>>19458203>>19458204>[A few drinks down, Henry Bresson is about to make a stupid decision.]An amateur photograph by trade, Henry is just waiting for his first big break. It is sure to be coming any day now. But hampered by alcohol, and the professional wrestling -- the Waifu Wrestling Alliance, for those of you playing at home -- playing on the TV at the bar, Henry knows exactly what he has to do. Where he'll get the shot of a lifetime of one of the lest likely competitors. Priscilla Divine, Dia Mond, Kelly DiVanna and Nikki Kade have paparazzi following them everywhere, at every time. There is no way to compete there. Carmody Jefferson, Ratasha, Mare Equine, and inexplicably THE Boston Crab have their own fans, taking photos of every outfit and pose before Henry could line up his lens. No, this one is different.
Kanako Leichenburg, the recent victim of a heinous beatdown by the WWA World Champion -- well, that's the official story. Henry has been a fan long enough to know that Priscilla didn't send Kanako to the hospital. But Kanako's recent match challenge opened things up to Henry in a way that nothing else had. Kanko had challenged a psychopath. Kanako had challenged a deviant. Kanako had put the call out for singles competition to Cactus Jane. But the question remains on how the Cactus would ever know; unlikely she'd be loading up Tweetstagram anytime soon. No, this one needed to be relayed in person -- maybe in exchange for a few photos?
Nobody would be stupid enough to try and hand deliver a challenge of hardcore combat to Cactus Jane. Nobody would be stupid enough to walk into the Cactus' desert without protection from the elements; rust, dust, and guts. Fire, blood and steel. Nobody would be that stupid.
But I already told you, Henry Bresson about to make a stupid decision.
