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Necce

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Necce last won the day on November 27

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About Necce

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    The Antichrist
  • Birthday 08/01/1999

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    Male
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    Metal,wrasslin,bad 90s pop music,dogs,cats,the African mongoose,I also like Converse.

    Greasing the monkey,Choking the chicken,jerckin my gerkin,slinging mayo,spanking and smacking it,under the cover hand time,making sweet love to my right hand.

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  1. Long overdue

    Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb In the shape of an "L" on her forehead Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running Didn't make sense not to live for fun Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb So much to do, so much to see So what's wrong with taking the back streets? You'll never know if you don't go You'll never shine if you don't glow Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid And all that glitters is gold Only shooting stars break the mold It's a cool place and they say it gets colder You're bundled up now, wait till you get older But the meteor men beg to differ Judging by the hole in the satellite picture The ice we skate is getting pretty thin The water's getting warm so you might as well swim My world's on fire, how about yours? That's the way I like it and I never get bored Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid All that glitters is gold Only shooting stars break the mold Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show, on get paid And all that glitters is gold Only shooting stars Somebody once asked could I spare some change for gas? I need to get myself away from this place I said yep what a concept I could use a little fuel myself And we could all use a little change Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running Didn't make sense not to live for fun Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb So much to do, so much to see So what's wrong with taking the back streets? You'll never know if you don't go (go!) You'll never shine if you don't glow Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid And all that glitters is gold Only shooting stars break the mold And all that glitters is gold Only shooting stars break the mold
  2. Long overdue

    You may be alive, but you're dead to us. Get off our Forums, you're not needed here anymore
  3. Long overdue

    A post from beyond the grave
  4. Brendenplayz Top 5

    Agreeable
  5. The Son

    {Necce lays in a hospital bed, one night after being raped by Flynn. He calles a nurse into his room.} "Can I help you with something Mr. Brave?" "Yes, can you please turn the TV to the BPZ Neccework? I'd like to catch Carnage tonight." "Certainly." {The nurse turns the television on and Necce watches the previous segment. He calls the nurse back into the room.} "Yes, Mr. Brave?" "You know what, just pull my plug, I'm ready to go." "Sir, you're not on life support." {Necce remembers this and lays his head on the pillow disgruntledly, unable to turn the TV off, forcing him to watch the rest of the show.
  6. {Necce lies in the ring defeated. He has just been defeated by the one man he thought he could never lose to, and more importantly, he let his team down. As Slim's music fades away, the camera is fixed on Necce in the middle of the ring. He tries to will himself up, but he is too weak and beaten to. The fans cheer him, recognizing how hard he fought in this match. The fans begin to applaud as Flynn comes down to the ring. Even though Necce hit Flynn with a Death From Above, getting him eliminated from the match, it seems as if that is behind them, Flynn is only concerned on helping his brother onto his feet. Flynn gets into the ring and helps Necce onto his knees. Necce, lacking any strength, falls onto Flynn's legs. Flynn looks down onto his fallen partner; his face first looking like one of pity, but slowly turns into one of anger and frustrated. He grabs Necce by his hair and pulled his head up so that Necce was looking at him. He looks right at Necce and says a single phrase, loud enough that everyone in attendance can hear it.} "FUCK. YOU." {Flynn stuns everyone as he knocks Necce's head off of his shoulders. The audience is silent, they can't believe what they've just seen. Flynn has just attacked Necce, a man he's been best friends with since both men joined the company. Flynn is standing away from Necce, tearing at his own hair and screaming at him.} "THIS WAS MY MATCH!!! MY. MATCH. AND YOU RUINED IT!" {Flynn drags Necce by his hair to the outside of the ring. He picks Necce up by the belt loops in his jeans and hits a brutal powerbomb onto the ring apron. Flynn doesn't give Necce a chance to breathe as he picks him up once again, and throws him full force into the barricade. Necce writhes in pain on the ground as Flynn looks under the ring. He finds a steel chair and begins to stalk Necce like prey. Necce crawls up to a ring post and slowly makes his way to a standing position, without a second thought, Flynn hit him in the back of the head with the chair, cause Necce to also slam face first into the ring post. Necce slowly falls to his knees, leaving a trail of blood running down the pole. Flynn lightly kicks Necce in the head, and viciously beats him with the chair, until the chair is mangled beyond repair. Flynn throws the chair away and grabs Necce's wrist from off the ground. He drags Necce from the ringside area, up the ramp, and onto the stage, before dropping his wrist and picking him up by his hair. Flynn takes a running start and violently throws Necce into the LED set as if he were a ragdoll. Necce crashes through the set, cutting the whole thing off as a result. Just as we think that Flynn has done enough, he walks over to the hole made by Necce, and drags him out by his leg. Flynn drags Necce to the edge of the stage, picks him up, and says one last thing to him.} "YOU WANT THE SPOTLIGHT SO BAD?! HERE! FUCKING TAKE IT" {Flynn picks Necce up into a powerbomb position and throws him into a giant light off of the stage. The sound of glass shattering and lights exploding echo throughout the arena. An ambulance comes from the back to check on Necce who, combining the abuse he took in the match and this mauling by Flynn, is in a very bad way. Flynn looks down on his former best friend, taunting him as his victim coughs up blood, even mocking Necce's catchphrase and pose.} "Quote the Raven" {Flynn does Necce's pose.} "Never...." {Flynn stops, he puts his arms down and sits down on the stage, dangling his feet like a child as the medics put Necce on a stretcher.} "....More" {The copyright logo appears on the bottom of the screen, as this is the final shot we see of the 2017 Survivor Series PPV.}
  7. Music to My Ears.

    What the fucking fuck?
  8. Unite and Destroy

    {Necce takes the microphone away from Echo, and the fans begin to buzz. Necce has remained quiet and hasn't been seen on BPZ TV for a few weeks. Necce wastes no time getting down to business.} One thing I've been known for behind the scenes here at BPZ is my poor eyesight. But when I saw 2 men make deals with the devil, I knew that in that moment, for the first time in my life, I had 20/20 vision. This is not the first time, nor the last time, that I've seen a man who I called my brother turn to the dark side. For all of those hardcore BPZ fans, you know that Slim is not the only member of Team Smith that I have unfinished business with. At the very first BPZMANIA event, I won the last title I'd ever hold, when I beat my "friend Jonathan. Before my celebration could begin, he stabbed me in the back the very next month, and stole the title from me. At the time, Jonathan was on top of the world, and he couldn't handle the fact that I was the one speed bump on his road to become a "god." Since that day, we've gone our separate ways. However, at Survivor Series, our paths will cross for the first time since April 2016. A meet up over a year and a half in the making, and as soon as I finish crippling that little puppy Slim; your neck is the next one that my blade is aiming for. Oh...and how I could I forget? The ghost of BPZ has finally graced us with his presence. The almighty Tamer has been announced as Team Smith's 5th member... {Necce looks down at his wrist} ...a week before the show! Since Tamer and I have never interacted in BPZ before, there is no history between us, there is no need for me to exact any kind of revenge, and therefore, no need for me to care. However, an interesting thought has come to me. This match is the only match in a while that would bring Tamer, Jonathan, and myself out of the shadows. You see, what bringing us out of nowhere was supposed to do, was add a bit of unpredictability to the fold. Break up the monotony and stagnation that festers in the roster and matches of modern BPZ. But in actuality, our respective returns conjure up one question amonst the audience. "Why should I care?" Tamer, Jonathan, and myself are alike in many ways. Great wrestlers? Yes. Great talkers? Yes. The greatest professional wrestlers to EVER step into a BPZ ring? Without a shred of a doubt. But the one way that all of us are alike that no other BPZ wrestlers share. We show up, make a bit of a splash, and then we leave, only returning when people are starting to forget about us. When we're called upon to participate in these matches, we feel special, it boosts our ego, completely blind to the fact that the only reason we joined the match was because there weren't enough subscriptions for the BPZ Neccework. We aren't a special attraction, WE'RE A FUCKING SIDE SHOW. So another question arises...not from the audience, but from deep within us. A question that every wrestlers ask themselves. A question that seeps into your mind late at night, when you're finishing the days last cigarette, lying in a hotel bed rather than your own. "Why do I do it?" For many it's a dream, something they've loved since they were a kid. For some, it's for the fame that is had when you sacrifice your body, only to be paid in handshakes and gas station hotdogs. But for us, it's different. For us, we're trying to chase our youth. All three of us where, at one point, on top of the world. You two are former world champions. Tamer was a king, Jonathan was a God, and myself a must see talent. But now, the sands of time have passed us by, and we all now it. So that's why we do it. We're all on minute 14:59, and we hope that with one more match, one more big moment, one more return, we can get one more second. But at the same time, we know that we're just another famous former face to take the fall, so we can make the current stars look good. So at Survivor Series, you'll see 3 desperate men, fighting with everything they've got to get out of the cold of irrelevance, and into the warm spotlight of success. So now the question is...who wants it more? So enjoy the show, ladies and gentlemen, because once Tamer, Jonathan, and I are eliminated, who knows when you'll see us again? {Necce drops the microphone at the feet of his teammate Prince. He stares into the camera, as if he was looking through the camera and into the souls of the two Team Smith members. We now that this Survivor Series match will be like no other, this isn't about brand supremacy or settling scores. For many participants, this may be their last chance to be in the spotlight.}
  9. A certain Antichrist may also turn up...who knows?
  10. Who are your biggest BPZ rivals?

    My biggest rival is "dead" so I'll say @Slim as we've been feuding off an on for over 2 years, and personally, I think our work against each other is some of our best work.
  11. All The Firsts On Brendenplayz Forums

    First person to hold the United States Title for over 2 months. First person to have a boiler room brawl match. First person to have a post go pass 10 rep (How to Be Like John Cena and my coming out post, both 15 rep.)
  12. The Lies We Tell Ourselves

    {The scene opens up in a room with a single hanging, unlit lightbulb. Similar to the one seen in "Broken." The sounds outside is still and quiet. The silence is broken by the flicker of a lighter. The camera pans down to show Necce with a lit cigarette in his mouth. Rather than the light of the camera illuminating the room, as per usual, Necce rather embraces the darkness. The only light in the room is from the end of the cigarette and the moon outside; it's just enough to show Necce's face.} You know Slim, your little speech made me think. It forced me to look into myself the way nobody ever has before. I truly had to evaluate my entire career. And in this moment of existential catharsis, I discovered one thing; you're right. {Necce looks out of the window as a wave of depression washes over him. He takes a long drag of his cigarette and flicks the ashes off of it. He exhales the smoke and continues talking.} Slim, I like to believe that I am nothing like you, however, in my moment of introspection, I realized there is one thing we both have in common. We both have delusions of grandeur. We both have convinced ourselves that we are more important and significant than we are. We both like to believe that all the blood, sweat, and tears we've shed in this company will be remembered years, even decades after we're dead and gone, but we know that won't happen. They say that everyone has 2 deaths; the first is when you physically die, however, the second is when people simply forget about you. It's a hard pill to swallow, but whether you choose to accept it or not, we're just tiny dots on an endless timeline. We've made our marks on history, but I learned first-hand how quickly someone can come along and take that away from you. {Necce looks down at the cigarette in his hand.} We're like cigarettes. Picked at random without any thought given to it. In that moment, we think that we're special, like we're the only thing in the world that matters. But we neglect the fact that we come in a pack of over a dozen other cigarettes, that look exactly like us, there's no difference, our only source of importance is that we were picked in that very moment. We burn for as long as the person who chose us wants us to, until we are thrown away, never to be thought about again. We fade away like the smoke that emits from us. {Necce takes another drag from his cigarette.} With that realization, comes another. This one more crushing than the last; I don't matter anymore. In my prime I was one of the hottest midcarders in BPZ. Putting on the best matches, cutting the best promos, but now, I'm just an old star who's taking up space in the roster. A man who desperately tries to recapture his old glory that he knows will never return. Trying to recapture that lightning in a bottle that will never happen again, and when he realizes this, he runs. Returning a few months later who gets huge pops because the fans are just glad to see him back. Fans who are also just reminiscing on the past. A star they loved is back, he'll be gone in a few months, so let's enjoy him while he's here. {Necce takes another drag of his cigarette and exhales slowly.} Another thing you were right about, Slim, was that I was never dedicated to this business. I love this business and everyone in it, but that's not why I did it. That's not why I spent 2 years of putting my body through the damage and trauma this business requires out of you. The real reason I did this for so long, was that I was running. I've talked to death on the abuse I endured in my youth, but like most things in my life, it's the source of every decision I make and every move I take. Wrestling and music were the only things in my life that took me out of the position I was in, so I ran to them. I found a place where I could do the thing while being loved and respected. In my situation, how could that not sound like the best thing in the world? But after a while, it all became too much. Everything I did to make myself happy, made me as unhappy as ever. I found myself looking at more and more bottoms of empty pill and whiskey bottles, hoping that could numb the pain, but it never did. And as tradition, when I find myself unhappy, rather than try to find a solution, I run. It wasn't until my daughter was born that I had to ask the hardest question I've ever asked myself. Which is worse; a father who hates you, but is a constant presence in your life; or a father who loves you, but is never around to show it? Which hurts worse; A punch or silence? It was the first time in my life that I decided not to run, I decided that my children deserve to have a father who loves them, who sees them as the only thing in the world that matters, something I was never given. I'm not running anymore Slim, from my past, from my failures, and from the truth. The biggest thing that I've had to come to grips with is that, in all actuality, I don't hate you Slim. That was just a lie that I told myself so I didn't have to face the real reason I resent you as much as I do. I don't hate you Slim, I'm jealous of you. When you came into BPZ, I was already an established name. You needed me to get any recognition. Now, I'm nothing, while you're the face of the company. You were somebody that Flynn and I took under our wings, and now you're the longest reigning champion in the history of our company, while I get meaningless feuds and matches to send the fans home happy. You're at the top of every card you're on, where I'm in the middle solely based on my tenure. It's a hard pill to swallow Slim, but I need you. I keep thinking that if I beat you, then it'll put me in the spot that I think I deserve to be in. I keep thinking that if I keep bringing up the fact that you've never beaten me, then it'll somehow make me the star I used to be, though I know, I know that it won't. My need to best you isn't based off of hatred Slim, it's based on jealousy. {Necce takes one more drag from his cigarette before throwing it away.} That's why I want to beat you so badly Slim. I hold on to this hope that if I can keep you down for that one extra second just one more time, that it'll drag you down to the bottom with me. I know, deep inside of me, that it won't make a bit of difference, but I hold on to this thought, hoping that maybe it'll come true. I'm as close to rock bottom as you can get Slim. At this point, there's only one thing that keeps you going. It's not talent, or past successes, it's hope and heart; and hope, hope can be a terrible and dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane, but I'll hold on to it, for as long as I can. Until that moment when I finally get the better of you, I'll hope that it'll provide me with the happiness I've been looking for for years. I'll chase that hope all the way to Survivor Series, and if it means that I have to die to eliminate you, then I'll take my final breath as the referee hits the mat for the third time, all in my endless pursute for an unattainable goal. {Necce finished talking and goes back to looking at the moon outside of the window. The light illuminates his face for a final time, before the camera slowly fades to black.}
  13. Kayfabe Moveset Thread

    I'm only going to be putting in my finishers as I usually think of my regular moves on the spot when writing a match. Antichrist Revolution Death From Above (nobody kicks out) (No gif. I jump from the ropes (like AJ Styles does when doing his 450 splash) and hit a DDT on a standing opponent in the ring.) Devil's Son (Nobody kicks out) Sling Blade
  14. Great Again.

    BOOOOOOOOOOO

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