Post by Brandon Hendrix on Sept 9, 2021 16:29:04 GMT -5
Unaired Footage: Following Mark Hunter vs Brandon Hendrix:
"Both these men have kicked out of their respective big moves, and neither seem to be- MARK GOT THE LAST ACT APPLIED! BRANDON IS IN TROUBLE! WILL HE- HE TAPS OUT!"
And suddenly, it's all over. Fighting what's left of his heart out there, and it's all over. Doing his absolute best, nearly beating Hunter, and he lost. After finally collecting himself from the effects of Mark's Last Act Anaconda Vice submission hold, Brandon walked up the ramp, removing the glove from his right hand, he tosses it into the crowd while not breaking stride on his slow walk up the ramp, both hands end up on his hips and his head looking down despondently at the floor below him. Brandon Hendrix had failed again. He gets past the curtain separating backstage from the ring and the crowd: yet again expecting to hear people make fun of him, mock him, and call him a loser. The reality is different, it doesn't happen, nobody says a word, not even a peep. They all look at him, the glint of approval in their eyes, even a slight grin on some faces, with nods from others. The reaction is new and speaks volumes. He eventually stops in the hallway, looking around at the people who are now looking at him in a very new light. He gives a slight nod back before heading into the locker room.
After doing his part for Proving Ground and hitting Savannah Sunshine with a Spear during the Jason Long and Swindle Shelldrake main event match up, he is seen leaving the arena through the building doors that heads towards the parking lot, approaching the Conquest Knight XV vehicle. He quickly pulls his car keys out from his pants pocket, and unlocks the car and takes a deep breath hearing footsteps approaching. He really doesn't want this right now. Already annoyed from the loss earlier, he growls and grits his teeth, turning around with haste, he raises his fist up for a punch. He instintively but stops when he sees who it is. After sighing, he drops both his fists and mental guard.
"I'm sorry mom. I'm just… on edge right now."
The lady now known to be Mama Hendrix approaches her son and gives him a hug. She rubs the back of his head before letting go.
"It's fine my son. I'm so proud of you. You were amazing out there."
"Thank you mom. And thank you for flying out here to watch me compete finally. Unfortunately you had to fly down here to see your son lose."
"Oh honey, to me, it doesn't matter if you lose or if you win, it's about seeing you happy and doing the best you can. Gosh, I haven't seen you that focused since your first match last year."
"It has been a year, huh? Time flies a lot recently."
"It does my son. And I'll be sticking around in Japan for a while, so I decided to stay for this other show you have. What's it called?"
"Night Of Honor mom."
"I'll be there too. Do you know who you're facing?"
"No idea yet. I'll probably find out on the TV tomorrow."
"I see. Talk to me, my son. What's wrong?"
"Ah it's nothing mom…. Well.."
Brandon opens the back door of his car and tosses the bag on the backseat. He chuckles a bit before closing the door. He rests his head on the door before looking back at his mamá.
"I'm not ready. I thought I was when I was facing Mark Hunter but I lost. I do nothing but lose mom. Your son is a failure. No matter where I go or how hard I work, I LOSE! I was raised to be a never seen before specimen that would take anything he wants, but that's not the case anymore. This isn't football in school, or amateur wrestling, or basketball. In this world I fail. I don't know if I can keep that motivation anymore."
"Oh Anthony. I know you're upset, but you can't quit. I would rather see you do your best and lose than quit. If you quit, it goes against everything you stand for. You got this my son. I know you will do amazing, just keep fighting."
".... Thanks mom. I'll see you soon, ok?"
"Of course. Call me if you need anything."
Brandon nods slightly before he and his mom hug each other. Brandon lets out a small sigh before slowly letting go from the hug. He enters the driver seat of the vehicle. He grips the steering wheel tightly. After giving mom a tentative farewell smile, he pushes the start button of the car and drives away from the scene that unbeknown to him right now, could really be the night that makes Brandon Hendrix in Project Honor. Going toe to toe with Mark Hunter is not a feat to be ignored.
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Unaired Footage: Brandon Hendrix's Hotel Room/Hotel Gym
A few days after Proving Ground happened, Brandon has been in the gym non stop, been practicing in the ring non stop at live events and high school gymnasiums that host local wrestling events. He wants to do better, he NEEDS to be better now more than ever. Around four AM, Brandon awakens from his sleep, sitting up in the bed with a yawn and a rub of the eyes. He looks beside him and sees a beautiful Japanese woman sleeping beside him peacefully. He rubs his head again before swinging both feet over to the side and places them on the hardwood flooring. After a short pause, he looks over at the nightstand beside his side of the bed, instantly seeing the phone flash a blue light, signaling a notification. He reaches over and grabs the phone, quickly using his index finger to scan his fingerprint on the back of the phone to unlock it. The notification he received was none other than the two cards for Night Of Honor. Before opening the link, Brandon says a quick prayer, hoping he is on the card for the show. After letting out a breath of air, he clicks the link, and on the first card, he sees the opening match "Brandon Hendrix versus Scott Oasis". Then, everything hits Brandon:
"OASIS IS TOSSING AROUND HENDRIX! SUPLEX AFTER SUPLEX! LIL PETEY AND SCOTT OASIS WON THE TAG MATCH!"
Brandon remembers. Tag Team match, Brandon was injured heading into the match, and that match was the second most humiliation he has felt in this company. He grips his cellphone before letting it drop onto the bed. A sigh escapes through his lips before he stands up and he walks over to the window, leaning against the glass. His breathing gets more steady from when he first saw who his opponent is before he turns from the window and walks from view.
Next time Brandon makes an appearance is in the hotel gym, where he begins yet another workout. Custom headphones on his head. Not breaking his groove, he hits the weights, hitting the curls, squats, bench, and deadlift. Each drop of the weights, the memory of the match replays inside his head: each suplex… each powerbomb… everything of harm that Scott Oasis did to Brandon during that match. Deadlift… after deadlift… anger growing second by second. He pictures the final blow from Scott Oasis to himself in his mind and….
"AHHHHHHHH!!!"
Brandon tosses the bar and weights to the floor, watching them bounce off the floor. The heavy breaths fill the room as Brandon stares at his own reflection in the mirror, his body tensed up, yet a devilish grin sewed on his face.
"Let's drop this fucker."
Brandon steps backwards and off to the studio, ready to slay the beast.
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Aired Footage: Brandon Hendrix's Studio- Tokyo, Japan
"Scott Oasis. What's your nickname? Gosh you have a few of them: The Commander of Drip, The Precipitation Plug, Scotty Wet-Wet, The Vanilla Gorilla, The Versace Villain, The Brand, The IceMan. God what a fucking- anyway. Standing six foot four inches like myself, weighs in two hundred and seventy pounds, thirty three pounds heavier than me. And you have quite the resume, OWA World Champion, unfortunately nobody cares about that toxic filled death trap that did everything in its power to bury me. But, what will you say? "Oh Brandon, you just didn't have what it took". Yeah, I quit because I wanted more. More than OWA was willing to offer someone who didn't fit the fold they wanted. Hell, here I'm acknowledged for something at least, which is more than can be said more than Overrated Wrestling Alliance, your baby, right Scott?"
"At least for you, you're slightly above Sheridan Mūller as a boss, so there's that, right?"
"Since I have zero care for this EAW and AWF and SSW, well let's be honest, more dead than the chance of getting a new Kendrick Lamar album, let's talk about your title win in the company we're competing in for this match, the Proving Ground Warrior Rising Championship. God, couldn't hold it for four more days to have a month title reign on your resume here? Twenty six days? You know what I was doing during that time period? I was in the hospital. Because the General Manager of the brand i was on in this place was being pedantic, annoying and I say this respectfully: fucking retarded by having his lapdog attack my chest, looking to kill me."
"YOU AREN'T SHIT TO ME SCOTT! I HAD MOTHERFUCKERS TRYING TO KILL ME YOU OVERGROWN ROID JUNKY FUCK!"
"So what's to take the Iceman and stick him in the fire with me? Because APPARENTLY, people want to see if Brandon Hendrix was a fluke, and pulled a once in a blue moon performance. Not a single person believed that Brandon Hendrix was capable of actually wrestling! Nah people thought because I got more muscles than ninety percent of this puny ass roster that I didn't come in with an amateur wrestling background or even thought to see any of my past matches, no, the ignorance of this roster wants me to be seen as otherwise. I'll be smoking on your top five tonight, and I don't want that to be a trending topic of mine, but I want it to be known that Brandon Fucking Hendrix is a prophet amongst first grade readers. Hell, Scott Oasis, you didn't understand a word of what I said? Here, let me dumb it down. I said fuck you, your brand, and your friends, I will murder them all on this mic, in that ring, or on the street if you eye me wrong. My words send shockwaves while yours are one of idiocy."
"Now while you think "big drip got the drop on you", you ain't even changed the culture I'm bringing, or shaped the mindset that I am the new legacy of this place. Trust me, I don't want your guidance, because if I wanted to be a soft cunt, I would go ask your staff for that guidance before I ask someone who looks like they should be an actual murderer, not a joke. People should FEAR you, not want to ask about clothing advice. Maybe I don't have the dedication to dress like a Japanese boy band, but I have the dedication to go and be one of the baddest motherfuckers to walk the planet. And for someone who gloats about "weak wristed one hundred and thirty pound weaklings" when you're the biggest weakling of them all. You should be undefeated, but you're not. You should be a megastar, not pretend to be one."
"But, hey, unfortunately this ain't Emmanuelle and "how she is in a man sport because she ain't got no man", this is the fight of the Dog of the West battling the fraudulent so-called Vanilla "Gorilla". And when you lose to the Dog Of The West, what's your excuse? "This isn’t meant to happen. It SHOULDN’T happen. I’m a CONQUEROR! I’m the Big Boss!"? It'll be a lesson of your own! One that Yung Sauce, Lil Petey, or even TJ Thompson can't be able to teach you, and definitely won't be one that you'll be teaching some group of kids. It'll be the lesson of "Getting Your Oversized Ass Kicked 101", and I'm the guy to definitely do it."
"You can call me a choke artist for losing the matches that count, but I think "Scott's A Bitch"... and many more childish insults that you loved to throw around. And trust me, I could definitely throw childish insults with the best of them, because it's the easiest thing to get a cheap pop from the Twitter Heads, but no no. I'm better than that. I rather go for the mind games. Because within that, you really get to see to what lengths the human will go. The mental anguish I cause people is enough to see right through them and pinpoint what is their number one weakness. Succumb to their own shadow of doubt, crumbling under the pressure of their own conscience, allowing their mental state to shatter right before their physical state does."
"I WANT YOU TO FEEL THE FUCKING BURN YOU OVERGROWN PARASITE!"
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Unaired Footage: Brandon Hendrix's Studio.
Exhausted. Mentally fucking exhausted. That's the mindset of Brandon Hendrix as of late. And for good reason. The want and need to prove himself within the group of his peers has been ruining him deep down inside, but he knows that if he stops now, he might never reach the brass ring he set forth for last year. Painful losses became the ultimate setback for this young man, but having quit only once in his career, he rarely gives in to the disadvantages he faces going into a major pay-per-view like Night Of Honor.
Brandon steps out of the green room he has set for his promos, his stress level at an all time high right now. After putting his absolute all in recently to show that he is the best wrestler in the world, that he is as good as he says he is, and that Brandon Hendrix is a future Grand or even Prime Champion. It's time…. It's go time. Brandon composes himself before heading back into the recording room.
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Air Footage: Brandon Hendrix's Promo
"On Proving Ground I busted my fucking ass to make a name for myself in this company, but yet, I still don't have the respect from fans. And why is that, huh? Is it because I don't come out to the ring every night and jump off of turnbuckles, ladders, cages, cells, stages, whatever is high enough to get a pop from y'all? Or is it because I don't come out to the ring and cut the most idiotic "bars" that ever spilled from a man's mouth just to be funny? Maybe it's because I don't let myself get stabbed, only to comeback and get handed every main event possible to get sympathy from you fans? Or is it actually because when I step into that ring, I don't lie to people and say that I'm fighting for you because deep down inside, everyone who does is lying through their yellow teeth?"
"Last year around this time, I went into that wrestling ring, black rose placed within my hand, and I left it in the middle of the ring, wishing for someone to knock on my door, accepting the challenge of facing me for my very first match. Before that very match up, I was diagnosed with my heart condition. I wrestled that match and took two weeks off. I want that to sink into your fucking heads. Two weeks off after being diagnosed with a life threatening condition that could be the reason I'm placed on a tombstone early. But, I knew that if I wanted to make that splash into the big ocean, I would have to suck it up. And boy did I, because I lasted from October Twelfth when I DESTROYED and sent home to retirement a two time World Champion and one of the greatest to ever step foot in that company's ring all the way down to May Tenth when I had general managers screw me out of matches when I wasn't even fifty percent cleared, because he knew at fifty percent, I was and still am better than his guy was at one hundred percent."
"I went to other promotions: Level Up Wrestling and became a Messiah. I went to IIW and became a God. I'm going to Revolution1 and become a Beast! Yet, OWA was where it went wrong. Because of you Scott. You and your pathetic games you play with many peoples careers. You have your die-hards and your leeches and those who treat you like a God there that will say "I didn't have what it takes". Nah. You just don't know how to be a booker, better yet alone know how to be a professional wrestler. You're a big boy Scott, but you're too nescient to see the big picture. You're not going to be protected here like you will there. No Brand will save you. No group of talentless hacks will save you."
"The excitement is in the air for Night Of Honor. You got some of the so-called best Project: Honor has to offer all within your grasp of two weeks on the biggest show in wrestling history. In two weeks, you get two shows for Night Of Honor, but of those fourteen matches and two pre-shows, only one will be the people talking: Brandon Hendrix slaying down Scott Oasis on "THE PRECIPICE OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING", Night Of Honor. So how does one finish probably the most important promo of his career within a company? "Oh I will smash you, then I'll pin you, then I'll send you back to your fanclub"? How about "Scott Oasis is like this sex position? Boring and Overrated"? No? Here, this is how I'll send this segment home."
"Scott, I'm going to fucking murder you. I have been suffering for far too long and it gets to the point of me craving for fairness. You're going to suffer. You're going to bleed. At Night Of Honor, I will kill Scott Oasis once and for all. Go fuck yourself, you overgrown motherfucker."