Post by bloodiedfox on Mar 9, 2020 14:39:34 GMT -5
We fade up to the strains of A Beautiful Song. Brendan Harding sits in a chair, deep in thought, illuminated as the sole spot of brightness in a sea of darkness. After a few moments of stillness, he starts to speak.
There's a reason I made this song my theme, and it's not because it's a hell of a tune. Anyone who's played Nier Automata, the game it originally comes from, can probably follow the logic thread on their own, but to bring those who haven't up to speed, it's the lament of someone who piece by piece destroys themselves in the belief it will allow their love to finally be requited, but all it brings them is pain and misery.
Is that what I'm doing here?
He smirks
Fuck no, but people are going to say that it is, so I may as well mess with them while also having entrance music that kicks all kinds of arse.
Still though, the question remains: why am I doing this? Why have I decided to become a wrestler, and in J-ROK of all places. I had a pretty sweet gig, didn't I? Hang out with my boyfriend; support him; go drinking with Seth Dillinger; trade quips with Ryan Young. I got all the fringe benefits of being part of LGBTKO without having to do the actual hard work of punching shitbags like Natasha or Jack Diamond in the throat. Hell, even if that was something I wanted to do, why not join AWF? I'd have physical support in addition to the moral kind; an easier travel schedule; a probable Phoenix title shot in 2 months.Why go all the way to Japan?
Brendan sighs, then stands, stretching.
Let me tell you a story. A man grows up, not knowing his father at all beyond the fact the scumbag abandoned his mum while she was pregnant with him. He meets and falls in love with a handsome young pro wrestler and ends up moving to the United States when he signs with a top wrestling company. One day, on a whim, he does a DNA test, since hey, maybe disappearing daddy turfe up in the US too. He gets the results: no joy on the father front, but it turns out he's got a half brother who also's been looking. Coincidence of coincidences, this half brother is a wrestler, just like his boyfriend. Different company, same network. He's a newly crowned champion even, but he's just managed to piss off his boss by making it clear he isn't going to be pushed around. Then that boss just up and vanishes, and in some kind of strange legal tangle, the half brother champion gets all the guy's assets. Now this guy, he's got plans, big plans, stretching all over the place. But he needs people. People he can trust. He decides that if you can't trust family, who can you trust? So he asks our protagonist, his newly discovered half brother, if he wants a position.
You can fill in the blanks from there, I trust.
Brendan reaches his arm out of view, and it returns holding a hooded leather jacket, which he begins to put on.
Why take the offer?
Because.
Because why not?
Because the money's good.
Because I have my boyfriend's unconditional support.
But most of all, because I have to know.
I have to know what I can really do. I have to know if years of martial arts training and sparring with one third of the XHF tag team champions means I have what it takes to carve a place for myself in this industry. I have to know if I can be more than the witty sidekick or the eye candy spouse.
He reaches off to the other side, and returns holding a metallic wolf-shaped mask. He stares down at it for a long moment, before looking back into the camera.
I don't know what a Last Scene match is. I don't know what the Doom Metal Championship represents. I don't know who my opponents are beyond profiles on a website. All I know is who I am, and that is enough.
He puts on the mask and raises the jacket's hood.
I am the Bloodied's Beloved.
I am the Heir of the Dread Wolf.
I am Dr Zen.
I am Brendan Harding.
Be afraid.
He walks away, as darkness descends...
There's a reason I made this song my theme, and it's not because it's a hell of a tune. Anyone who's played Nier Automata, the game it originally comes from, can probably follow the logic thread on their own, but to bring those who haven't up to speed, it's the lament of someone who piece by piece destroys themselves in the belief it will allow their love to finally be requited, but all it brings them is pain and misery.
Is that what I'm doing here?
He smirks
Fuck no, but people are going to say that it is, so I may as well mess with them while also having entrance music that kicks all kinds of arse.
Still though, the question remains: why am I doing this? Why have I decided to become a wrestler, and in J-ROK of all places. I had a pretty sweet gig, didn't I? Hang out with my boyfriend; support him; go drinking with Seth Dillinger; trade quips with Ryan Young. I got all the fringe benefits of being part of LGBTKO without having to do the actual hard work of punching shitbags like Natasha or Jack Diamond in the throat. Hell, even if that was something I wanted to do, why not join AWF? I'd have physical support in addition to the moral kind; an easier travel schedule; a probable Phoenix title shot in 2 months.Why go all the way to Japan?
Brendan sighs, then stands, stretching.
Let me tell you a story. A man grows up, not knowing his father at all beyond the fact the scumbag abandoned his mum while she was pregnant with him. He meets and falls in love with a handsome young pro wrestler and ends up moving to the United States when he signs with a top wrestling company. One day, on a whim, he does a DNA test, since hey, maybe disappearing daddy turfe up in the US too. He gets the results: no joy on the father front, but it turns out he's got a half brother who also's been looking. Coincidence of coincidences, this half brother is a wrestler, just like his boyfriend. Different company, same network. He's a newly crowned champion even, but he's just managed to piss off his boss by making it clear he isn't going to be pushed around. Then that boss just up and vanishes, and in some kind of strange legal tangle, the half brother champion gets all the guy's assets. Now this guy, he's got plans, big plans, stretching all over the place. But he needs people. People he can trust. He decides that if you can't trust family, who can you trust? So he asks our protagonist, his newly discovered half brother, if he wants a position.
You can fill in the blanks from there, I trust.
Brendan reaches his arm out of view, and it returns holding a hooded leather jacket, which he begins to put on.
Why take the offer?
Because.
Because why not?
Because the money's good.
Because I have my boyfriend's unconditional support.
But most of all, because I have to know.
I have to know what I can really do. I have to know if years of martial arts training and sparring with one third of the XHF tag team champions means I have what it takes to carve a place for myself in this industry. I have to know if I can be more than the witty sidekick or the eye candy spouse.
He reaches off to the other side, and returns holding a metallic wolf-shaped mask. He stares down at it for a long moment, before looking back into the camera.
I don't know what a Last Scene match is. I don't know what the Doom Metal Championship represents. I don't know who my opponents are beyond profiles on a website. All I know is who I am, and that is enough.
He puts on the mask and raises the jacket's hood.
I am the Bloodied's Beloved.
I am the Heir of the Dread Wolf.
I am Dr Zen.
I am Brendan Harding.
Be afraid.
He walks away, as darkness descends...