The referee's whistle screeched through the air of the Titan's Maw Arena, announcing the beginning of the war between Blacklist and the Crimson Talon, but down on the court, it wasn't a game anymore.
It was just a slaughter.
The Crimson Talons walked in, hoping Nash was just some overhyped media darling, or would get his dong so big it would be stuck in his zipper. Man, were they dumb, because Nash was half of the problem tonight.
Blacklist didn't even need to bust out their Zone State tonight. Nash's passive skills, Black Link choking off passes, Echo Step zipping the girls around like rockets, were enough to turn this into pure hell for the Talons.
Jaz? Absolute monster. That new fat contract of hers, two point five million credits, had her playing like a pissed-off goddess. She leaped for a rebound, her huge tits bouncing under her jersey, then sent Kruger, their giant center, flying with a hip check so hard one could swear they heard his ribs crack.
