”Fuck around and find out.”
Nicknames: Bad Brad, Big Bad Brad, BRAD, Big Daddy Brad, Mr. Fuck-Around-And-Find-Out
Age: 30
Eyes:Blue
Hair: Blonde
Height: 6”6’
Weight: 331 lbs.
Birthplace: Fort Mill, South Carolina
This Is My War by Five Finger Death Punch
Wrestling Information
Strategy: Brad mixes old-school wrestling technique with overwhelming power, using his size and strength to run straight through his opponents. Once he catches them, he breaks them down with slams, powerbombs, crushing strikes, and simple submission moves, grinding them down until they can no longer pose a threat. Style: Old School
Type: Traditional Powerhouse
Attitude to Hentai: ”Nah. Nobody around here could keep up, anyway.”
Preferred Attacks:
Powerbombs, Slams, Clotheslines, Chops
Preferred Matches: Standard, Hardcore.
Signature Match
Double or Nothing: In order to win, a wrestler must not only score two pinfalls or submissions, but they must do so twice in a row.
Endurance:★★★★★ - The man is a walking tank.
Strength:★★★★★ - Stronger than he looks, and he looks damn strong.
Speed:★ - All that power comes at a price.
Defense:★★★ - Has a problem defending against the quicker wrestlers.
Technique: ★★★★ - A skilled, versatile wrestler.
Wrestling Statistics
Strikes: ★★★ - Knows basic strikes and chops, but he’s no boxer.
Submissions: ★★★ - Has mastered many classic submissions, but isn’t too technical.
Powerhouse:★★★★★ - Loves throwing opponents around the ring.
Aerial: ★★ - Will go up top when the occasion calls for it.
Counters: ★★★ - Can fight his way out of some moves.
Signature Moves:
The Rack
Brad lifts the opponent up and puts them in a torture rack. After bending them fora few seconds, he hurls them away, sometimes out of the ring.
Long Shot
When an opponent is leaping towards him, Brad catches them by the neck, lifts them up, and hurls them back across the ring.
Helltaker
A ripcord lariat. When he’s behind his opponent, Brad reached around, grabs their wrist, spins them about, then pulls them in for a hellish lariat.
MOAB
An Orange Crush powerbomb. Brad catches them in a front facelook, lifts them up in position for a vertical suplex, then drops them with a sit-out powerbomb that goes straight to a pin.
Personal Information
Personality
“Am I bad guy? I don’t think I’m a bad guy.
Look, look, look. I take my job seriously. That’s what you’re supposed to do. Wrestling’s a sport with a long lineage, it’s a sacred thing. It’s not porn. Don’t get me wrong, nothing wrong. I’ve got some on my laptop, most guys do, I don’t mind saying it. But you don’t mix stuff like that. You gotta have respect for what came before, and I don’t see that in LAW.
Now, don’t go on thinking I’m sexist, that’s not it. Lots of great female wrestlers out there, but I don’t see them in LAW. Know why? Because the ones that just want to wrestle, that don’t want to fuck in the middle of the ring, they don’t make it. They get cast aside. Downright degrading. If anyone around wants to prove me wrong, they can step up. I don’t discriminate. Anyone can get these hands. Gay, bi, straight, trans, pan, ace, queer, you name it.
The truth is, not a person on this roster can hang with a real wrestler, and me? I’m as real as they get. So why am I here? I got a plan. I’m going to run through this roster. Flatten them. Smash them. I’m going to be a champion, and yeah, I know there’s no male championship - I’m going to make it happen. Oh, and after I win that championship, I’m gonna reign supreme. I’m leaving LAW with it, I’m using the money I make to create a real promotio, and I’ll bring real wrestling back.
That’s the plan. Anyone thinks they can stop me, they’ll fuck around and find out.”
Look, look, look. I take my job seriously. That’s what you’re supposed to do. Wrestling’s a sport with a long lineage, it’s a sacred thing. It’s not porn. Don’t get me wrong, nothing wrong. I’ve got some on my laptop, most guys do, I don’t mind saying it. But you don’t mix stuff like that. You gotta have respect for what came before, and I don’t see that in LAW.
Now, don’t go on thinking I’m sexist, that’s not it. Lots of great female wrestlers out there, but I don’t see them in LAW. Know why? Because the ones that just want to wrestle, that don’t want to fuck in the middle of the ring, they don’t make it. They get cast aside. Downright degrading. If anyone around wants to prove me wrong, they can step up. I don’t discriminate. Anyone can get these hands. Gay, bi, straight, trans, pan, ace, queer, you name it.
The truth is, not a person on this roster can hang with a real wrestler, and me? I’m as real as they get. So why am I here? I got a plan. I’m going to run through this roster. Flatten them. Smash them. I’m going to be a champion, and yeah, I know there’s no male championship - I’m going to make it happen. Oh, and after I win that championship, I’m gonna reign supreme. I’m leaving LAW with it, I’m using the money I make to create a real promotio, and I’ll bring real wrestling back.
That’s the plan. Anyone thinks they can stop me, they’ll fuck around and find out.”
History
”So, you want to know why I’m so pissed off in the ring? Okay. It’s a simple story. Pay attention. Hate repeating myself.
Let’s say you were born into the sport. Your granddad wasn’t just any old wrestler, either. He was the first Bad Brad. One of the biggest names in the old territory days. Sold out arenas from Florida to Maine, dominated the West Coast, had the longest title run in history for two decades. And your Dad? He’s the second Bad Brad. Redefined the sport, brought it into the new millennium. Legendary feuds with Man of War, Rocket Johnson, Black Mask, Rojo Diablo.
That’s what you grow up with. You, you’re the third Bad Brad, and they say you’re going to do big things. You’re huge, you’ve got the talent, you’ve been training since you could walk. You make your debut, and yeah, everything’s going okay, but something’s wrong. The sport is changing. People want less athleticism, don’t respect the craft like they used to. No, these days they’re more interested in this dumbass sex league in Japan. They want porn. They want you to fight women and get beat up, so they don’t have to pay ten bucks a month for the same shit on Onlyfans.
That’s the environment you find yourself in, so far from what your Dad and his Dad went through. A wrestling fandom filled to bursting with whiny incels who spend all day on Twitter - or X, or whatever it’s called now - repeating terms that they don’t even really know, talking about situations that they have no clue about, giving their opinions about matters they have zero real experience in.
The trend is coming to the USA, more and more sexfighting leagues are popping up. You don’t want to bend to the trend, but money’s running low, career is starting to stall. Then, one day, you get a call. That shitshow promotion in Japan? They want to add some new male talent. They interested in you. You want to tell them to kindly go fuck themselves, but your bank account says no. You’re going to Japan.
So, how would that make you feel? Huh?”
Let’s say you were born into the sport. Your granddad wasn’t just any old wrestler, either. He was the first Bad Brad. One of the biggest names in the old territory days. Sold out arenas from Florida to Maine, dominated the West Coast, had the longest title run in history for two decades. And your Dad? He’s the second Bad Brad. Redefined the sport, brought it into the new millennium. Legendary feuds with Man of War, Rocket Johnson, Black Mask, Rojo Diablo.
That’s what you grow up with. You, you’re the third Bad Brad, and they say you’re going to do big things. You’re huge, you’ve got the talent, you’ve been training since you could walk. You make your debut, and yeah, everything’s going okay, but something’s wrong. The sport is changing. People want less athleticism, don’t respect the craft like they used to. No, these days they’re more interested in this dumbass sex league in Japan. They want porn. They want you to fight women and get beat up, so they don’t have to pay ten bucks a month for the same shit on Onlyfans.
That’s the environment you find yourself in, so far from what your Dad and his Dad went through. A wrestling fandom filled to bursting with whiny incels who spend all day on Twitter - or X, or whatever it’s called now - repeating terms that they don’t even really know, talking about situations that they have no clue about, giving their opinions about matters they have zero real experience in.
The trend is coming to the USA, more and more sexfighting leagues are popping up. You don’t want to bend to the trend, but money’s running low, career is starting to stall. Then, one day, you get a call. That shitshow promotion in Japan? They want to add some new male talent. They interested in you. You want to tell them to kindly go fuck themselves, but your bank account says no. You’re going to Japan.
So, how would that make you feel? Huh?”
Appearance
Full Outfit
Warming Up
Locking up with a rival.
+Big anime fan, and DBZ fan in particular. Has mixed feelings on Super.
+Follows a strict and complicated workout regimen.
+Is near-sighted and wears contact lenses.
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