Post by Brody Adams on May 31, 2022 21:04:24 GMT -5
Part One – Ouch
We open to Brody Adams sitting backstage in his locker room. His wound from DOOM has healed although there is now a large red welt from where ISAAC brained him with a steel chair during the Skeleton Key Qualifier. Big Nasty was positive he had it won and that’s most likely why he lost. He let his guard down for a split second.
“Well that fuckin’ sucked,” he says as he places an ice pack upon his forehead. “So much for the quitting smoking thing. That was pointless.”
He lets out a sigh and suddenly throws the ice pack across the locker room and gets to his feet. Brody takes a few deep breaths, trying to regain his composure and keep the frustration at bay.
“I shifted my focus towards winning this match by stepping my game up in the gym, quitting smoking momentarily, and even ignoring some of Eli’s calls because I was stepping into that battlefield on my own, bro. And he had a temporary partnership for him to focus on. What good did it do?!”
Brody begins pacing in the locker room then slams his fist against the wall.
“Now what? What’s next?”
He reaches into his bag and pulls out his half of the Multiplayer Gauntlet.
“Are we actually going to defend these things? Especially now that ISAAC and Drake claim they were cheated out of them, and that Wayward Sons aren’t real champions or some bullshit like that?”
Brody tosses the gauntlet back in his bag. He sits back down and places his head in his hands, being careful not to aggravate his newest battle wound. He lets out another sigh and leans back against the locker behind him.
“This too shall pass. I just feel like I’m stalling out here and this isn’t what I signed up for. Somethings gotta give.”
The scene fades as Brody scoops up his gear bag and heads towards the exit of the locker room.
Part Two – Lion Quote
“They start to move in. The jackals; hyenas. They’re barking at him, laughing at him. They nip his toes and eat the food that’s in his domain. They do this, then they get closer and closer, bolder and bolder. Until one day, that lion gets up and tears the shit out of everybody. Runs like the wind, eats everything in his path. Because every once in a while, the lion has to show the jackals, who he is.” – Uncle Mike
Part Three – Mighty Monikers on a Similar Path
“Hey Google,” Brody says into his phone, “Translate ‘Caballo Diablo’ into English.”
His phone chimes before the screen switches to the Google Translate page and gives him his answer.
“Devil Horse? Well, if it was either that or ‘Fire Donkey’ I would’ve picked Devil Horse too. It does sound way cooler in Spanish though. I’ve had my fair share of monikers during my time in this business. When I started out, I was pretty much broke and lived in the Top Hand Trailer Court about an hour north of here. The promoter ended up calling me the ‘T-Rex of the Trailer Park’. Then there was the ‘Juggernaut of the Junkyard’. ‘Big Nasty’ is the old classic that never goes out of style.”
We join Brody Adams as he sits barefoot in a camping chair out on the patio of his home. He is dressed in a pair of shorts and tank top emblazoned with one of his own designs. The words ‘Your Bearded Hero’ are printed horizontally with ‘Your’ and ‘Hero’ in yellow and ‘Bearded’ stamped between them in red. He points at the shirt as he continues talking.
“This nickname is possibly my favorite. It has a good ring to it. And it gets a smile from most folks when they ask for my social media handle and I tell them ‘yourbeardedhero’. Also, it just fits,” he says as he runs a hand through his long-ish beard.
He looks around as he aimlessly scratches just under his bottom lip.
“I’m sure some people have probably perceived me as a whiner as of late as my frustration bubbled over due to a recent string of losses. And maybe I have been. Maybe that’s true. There’s just been a sort of whiplash effect as I went from being on a short winning streak to losing repeatedly even though it wasn’t my shoulders that were pinned to the mat. I’m not making excuses. Life happens. And at EXP 26 I won’t be able to make any excuses as I’m in a one-on-one match again. If my memory serves me correctly, I've only been in one singles match since arriving in Level Up and that was against my current partner, Eli Goode.”
Brody reaches under his chair and comes back up with the Multiplayer Gauntlet. He admires it as he continues on.
“Coincidentally, he has a shot at the Final Boss Championship, and he didn’t have to go through some qualifier match first. There’s a chance that he could leave as a double champion. Knock’em dead, bro. Win or lose, I’ll have a beer waiting for you afterwards.”
He sets the Gauntlet down on a small table next to his seat. He pulls out his phone and looks to be scrolling through it for a moment before setting it down.
“Ziggy Morgan. It looks like we arrived in Level Up right around the same time. Experience-wise, I probably have the edge, bro. Gray beard and all that. But that doesn’t mean I’m taking this lightly. You’re one hell of a competitor and you zip around like a.. uh..” he chuckles to himself and he has to pause briefly. “Like a donkey on fire, dude. Maybe you should’ve taken that moniker instead of your buddy. I’ll probably have to spend the majority of the match trying to catch you. And then it’ll be like one of your Amish buggy’s running into a wall.”
Brody runs his hand through his hair to get it from hanging in his face.
“I have something to prove, Ziggy. And you will be the person I HAVE to beat to prove that I’m not a flash in the pan in Level Up. I refuse to have my claim to fame be that I won the Gauntlets with a random partner and that I beat the WWO and a goddamn sex robot. You’re going to be a tough challenge, and this might just be another match to you but, similarly to EXP 25, I am up against the wall here. Between a rock and a hard place or whatever analogy you want to use, dude. Maybe even a wild animal trapped in a corner because I will scratch and claw my way out to get this victory.”
He gets to his feet and stretches, taking in some of the sun in the warm Alaska summer. He then reaches over and picks the Gauntlet back up then places it in his pocket, so he doesn’t forget it outside.
“There are no hard feelings, and this isn’t personal, bro. Like I said, I just HAVE to win this match. Let’s go out there and beat the piss out of each other. Not literally of course. That might attract the attention of the sex robot or Mary DeSue. She’s into some weird shit it seems. Then once the match is over, we can shake hands and continue our respective careers in Level Up. Good luck, bro. In the words of Effie Trinket, may the odds be ever in your favor.”
Part Four – Quick Quote
“Show me a man with a tattoo and I'll show you a man with an interesting past.” ― Jack London
Part Five – The Skin You’re In
Some of his tattoos have meaning. Some are a design of his own imagination. Some just look cool. Brody stands in front of a mirror in a pair of basketball shorts. His hair is wet signifying that he just got done showering. He can hold his own in the ring, especially for a 300+ pounder but he’s far from toned. Brody rocks the dad bod that girls act like they love. He brushes the wet hair from his face with his hand and stares at his reflection.
“Story time, boys and girls,” he says while admiring the numerous tattoos that adorn his arms and the one sneaky one on his right thigh. “How many people can say they were given a tattoo inside Saddam Hussein’s pool house?”
He raises his hand with a smirk.
“Yup. Tattoo numero uno was done while in Iraq on my 2nd deployment. Tattoo number two,” he says while holding out his arm and pointing just below his elbow, “was the good ol’ state of Alaska. I actually had someone ask me ‘what continent is that?’ after I showed it to them. Alaska is home and it only felt right to add the area code that encompasses all of this great state a couple years later. Nine-Oh-Seven, bro.”
Brody then points at the inside of his wrist.
“Speaking of the number seven, there’s the Roman Number seven with seven stars to signify myself and my siblings. We don’t exactly have the best relationship though. That’s okay. Moving on we have two parts of one of my favorite poems. And something very fitting for this match.”
He holds him arms up almost in a flexing position and we can see the words ‘Rage Against the Dying of the Light’ inscribed along the inside of his arm. Brody then stretches out his arm where the back of his palm faces the mirror and on the opposite side we see ‘Do Not Go Gently Into That Good Night’. He puts his arm down and lets out a sigh.
“It is believed that Dylan Thomas wrote this poem in 1947 about his father that was gravely ill. His father had simply accepted his fate regarding his death. Mr. Thomas prompted his father to ‘rage against the dying of the light’ as a way to encourage him to continue fighting on. Mr. Thomas refused to accept the fact that his father was coming to the end of his life. Fortunately, his father lived on for a few more years before going into that good night.”
Brody takes a second and grabs a hair tie. He ties his hair into a small bun before putting on a shirt that has a picture of Rasputin on the front and says ‘Give’em the ol’ Razzle Dazzle’. He straightens out the shirt before continuing on.
“Ziggy Morgan. I don’t plan on going gentle into that good night. I will RAGE against the dying of the light, my dude. I won’t make this easy for you and promise you that this won’t be over quickly. I need this victory. I need to carry my weight in this team with Eli after I screwed up last week and lost the Skeleton Key qualifier. June 7th will be a night to remember. For me. For you. For the fans in attendance. If I sound desperate it’s because I am. Granted, most people wouldn’t admit that out loud but I’m not most people. I am the Blue-Eyed Butcher. I am Your Bearded Hero. I am Brody Adams. And in just a few short days I’ll be standing across the ring from someone who also has something to prove. And I can guarantee you one thing, Ziggy. It’s going to get REAL… Nasty.”
We open to Brody Adams sitting backstage in his locker room. His wound from DOOM has healed although there is now a large red welt from where ISAAC brained him with a steel chair during the Skeleton Key Qualifier. Big Nasty was positive he had it won and that’s most likely why he lost. He let his guard down for a split second.
“Well that fuckin’ sucked,” he says as he places an ice pack upon his forehead. “So much for the quitting smoking thing. That was pointless.”
He lets out a sigh and suddenly throws the ice pack across the locker room and gets to his feet. Brody takes a few deep breaths, trying to regain his composure and keep the frustration at bay.
“I shifted my focus towards winning this match by stepping my game up in the gym, quitting smoking momentarily, and even ignoring some of Eli’s calls because I was stepping into that battlefield on my own, bro. And he had a temporary partnership for him to focus on. What good did it do?!”
Brody begins pacing in the locker room then slams his fist against the wall.
“Now what? What’s next?”
He reaches into his bag and pulls out his half of the Multiplayer Gauntlet.
“Are we actually going to defend these things? Especially now that ISAAC and Drake claim they were cheated out of them, and that Wayward Sons aren’t real champions or some bullshit like that?”
Brody tosses the gauntlet back in his bag. He sits back down and places his head in his hands, being careful not to aggravate his newest battle wound. He lets out another sigh and leans back against the locker behind him.
“This too shall pass. I just feel like I’m stalling out here and this isn’t what I signed up for. Somethings gotta give.”
The scene fades as Brody scoops up his gear bag and heads towards the exit of the locker room.
Part Two – Lion Quote
“They start to move in. The jackals; hyenas. They’re barking at him, laughing at him. They nip his toes and eat the food that’s in his domain. They do this, then they get closer and closer, bolder and bolder. Until one day, that lion gets up and tears the shit out of everybody. Runs like the wind, eats everything in his path. Because every once in a while, the lion has to show the jackals, who he is.” – Uncle Mike
Part Three – Mighty Monikers on a Similar Path
“Hey Google,” Brody says into his phone, “Translate ‘Caballo Diablo’ into English.”
His phone chimes before the screen switches to the Google Translate page and gives him his answer.
“Devil Horse? Well, if it was either that or ‘Fire Donkey’ I would’ve picked Devil Horse too. It does sound way cooler in Spanish though. I’ve had my fair share of monikers during my time in this business. When I started out, I was pretty much broke and lived in the Top Hand Trailer Court about an hour north of here. The promoter ended up calling me the ‘T-Rex of the Trailer Park’. Then there was the ‘Juggernaut of the Junkyard’. ‘Big Nasty’ is the old classic that never goes out of style.”
We join Brody Adams as he sits barefoot in a camping chair out on the patio of his home. He is dressed in a pair of shorts and tank top emblazoned with one of his own designs. The words ‘Your Bearded Hero’ are printed horizontally with ‘Your’ and ‘Hero’ in yellow and ‘Bearded’ stamped between them in red. He points at the shirt as he continues talking.
“This nickname is possibly my favorite. It has a good ring to it. And it gets a smile from most folks when they ask for my social media handle and I tell them ‘yourbeardedhero’. Also, it just fits,” he says as he runs a hand through his long-ish beard.
He looks around as he aimlessly scratches just under his bottom lip.
“I’m sure some people have probably perceived me as a whiner as of late as my frustration bubbled over due to a recent string of losses. And maybe I have been. Maybe that’s true. There’s just been a sort of whiplash effect as I went from being on a short winning streak to losing repeatedly even though it wasn’t my shoulders that were pinned to the mat. I’m not making excuses. Life happens. And at EXP 26 I won’t be able to make any excuses as I’m in a one-on-one match again. If my memory serves me correctly, I've only been in one singles match since arriving in Level Up and that was against my current partner, Eli Goode.”
Brody reaches under his chair and comes back up with the Multiplayer Gauntlet. He admires it as he continues on.
“Coincidentally, he has a shot at the Final Boss Championship, and he didn’t have to go through some qualifier match first. There’s a chance that he could leave as a double champion. Knock’em dead, bro. Win or lose, I’ll have a beer waiting for you afterwards.”
He sets the Gauntlet down on a small table next to his seat. He pulls out his phone and looks to be scrolling through it for a moment before setting it down.
“Ziggy Morgan. It looks like we arrived in Level Up right around the same time. Experience-wise, I probably have the edge, bro. Gray beard and all that. But that doesn’t mean I’m taking this lightly. You’re one hell of a competitor and you zip around like a.. uh..” he chuckles to himself and he has to pause briefly. “Like a donkey on fire, dude. Maybe you should’ve taken that moniker instead of your buddy. I’ll probably have to spend the majority of the match trying to catch you. And then it’ll be like one of your Amish buggy’s running into a wall.”
Brody runs his hand through his hair to get it from hanging in his face.
“I have something to prove, Ziggy. And you will be the person I HAVE to beat to prove that I’m not a flash in the pan in Level Up. I refuse to have my claim to fame be that I won the Gauntlets with a random partner and that I beat the WWO and a goddamn sex robot. You’re going to be a tough challenge, and this might just be another match to you but, similarly to EXP 25, I am up against the wall here. Between a rock and a hard place or whatever analogy you want to use, dude. Maybe even a wild animal trapped in a corner because I will scratch and claw my way out to get this victory.”
He gets to his feet and stretches, taking in some of the sun in the warm Alaska summer. He then reaches over and picks the Gauntlet back up then places it in his pocket, so he doesn’t forget it outside.
“There are no hard feelings, and this isn’t personal, bro. Like I said, I just HAVE to win this match. Let’s go out there and beat the piss out of each other. Not literally of course. That might attract the attention of the sex robot or Mary DeSue. She’s into some weird shit it seems. Then once the match is over, we can shake hands and continue our respective careers in Level Up. Good luck, bro. In the words of Effie Trinket, may the odds be ever in your favor.”
Part Four – Quick Quote
“Show me a man with a tattoo and I'll show you a man with an interesting past.” ― Jack London
Part Five – The Skin You’re In
Some of his tattoos have meaning. Some are a design of his own imagination. Some just look cool. Brody stands in front of a mirror in a pair of basketball shorts. His hair is wet signifying that he just got done showering. He can hold his own in the ring, especially for a 300+ pounder but he’s far from toned. Brody rocks the dad bod that girls act like they love. He brushes the wet hair from his face with his hand and stares at his reflection.
“Story time, boys and girls,” he says while admiring the numerous tattoos that adorn his arms and the one sneaky one on his right thigh. “How many people can say they were given a tattoo inside Saddam Hussein’s pool house?”
He raises his hand with a smirk.
“Yup. Tattoo numero uno was done while in Iraq on my 2nd deployment. Tattoo number two,” he says while holding out his arm and pointing just below his elbow, “was the good ol’ state of Alaska. I actually had someone ask me ‘what continent is that?’ after I showed it to them. Alaska is home and it only felt right to add the area code that encompasses all of this great state a couple years later. Nine-Oh-Seven, bro.”
Brody then points at the inside of his wrist.
“Speaking of the number seven, there’s the Roman Number seven with seven stars to signify myself and my siblings. We don’t exactly have the best relationship though. That’s okay. Moving on we have two parts of one of my favorite poems. And something very fitting for this match.”
He holds him arms up almost in a flexing position and we can see the words ‘Rage Against the Dying of the Light’ inscribed along the inside of his arm. Brody then stretches out his arm where the back of his palm faces the mirror and on the opposite side we see ‘Do Not Go Gently Into That Good Night’. He puts his arm down and lets out a sigh.
“It is believed that Dylan Thomas wrote this poem in 1947 about his father that was gravely ill. His father had simply accepted his fate regarding his death. Mr. Thomas prompted his father to ‘rage against the dying of the light’ as a way to encourage him to continue fighting on. Mr. Thomas refused to accept the fact that his father was coming to the end of his life. Fortunately, his father lived on for a few more years before going into that good night.”
Brody takes a second and grabs a hair tie. He ties his hair into a small bun before putting on a shirt that has a picture of Rasputin on the front and says ‘Give’em the ol’ Razzle Dazzle’. He straightens out the shirt before continuing on.
“Ziggy Morgan. I don’t plan on going gentle into that good night. I will RAGE against the dying of the light, my dude. I won’t make this easy for you and promise you that this won’t be over quickly. I need this victory. I need to carry my weight in this team with Eli after I screwed up last week and lost the Skeleton Key qualifier. June 7th will be a night to remember. For me. For you. For the fans in attendance. If I sound desperate it’s because I am. Granted, most people wouldn’t admit that out loud but I’m not most people. I am the Blue-Eyed Butcher. I am Your Bearded Hero. I am Brody Adams. And in just a few short days I’ll be standing across the ring from someone who also has something to prove. And I can guarantee you one thing, Ziggy. It’s going to get REAL… Nasty.”
