So disclaimer, I was handling MDK for Brian as he worked his Douglas/MDK angle and in all honesty, I bailed because I was uninspired, it just wasn't fun for me, mainly because it was Brian's story to tell and I had little input on the arch. So, if you'll have me back here's a character I created.
Handler Information
Name: Jerald Logan
Email Address: grindforgreatness@gmail.com
Best Way to Contact You: email, FB messenger, I'll be in the Skype chat too, it doesn't really matter.
eWrestling Experience: It's been a while (probably 6-7 years) but PIW, Action, fWo, the Asylum, jOlt, LoC and ACW.
How did you find DEFIANCE? I was in Defiance a few months ago found it via Justin Buitron and his merry clan of Reapers.
We enter a boxing gym, it's ragged interior insists it's a homegrown local establishment that's been around for quite some time. As the camera moves about, it halts near a young gentleman dressed in a gray hoodie with a pair of matching sweatpants.
The man, a balded headed African American stands in the center of a boxing gym swinging violently at a heavy bag, as if rage engulfs his mind with every shot delivered. His attire completely saturated in sweat.
Gentleman: You fuck… It's not over, Bruhh ain't going out like this.
A crowd has formed around the man as he unleashes a combination of punches into the bag while shouting obscenities. “That's DJ Bruhh Nasty. Wylin in Shaolin.” whispers someone from the crowd as the man turns towards them in a fury.
“The FUCK are you lookin at? I'll split your wig, son!” shouts the man as he jumps towards the crowd in a threatening manner. The group disperses from around Bruhh Nasty, scattering like roaches. Only one remained, a medium build individual with a thick kempt beard; who's dressed as if he’s going to a Bonanza convention in a gray suit with matching cowboy hat., casually puffs a Montecristo.
“Ayo, B… “ shouts Bruhh knowing that in this part of the city, this gentleman appears to be out of place. And typically, instincts would advise that you are in the presence of some type of law enforcement officer. And on this day, Bruhh Nasty was in a foul mood.
“There's no smoking in here, yo,” the Staten Island native spit his words with pure venom at the stranger, “The FUCK out my face with that!.”
The man just smiled and reached into the breast pocket of his suit, removing a blue colored business card, “The names, Floyd Adkins Jr and I’m just here admiring your bad technique, buddy. ” says Adkins with a strong Southern drawl as he shakes his head. “Space your feet more, that'll correct your balance. Might keep you from getting knocked out.” affirmed Adkins with a smirk.
This infuriated Bruhh Nasty as he erupted., “Ain't nothin wrong with my square up game. We can hit that ring if you want to test these hands.” exclaimed Bruhh as he ignores the card in Adkins’ hand.
“Here me out, up the street there’s a diner, best breakfast in the friggin’
City! Somewhere we can sit down and discuss an opportunity I can offer you.” says Floyd extending his card as Bruhh appears to be lowering his guard. Bruhh removes his gloves and reads the card aloud.
… Floyd Adkins Jr - Talent & Development - THE SOUTHERN WRESTLING ALLIANCE....
Bruhh Nasty grew up in New York in the 90s, everyone always had an opportunity for you. Fact is, Bruhh trusted his instincts in these types of situations the most in order to weed out all the game that was being ran.
“The FUCK is an SWA?” asked Bruhh with a confused look on his face.
“THE Southern Wrestling Alliance is a place where Bruhh Nasty can be Bruhh Nasty without all the politics and bullshit,” Adkins pauses , “Under my guidance of course, ” he says picking up a coffee cup. Bruhh didn’t seem interested in the slightest in what this guy was selling..
“Some wrestling shit? I'm good on that fake shit, b.”
“Listen, you’re mic work in impeccable, but “It's over for in New York like Phil Jackson,” says Adkins, “This opportunity, I’m giving you,” Adkins states tapping his pointer finger on the table in front of Bruhh Nasty, “Is the real deal. It’s going to help you rebrand yourself, there’s only one thing I need to teach you.”
“And what’s that?” says Bruhh mouth filled with bacon.
“To WRESTLE. Give me 3 months and I can turn you from castaway radio personality into a CHAMPION.”
Bruhh seems reluctant, but the words it's over for you in New York burnt his soul like ether. He knows there's some truth to that. Danky Drew lead a viral social media campaign that painted him in such a negative light; he was exiled from New York radio.
“How you going to do that, yo?” says Bruhh a bit intrigued yet still standoffish, “I'm trying to eat, I'd rather lay up in MIA, but… if it's over in New York, I'm down for whatever keeps me from using the oven to keep the house warm, ya dig?”
“Do what I say and you’ll be right back where you want to be, Bruhh.” says Floyd as he picks up the bill and motions for the server to collect.
It sounded too good to be true in Bruhh Nasty’s eyes, but in reality there were no other options for him. The industry he was loved buried him, so why not wrestling? What did he really have to lose?
FAST FORWARD A YEAR
ONNNNEEEEEE….. TWWWWOOOOO…. THREEEEEEE
JK - Bruhh Nasty has done it! The NEW Southern Wrestling Alliance Heavyweight title is his.
LOL - WOW! WHAT A MATCH, JK!
JK - Bruhh is Nasty!
Bruhh Nasty extends his arms into the air as the referee places the SWA championship across his shoulders. Bruhh grabs the belts strap and slings it into the air and does his B-boy stance pose as the title comes crashing on top of his unconscious opponent much to the approval of the crowd.
FADE
Bruhh Nasty
Original Bio
Height: 6’4”
Weight: 240
Hometown: Staten Island, NY
Moveset:
Double Underhook Sit down Powerbomb
Many variations of DDT
German Suplex
High Point Dropkick
Boston Crab
Running Bulldog
Russian Leg Sweep
Springboard Leg Drop
Hurricanrana
Superkick
Signature Moves:
Flying Elbow Drop from the top turnbuckle. (Stylin’ On U)
A strong arm Lariat
Fisherman’s Super Buster
Reverse Russian Leg Sweep
Finisher:
The Gravity Bong! (A sit down Tombstone piledriver)
Appearance:
Bruhh Nasty is a bald headed light skin man with a chubby muscular build. Very nimble for his size, his athleticism is Lebron James like, which he will obnoxiously brag about. Goatee is all black except for a portion of his beard, which is purposely dyed gray in the middle. Typically dawns a variety of Hip Hop themed t-shirts and of course timb boots on his feet, make the cypher complete.
To the ring, he may wear an assortment of bananas that only reveal his eyes, which are the same exact contact lenses Hopsin uses, that give him crazy eyes.
Theme Music/Entrance:
I’m still working on this part, so I’ll get back to you.
Gimmick: Bruhh Nasty is a Hip Hop junkie. Former DJ and on air radio personality, DJ Bruhh Nasty was well known for his daily morning show Wylin in Shaolin. Unfortunately one fateful night all that was snatched from him in an instant. His main competition, Danky Drew decided to check him at a major Hollywood event and things did not turn out well for Drew as he was beaten more savagely than somebody who slapped Dee Barnes. No charges were ever brought up on Bruhh, but his reputation was severely tarnished. Danky Drew would eventually make a full recovery, and begin a smear campaign with himself playing innocent victim that would eventually lead to Bruh Nasty being labeled a bully on social media, which in turn exiled him from the industry he loved..
He was pissed off, but instead of crying about it. He went to the gym and started hitting the heavy bag, that gym… that day… what are the odds? A single conversation would reverse the curse, and have him asking, Who's next to Plex?
Handler Information
Name: Jerald Logan
Email Address: grindforgreatness@gmail.com
Best Way to Contact You: email, FB messenger, I'll be in the Skype chat too, it doesn't really matter.
eWrestling Experience: It's been a while (probably 6-7 years) but PIW, Action, fWo, the Asylum, jOlt, LoC and ACW.
How did you find DEFIANCE? I was in Defiance a few months ago found it via Justin Buitron and his merry clan of Reapers.
We enter a boxing gym, it's ragged interior insists it's a homegrown local establishment that's been around for quite some time. As the camera moves about, it halts near a young gentleman dressed in a gray hoodie with a pair of matching sweatpants.
The man, a balded headed African American stands in the center of a boxing gym swinging violently at a heavy bag, as if rage engulfs his mind with every shot delivered. His attire completely saturated in sweat.
Gentleman: You fuck… It's not over, Bruhh ain't going out like this.
A crowd has formed around the man as he unleashes a combination of punches into the bag while shouting obscenities. “That's DJ Bruhh Nasty. Wylin in Shaolin.” whispers someone from the crowd as the man turns towards them in a fury.
“The FUCK are you lookin at? I'll split your wig, son!” shouts the man as he jumps towards the crowd in a threatening manner. The group disperses from around Bruhh Nasty, scattering like roaches. Only one remained, a medium build individual with a thick kempt beard; who's dressed as if he’s going to a Bonanza convention in a gray suit with matching cowboy hat., casually puffs a Montecristo.
“Ayo, B… “ shouts Bruhh knowing that in this part of the city, this gentleman appears to be out of place. And typically, instincts would advise that you are in the presence of some type of law enforcement officer. And on this day, Bruhh Nasty was in a foul mood.
“There's no smoking in here, yo,” the Staten Island native spit his words with pure venom at the stranger, “The FUCK out my face with that!.”
The man just smiled and reached into the breast pocket of his suit, removing a blue colored business card, “The names, Floyd Adkins Jr and I’m just here admiring your bad technique, buddy. ” says Adkins with a strong Southern drawl as he shakes his head. “Space your feet more, that'll correct your balance. Might keep you from getting knocked out.” affirmed Adkins with a smirk.
This infuriated Bruhh Nasty as he erupted., “Ain't nothin wrong with my square up game. We can hit that ring if you want to test these hands.” exclaimed Bruhh as he ignores the card in Adkins’ hand.
“Here me out, up the street there’s a diner, best breakfast in the friggin’
City! Somewhere we can sit down and discuss an opportunity I can offer you.” says Floyd extending his card as Bruhh appears to be lowering his guard. Bruhh removes his gloves and reads the card aloud.
… Floyd Adkins Jr - Talent & Development - THE SOUTHERN WRESTLING ALLIANCE....
Bruhh Nasty grew up in New York in the 90s, everyone always had an opportunity for you. Fact is, Bruhh trusted his instincts in these types of situations the most in order to weed out all the game that was being ran.
“The FUCK is an SWA?” asked Bruhh with a confused look on his face.
“THE Southern Wrestling Alliance is a place where Bruhh Nasty can be Bruhh Nasty without all the politics and bullshit,” Adkins pauses , “Under my guidance of course, ” he says picking up a coffee cup. Bruhh didn’t seem interested in the slightest in what this guy was selling..
“Some wrestling shit? I'm good on that fake shit, b.”
“Listen, you’re mic work in impeccable, but “It's over for in New York like Phil Jackson,” says Adkins, “This opportunity, I’m giving you,” Adkins states tapping his pointer finger on the table in front of Bruhh Nasty, “Is the real deal. It’s going to help you rebrand yourself, there’s only one thing I need to teach you.”
“And what’s that?” says Bruhh mouth filled with bacon.
“To WRESTLE. Give me 3 months and I can turn you from castaway radio personality into a CHAMPION.”
Bruhh seems reluctant, but the words it's over for you in New York burnt his soul like ether. He knows there's some truth to that. Danky Drew lead a viral social media campaign that painted him in such a negative light; he was exiled from New York radio.
“How you going to do that, yo?” says Bruhh a bit intrigued yet still standoffish, “I'm trying to eat, I'd rather lay up in MIA, but… if it's over in New York, I'm down for whatever keeps me from using the oven to keep the house warm, ya dig?”
“Do what I say and you’ll be right back where you want to be, Bruhh.” says Floyd as he picks up the bill and motions for the server to collect.
It sounded too good to be true in Bruhh Nasty’s eyes, but in reality there were no other options for him. The industry he was loved buried him, so why not wrestling? What did he really have to lose?
FAST FORWARD A YEAR
ONNNNEEEEEE….. TWWWWOOOOO…. THREEEEEEE
JK - Bruhh Nasty has done it! The NEW Southern Wrestling Alliance Heavyweight title is his.
LOL - WOW! WHAT A MATCH, JK!
JK - Bruhh is Nasty!
Bruhh Nasty extends his arms into the air as the referee places the SWA championship across his shoulders. Bruhh grabs the belts strap and slings it into the air and does his B-boy stance pose as the title comes crashing on top of his unconscious opponent much to the approval of the crowd.
FADE
Bruhh Nasty
Original Bio
Height: 6’4”
Weight: 240
Hometown: Staten Island, NY
Moveset:
Double Underhook Sit down Powerbomb
Many variations of DDT
German Suplex
High Point Dropkick
Boston Crab
Running Bulldog
Russian Leg Sweep
Springboard Leg Drop
Hurricanrana
Superkick
Signature Moves:
Flying Elbow Drop from the top turnbuckle. (Stylin’ On U)
A strong arm Lariat
Fisherman’s Super Buster
Reverse Russian Leg Sweep
Finisher:
The Gravity Bong! (A sit down Tombstone piledriver)
Appearance:
Bruhh Nasty is a bald headed light skin man with a chubby muscular build. Very nimble for his size, his athleticism is Lebron James like, which he will obnoxiously brag about. Goatee is all black except for a portion of his beard, which is purposely dyed gray in the middle. Typically dawns a variety of Hip Hop themed t-shirts and of course timb boots on his feet, make the cypher complete.
To the ring, he may wear an assortment of bananas that only reveal his eyes, which are the same exact contact lenses Hopsin uses, that give him crazy eyes.
Theme Music/Entrance:
I’m still working on this part, so I’ll get back to you.
Gimmick: Bruhh Nasty is a Hip Hop junkie. Former DJ and on air radio personality, DJ Bruhh Nasty was well known for his daily morning show Wylin in Shaolin. Unfortunately one fateful night all that was snatched from him in an instant. His main competition, Danky Drew decided to check him at a major Hollywood event and things did not turn out well for Drew as he was beaten more savagely than somebody who slapped Dee Barnes. No charges were ever brought up on Bruhh, but his reputation was severely tarnished. Danky Drew would eventually make a full recovery, and begin a smear campaign with himself playing innocent victim that would eventually lead to Bruh Nasty being labeled a bully on social media, which in turn exiled him from the industry he loved..
He was pissed off, but instead of crying about it. He went to the gym and started hitting the heavy bag, that gym… that day… what are the odds? A single conversation would reverse the curse, and have him asking, Who's next to Plex?
