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Scott

I was born in Atlanta, Georgia on November 16, 1982. I was my parents' first child, and unfortunately my mother died before any more came along. I was two when she passed, and I hardly remember it more than a few shadow memories. My dad did alright by me, raised me and loved me, but I lacked the soft touch of a woman, of a mom. We lived an insulated life, and in my dad's mind no one was ever going to take the place of the woman he'd loved and lost. To change things up completely, he pulled up stakes and moved us to Kentucky, and we managed. Sometimes we struggled, but we always got by.

I've always heard me described as an enigma, and I think my dad knew that more than anyone. Most of the time he didn't understand me. I was tough as nails, the first one into a fight, and the last man standing when it was over. But, I was a homo, and that part he just didn't understand. Not at first. See, I always knew it, there was never any confusion. Even when people, dad included, tried to tell me it wasn't right, I knew it was. Took him a long time to come to terms with it, but in the end he finally told me I was his son, and that was all that mattered. Guess he didn't want anything to come between me and him, and since I was so adamant he finally caved.

In high school I was on the wrestling team, and did all right at it. I was kind of a loner, so individual sports like wrestling were better for me. People told me I should go out for football, but it never interested me. After high school I took a few classes at the JC, but higher education and me didn't mix quite right. I liked learning, just not the rigid structure of school. When I dropped out I started hanging out at the gym. One thing lead to another, and before long I transitioned over to the local wrestling crew. Saturday night shows in front of a hundred rednecks fueled a need inside me, a need to shine. Maybe I was always searching for adulation, I don't know.

When I met Ryan I guess I fell head over heels for him. Things were different then, I was open and trusting, and he was flat out beautiful. And fun-loving. Hell, I could come up with a list of adjectives from now until next week to describe all the things I felt about him. I gushed it right out after the first night we hit the sack together. He laughed, and I thought it was endearing. Thought my life was set. There's a lot of different ways you can have your heart broken, and I try not to spend a lot of time thinking about it, but seeing him give it up for someone else, seeing it with my own eyes. Yeah, I don't want to go there anymore. After that, I locked away that part of my soul. I changed. For worse or better? Who the hell knows, I was just looking out for me.

Without the distraction of love, or whatever you want to call it, I put all my focus into my craft, my career. Once I did that it was an easy step from point A to point B, to the big leagues. Progressive Championship Wrestling was the last rung on the ladder. I made a name for myself, and I cemented my place in the company. In it for life. There were plenty of one-night stands down at the bar, I never wanted the distraction of having someone steady.

All that changed when I laid eyes on Bradley Fraser. Of course, in the beginning I just watched him. His easy manner, his charm, his sense of adventure, all that shone through. You only had to look at him and get under his spell. Tell you what, no one was more surprised than me when I decided I had to take him under my wing. And, I held him at arm's length for as long as I could. I sure as shit wasn't going to let anyone get under my skin again.

As time went on though I dropped my guard. Bradley began to worm his way into my life completely. Should have known from the beginning when I asked him to move in. I heard the alarm bells in my head, but I ignored them. I needed him. Not sure what the future holds for us, well I know what I want but I'm so used to locking that shit up I don't even admit it to myself. All I do know is this: Bradley and I fit together. We belong with each other.




This was the first. The bio of Brad will be next, but for some reason he's not as clear in my head as Scott was. I've got the bare bones of his bio, and maybe when I start writing it more will come.

If you have any questions for Scott you can leave them in comments and I'll see if I can get him to answer them. No promises though ;)