The Real Life Brad Vickers
This was Brad's last day working on the set of Resident Evil. Frankly, he was glad to leave the set. He really didn't like portraying the part of the chicken coward. For some reason, everybody else thought that he really was a chicken. Walking out of the STARS room, Brad was relieved to leave this behind him.
"Hey, chicken!!!", yelled Leon, who quickly walked after him.
Stopping in his tracks, Brad replied with a, "Yeah what, fruity ass?" That last reply insulted Leon who immediately placed his hand on Brad's shoulder, attempting to pull him back.
"Hey, you take that back Fuckers!", Leon replied as Brad quickly smacked his hand away. Caught off guard, the room went quiet. Everybody witnessed this courageous act by Brad Vickers, who now looked as if he really wasn't a chicken.
Shaking his head, Brad replied, "Look, this is just acting. Numbnuts...", and continued walking off. That seemed to piss Leon off who quickly rushed and got a tight grasp on Brad's upper right arm. Forcing Leon away from him, Brad quickly turned around in a 180 degree motion and executed a roundhouse kick to left side of Leon's head. The kick connected with Leon's cheek.
"Whoaaaaa......", slowly replied Chris, who just sat there in a daze. He was shocked to see what Brad was really capable of. Feeling Brad's kick, Leon felt like that he just got hit by a solid brick. Dazed, Leon slowly fell to the ground and stared up at the ceiling. He was seeing stars.
"You want stars, you got them...", Brad replied as he walked off from the set and then stopped. Turning around, "No pun intended..." and walked right off the set.
"Leon are you okay?", asked a concerned Claire, who quickly kneeled down by Leon.
All Leon could say was, "Uggggghhhhhhhhhhhh..."
Seconds later, Wesker entered the set with a cup of coffee in his right hand and looked down to see a knocked out Leon Scott Kennedy. "What the fuck just happened?", Wesker asked as he sipped his coffee.
Looking at Wesker, Jill responded with, "Leon got his ass handed to him by Brad..."
Not believing what Jill just said, he replied with, "What was that?"
"You heard me, Leon got whooped by Brad...", Jill said.
"No way...", said Wesker who kneeled down by Leon. Seeing Leon laying there with the lights knocked out of him, Wesker gave an evil grin. Inside, he wished for someone to smack Leon one. "Pretty boy ain't so pretty now...", he thought to himself.
"Check this out!", yelled Rebecca, who was holding a folder with Brad's file. Everybody except for Leon quickly rushed to take a look. Peering inside the file, everybody went wide eyed to read up on the real Brad Vickers. They couldn't believe it.
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Employee Type: Actor
Brad Vickers
Age- 26
Skills: Martial Artist
Styles:
Shotokan Karate- 3rd degree blackbelt, six time world Karate Champion, two time intercontinental Karate Champion, seven time US Karate Champion
Boxing- Middleweight, twelve wins- four losses-one draw
Muay Thai- Three World Titles
Military Muay Thai
San Shou- Two World Titles
Military San Shou
Judo- Blackbelt, four world titles
Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu- Blackbelt, three Pan-American Titles
Jeet Kune Do
Tae Kwon Do- 1st Degree Blackbelt
Wing Chun Kung Fu
Tai Chi Chuan
Aikido- Blackbelt
Employment:
Former martial arts instructor in Miami, Florida. Combat instructor for many police forces. Professional fighter. World Class Fighter.
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"Whoa...", Chris said to himself as he continued to read down Brad's file. Along were some photos taken of Brad.
"What a hunk...", Jill said as she feasted her eyes on a picture of Brad wearing nothing but black tight spandex trucks that said 'Full Contact Fighter'. His body was completely dripping in sweat.
"Wow...", Claire said to herself slowly. She never realized how good looking Brad was. The women were starting to feel stupid for making fun of Brad. Looking at the women oogling over Brad's pictures, the guys were starting to get extremely jealous about the situation.
Suddenly, with the exception of the unconscious Leon, the guys decided to huddle together and come up with a plan. "We have to kick Brad's ass...", Carlos said quietly. "I agree.", replied Wesker, as he adjusted his shades. Afterwards, Wesker went ahead and cracked his knuckles.
Meanwhile, Brad headed to his car but were stopped by three anti-Brad fanboys. Shaking his head, Brad just looked at the three fanboys. "Not this shit...", thinking to himself. "Hey chicken-dick!", yelled one of the fanboys as he approached Brad with a baseball bat. This would be a big mistake for the stupid fanboy as he quickly swung at Brad.
Stepping back some, Brad managed to avoid getting hit as the fanboy swung again and again. Wanting to end this as soon as possible, Brad quickly used both hands and grabbed the other end of the bat. Thrusting his left foot out and connecting with the fanboy's gut, Brad pushed the stupid boy away and took the bat. Spinning the bat once, Brad held it by the handle, Swiftly, Brad smacked the fanboy right upside the head with the steel bat. Dropping it, Brad approached his car and placed the key inside.
The two other fanboys decided to take their swing at Brad. "You got lucky, you dickless pussy.", said the other fanboy as he approached. Moving his body sideways, Brad shot his left leg out executing a powerful thrusting side kick that connected with the solar plexus.
"Waaahhhhhhhhhhhh!", cried the fanboy as he flew several feet back. Turning around, Brad stood there and watched as the third fanboy pissed himself and ran off. Shaking his head slowly, Brad whistled as he opened the door to his car. Stepping inside, Brad closed the door behind him and turned on the ignition.
"STAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!", yelled a familiar voice from behind.
Shaking his head slowly, Brad turned around. "Not this again...", shaking his head slowly as he looked up to face Nemesis. Stepping out of his car, Brad stood face to face. There was something different about Brad this time. To Nemesis' surprise, Brad didn't look scared nor did he look fazed at all. Hell, Brad wasn't even intimidated. Holding his left hand up, Nemesis slowly shot his tentacle out ready to impale Brad. As Nemesis attempted to shoot his tentacle outward some more, Brad quickly countered by grabbing it. "Nice try...", quickly wrapping the tentacles around his right arm and tugging on it with his left hand.
Attempting to retract his tentacle back, Nemesis tried his best but it wouldn't budge. Brad got a nice tight grip and started to tug on the tentacle. Slightly, Brad tugged on the tentacle some as it caused Nemesis a slight bit of pain. Wasn't painful but irritating. "STTTTTTTTTTTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSS!", yelled Nemesis, trying to retract his tentacle back inside some more.
But Brad wouldn't let go. Almost everybody, especially Nemesis picked on Brad. Picking on Brad this once again was a serious mistake for Nemesis. Quickly, Brad tugged on the tentacle much harder. Sharp pains started to shoot out throughout Nemmy's tentacle. It was similar to being placed in a painful armlock or an armbar submission. Tugging harder, Brad forced Nemesis to bend downwards.
With Nemesis' upper body bent downward, Brad took his chance to make Nemesis pay. "This is for smacking my ass repeatedly with your tentacle.", smashing his right knee against Nemesis' face. "This is for three months ago.", smashing it against Nemmy's face three more times. Brad kept on recalling other incidents then having his knee meet up with Nemesis face afterwards.
"MOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYY!", yelled Nemesis as he tried to yank free. But, it was futile for Nemesis to get himself free of Brad's grip. "Who's your daddy?", rhetorically asking as he continued to knee Nemesis in the face. "Say it! Who's your daddy?", asking again while punishing Nemesis some more. "STARRRRRRRRRRS!!!! (You are! You are!)", replied Nemesis as he was about to give into Brad.
"That's what I thought...", letting go of Nemesis' tentacle and approached back to his car. Holding his tentacle in pain, Nemesis fell to one knee and got enraged at Brad. Wanting to get a cheap shot, Nemesis quickly got up and charged at Brad. Hearing Nemesis loud foot steps, Brad stood his ground. A few seconds later, Nemesis stopped in his tracks. Looking down, he saw that Brad's elbow connected with his groin. That was the only disadvantage for Nemesis, people could low blow him easily.
Holding his groin in place, Nemesis fell to his knees and started to howl in pain. Leaving Nemesis be, Brad just walked back inside his car and drove off. Seconds later, a group comprising of Chris, Leon, Barry, Steve, Carlos, and Wesker stepped out. Each had a blunt object in their hands. Looking for Brad, all they could see was a bruised up Nemesis. "Shit...", said Carlos as he slowly dropped his bat to the ground.
This was Brad's last day working on the set of Resident Evil. Frankly, he was glad to leave the set. He really didn't like portraying the part of the chicken coward. For some reason, everybody else thought that he really was a chicken. Walking out of the STARS room, Brad was relieved to leave this behind him.
"Hey, chicken!!!", yelled Leon, who quickly walked after him.
Stopping in his tracks, Brad replied with a, "Yeah what, fruity ass?" That last reply insulted Leon who immediately placed his hand on Brad's shoulder, attempting to pull him back.
"Hey, you take that back Fuckers!", Leon replied as Brad quickly smacked his hand away. Caught off guard, the room went quiet. Everybody witnessed this courageous act by Brad Vickers, who now looked as if he really wasn't a chicken.
Shaking his head, Brad replied, "Look, this is just acting. Numbnuts...", and continued walking off. That seemed to piss Leon off who quickly rushed and got a tight grasp on Brad's upper right arm. Forcing Leon away from him, Brad quickly turned around in a 180 degree motion and executed a roundhouse kick to left side of Leon's head. The kick connected with Leon's cheek.
"Whoaaaaa......", slowly replied Chris, who just sat there in a daze. He was shocked to see what Brad was really capable of. Feeling Brad's kick, Leon felt like that he just got hit by a solid brick. Dazed, Leon slowly fell to the ground and stared up at the ceiling. He was seeing stars.
"You want stars, you got them...", Brad replied as he walked off from the set and then stopped. Turning around, "No pun intended..." and walked right off the set.
"Leon are you okay?", asked a concerned Claire, who quickly kneeled down by Leon.
All Leon could say was, "Uggggghhhhhhhhhhhh..."
Seconds later, Wesker entered the set with a cup of coffee in his right hand and looked down to see a knocked out Leon Scott Kennedy. "What the fuck just happened?", Wesker asked as he sipped his coffee.
Looking at Wesker, Jill responded with, "Leon got his ass handed to him by Brad..."
Not believing what Jill just said, he replied with, "What was that?"
"You heard me, Leon got whooped by Brad...", Jill said.
"No way...", said Wesker who kneeled down by Leon. Seeing Leon laying there with the lights knocked out of him, Wesker gave an evil grin. Inside, he wished for someone to smack Leon one. "Pretty boy ain't so pretty now...", he thought to himself.
"Check this out!", yelled Rebecca, who was holding a folder with Brad's file. Everybody except for Leon quickly rushed to take a look. Peering inside the file, everybody went wide eyed to read up on the real Brad Vickers. They couldn't believe it.
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Employee Type: Actor
Brad Vickers
Age- 26
Skills: Martial Artist
Styles:
Shotokan Karate- 3rd degree blackbelt, six time world Karate Champion, two time intercontinental Karate Champion, seven time US Karate Champion
Boxing- Middleweight, twelve wins- four losses-one draw
Muay Thai- Three World Titles
Military Muay Thai
San Shou- Two World Titles
Military San Shou
Judo- Blackbelt, four world titles
Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu- Blackbelt, three Pan-American Titles
Jeet Kune Do
Tae Kwon Do- 1st Degree Blackbelt
Wing Chun Kung Fu
Tai Chi Chuan
Aikido- Blackbelt
Employment:
Former martial arts instructor in Miami, Florida. Combat instructor for many police forces. Professional fighter. World Class Fighter.
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"Whoa...", Chris said to himself as he continued to read down Brad's file. Along were some photos taken of Brad.
"What a hunk...", Jill said as she feasted her eyes on a picture of Brad wearing nothing but black tight spandex trucks that said 'Full Contact Fighter'. His body was completely dripping in sweat.
"Wow...", Claire said to herself slowly. She never realized how good looking Brad was. The women were starting to feel stupid for making fun of Brad. Looking at the women oogling over Brad's pictures, the guys were starting to get extremely jealous about the situation.
Suddenly, with the exception of the unconscious Leon, the guys decided to huddle together and come up with a plan. "We have to kick Brad's ass...", Carlos said quietly. "I agree.", replied Wesker, as he adjusted his shades. Afterwards, Wesker went ahead and cracked his knuckles.
Meanwhile, Brad headed to his car but were stopped by three anti-Brad fanboys. Shaking his head, Brad just looked at the three fanboys. "Not this shit...", thinking to himself. "Hey chicken-dick!", yelled one of the fanboys as he approached Brad with a baseball bat. This would be a big mistake for the stupid fanboy as he quickly swung at Brad.
Stepping back some, Brad managed to avoid getting hit as the fanboy swung again and again. Wanting to end this as soon as possible, Brad quickly used both hands and grabbed the other end of the bat. Thrusting his left foot out and connecting with the fanboy's gut, Brad pushed the stupid boy away and took the bat. Spinning the bat once, Brad held it by the handle, Swiftly, Brad smacked the fanboy right upside the head with the steel bat. Dropping it, Brad approached his car and placed the key inside.
The two other fanboys decided to take their swing at Brad. "You got lucky, you dickless pussy.", said the other fanboy as he approached. Moving his body sideways, Brad shot his left leg out executing a powerful thrusting side kick that connected with the solar plexus.
"Waaahhhhhhhhhhhh!", cried the fanboy as he flew several feet back. Turning around, Brad stood there and watched as the third fanboy pissed himself and ran off. Shaking his head slowly, Brad whistled as he opened the door to his car. Stepping inside, Brad closed the door behind him and turned on the ignition.
"STAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!", yelled a familiar voice from behind.
Shaking his head slowly, Brad turned around. "Not this again...", shaking his head slowly as he looked up to face Nemesis. Stepping out of his car, Brad stood face to face. There was something different about Brad this time. To Nemesis' surprise, Brad didn't look scared nor did he look fazed at all. Hell, Brad wasn't even intimidated. Holding his left hand up, Nemesis slowly shot his tentacle out ready to impale Brad. As Nemesis attempted to shoot his tentacle outward some more, Brad quickly countered by grabbing it. "Nice try...", quickly wrapping the tentacles around his right arm and tugging on it with his left hand.
Attempting to retract his tentacle back, Nemesis tried his best but it wouldn't budge. Brad got a nice tight grip and started to tug on the tentacle. Slightly, Brad tugged on the tentacle some as it caused Nemesis a slight bit of pain. Wasn't painful but irritating. "STTTTTTTTTTTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSS!", yelled Nemesis, trying to retract his tentacle back inside some more.
But Brad wouldn't let go. Almost everybody, especially Nemesis picked on Brad. Picking on Brad this once again was a serious mistake for Nemesis. Quickly, Brad tugged on the tentacle much harder. Sharp pains started to shoot out throughout Nemmy's tentacle. It was similar to being placed in a painful armlock or an armbar submission. Tugging harder, Brad forced Nemesis to bend downwards.
With Nemesis' upper body bent downward, Brad took his chance to make Nemesis pay. "This is for smacking my ass repeatedly with your tentacle.", smashing his right knee against Nemesis' face. "This is for three months ago.", smashing it against Nemmy's face three more times. Brad kept on recalling other incidents then having his knee meet up with Nemesis face afterwards.
"MOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYY!", yelled Nemesis as he tried to yank free. But, it was futile for Nemesis to get himself free of Brad's grip. "Who's your daddy?", rhetorically asking as he continued to knee Nemesis in the face. "Say it! Who's your daddy?", asking again while punishing Nemesis some more. "STARRRRRRRRRRS!!!! (You are! You are!)", replied Nemesis as he was about to give into Brad.
"That's what I thought...", letting go of Nemesis' tentacle and approached back to his car. Holding his tentacle in pain, Nemesis fell to one knee and got enraged at Brad. Wanting to get a cheap shot, Nemesis quickly got up and charged at Brad. Hearing Nemesis loud foot steps, Brad stood his ground. A few seconds later, Nemesis stopped in his tracks. Looking down, he saw that Brad's elbow connected with his groin. That was the only disadvantage for Nemesis, people could low blow him easily.
Holding his groin in place, Nemesis fell to his knees and started to howl in pain. Leaving Nemesis be, Brad just walked back inside his car and drove off. Seconds later, a group comprising of Chris, Leon, Barry, Steve, Carlos, and Wesker stepped out. Each had a blunt object in their hands. Looking for Brad, all they could see was a bruised up Nemesis. "Shit...", said Carlos as he slowly dropped his bat to the ground.