Post by Brandon Hendrix on Aug 19, 2021 13:47:41 GMT -5
"We silenced the sheep."
-*BANG BANG*
Sounds of loud banging echoes throughout the silence of the darkness surrounding the scenery, surrounding the unknown that awaits the future. As for now, the present brings us to a near empty gym, with only one male present inside the nearly blacked out building.
Jab after jab. Hook after hook. A strike of anger one after another. This all stops when the man stands still, watching the bag swing back and forth for a moment.-
Brandon: "... *Heavy breathing* "How long have you been standing there…. Teacher…"
-The man turns his head to his left shoulder as distant footsteps approaching him, getting closer by each five seconds that pass.-
?: "Long enough Brandon."
-The gloves come off and the man turns around. Brandon Hendrix watches the individual step closer to him.-
Brandon: "Why are you here? After what happened, wouldn't you want to seek revenge?"
?: "Revenge?'
-A light chuckle is heard.-
?: "Oh trust me kid. I've been through worse."
-Angelo and Brandon stand face to face for the first time in a long time, with their last known encounter happening after Winter Warfare 2020 when Brandon attacked Angelo after his retirement match. Brandon lets out a small chuckle himself.-
Brandon: "Is that so Caito?"
Angelo: "I was nearly murdered on live TV in a match based around Barbed Wire, so yes. I've been through worse. As for betrayals, I've been betrayed a lot in my life, so I expected it too. Hell, I wanted you to. You wanted to get out of my shadow. It's completely understandable, it really is because I didn't train you to be in my shadow Hendrix. I trained you to be in your own shadow, to create your own vortex in this company, and so far, I think you're doing a decent job."
-Brandon looks at Angelo with confusion.-
Brandon: "Decent? Who the fuck do you think you are? I'm making movies, I'm getting paid money half these so called vets dream of. I'm-"
Angelo: "Where's your title then?"
Brandon: "What?"
Angelo: "Where. Is. Your. Title. Then?"
Brandon: "It's coming soon Angelo. Where's yours?"
Angelo: "It's Coming soon."
Brandon: "And you're seeing that I'm correct."
Angelo: "One thing you will learn Brandon, is no matter how much you think you're correct, you're still wrong in many eyes."
-Angelo walks past Brandon and the punching bag towards the wall. He grabs a steel chair leaning against the wall and unfolds it, setting it on the floor before taking a seat.-
Angelo: "Bad knees. Anyway. You're going to be wrong in the eyes of the people because you're not following their protocol."
Brandon: "Their what?"
Angelo: "Their protocol. If it's not their way, if it's by someone they don't like, you're not going to win. And while you have people's respect and all that goody goody shit, you still have your enemies. And you still have people here who could screw you over without blinking an eye. Trust me, I know. I suffered for five years because of it."
Brandon: "I'm not you, so stop trying to put me in your shoes."
-Angelo stands up and the chair goes flying back.-
Angelo: "Not me?!?! You're more like me then you could ever know kid. We both started the same. Two men who walked in, immediately put a chip on their shoulders, thinking they can hold the weight of the world. I fell and was crushed because of it. You? I see your knees buckling under the pressure. You're becoming weak, and that's your biggest fear right now. Weakness in a company that doesn't accept it. You're young. You're in the peak of your career. Now, what did you call me so long ago? A… help me out here, a what?'
Brandon: "Bad… Influence."
-Angelo snaps his finger and points at Hendrix-
Angelo: "There it is. Bad Influence. You called me a bad Influence on your life when I haven't done anything wrong. Now tell me Brandon, what have I done wrong to you?"
Brandon: "Because I don't accept failure. I refuse to be a failure like… like…"
Angelo: "... Like me?"
-Angelo chuckles again as he bends over and picks up a jacket on the floor and tosses it to Brandon-
Angelo: "Let's go for a couple of drinks. On me."
-Brandon catches the jacket as he watches Angelo. He removes the tape from his wrists and hands before placing the jacket on. Angelo leads Brandon out of the gym and to his car.
The next sighting of Brandon and Angelo is at the local bar. Angelo ordered two shots of Jack Daniels and slid one over to Brandon. Both men tap the bottom of the shot glasses on the bar top before downing the shot-
Angelo: "Now, what is this I'm hearing about you continually calling out the World Champion?"
Brandon: "Yes I'm going for it. I'm going to win the Championship too, something you could never do."
Angelo: "Heh…. Sure."
Brandon: "What does that suppose to mean? You don't believe I can win either? First the roster now you?"
Angelo: "Oh contraire, I believe you are gifted and talented enough to win it. But let me tell you something about PH. PH is a popularity contest. They don't care how hard you worked or whatever, it comes down to who they like the most they want to win. I'm sure they like your opponents more than you."
Brandon: "Yeah? That's fucking retarded."
Angelo: "It's how the business is now and days. It's probably what's going to happen with your future title match. You got the look but nobody here believes in you enough to pull the trigger and award you the title."
Brandon: "Excuse me for standing up for me. Excuse me for being a man and not hiding with what I say like my opponents do. Excuse me for having balls which my opponents lack of. E-"
Angelo: "And excuse me for knowing you're fucked if you keep this up. I taught you damn well to-"
Brandon: "TEACH ME?!? WHAT THE FUCK?!? YOU TAUGHT ME A DAMN WRIST LOCK!...
….
Don't you sit there and try saying you taught me everything about this business or how to be a man. Fuck out of here."
Angelo: "Watch yourself boy. You think you were high and mighty with people watching your back but you're all by yourself here. I might be old and hurt now, but you know when I flip the switch, your ass will be beaten and left bloodied on this here floor. Now, you're a blue chipper, and ain't been one better since-"
Brandon: "Let me guess. You? Since we're on that, how long were you wrestling for before your big break? Years? My big break came shortly after training last year.". Hell the only person who brought success to your career was your best friend and look at him after he dipped on you. He did even better without your group. There's a difference with us. I earned my my opportunities-"
-Angelo chuckles again-
Angelo: "Oh I'm never hearing the end of that."
Brandon: "And a younger and better skilled men will win this Championship you failed to do."
Angelo: "Yeah… sure. Maxine! Bring the whole bottle this time! Add to my tab."
-A large bottle of Jack Daniels slides down the table into the hand of Angelo. And down the shots go.
Shot after shot after shot that runs down the throat of Caito and Hendrix. Moments pass as Brandon holds his head while Angelo is paying the bar server. He looks at Brandon and shakes his head-
Angelo: "Come on you fucking lightweight. Let's get you home."
Angelo: *Sluring words* "Hey fuck you! I'm no lightweight old man!"
Angelo: "Yeah yeah yeah."
-Angelo helps Brandon up and nearly has to drag him to the car-
Angelo: "You're going to lose to Mark Hunter."
-Brandon stops and looks at Angelo-
Brandon: "What did you say?"
Angelo: "You're going to lose to Mark H-"
-The force of the punch sends Caito down to the ground. He holds his face as Brandon drunkenly stares down at him-
Brandon: "Fuck you! Nobody is going to tell me I'm going to lose. I'm going to win! I have to win! I'm not going to end up like you! I'm not going to end up like Angelo Fuckin Caito! You understand me! I'm better than that! The Don doesn't lose! I'm not going to lose! Do I have to say it again?!?! I'M NOT GOING TO LOSE!"
-When Brandon was done screaming at the top of his lungs, Angelo smirks. He gets off the ground to his feet, keeping his eye on his drunk student-
Angelo: "Good. Now go prove me wrong."
-He opens the side door open for Brandon, who watches him breathing heavily. He wipes his fist on his jacket before entering the car. Angelo gets into the driver side and buckles up-
Angelo: "Go to Proving Ground and beat Mark Hunter. Then get the opportunity and win the World Championship. Go main event Proving Ground events like I know you're capable of doing. Don't say it, but go and do it."
Brandon: "..... I will. I will slaughter the Sheep…. And claim the GOAT status I was destined for…"
-Angelo nods as he starts his car and the two drive off into the darkness as the segment ends-
The setting is set again, but this go, it's different. No distractions, nothing messing with his mind: Brandon Hendrix is set on one thing: the former Grand Champion Mark Hunter. Biggest opportunity .of his Project Honor career comes the final show before Night Of Honor. This could be his last chance to make it to the biggest show in Project Honor history, or this could be what seals the deal and seal in him as a…. Nobody. Imagery of Brandon Hendrix from his first pay-per-view event shows, his face bloody and his body near unconscious on the floor.
"How it started the downfall…"
{Noticing that Brandon Hendrix looks to be out of it, Serrano Poblano starts to tea bag him doing some sort of Spicy Tea Bag hip swinging dance. It seems that Serrano is getting carried away with it as he starts to grind his ass all over the face of Brandon and lets out the spiciest of farts you’ll ever smell, hear, or in Brandon’s case taste}
"The peak of it."
{Only before he has the chance to do so, a hooded figure Chopblocks Brandon, sending him down to one knee. The hooded figure then walks around and Superkicks Brandon, the sound of the Superkick sounds sickening as Brandon falls to the floor. The hooded figure helps Serrano Poblano out by taking the chair off of him and throws it into the ring out of harm's way. The hooded figure then sits Serrano up against the steel steps before tapping him on the shoulder.
As the hooded figure walks off, he looks down at Brandon and just shakes his head. The hooded figure walks with their head down so no one can see who they are as they walk up the ramp to the top of it. Once up at the top of the ramp, the hooded figure stops and turns to face the ring. After a few seconds, the arena goes black before the lights come back on to see Mark Hunter standing at the top of the ramp. A grin on the face of Mark Hunter, who holds his arms up to the cheers of the fans before heading backstage}
"And what can save me. Mark Hunter, you stepping into my path saved me in a way. Beforehand, I lost to little Petey in a tag match, I lost a title match because I couldn't fight off unconsciousness, and that slob rubbing his disgusting body parts against my beautiful face. But you, you saved me some. Because now I have my motivation back. Former Grand Champion gracing me by turning his attention to me and now giving me what could be my legitimate make it or break it opportunity in this company by the world seeing "The Straight Shooter" in a gunfight with "The Don". You see Mark, I give you props on many of things: your talent, won you a World Championship. Your ability to speak, because I've seen some people who are at the top of the roster fall to you in a battle on the stick. And your passion for this business, because in a business where passion is far and gone by many, you're one of the people who I see with the most of it."
"Me? Unfortunately while I don't win, but I make sure I get known either in loss or victory because I aim to release the dominance and punishment I have ready to finally be released. My passion was dead and gone the moment I failed in that Warrior Rising Championship match up. But this match is bringing it back. Unfortunately, this is where the compliments end: because we know what wins these types of battles and what turns on the nerds that run this operation: insults. So what could I possibly insult you on?"
"I could insult your height, calling you a vanilla midget in every way shape and form with your small frame self. I could make fun of your weight. Two hundred and eleven pounds soaking wet and say "oh you need a cheeseburger in your life to match up to me", no. That's not what we're doing. Those insults in a big guy vs little are like cowgirl position: everyone thinks it's so great until it happens to yourself. I ain't about that unoriginal system that doesn't work."
"Let's talk about a match you cared about: Mark Hunter losing the Grand Championship to Lil Petey. Yeah go ahead, talk about how I lost a tag match to him, I really don't give a shit because what I lost in that match meant nothing to what you did. You see, I lost wrestling passion, you lost everything you worked hard for in that one match. Then as soon as you reclaim it, you lost it to someone who is so popular, he was ripped off and horribly used somewhere else. Since then, you must of been trying your absolute best to avoid that known drop in care for someone who was at top. You tried for a Legacy Championship opportunity immediately after losing the Grand Championship and you failed. You gained success from beating fucking SERRANO POBLANO! And you only beat Cadillac Jackson not because of the skill you contain but because he was distracted, only to be massacred right after. But hell, Indy Darling must still find some big time value in you because he used you to send a shot to Fallout."
"The FACE OF PROVING GROUND! The… help me out, what he call you? His shows "heartbeat"? Heh, let me ask you something Mark, what happens to heartbeats? They beat with life for so long, with that heartbeat starting February Twenty Sixth, Two Thousand and Twenty One and you main evented main evented show after show! And when you finally put that Championship on the line during your one hundred and fourteen day reign, you got pinned and lost. But of course, you kept your title because of the system that Indy Darling has placed. Elsewhere, you wouldn't be protected like that and you would of left that ring without your Championship. Protected by the system that Proving Ground management set up, you decided to lay your hands on me."
The pictures now show Mark Hunter Superkicking Brandon Hendrix, then goes Brandon Hendrix, on his feet, staring a hole into the soul of a smiling Mark Hunter.
"He's not protecting you from me. He's not protecting you from.. me. Let me tell you about me: I'm Brandon Hendrix. I stand six foot six inches, weigh in at two hundred and thirty seven pounds, and at twenty three years old, I have forced the world to fall and pray to my hands with what I've done in this ring. Royal Rumble match, I broken someone's neck and didn't look back on it. I smashed dreams of those who thought I would crumble under the pressure, that thought my heart would beat it's final beat this ring. I crushed beliefs that this muscle head is just all looks but no talent when I outperformed their absolute top dogs, and when i brought their worst performer and brought him to one of the best matches that year. So don't get it twisted Hunter, when you look at the muscles and my previous performance, you will underestimate me, and that will be the nail in the coffin."
"And what a hit of that nail it will be. Your relevance will be gone. Your Grand Championship win against Dickhead Dickie wouldn't matter like your opponent doesn't. Everything you done after our match would be meaningless, at least, in your eyes, and probably the eyes of many others. They'll be wondering if Mark Hunter is that guy when he losses to me. How all your shit behind those curtains have awaken the beast that remains inside this near dead body. That you're going to lose to a guy who can't even turn to another wrestling promotion without seeing his name ran into the mud because of the toxicity there. Yeah, you think anything you will come out and say will hit me, but have people you were best friends with wish that you died, wishing that your heart fails, hell, even have the second in charge there going as far to threaten me to use my life taking condition and use it for a fucking promo when only her and a few others knew inside that office so don't sit there and think your little pins and needles jabs will take effect on the bullshit I've dealt with."
"This isn't you playing in the kiddie pool with a child, I threw myself into the shark tank and I survived! Now, I'm officially throwing myself into the shark tank here, and guess what, I will survive Mark Hunter. I will survive against you. I will fight and fight against this thirty five year old veteran and send his ass back to reality that one day, you're going to be taken behind that barn, and in terms with Old Yeller, someone is going to place that shotgun to the back of your dome and send you to retirement. I don't even have to be the one, but when it happens, the old dogs go extinct while the new dogs roam the field and claim OUR territory."
"You guys want the Brandon Hendrix that cares, that is what he claims he is but you aren't ready for it. Y'all aren't. It's the truth. But, just for you all, allow me to show you a glimpse into that."
The pictures burn out before the lights shuts off. A slight chuckle is heard in the darkness before silence fill the setting before it fades out.
"When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses."- JFK
"What a beautiful quote by former President, John Fitzgerald Kennedy. However, he's wrong about power. Power isn't corruption. It's the meaning of deception. You believe power is corruption, arrogance, a war of people fighting for that power, but it isn't. It's everything we people are based on. Power is sensational to have. It riggers on through all of your minds that you want to feel powerful. None of you will have power. None of you. Me, however, I'm built different than most. I'm a breed of a man who has the power, and that's to be shown at Proving Ground XXII.
You had your chance to be the big guy of this brand, but under the pressure of keeping your title you failed. You throw beating all these big names, these names more important than mine in this company, but the weight would hit me more if those were title defenses. "Oh my God Brandon at least he won a title". Yeah, it's great to be pushed right out of the gate, isn't it Mark? It's absolutely great to be loved by management while hard workers have to scratch and claw but when seen as a threat, they suffer loss after loss until they don't look credible enough in the eyes of fans and critics alive because of fuckng Indy Darling. So Indy Darling go fuck yourself."
"Mark, you're going to be told something that you probably haven't been told before: despite your talent in this ring, nobody tunes in to see you. Yeah sure, put you on a poster with other talents and some people would go "oh look it's Mark, but look at Ozymandias!" You're that kinda guy. I've been put on posters and people buy it just for me. I am THAT guy that you never were: a profit to a company. You were Champion! You were in the main events! But the moment that it comes time to put up or shut up, you shut up twice in short fashion. You got pinned by Lil Petey to lose your title but saved of embarrassment by pussy boy Indy Darling. Then you were embarrassed in that triple threat match with Petey and Ozymandias. And ever since then you've been an embarrassment. Been a fucking embarrassment. You fucking failed again when you lost that Legacy Championship opportunity match. You want to say I was nearly beaten by Serrano Poblano, but you are a millisecond away from getting pinned one..two...three. And I plan to add on to that embarrassment when I pin you one..two..three. Oh don't worry, I will put a show on because that's what I do better than anyone else in the world, but it ends with me pinning you one..two..three. In your last little promo, you talked about truth, pain, and control."
"I am in control. I control the pace and tempo of the match. You Mark, you will only have one thing you will be able to control is when your body gives up during our match, if you want to quit or continue trying your hardest to want the will to fight more. I will bring pain that put men in retirement. Ask the guy I put into a wheelchair earlier this year, why? Because he was simply a waste of space that was in my ring. And truth is well… truth is scary, isn't it? The truth that you will be absolutely nothing except the answer to a wrestling trivia question: who did Brandon Hendrix showcase his superior skills upon to reach the main event scene where I belong."
"Maybe we should talk about this "Heartbeat" shall we Markus? Multiple different meanings all together for you: exhibit A by Indy Darling himself."
INDY DARLING: "DeMarco… Anything you have to say to the heartbeat of my damn show, you can say in front of me."
"His shows heartbeat! How sweet of him to label you that right? The heartbeat of a brand, but when I cut that heartbeat off, what happens then? We find another pulse to latch onto to replace yours. Or…. Exhibit B: Hello Jelena."
"Jelena Martyn. Mark's one love and heartbeat. Staying at The DoubleTree Hotel on 2050 Gateway Pl, San Jose at the time, you get a call from her, and the sound of worry on her voice Markus, the sound of worry for you. Let me tell you a story. A group of people went walking on ice, trying to explore and search for seals, or whatever they can find. Then, the ice breaks in and this man and woman fell through, the group unable to find them. With the fear of Hypothermia, they got close together, cuddling each other to keep warm. A man used some kind of tool to track heartbeats and only saw one. With figuring one died, they rushed to save the one that lived. When they got there, the group not only realized that both the man and woman were alive, but their heartbeat was in sync. In a case like that, it sounds magical, right? Unfortunately, you're never going to experience that magic, because when I cut your heartbeat off, what comes of Jelena? What comes of your unborn children? What comes of Sophie and Alexa?"
A loud "Tisk tisk tisk" is heard from the darkness.
"You're a parasite. A blood sucking parasite that's now trying to dry out the younger guys because you know soon enough, your straight shooting days are reaching the end of the clip homie."
"Wasn't expecting me to actually do all this? Maybe you thought I would be lazy, didn't you? Wasn't expecting me to watch your first segment Mr. "I Deserve Better Than This?". “The time that Mark Hunter is recognised as the standard bearer in Project Honor is here, fight it at your peril!” God what a fucking joke. For a man who called himself Project Honor's Most Dangerous Hunter, you failed at capturing the big picture at first. How you faced two people who haven't been seen and one who is over as a fucking stabby cunt. But of them all, you cried and cried and cried and whined about a match type. You're going to do the same because facing me will feel like a death match. Maybe when you crawl out of the ring and "die in the shadows" and went on to face another edgy cunt who couldn't hang no more."
"Now, don't take this personally, chump, this ass kicking will be strictly business. Now I'm sure you already picked yourself as the clear cut winner, which defines the lack of intelligence, but also egotistical. Sure, I can lay claim to an ego, hell, I call myself The Don, but that's where your demise starts. It starts with the "loud ignorance" you decided to show. Oh hell, just don't "cheat" me out of this win now, cause then I'd have to feel like Jelena. Wow, looky at what I watched, huh? The MAN of Proving Ground…. With his knees glued to the floor begging. "Oh this is bullshit!" The only bullshit I saw was your tears flowing more for a tag match than your girl wanting you to fuck off. But hey, the Hunt was on right? The hunt for some other girls coochie. Ya know what, I should've expected that previously you had "no respect and no class" to anyone because looking back at you then, you were no different than what I was back then. But… "How often have I said to you that when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth?" One of my favorite Sherlock Holmes quotes since you brought his name up a lot. You brought up "The Adventure Of The Final Problem", a great read with a great ending. You mentioned that Holmes had to kill himself to beat the villain, and you referred to Dickie as needing to do the same. Six months later, you took his role and now you will end up killing yourself on the inside to defeat me, but there is both of us going or none of us at all. This story ends with your failure, an alternate ending to your story."
"After the match, when you're "feeling ropey", you will definitely respect my anger, my drive, my fury, my determination, and my will. When I don't surrender to your number one hit, you will respect me then. I've waited too long for an opportunity at a top guy, and you're THAT guy. THAT guy who was protected from me because it was known when I faced someone I could use as a stepping stone into greatness, that person fades. The chance for me to clarify my name and cement myself into history, and a chance for me to portray Markus Hunter for what he really is made for in August of twenty twenty one, someone who is to be squashed and placed on a stretcher for the message to be heard. Can call me a liar and say it won't happen, but we know it's destiny for me to maul you alive in front of your love ones, in front of your peers, those who are here because of you. When the audible gasp is heard after each strike against your cranium, you will realize that I was the truth. And when you lay inside that hospital bed, I'll leave you with "the present" of a lifetime. Your family in tears by your bedside. A wake up call that YOU'RE REPLACED BY ME AS THE MAN! I will go to that limit to get my legacy started, hell I'd put your family in hospital beds beside you so you'd fully get the fucking point. And you will hate me for it, but then, you'll understand why. Why I did it… and when you do, you can then sit home and enjoy your time being a daddy to two little boys and never have to worry about being in that pain and situation again. That your absolute best isn't good enough, and that Brandon Hendrix is better than YOU!"
Unaired footage:
*Knock Knock Knock*
The echoes ring through the halls until a loud groan can be heard. Footsteps from the upper floor approach the staircase. A yell of "I'M COMING I'M COMING" echoes throughout the silence hallways as someone walks down the staircase. The door opens up, with Brandon Hendrix standing at the doorway.
Brandon: "Hello… it's been a long time… pops. May I come in?"
"Brandon? Um… yeah sure son. Come on in… how did yo-"
Brandon: "Mom. She told me you sent her a card recently. Showed me the address."
Brandon enters the house to which his father shows him towards the living room. It was twelve in the morning but Brandon didn't care. The two sit down on the couch.
"You um… want anything to drink?"
Brandon: "Let's cut the bullshit pops. Why did you… why did you cheat on my mom?"
".... how did you find out?"
Brandon: "Oh kinda comes up when your son goes out to the studio to cut a promo after inviting my mother there to spend quality time with and for her to say "9h jee son glad you're against cheating. I just wish your father was". What the FUCK pops?!?"
"Hey! I know what I did was bad, but I'm still your father and you will show me respect!"
Brandon: "FUCK YOUR RESPECT!"
Brandon stands up from the couch quickly and paces over to the window.
Brandon: "Fuck… your respect."
"Anthony look."
Brandon looks over at his father then back, having not been called that in years. His father stands up and slowly walks over to him.
"Look, I ain't proud I did it, but I can't go back in time to change it. Your mother forgave me, but why can't you?"
Brandon: "..... because you are making me seem like a hypocrite. I'm over bashing Mark Fucking Hunter for it and come to find out it goes on in my family too! So no, I can't forgive you yet."
"This really all about your fight with this Mark Hunter person? You are still selfish to this da-"
*BAM!*
Brandon's father goes down as Brandon holds his hand.
Brandon: "YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT IT'S ABOUT THIS MATCH! THIS IS EVERYTHING MY CAREER IS SET TO BE!"
"........"
Brandon: "You don't understand pops. I'm no longer the boy you were used to seeing, as I've grown up to hate every human being. And this hate is what fuels me every single time I see some pissant like Mark Hunter go and spill his insides with negativity on MY name! Not the name of… "Anthony"... As far as things are concerned…. Anthony is DEAD! He is no longer who I am Pops! I am BRANDON…
FUCKING…
HENDRIX!"
"And if you can't handle that… then you can join every single person who hates me and go fuck yourselves."
Brandon looks down at his father, who's still on the ground from being jaw jacked a moment ago. Brandon shakes his head at the sight before leaving the house.
Aired Footage:
The Project: Honor YouTube channel uploads a video named "The Hunter Becomes The Prey". The setting is set at a warehouse, where inside is a ring, and inside the ring is Brandon Hendrix and an unknown individual whom seems to be a sparring partner for Brandon. Spears, Superman Elbow Strikes, different type of submissions, resulting in the sparring opponent to tap each time. Shortly after, Brandon is left alone, sitting in the middle of the ring, staring into camera. Determined, focused, and anger. Embarrassed by Serrano and then Mark Hunter, but more so by the Chopblock and Superkick Hunter gave him.
"Eleven wins, five losses. Impressive somewhat. It's impressive that your only one on one loss was to Elena DeDraca. That's not the loss I want to talk about however. Let me talk about a loss once upon a time to a person by the name of Lance Williams. Because when you have "friends in low places", it forces you to change. It forces you to go from "the old Mark Hunter" to the "new Mark Hunter" who respects you so much and doesn't take anything lightly! Yay oh freaking yay! Apparently that New Mark Hunter had a shorter reign than Shawn Warstein Legacy Championship run because when things were put in "perspectives" for you, that old you came back fast, kinda like it was never gone. Hell, I think I know why Indy's lips haven't left your ass, because after Proving Ground: Public Execution, after his loss to you, it made him biased on you. And not in a negative way, but in a way you keep you safe until he figured you didn't need that Grand Championship."
"He won't be able to save you this time. Because when I make you hit your "shatter point", I'll be "bringing down the rain" of tears from your many of fans then I "let there be light" as I will be the solution. And this won't be no "Alpha vs Beta", but the howling you hear is the failure being brought down on you. You will understand that you're just a runt compared to the big dog that controls this brand. You see when I joined, you looked at me with the same disrespect in your eyes that you have to this day, and I shrugged it off, but doing that allowed you to catch me slipping, but that was a once in a million years deal right there. Now, I'm going to beat your ass in Maebashi, Japan. After my victory, I'm going to sit on the barricade in the Yamada Green Dome, seeing your lifeless body laying in the middle of the ring, just for you, I'll look into the camera…."
Brandon Hendrix then kisses his hand and blows the kiss at the camera.
"I'll give Jelena and your two sons a kiss goodbye. Because "mercy is for the weak" Markus. And it's slowly sinking in for you. Fear. Fear is reaching up your veins and will strike you dead in your core. This isn't Elena DeDraca, Lance Williams, Indy Darling, and especially not Lil Petey. You don't know my name well enough, well allow me to introduce myself to even better. I'm Brandon Hendrix. I'm a high school jock who turned into a professional wrestler and changed the game. You want to know who I am? Go look at my former company and see what the corruption there in takes. See how their boss would threaten someone with a heart condition backstage, or how people who had power there threaten to have me gone from the company in whole, all just because they were in their feelings. Hell Mark, I'll even send you to some people to ask about me. Ask them how upset they got when I showed our Grand Champion he had a twin over there without knowing. How I'm absolute trash and never been good at anything. Actually Mark, you should work there, because you and that company have a lot in common, I think you're both jack offs."
"Mark Hunter, the time for talking is done for me. I said all I can about you. Now, it's time to show why I pushed my hype out when I came to Project Honor. This won't be a wrestling match, but this will be a fight… a fight that I cannot lose. If I lose, what's left for me to do to get my recognition? I need to win, and because I need to win, is so I can stand here, and look the Grand Champion, wither that be Cadillac Jackson or Ozymandias in the eyes after their match and challenge them for the Grand Championship. That's why you will fall to me in Japan Hunter. It's not if you will lose…. It's when you lose."
"Normally, I'd say you will praise me, but what I will leave behind of you, there won't be any of you to give praise to me. See you August Twenty Seventh Mark, and go fuck yourself."
Brandon's face that was stone cold focused turns into a slight grin as the camera backs up from him. Brandon is definitely ready for the biggest match of his Project Honor career, will it be the win he needs to catapult himself to higher rankings? Or will he crash and burn once again?
-*BANG BANG*
Sounds of loud banging echoes throughout the silence of the darkness surrounding the scenery, surrounding the unknown that awaits the future. As for now, the present brings us to a near empty gym, with only one male present inside the nearly blacked out building.
Jab after jab. Hook after hook. A strike of anger one after another. This all stops when the man stands still, watching the bag swing back and forth for a moment.-
Brandon: "... *Heavy breathing* "How long have you been standing there…. Teacher…"
-The man turns his head to his left shoulder as distant footsteps approaching him, getting closer by each five seconds that pass.-
?: "Long enough Brandon."
-The gloves come off and the man turns around. Brandon Hendrix watches the individual step closer to him.-
Brandon: "Why are you here? After what happened, wouldn't you want to seek revenge?"
?: "Revenge?'
-A light chuckle is heard.-
?: "Oh trust me kid. I've been through worse."
-Angelo and Brandon stand face to face for the first time in a long time, with their last known encounter happening after Winter Warfare 2020 when Brandon attacked Angelo after his retirement match. Brandon lets out a small chuckle himself.-
Brandon: "Is that so Caito?"
Angelo: "I was nearly murdered on live TV in a match based around Barbed Wire, so yes. I've been through worse. As for betrayals, I've been betrayed a lot in my life, so I expected it too. Hell, I wanted you to. You wanted to get out of my shadow. It's completely understandable, it really is because I didn't train you to be in my shadow Hendrix. I trained you to be in your own shadow, to create your own vortex in this company, and so far, I think you're doing a decent job."
-Brandon looks at Angelo with confusion.-
Brandon: "Decent? Who the fuck do you think you are? I'm making movies, I'm getting paid money half these so called vets dream of. I'm-"
Angelo: "Where's your title then?"
Brandon: "What?"
Angelo: "Where. Is. Your. Title. Then?"
Brandon: "It's coming soon Angelo. Where's yours?"
Angelo: "It's Coming soon."
Brandon: "And you're seeing that I'm correct."
Angelo: "One thing you will learn Brandon, is no matter how much you think you're correct, you're still wrong in many eyes."
-Angelo walks past Brandon and the punching bag towards the wall. He grabs a steel chair leaning against the wall and unfolds it, setting it on the floor before taking a seat.-
Angelo: "Bad knees. Anyway. You're going to be wrong in the eyes of the people because you're not following their protocol."
Brandon: "Their what?"
Angelo: "Their protocol. If it's not their way, if it's by someone they don't like, you're not going to win. And while you have people's respect and all that goody goody shit, you still have your enemies. And you still have people here who could screw you over without blinking an eye. Trust me, I know. I suffered for five years because of it."
Brandon: "I'm not you, so stop trying to put me in your shoes."
-Angelo stands up and the chair goes flying back.-
Angelo: "Not me?!?! You're more like me then you could ever know kid. We both started the same. Two men who walked in, immediately put a chip on their shoulders, thinking they can hold the weight of the world. I fell and was crushed because of it. You? I see your knees buckling under the pressure. You're becoming weak, and that's your biggest fear right now. Weakness in a company that doesn't accept it. You're young. You're in the peak of your career. Now, what did you call me so long ago? A… help me out here, a what?'
Brandon: "Bad… Influence."
-Angelo snaps his finger and points at Hendrix-
Angelo: "There it is. Bad Influence. You called me a bad Influence on your life when I haven't done anything wrong. Now tell me Brandon, what have I done wrong to you?"
Brandon: "Because I don't accept failure. I refuse to be a failure like… like…"
Angelo: "... Like me?"
-Angelo chuckles again as he bends over and picks up a jacket on the floor and tosses it to Brandon-
Angelo: "Let's go for a couple of drinks. On me."
-Brandon catches the jacket as he watches Angelo. He removes the tape from his wrists and hands before placing the jacket on. Angelo leads Brandon out of the gym and to his car.
The next sighting of Brandon and Angelo is at the local bar. Angelo ordered two shots of Jack Daniels and slid one over to Brandon. Both men tap the bottom of the shot glasses on the bar top before downing the shot-
Angelo: "Now, what is this I'm hearing about you continually calling out the World Champion?"
Brandon: "Yes I'm going for it. I'm going to win the Championship too, something you could never do."
Angelo: "Heh…. Sure."
Brandon: "What does that suppose to mean? You don't believe I can win either? First the roster now you?"
Angelo: "Oh contraire, I believe you are gifted and talented enough to win it. But let me tell you something about PH. PH is a popularity contest. They don't care how hard you worked or whatever, it comes down to who they like the most they want to win. I'm sure they like your opponents more than you."
Brandon: "Yeah? That's fucking retarded."
Angelo: "It's how the business is now and days. It's probably what's going to happen with your future title match. You got the look but nobody here believes in you enough to pull the trigger and award you the title."
Brandon: "Excuse me for standing up for me. Excuse me for being a man and not hiding with what I say like my opponents do. Excuse me for having balls which my opponents lack of. E-"
Angelo: "And excuse me for knowing you're fucked if you keep this up. I taught you damn well to-"
Brandon: "TEACH ME?!? WHAT THE FUCK?!? YOU TAUGHT ME A DAMN WRIST LOCK!...
….
Don't you sit there and try saying you taught me everything about this business or how to be a man. Fuck out of here."
Angelo: "Watch yourself boy. You think you were high and mighty with people watching your back but you're all by yourself here. I might be old and hurt now, but you know when I flip the switch, your ass will be beaten and left bloodied on this here floor. Now, you're a blue chipper, and ain't been one better since-"
Brandon: "Let me guess. You? Since we're on that, how long were you wrestling for before your big break? Years? My big break came shortly after training last year.". Hell the only person who brought success to your career was your best friend and look at him after he dipped on you. He did even better without your group. There's a difference with us. I earned my my opportunities-"
-Angelo chuckles again-
Angelo: "Oh I'm never hearing the end of that."
Brandon: "And a younger and better skilled men will win this Championship you failed to do."
Angelo: "Yeah… sure. Maxine! Bring the whole bottle this time! Add to my tab."
-A large bottle of Jack Daniels slides down the table into the hand of Angelo. And down the shots go.
Shot after shot after shot that runs down the throat of Caito and Hendrix. Moments pass as Brandon holds his head while Angelo is paying the bar server. He looks at Brandon and shakes his head-
Angelo: "Come on you fucking lightweight. Let's get you home."
Angelo: *Sluring words* "Hey fuck you! I'm no lightweight old man!"
Angelo: "Yeah yeah yeah."
-Angelo helps Brandon up and nearly has to drag him to the car-
Angelo: "You're going to lose to Mark Hunter."
-Brandon stops and looks at Angelo-
Brandon: "What did you say?"
Angelo: "You're going to lose to Mark H-"
-The force of the punch sends Caito down to the ground. He holds his face as Brandon drunkenly stares down at him-
Brandon: "Fuck you! Nobody is going to tell me I'm going to lose. I'm going to win! I have to win! I'm not going to end up like you! I'm not going to end up like Angelo Fuckin Caito! You understand me! I'm better than that! The Don doesn't lose! I'm not going to lose! Do I have to say it again?!?! I'M NOT GOING TO LOSE!"
-When Brandon was done screaming at the top of his lungs, Angelo smirks. He gets off the ground to his feet, keeping his eye on his drunk student-
Angelo: "Good. Now go prove me wrong."
-He opens the side door open for Brandon, who watches him breathing heavily. He wipes his fist on his jacket before entering the car. Angelo gets into the driver side and buckles up-
Angelo: "Go to Proving Ground and beat Mark Hunter. Then get the opportunity and win the World Championship. Go main event Proving Ground events like I know you're capable of doing. Don't say it, but go and do it."
Brandon: "..... I will. I will slaughter the Sheep…. And claim the GOAT status I was destined for…"
-Angelo nods as he starts his car and the two drive off into the darkness as the segment ends-
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"How it started the downfall…"
{Noticing that Brandon Hendrix looks to be out of it, Serrano Poblano starts to tea bag him doing some sort of Spicy Tea Bag hip swinging dance. It seems that Serrano is getting carried away with it as he starts to grind his ass all over the face of Brandon and lets out the spiciest of farts you’ll ever smell, hear, or in Brandon’s case taste}
"The peak of it."
{Only before he has the chance to do so, a hooded figure Chopblocks Brandon, sending him down to one knee. The hooded figure then walks around and Superkicks Brandon, the sound of the Superkick sounds sickening as Brandon falls to the floor. The hooded figure helps Serrano Poblano out by taking the chair off of him and throws it into the ring out of harm's way. The hooded figure then sits Serrano up against the steel steps before tapping him on the shoulder.
As the hooded figure walks off, he looks down at Brandon and just shakes his head. The hooded figure walks with their head down so no one can see who they are as they walk up the ramp to the top of it. Once up at the top of the ramp, the hooded figure stops and turns to face the ring. After a few seconds, the arena goes black before the lights come back on to see Mark Hunter standing at the top of the ramp. A grin on the face of Mark Hunter, who holds his arms up to the cheers of the fans before heading backstage}
"And what can save me. Mark Hunter, you stepping into my path saved me in a way. Beforehand, I lost to little Petey in a tag match, I lost a title match because I couldn't fight off unconsciousness, and that slob rubbing his disgusting body parts against my beautiful face. But you, you saved me some. Because now I have my motivation back. Former Grand Champion gracing me by turning his attention to me and now giving me what could be my legitimate make it or break it opportunity in this company by the world seeing "The Straight Shooter" in a gunfight with "The Don". You see Mark, I give you props on many of things: your talent, won you a World Championship. Your ability to speak, because I've seen some people who are at the top of the roster fall to you in a battle on the stick. And your passion for this business, because in a business where passion is far and gone by many, you're one of the people who I see with the most of it."
"Me? Unfortunately while I don't win, but I make sure I get known either in loss or victory because I aim to release the dominance and punishment I have ready to finally be released. My passion was dead and gone the moment I failed in that Warrior Rising Championship match up. But this match is bringing it back. Unfortunately, this is where the compliments end: because we know what wins these types of battles and what turns on the nerds that run this operation: insults. So what could I possibly insult you on?"
"I could insult your height, calling you a vanilla midget in every way shape and form with your small frame self. I could make fun of your weight. Two hundred and eleven pounds soaking wet and say "oh you need a cheeseburger in your life to match up to me", no. That's not what we're doing. Those insults in a big guy vs little are like cowgirl position: everyone thinks it's so great until it happens to yourself. I ain't about that unoriginal system that doesn't work."
"Let's talk about a match you cared about: Mark Hunter losing the Grand Championship to Lil Petey. Yeah go ahead, talk about how I lost a tag match to him, I really don't give a shit because what I lost in that match meant nothing to what you did. You see, I lost wrestling passion, you lost everything you worked hard for in that one match. Then as soon as you reclaim it, you lost it to someone who is so popular, he was ripped off and horribly used somewhere else. Since then, you must of been trying your absolute best to avoid that known drop in care for someone who was at top. You tried for a Legacy Championship opportunity immediately after losing the Grand Championship and you failed. You gained success from beating fucking SERRANO POBLANO! And you only beat Cadillac Jackson not because of the skill you contain but because he was distracted, only to be massacred right after. But hell, Indy Darling must still find some big time value in you because he used you to send a shot to Fallout."
"The FACE OF PROVING GROUND! The… help me out, what he call you? His shows "heartbeat"? Heh, let me ask you something Mark, what happens to heartbeats? They beat with life for so long, with that heartbeat starting February Twenty Sixth, Two Thousand and Twenty One and you main evented main evented show after show! And when you finally put that Championship on the line during your one hundred and fourteen day reign, you got pinned and lost. But of course, you kept your title because of the system that Indy Darling has placed. Elsewhere, you wouldn't be protected like that and you would of left that ring without your Championship. Protected by the system that Proving Ground management set up, you decided to lay your hands on me."
The pictures now show Mark Hunter Superkicking Brandon Hendrix, then goes Brandon Hendrix, on his feet, staring a hole into the soul of a smiling Mark Hunter.
"He's not protecting you from me. He's not protecting you from.. me. Let me tell you about me: I'm Brandon Hendrix. I stand six foot six inches, weigh in at two hundred and thirty seven pounds, and at twenty three years old, I have forced the world to fall and pray to my hands with what I've done in this ring. Royal Rumble match, I broken someone's neck and didn't look back on it. I smashed dreams of those who thought I would crumble under the pressure, that thought my heart would beat it's final beat this ring. I crushed beliefs that this muscle head is just all looks but no talent when I outperformed their absolute top dogs, and when i brought their worst performer and brought him to one of the best matches that year. So don't get it twisted Hunter, when you look at the muscles and my previous performance, you will underestimate me, and that will be the nail in the coffin."
"And what a hit of that nail it will be. Your relevance will be gone. Your Grand Championship win against Dickhead Dickie wouldn't matter like your opponent doesn't. Everything you done after our match would be meaningless, at least, in your eyes, and probably the eyes of many others. They'll be wondering if Mark Hunter is that guy when he losses to me. How all your shit behind those curtains have awaken the beast that remains inside this near dead body. That you're going to lose to a guy who can't even turn to another wrestling promotion without seeing his name ran into the mud because of the toxicity there. Yeah, you think anything you will come out and say will hit me, but have people you were best friends with wish that you died, wishing that your heart fails, hell, even have the second in charge there going as far to threaten me to use my life taking condition and use it for a fucking promo when only her and a few others knew inside that office so don't sit there and think your little pins and needles jabs will take effect on the bullshit I've dealt with."
"This isn't you playing in the kiddie pool with a child, I threw myself into the shark tank and I survived! Now, I'm officially throwing myself into the shark tank here, and guess what, I will survive Mark Hunter. I will survive against you. I will fight and fight against this thirty five year old veteran and send his ass back to reality that one day, you're going to be taken behind that barn, and in terms with Old Yeller, someone is going to place that shotgun to the back of your dome and send you to retirement. I don't even have to be the one, but when it happens, the old dogs go extinct while the new dogs roam the field and claim OUR territory."
"You guys want the Brandon Hendrix that cares, that is what he claims he is but you aren't ready for it. Y'all aren't. It's the truth. But, just for you all, allow me to show you a glimpse into that."
The pictures burn out before the lights shuts off. A slight chuckle is heard in the darkness before silence fill the setting before it fades out.
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"When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses."- JFK
"What a beautiful quote by former President, John Fitzgerald Kennedy. However, he's wrong about power. Power isn't corruption. It's the meaning of deception. You believe power is corruption, arrogance, a war of people fighting for that power, but it isn't. It's everything we people are based on. Power is sensational to have. It riggers on through all of your minds that you want to feel powerful. None of you will have power. None of you. Me, however, I'm built different than most. I'm a breed of a man who has the power, and that's to be shown at Proving Ground XXII.
You had your chance to be the big guy of this brand, but under the pressure of keeping your title you failed. You throw beating all these big names, these names more important than mine in this company, but the weight would hit me more if those were title defenses. "Oh my God Brandon at least he won a title". Yeah, it's great to be pushed right out of the gate, isn't it Mark? It's absolutely great to be loved by management while hard workers have to scratch and claw but when seen as a threat, they suffer loss after loss until they don't look credible enough in the eyes of fans and critics alive because of fuckng Indy Darling. So Indy Darling go fuck yourself."
"Mark, you're going to be told something that you probably haven't been told before: despite your talent in this ring, nobody tunes in to see you. Yeah sure, put you on a poster with other talents and some people would go "oh look it's Mark, but look at Ozymandias!" You're that kinda guy. I've been put on posters and people buy it just for me. I am THAT guy that you never were: a profit to a company. You were Champion! You were in the main events! But the moment that it comes time to put up or shut up, you shut up twice in short fashion. You got pinned by Lil Petey to lose your title but saved of embarrassment by pussy boy Indy Darling. Then you were embarrassed in that triple threat match with Petey and Ozymandias. And ever since then you've been an embarrassment. Been a fucking embarrassment. You fucking failed again when you lost that Legacy Championship opportunity match. You want to say I was nearly beaten by Serrano Poblano, but you are a millisecond away from getting pinned one..two...three. And I plan to add on to that embarrassment when I pin you one..two..three. Oh don't worry, I will put a show on because that's what I do better than anyone else in the world, but it ends with me pinning you one..two..three. In your last little promo, you talked about truth, pain, and control."
"I am in control. I control the pace and tempo of the match. You Mark, you will only have one thing you will be able to control is when your body gives up during our match, if you want to quit or continue trying your hardest to want the will to fight more. I will bring pain that put men in retirement. Ask the guy I put into a wheelchair earlier this year, why? Because he was simply a waste of space that was in my ring. And truth is well… truth is scary, isn't it? The truth that you will be absolutely nothing except the answer to a wrestling trivia question: who did Brandon Hendrix showcase his superior skills upon to reach the main event scene where I belong."
"Maybe we should talk about this "Heartbeat" shall we Markus? Multiple different meanings all together for you: exhibit A by Indy Darling himself."
INDY DARLING: "DeMarco… Anything you have to say to the heartbeat of my damn show, you can say in front of me."
"His shows heartbeat! How sweet of him to label you that right? The heartbeat of a brand, but when I cut that heartbeat off, what happens then? We find another pulse to latch onto to replace yours. Or…. Exhibit B: Hello Jelena."
"Jelena Martyn. Mark's one love and heartbeat. Staying at The DoubleTree Hotel on 2050 Gateway Pl, San Jose at the time, you get a call from her, and the sound of worry on her voice Markus, the sound of worry for you. Let me tell you a story. A group of people went walking on ice, trying to explore and search for seals, or whatever they can find. Then, the ice breaks in and this man and woman fell through, the group unable to find them. With the fear of Hypothermia, they got close together, cuddling each other to keep warm. A man used some kind of tool to track heartbeats and only saw one. With figuring one died, they rushed to save the one that lived. When they got there, the group not only realized that both the man and woman were alive, but their heartbeat was in sync. In a case like that, it sounds magical, right? Unfortunately, you're never going to experience that magic, because when I cut your heartbeat off, what comes of Jelena? What comes of your unborn children? What comes of Sophie and Alexa?"
A loud "Tisk tisk tisk" is heard from the darkness.
"You're a parasite. A blood sucking parasite that's now trying to dry out the younger guys because you know soon enough, your straight shooting days are reaching the end of the clip homie."
"Wasn't expecting me to actually do all this? Maybe you thought I would be lazy, didn't you? Wasn't expecting me to watch your first segment Mr. "I Deserve Better Than This?". “The time that Mark Hunter is recognised as the standard bearer in Project Honor is here, fight it at your peril!” God what a fucking joke. For a man who called himself Project Honor's Most Dangerous Hunter, you failed at capturing the big picture at first. How you faced two people who haven't been seen and one who is over as a fucking stabby cunt. But of them all, you cried and cried and cried and whined about a match type. You're going to do the same because facing me will feel like a death match. Maybe when you crawl out of the ring and "die in the shadows" and went on to face another edgy cunt who couldn't hang no more."
"Now, don't take this personally, chump, this ass kicking will be strictly business. Now I'm sure you already picked yourself as the clear cut winner, which defines the lack of intelligence, but also egotistical. Sure, I can lay claim to an ego, hell, I call myself The Don, but that's where your demise starts. It starts with the "loud ignorance" you decided to show. Oh hell, just don't "cheat" me out of this win now, cause then I'd have to feel like Jelena. Wow, looky at what I watched, huh? The MAN of Proving Ground…. With his knees glued to the floor begging. "Oh this is bullshit!" The only bullshit I saw was your tears flowing more for a tag match than your girl wanting you to fuck off. But hey, the Hunt was on right? The hunt for some other girls coochie. Ya know what, I should've expected that previously you had "no respect and no class" to anyone because looking back at you then, you were no different than what I was back then. But… "How often have I said to you that when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth?" One of my favorite Sherlock Holmes quotes since you brought his name up a lot. You brought up "The Adventure Of The Final Problem", a great read with a great ending. You mentioned that Holmes had to kill himself to beat the villain, and you referred to Dickie as needing to do the same. Six months later, you took his role and now you will end up killing yourself on the inside to defeat me, but there is both of us going or none of us at all. This story ends with your failure, an alternate ending to your story."
"After the match, when you're "feeling ropey", you will definitely respect my anger, my drive, my fury, my determination, and my will. When I don't surrender to your number one hit, you will respect me then. I've waited too long for an opportunity at a top guy, and you're THAT guy. THAT guy who was protected from me because it was known when I faced someone I could use as a stepping stone into greatness, that person fades. The chance for me to clarify my name and cement myself into history, and a chance for me to portray Markus Hunter for what he really is made for in August of twenty twenty one, someone who is to be squashed and placed on a stretcher for the message to be heard. Can call me a liar and say it won't happen, but we know it's destiny for me to maul you alive in front of your love ones, in front of your peers, those who are here because of you. When the audible gasp is heard after each strike against your cranium, you will realize that I was the truth. And when you lay inside that hospital bed, I'll leave you with "the present" of a lifetime. Your family in tears by your bedside. A wake up call that YOU'RE REPLACED BY ME AS THE MAN! I will go to that limit to get my legacy started, hell I'd put your family in hospital beds beside you so you'd fully get the fucking point. And you will hate me for it, but then, you'll understand why. Why I did it… and when you do, you can then sit home and enjoy your time being a daddy to two little boys and never have to worry about being in that pain and situation again. That your absolute best isn't good enough, and that Brandon Hendrix is better than YOU!"
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Unaired footage:
*Knock Knock Knock*
The echoes ring through the halls until a loud groan can be heard. Footsteps from the upper floor approach the staircase. A yell of "I'M COMING I'M COMING" echoes throughout the silence hallways as someone walks down the staircase. The door opens up, with Brandon Hendrix standing at the doorway.
Brandon: "Hello… it's been a long time… pops. May I come in?"
"Brandon? Um… yeah sure son. Come on in… how did yo-"
Brandon: "Mom. She told me you sent her a card recently. Showed me the address."
Brandon enters the house to which his father shows him towards the living room. It was twelve in the morning but Brandon didn't care. The two sit down on the couch.
"You um… want anything to drink?"
Brandon: "Let's cut the bullshit pops. Why did you… why did you cheat on my mom?"
".... how did you find out?"
Brandon: "Oh kinda comes up when your son goes out to the studio to cut a promo after inviting my mother there to spend quality time with and for her to say "9h jee son glad you're against cheating. I just wish your father was". What the FUCK pops?!?"
"Hey! I know what I did was bad, but I'm still your father and you will show me respect!"
Brandon: "FUCK YOUR RESPECT!"
Brandon stands up from the couch quickly and paces over to the window.
Brandon: "Fuck… your respect."
"Anthony look."
Brandon looks over at his father then back, having not been called that in years. His father stands up and slowly walks over to him.
"Look, I ain't proud I did it, but I can't go back in time to change it. Your mother forgave me, but why can't you?"
Brandon: "..... because you are making me seem like a hypocrite. I'm over bashing Mark Fucking Hunter for it and come to find out it goes on in my family too! So no, I can't forgive you yet."
"This really all about your fight with this Mark Hunter person? You are still selfish to this da-"
*BAM!*
Brandon's father goes down as Brandon holds his hand.
Brandon: "YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT IT'S ABOUT THIS MATCH! THIS IS EVERYTHING MY CAREER IS SET TO BE!"
"........"
Brandon: "You don't understand pops. I'm no longer the boy you were used to seeing, as I've grown up to hate every human being. And this hate is what fuels me every single time I see some pissant like Mark Hunter go and spill his insides with negativity on MY name! Not the name of… "Anthony"... As far as things are concerned…. Anthony is DEAD! He is no longer who I am Pops! I am BRANDON…
FUCKING…
HENDRIX!"
"And if you can't handle that… then you can join every single person who hates me and go fuck yourselves."
Brandon looks down at his father, who's still on the ground from being jaw jacked a moment ago. Brandon shakes his head at the sight before leaving the house.
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Aired Footage:
The Project: Honor YouTube channel uploads a video named "The Hunter Becomes The Prey". The setting is set at a warehouse, where inside is a ring, and inside the ring is Brandon Hendrix and an unknown individual whom seems to be a sparring partner for Brandon. Spears, Superman Elbow Strikes, different type of submissions, resulting in the sparring opponent to tap each time. Shortly after, Brandon is left alone, sitting in the middle of the ring, staring into camera. Determined, focused, and anger. Embarrassed by Serrano and then Mark Hunter, but more so by the Chopblock and Superkick Hunter gave him.
"Eleven wins, five losses. Impressive somewhat. It's impressive that your only one on one loss was to Elena DeDraca. That's not the loss I want to talk about however. Let me talk about a loss once upon a time to a person by the name of Lance Williams. Because when you have "friends in low places", it forces you to change. It forces you to go from "the old Mark Hunter" to the "new Mark Hunter" who respects you so much and doesn't take anything lightly! Yay oh freaking yay! Apparently that New Mark Hunter had a shorter reign than Shawn Warstein Legacy Championship run because when things were put in "perspectives" for you, that old you came back fast, kinda like it was never gone. Hell, I think I know why Indy's lips haven't left your ass, because after Proving Ground: Public Execution, after his loss to you, it made him biased on you. And not in a negative way, but in a way you keep you safe until he figured you didn't need that Grand Championship."
"He won't be able to save you this time. Because when I make you hit your "shatter point", I'll be "bringing down the rain" of tears from your many of fans then I "let there be light" as I will be the solution. And this won't be no "Alpha vs Beta", but the howling you hear is the failure being brought down on you. You will understand that you're just a runt compared to the big dog that controls this brand. You see when I joined, you looked at me with the same disrespect in your eyes that you have to this day, and I shrugged it off, but doing that allowed you to catch me slipping, but that was a once in a million years deal right there. Now, I'm going to beat your ass in Maebashi, Japan. After my victory, I'm going to sit on the barricade in the Yamada Green Dome, seeing your lifeless body laying in the middle of the ring, just for you, I'll look into the camera…."
Brandon Hendrix then kisses his hand and blows the kiss at the camera.
"I'll give Jelena and your two sons a kiss goodbye. Because "mercy is for the weak" Markus. And it's slowly sinking in for you. Fear. Fear is reaching up your veins and will strike you dead in your core. This isn't Elena DeDraca, Lance Williams, Indy Darling, and especially not Lil Petey. You don't know my name well enough, well allow me to introduce myself to even better. I'm Brandon Hendrix. I'm a high school jock who turned into a professional wrestler and changed the game. You want to know who I am? Go look at my former company and see what the corruption there in takes. See how their boss would threaten someone with a heart condition backstage, or how people who had power there threaten to have me gone from the company in whole, all just because they were in their feelings. Hell Mark, I'll even send you to some people to ask about me. Ask them how upset they got when I showed our Grand Champion he had a twin over there without knowing. How I'm absolute trash and never been good at anything. Actually Mark, you should work there, because you and that company have a lot in common, I think you're both jack offs."
"Mark Hunter, the time for talking is done for me. I said all I can about you. Now, it's time to show why I pushed my hype out when I came to Project Honor. This won't be a wrestling match, but this will be a fight… a fight that I cannot lose. If I lose, what's left for me to do to get my recognition? I need to win, and because I need to win, is so I can stand here, and look the Grand Champion, wither that be Cadillac Jackson or Ozymandias in the eyes after their match and challenge them for the Grand Championship. That's why you will fall to me in Japan Hunter. It's not if you will lose…. It's when you lose."
"Normally, I'd say you will praise me, but what I will leave behind of you, there won't be any of you to give praise to me. See you August Twenty Seventh Mark, and go fuck yourself."
Brandon's face that was stone cold focused turns into a slight grin as the camera backs up from him. Brandon is definitely ready for the biggest match of his Project Honor career, will it be the win he needs to catapult himself to higher rankings? Or will he crash and burn once again?