Disclaimer: I don't own Inu-Yasha, Kagome, or any of the other fine inhabitants of that certain Feudal Fairy Tale we all love so much. Not sure how many chapters this might be, but it might prove to be amusing! This is definitely an AU of some sort. I also

don't own Vincent Kennedy McMahon or any of his crew, no matter how amusing they

can be.

"If you know what's good for you, Yasha, you'll get a haircut."

"Keh."

Half a snort, half a noise indicating that he was full of supreme disinterest, and the newest, hottest acquisition of Ultimate Global Wrestling continued to twist his long silver hair into a braid. The braid was as thick as his wrist and would reach his waist when it was completed and it was just as big a part of his appeal as his strange and stunning golden eyes. Chicks dug the hair, and as long as they did, Yasha had absolutely no intention of letting a barber near it. Let some of those other losers fall for Vince's tricks for 'showcasing' their looks and talent, Yasha was having none of it. He'd been popular in Japan, he'd be just as popular here as is.

He wasn't the tallest of the wrestlers, nor the heaviest, but his muscles were sleek and dense and what he lacked in bulk he made up for in strength and speed. They used to say no one of his height and build could compete out of the cruiserweight division, until a man named Chris Jericho proved it could be done. Sure, nowadays Chris had bulked up a bit, but he was no taller than he'd ever been. Yasha was the hot ticket as they say, a fan favorite who had the mouth and attitude of a heel, but who was complaining? He sold merchandise hand over fist and he put the butts in the seats as the saying went. If he played his cards right, he might even get a slot on this year's Wrestlemania. Those were the plans, to pit him as the 'rebel' contender for the UGW Championship belt against the current reigning champion John Cena. The twist to this entire push was that Cena's crew was to include several that were now in Yasha's corner to make him look like more of the underdog against the popular Cena.

He'd grumbled a bit about it at first, but all in all it simply made his push make more sense. Revenge for betrayal was a story with roots in biblical times, one that never failed to resonate with any audience, particularly an American one. Yasha had a few large reservations with this one, as his own brother was being flown in from Japan to become the manager to the opposition. They were supposed to have a warm family reunion, Sesshou was going to be in his corner and then turn on him at Summerslam to back the competition as it were. It would not be a hard sell, Sesshoumaru had always been known to back the winner. Yasha just didn't like that for this push to work, he would have to lose a few matches. It made it easier to swallow to know that he would be the victim of interference rather than have to suffer outright losses. So while it annoyed him to know that his own older half brother would end up in the enemy camp for awhile, what annoyed him most was that they had chosen his ex-wife to become Cena's on-air love interest.

To him, that was hitting a bit below the belt.

He hadn't seen that conniving wench since their not so amicable divorce, and while he was aware that she had continued her career as a wrestler's escort despite the small tidy fortune she'd gotten from their settlement he had hoped that he would never see her again once he had left Japan to wrestle for the UGW. He reflected on her, and for not the first time he wondered how someone so beautiful on the outside could be so truly cold and dark on the inside. For not the first time as well he wondered why he'd fallen in love with her so fast and so hard when they had all warned him, even his emotionally distant brother had noticed that something was not right with Kikyou. It irked him even more perhaps that he hadn't found a single woman that could intrigue him for more than a weekend since his divorce in a fashion deeper than friendship. He refused to think that he might have a hidden reason for this. Like maybe he was afraid of getting hurt again, not in his body but his heart. Where the scars didn't show, but they sure affected everything.

He had unconsciously bared his teeth while thinking of his former wife, a low growl building in his throat, which he hurriedly cleared to make the man sitting next to him less uncomfortable … though why he bothered he wasn't certain as said worthy was making his own 'battle' noises and faces at his own locker mirror. Yeah. This was definitely going to be a few months of hell, though the thought of the pay off was enough to make even him starry-eyed, even if it was just a little. Wrestlemania. He could remember hearing about it, even overseas. How they had done something so new and so big, it could never be topped, until of course they topped it themselves. Every year it seemed it was bigger, brighter, better. It might almost be worth it, even having to deal with Kikyou, with keeping his own temper under control to really sell the story, all of it just might be worth it to stand under those lights and know that it was he, not some other slob, that was going to be in the main event at Wrestlemania.

At least he wasn't going to have to pick her up at the airport. Growling again, just a little, he adjusted his gear and stood up. Tonight would be the last time he and Sesshoumaru would be on the same side until after that ultimate pay per view, and he intended to make the most of it. He grinned a little then, moving like a predator as he exited the dressing room and headed out into the hallway. He'd meet his older brother at the curtain, stand there with him while his theme music swelled and the roar of the crowd rose up to clash against the heavy thumping beat. It was a rush like no other, and he proudly walked through the curtain shower of sparks that was part of his intro with his tall older brother at his side, taking those first steps on the Road to Wrestlemania.

A/N : I simply could not help myself. This isn't going to be a very long little fic but I hope that you all enjoy it.

Minako.