Friction vs Tension Pro - Akashi & Taylor vs Tai & Brad Chad

Fuck...turned out that his partner has a bulge in his pants....definatly not a female. Tough break. At any rate, the bell rung and Brad's shining moment was about to begin, Baybee! Just as everyone else got ready, Brad leans over the ropes and whispers to Tai.

"Hey, dude...you saw how Taylor made that face at me? She totally wants me, man"

Brad was about to end his little shittery with a casual laugh, but then Tai starts talking something about Brad being a "young blood". Is he serious? Does Brad have to unveil out The Porfolio[size=130:9qe7antc]â„¢ on Tai's pink haired ass?

-Two time world "Ass beating Champion",
-Four time "Stripper specialist and Shoe Model",
-Three time voted as "Brad Pitt's sexy doppelganger",
the list goes on!

Tai was just lucky he looked so fucking hot. Brad was thiiis close to letting the pink guy have it. Besides, he had no time to argue with his partner. There was a lady(with a nice ass) who desperatly needed his attention. It was so obvious Taylor wanted him. His Soaked Panty Radar[size=130:9qe7antc]â„¢ had went off long before he had even made eye contact with her since he got in the ring.
Brad hops out from behind the ropes and starts blowing kisses like some french schmuck. Then, he aims one last kiss towards Taylor before throwing up his fists.
"Yeah, Baybee! You ready for The Big Bad Brad Show[size=130:9qe7antc]â„¢!?"

Oh... my... god. Taylor wasn't sure if she said that out loud or not, but she stood staring at Brad in slack jawed bewilderment and disgust. There were obvious Jersey Shore references to be made and all that, but... none of them seemed to do the job. He probably wouldn't even get that she was trying to insult him. This was going to be really uncomfortable. She would do her best to touch him as little as possible. Disgusting.

Taylor shooed Akashi out of the ring before turning back to face her douche-bag opponent. She circled for just a moment, bouncing around the ring like she was barely connected to it, and then charged. She raced ahead the three steps that separated them, leaped high up in the air and kicked both feet out at this guy's chest. She had enough forward momentum that she'd drive through him one way or another.

Yeah, just look at the way Taylor charged him. Poor girl. No woman can resist the Brad Chad's charm--Oough!

Taylor came at him like a speeding rocket...or rather...a feminine, horned up Rocket of Love...baybee!
Unfortunatly, this type of love was the painful kind, and it made his chest buuurn!
The dropkick packed alot of momentum behind it, plus her boots made it feel like he was being stabbed by a pair of cleats.

The force knocked Brad Chad into the ropes, where he'd bound right off, against his own will, and run directly for the girl.
Can Taylor quickly rise to her feet in time and prepare for Brad careening for the woman in a Shoulder Ram?

Taylor got to her hands and knees and looked up in to to see her opponent rebounding back toward her. Her eyes widened, she didn't have the time to get up to her feet and get out of the way.

"Ack!"

Instead, she opted to throw herself into a forward roll so that she'd bowl into the guy's knees. She didn't really like the idea of touching him anywhere below the belt. She already felt dirty just being in the ring with him.

Oops! Brad trips over the woman and nearly recieves a nose-flattening fall! Thankfully, he regains his footing just shy of coming close to the ropes on the other side of the ring. Looks like his years of performing at the Big Apple Circus as a clown came in handy afterall!
Brad smiles and waves his hands around to the crowd.

"Don't worry! I'm ok! I'm ok!"

Then, Brad decides to face the camera man. His dangerously handsome features blow up in the LED big screen. Damn, he looks even better in High Definition!
Save for that small spinache stuck in his teeth. Drats! Over a zillion people had already seen that by now!

"Hey, turn that camera off, my man!" Brad demands. The camera man blinks.

"W-wha? Me?"

"Yeah, turn that off! I got food in my teeth! Turn off the camera and give me that tape!"

"Fuck you, man!" The camera man boldly denies.

"C'mon guy! I'll give you a hundred bucks. Whaddya say?"

"Uuuhhmmm....fuck you"

"Fine! Five hundred!"

"...H-hey, five hundred bucks? Hmm, I can finally pay off my college loans--Hey! No way! Fuck you, man!"

"TURN THAT OFF!"

"FUCK.....YOU!!!"

What's this? Is there a new participant in the ring or is it Brad fighting with the camera guy? Talk about raw, uncensored entertainment. Is there a referee to break this up?

Taylor picks her head up and looks back to see Brad paying no attention to her at all. Was he actually checking himself out? Really? Well, there was maybe a little bit of something good looking, but just surrounded by two hundred pounds of hair gel and self-tanner.

And then there he was fighting with the camera man. Taylor folded her arms and strolled over to him. She stood a bit off to his left for a moment, tapping her foot and looking at him like he was the corniest, most ridiculous human being in the world. Which he was.

Finally, she'd had enough. She didn't say anything, for once, she didn't want to spoil the surprise. The camera man would thank he later. A quick couple running steps and she jumped onto the middle rope near Brad with both feet. She springboarded off, arching her back to turn nimbly and whip her leg around with her shin aimed at his ugly million-dollar mug.

The camera falls to the mat, blood gushing from his face, drenching his "AFWRPG" Polo shirt uniform. The whole crowd gets thrown into shock. Even the lonely nerd with the Star Wars cap looks surprised.
What just happened? One second Brad and the camera guy were arguing, then Taylor came and KICKED the guy in the face! Oooooh, this is baaaaad.
Everyone looked stunned, but it was Brad who took the camera man's "accident" the worst. Brad rushes to the guy's montionless body, gets on one knee and tenderly cups his face. Tears billow in his eyes.


"Uh n-n-no! No! NOO! Why must you die...uh.."

Brad stops crying and checks the camera man's nametag.

"Uh....Bobby Blake! Why'd you have to DIE!!??? Bobby! WHHHYYY!!!????"

Brad had also won 3 oscars during the BFAE (Best Fucking Actor Ever Ceremony) Awards. Isn't he the greatest?

Taylor felt a satisfying smack as her shin connected solidly. She landed on her feet, ready to keep after her opponent, but when she looked down...

Oh... shit. She hadn't noticed the camera guy getting in the ring, and yet there he was. Well, it served him right for getting all involved, but still...

"Hey, are you, uh, okay? Get the hell out! Before you get... yeah." Taylor said, crouching for a moment next to the guy and nudging him with her foot. There was Brad next to her, drama queening it up. Taylor grabbed a handful of his hair gel-soaked hair and kicked the toe of her shoe into his stomach for good measure, and then led him off toward her corner with one hand out to Akashi for the tag.

"Handle this for a sec? I think I've got to wash my hands..."

Whats this? Taylor thinking she can grab The Doo[size=140:mcd20mg2]â„¢ ? Nu-uh, no way! Good thing his hair was indeed, gelled up and soaked, making it easy for Brad's hair to slip right out of her grasp and allow for an easy escape...a few feet away.

"Hey, hold on now!"

Brad raises his hands, smiling.

"I don't like women gettin' too clingy with me too early. Remember, darlin', that this here's a fight, heard?"

The nerve of this woman! Touching him up like that. Well, Brad couldn't blame her, though. I mean, look at the abs, baybee! No work-out routine in the world could ever muster up hot results that could match with Brad's splendid bod, that's for sure!
While Taylor probably was still oogling his wonderful, chizzled body, a team of random medics rush to the camera guy's aid to take him away. A moment later, his replacement shows up, only this time, he stood OUTSIDE the ring.

Meanwhile, back inside, Brad was a wiiiiddle turned off by this gal. Sure, she was quite a looker, but dayum! Grabbing The Doo[size=140:mcd20mg2]â„¢ ? That's going too far. Maybe he should just let her tag out...
Hopefully her partner was less....touchy feely.

Akashi pulled her hand back and slapped Taylor's as hard as she could with an emphatic joy resounding through the slap. She then leaned back and bent her knees and vaulted over the top rope, putting force into her landing to shake the ring as much as possible.

Since Brad Chad seemed like a showboat himself, she decided that she could take a second to lift up her leg and slam it down into the mat, giving a thunderous cry. If Brad Chad had not intercepted her by then, the sump would hunch over into a stance more reserved for a football linebacker. Then she'd lift her head up and gaze at Brad Chad with a deep penetrating stare. If unmitigated narcissist still hadn't approached Akashi then she would let out another yell and charge right at him, hoping to aim a palm strike right into his perfectly sculpted pecs.