
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Cue dramatic slow-mo of Brett Lewis emerging from the radioactive haze of Art Dye Look who decided to show up after ghosting Week 1 like a Tinder date at a burn ward! The Inferno Reaper's back, and oh what's this - he's actually trying now? Mock gasp
From tag #32 to #15 in one round? That's not just improvement, that's a full-blown wasteland glow-up. Brett's performance was hotter than his bag tag's promethium tanks, scoring juuust above field average like a true post-apocalyptic middle manager. "But Flippy," you cry, "he only matched his personal average!" Honey, in Afterburn, survival is winning.
Dramatic zoom on wrist igniters Our pyromaniac hero clearly took "Scavenger Scramble" literally, because he just looted 17 ranks faster than a raider at a Walmart. Remember kids: in the wasteland, every +0.5 against the field is another step toward becoming Thunderdome royalty.
Fourth wall break God help me, I'm narrating disc golf like it's Fury Road. Sigh Anyway, Brett's thermal visor must've spotted some structural weakness in the competition, because this climb is more impressive than his OSHA compliance record.
Cue callback Still waiting for that Hot Ones episode, Jax. Until then, keep yeeting those fire discs and pretending this isn't just glorified tag math. Dramatic explosion