Match Stipulations: Victory by pinfall, submission or knockout.
***
Bast hated this. She hated all of it.
She stood in the middle of the LAW ring, arms folded, still as a statue, while the crowd booed all around her, peppering her with jeers. She was sure one of them even contemplated throwing popcorn her way, but a quick glare out of the corner of her eye convinced him otherwise. As irritating as they all could be, she couldn't blame them - Cersei was on the microphone, scolding them, and her sister had a unique way of bringing the heat out of people.
Bast and Cersei
Bast sighed, though you wouldn’t have been able to tell from her stony facade. She should’ve known that this was coming. Her sister had been fuming all week after the higher-ups snubbed her attempt at getting them a heavyweight title match. That led to days of conspiracy crafting, saying that Alaina was conspiring to avoid them, that the Amazon was afraid they’d knock her off the perch.
Bast, meanwhile, was reasonably certain that the woman didn’t know they existed. They’d bumped shoulders a few months ago, had a staredown, and that was the total of their relationship.
”Dominance! Nothing but dominance!” She thrust her fist high into the air. ”Bast has defeated foe after foe after foe. She has laid waste to all that have opposed her. She stands as a crowning jewel of the heavyweight division. Conqueror of conquerors, a giant slayer, an undefeated juggernaut the likes of which this company has not seen.”
Bast wouldn’t put it that way, but yes, she’d had a decent run so far. Starting with a handicap match that she’d won decisively, she’d had a good run with the company. Just good. While she had made a mark, she was hardly the only woman with a streak behind her name. If they were looking to get attention, they would have to do something big and striking to dazzle the fans and not just leave them pissed off, as Cersei excelled.
”Now, here we stand again in preparation for another non-title match. A mixed match.” She said the word as if put a bad taste in her mouth. ”This is a woefully inadequate use of my sister’s talents, and to demonstrate that point, we will make an example of whoever she faces today.” She pointed towards the curtain. ”Anansi - if that is, in fact, your real name - I hope LAW signed you up for the premium medical plan on your contract. You will be needing it.”
That name was enough to tickle Bast’s curiosity, and she turned her head towards the ramp with something approaching curiosity. She wasn’t sure if Cersei remembered it, but their mother had lulled them to sleep with tales of the spider god, and she’d always enjoyed his antics, his cleverness, his mischief. It was an intriguing name for a wrestler to take, a fairly obscure name that few outside of her home continent would be familiar with. What sort of man would choose it?
She wouldn’t have to wait long to find out.
