● "i'm done now, dude." [vs. thadd 2 badd v. the hot les]

[Thadd 2 Badd]

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March 19th, 2018 ● Newark, New Jersey ● The Factory

Things had fallen apart in a hurry for Thadd Blazevich and now he found himself at a total loss. Despite the fact he had been perfect in both of his matches so far, this was not how he wanted his professional wrestling career to begin. He was nothing more than a stooge, some fucking pussy who had failed to stand up for himself. Dirk Oswald had forced his hand, telling him to take out #GoschGay or there would be consequences. No matter what, someone in Thadd’s life was going to end up fucked if he didn’t do Dirk’s dirty work.

As a result, #GoschGay had been left lying.

“I’m done now, dude. Tell your fuckin’ boss to leave me the alone.”

Thadd brushed his glorious dirty blond locks out of his face and shot Dirk’s intern Alyx Flash a serious look. It was so odd to see the bro tense. Alyx looked like he couldn’t have cared less about the conversation. The only thing on his mind was boning the ice bitch Rora Sky and harassing Stian Fournette with picture evidence of it.

“I’ll deliver the message.”

Thadd nodded and went to leave. He didn’t see Alyx throw his middle finger up the second his back was turned. Halfway down the hallway, Thadd turned back around. Alyx pretended to look at his phone.

“And dude, tell him to chill out with the threats.”

Alyx shot Thadd a thumbs up. “Absolutely!”

Satisfied, Thadd took his leave. He couldn’t wait to get out of the building and more importantly, out of the suit he had stupidly worn. The fact it belonged to some dead military dude was really creepy.

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March 24th, 2018 ● Asbury Park, New Jersey ● Some Random Field

Alyx glanced at his surroundings and cringed. It never ceased to amaze him that regardless of the weather, the idiots that worked for the Jerzey Wrasslin’ Association would show up and show out. Already, the fucking field they had found in Asbury Park was filling up and several people were helping put the ring together. The snow had melted, thank God, but it was still cold. Alyx did not miss this part of the business whatsoever. He also had backyard roots, but unlike Thadd and Crosby Carter, Alyx had gotten himself booked on the independent scene pretty quickly. Before tearing his ACL, Alyx was actually supposed to compete at The Factory. Instead, he had been regulated to broadcaster, then intern.

“Yo, man! How the fuck are ya?!”

Alyx nodded a greeting towards one of the guys from JWA that he knew quite well. Despite being a pretty decent wrestler on the indies, Lio Godchaux always seemed to find the time to do stupid shit for JWA.

“Hey man. It’s been awhile.”

After making small talk for a few minutes, Lio cut straight to the chase. “What brings you by? Asbury Park is a little out of your way.”

It really was. Alyx had not been pleased to make the drive over but he had a job to do. Lio would be a good person to start with. “Business. Is Logan Carter on this show?”

A smirk crossed Lio’s face. “Funny you should ask that, but yea. Little fucker actually beat the shit out of my cousin a few weeks back at some party, so now I’m gotta return the favor. Never got a chance to fuck up his brother, so this’ll have to do.”

This could not have been more perfect. Alyx actually grinned, unable to help himself. He truly loved causing chaos. “Gunna need you to fuck up the girl too.”

“Emi J? Carter’s sweet little cunt?”

“That’s the one.”

“Why? She’s just a child.”

Alyx dug a wad of cash out of his pocket and slapped it down in Lio’s hands. Lio shot him a curious look, but after counting the cash and seeing that it was close to a grand, he shrugged. That was a fortune to a backyard wrestler. The JWA guys basically competed for free.

“I want the bitch knocked unconscious.”

“Hey, for a grand I’ll do whatever you fuckin’ want.”

“No questions asked?”

Lio shook his head and shoved the money in the back pocket of his jeans. “Nah. I got nothin’.”

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Since Monday night, Thadd had been watching his sister like a hawk. He'd done everything in his power to talk Emi out of going to Asbury Park with Logan, but in the end he’d lost. So here he was, standing in the crowd, and waiting to watch his sister lead Logan out to the ring in front of a crowd that was going to rape her with their eyes. Somehow he had become a fucking overprotective parent, and he hated it.

“Sick match the other night, bro!”

Two fans came up beside Thadd, teenage boys around the Emilia’s age, and one of them extended his SnapBack for an autograph. Thadd had never been asked for an autograph in his life and just looked at the kid. “I don’t need a hat, man. Thanks though! Glad you enjoyed the match.”

The boys exchanged looks. “Can you sign this?”

“Seriously?”

Their request had caught the bro off guard. When the boys nodded, Thadd took the marker they had with them and scribbled his name across the bill of the cap. The taller of the boys sat the cap back on his head and grinned.

“Thanks dude. Can’t wait to see you make it big. Just keep winning and someone legit is gunna come calling.”

“Can’t wait to see you demolish that smokeshow at Warzone III. Jamie Quinn has never stepped into the ring with someone like you before.”

Thadd actually grinned. Despite his current situation, his matches had been going pretty well and he enjoyed having his ego stroked..

“Jamie has never stepped foot in the ring with anyone, really. She’s only beat GoschGay, and lost her debut in the bros favored environment.”

“She got beat by an ice skating fag!”

“Thadd, you pinned that guy!”

Thadd had defeated Stian, the same man who had wrecked Jamie’s debut at Warzone I.

“Bro, have you social stalked Jamie any?”

“Here and there.” Not exactly a lie. Jamie was a total babe and her girlfriend was even hotter. Thadd was only human.

“Who’s Incognito? Do you know him? She’s mentioned him before.”

“Do you think something’s up with those two? Jamie can’t afford to be focus on other shit. Not when she’s in the ring with you. You can hit your moves outta nowhere.”

“Her lack of experience showed when that match was just GoschGay rules, though. You have enough actual wrestling behind you to work that angle against her, yeah? She can’t wrestle, and GoschGay overpowered her. Should be easy for ya, Thadd. You’re taller and quicker than that loser. She's gunna struggle so badly against you."

“She also needed brass knuckles to knock GoschGay down and get the win. Getting your foot sliced open mid-match didn’t stop you. Your endurance must be sick. But bro, what do you have against shoes?!”

“I just really fucking hate shoes.” Thadd despised them actually. Because of the weather, he was wearing them today though.

“His endurance is sick. Thadd and Crosby have spent more time in the ring than anyone in the Factory, including Jamie. We don’t even know if she can make it past the twenty minute mark. Thadd, you’re fuckin’ gold come Warzone. You’ll probably end up being The Factory’s first champ.”

Thadd hadn't really given himself time to think of Battle Royale. If he could get Dirk off his dick, he could properly focus on winning the championship. That belt would look good around his waist, and even better draped across a naked Azalea.

Whoa.

Thadd shook that thought away really quickly. It had been Athena he'd kissed before leaving. Azalea was off winning championships in Japan. He gave his attention back to his fanboys. Shrugging because he wanted to appear humble, Thadd shoved his hands in his pockets. "As long as it's a bro, it's all good dudes. If you ever come out to a show, hit me up. I'll get you front row seats."

"Cool!"

"Thanks dude!"

Thadd nodded and moved towards the back of the crowd. Someone's awful theme had began to blast on the scratchy little PA system that had been set up with a speaker and iPhone. It was going to be the longest afternoon of his life.

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Thadd tensed as he watched Emi climb onto the apron of the ring, careful not to touch the barbed wire ropes. She idolized Carysn and always attempted to imitate the stuff Carysn did inside the ring to help out the Bros. The diminutive blonde bravely climbed to the top turnbuckle and motioned for the tired and bloody Logan to lift Lio up on his shoulders. Lio was of similar height to Logan, but had a bit more bulk. Logan struggled to lift his opponent, but eventually Lio was in place. Emi turned towards the crowd and flashed her million dollar smile at them, and in return they popped for her. Enjoying the reaction, Emi struck a little pose before she launched herself off the turnbuckle. She caught Lio in the throat with a beautiful clothesline and he went crashing to the ground. Emi jumped up after hitting the mat, and threw her arms in the air. Much to Thadd’s disgust, his little sister was completely in her element. She stepped on Lio’s chest and walked over him, a devilish little smile across her face. Emi bit down on her finger to play coy for a second as if she were trying to decide what to do next. Once the right idea popped in her head, Emi J planted her feet and back-flipped down onto Lio’s chest. She rolled out of the way and Logan dropped down for the cover.

1…

2…

KICKOUT!

Logan slowly got up and pulled Lio up with him. He whipped Lio into the barbed wire, and obviously Lio didn’t come bouncing back at him. Lio collapsed against the ropes, the pain etched across his face. From Thadd’s vantage point he could see that despite the beating Lio had taken, he was in much better shape than Logan. Lio was stronger, heavier, and way more experienced than the teenager. It didn’t surprise the bro at all to see Lio dig in the back pocket of his jeans and slip a pair of brass knux across his fingers. However, Logan was clueless and when he charged at Lio, the flowing-haired little bro got clocked dead in his jaw. Logan fell back and Emi’s blue eyes widened in shock. Lio smirked and wiped the blood that dripped from a cut on his eyebrow out of his eyes.

Emi swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. She couldn’t get out of the ring without ripping open her own skin. With no other choice, the 18-year scrambled for the turnbuckle. Lio pushed himself off the ropes and rushed the corner. He caught Emi J in the back with a knee and it sent her crashing to the mat. Grabbing a handful of her blond hair, Lio held his loaded fist up to the crowd.

“Fuck this!” Thadd cried out but he found himself restrained. Alyx had appeared by his side, and had the bro by the arm. “What the fuck dude?!”

Lio slammed his fist straight into Emi’s face. The force of the blow knocked her out cold, and immediately blood began to pour from her nose.

“Dirk will let you know when he’s done with you,” Alyx whispered and he let go of Thadd. Then he was gone.

It took a second for Thadd to register what had just happened. Lio had just been declared the winner of the match by TKO.