At Wrestling On Earth, we love pro wrestling superfan, Brad Ward. However, no-one loves Brad more than our controversial correspondent, Nightlife. Nightlife loves Brad so much that he’s written Brad Ward fantasy adventure fanfiction, and now we’re featuring it here because we love you.
You can read last week’s instalment of Brad Quest here, and you can also follow Brad Ward @BradWardFGN and Nightlife @AnimeKing420, but don’t expect that to explain things – it’s better to just let the adventure wash over you. And if you want to submit your own tales or any other content ideas for Wrestling On Earth, just email us at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Chapter 6: Perchance To Dream
As night descended on the open ocean, the gentle rocking of the boat sent Brad Ward to sleep.
Brad found himself like a shipwrecked mariner, adrift on an unknown sea, a world of red neon and ultramarine. Images flashed before him, the horizon a brilliant array of dazzling colors, too fast for Brad to make out. But one image stood out, an image of tragedy.
“Kristin…” Brad whispered as he gazed upon the ghostly visage of the only woman he ever really loved, long dead at the hands of Brad’s arch-enemy, the evil wizard Ultimarkus.
“Ultimarkus will pay…” Brad vowed, but this apparition was not the purpose of his dream. As suddenly as Kristin’s ghostly image had appeared, it faded into nothingness, as did the rest of the world. Brad found him floating in a dark space.
“Brad…” droned an unearthly voice.
“Who’s there? Show yourself!” Brad shouted, ready to fight whoever this was that was talking to him.
Brad jolted awake, his fist instinctively shooting forward, clocking his pal Nightlife, who was trying to wake him, right in the face.
“Yo!” Nightlife shouted, nursing his nose. “You almost broke my fucking nose!”
“My apologies,” Brad said. “I had the strangest dream…”
“Yeah, whatever, dreams are gay,” Nightlife replied. “One time I dreamt that I died a virgin. Dreams are fucking bullshit and aren’t real, so just ignore them.”
“I saw incredible colors,” Brad continued. “And… Kristin.”
“Seriously, Brad?” Nightlife asked. “You’re still broken up over her? She was just a girl.”
“JUST A GIRL?!?!?!?” Brad screamed, flying into a berzerker rage, swinging wildly at Nightlife, who deftly dodged Brad’s powerful fists.
“Chill out!” Nightlife yelped. “You know I’m just fucking around with you!”
“Don’t you EVER call Kristin ‘just a girl’ ever again,” Brad warned. “You know how much she meant to me. All these other fine ladies I just use for sex, but with Kristin, it was…so much more.” Continue reading