Post by Brandon Hendrix on Oct 27, 2021 21:00:57 GMT -5
Unrecorded ■
"FAILURE"
October 15th, 2021
"She pulls herself up using the ropes for help, and finds herself resting in the corner. Hendrix charges in for a spear, but Tara steps up the turnbuckle and leapfrogs him, bounces off the ropes and then hits a spear of her own on the way back! The size difference means it doesn't have a huge effect, and Brandon is quickly back up. She charges off the ropes again and nails a running Codebreaker…
TREY BOOKER: FALLEN PHOENIX!!!
Tara hooks the leg…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!! TARA FENIX WINS!!!
DING! DING! DING!"
Brandon goes through the back curtain, his face dosed with disappointment. He heads into the locker room and to his locker, grabbing his bag before checking his phone, seeing a message from an unknown number appear. It reads: "Brandon, meet me at Lola's.". Brandon looks at the message, before giving a nod.
Lola, Pier W. Inside the restaurant, the table has the set up: forks and knives wrapped up in white cloth, two empty plates set on the table. Suddenly, someone approaches the table. They remove their jacket and place it on the chair, which is pulled out. Sat in the seat is Brandon Hendrix. He clears his throat before lifting up the glass of wine that was ordered early. He sits and waits before pulling his phone out of his pocket. He lets a sigh out before the seat across from him is heard moving. "About time Angelo. Now what can I-"
Brandon looks up, and to his surprise, doesn't see Angelo, but yet, an even bigger surprise in the form of the ex-wife of Angelo's, Christina Roberts. Brandon stands up and gives her a slight hug before both sit down in their seats. "Sorry Miss. Roberts, I wasn't expecting you to be the one showing up. It's been over a year and a half since I saw you last at the facility when I was still training.". "Yeah, yeah it's been a while. And I've been good all things considered. How has everything been going with you lately? Heard about your recent health development.". "It's been… difficult to say in short. Everything has been just… no pun intended, heartbreaking. The thing is….. maybe I'm not good enough. I try my best every single night but I can't do it. I get outsmarted, out performed. I have people on Twitter wanting me to die, that my heart finally gives out. You know how hard that is to take in? I… I don't know if I can do this. I fail and fail and fail. I've failed myself, I've failed all my friends in the back. I've failed my physical health, I've failed my mental health. Do you know how many times I've woken up each morning and looked in the mirror, disappointed in myself?"
"How many times I've looked in that mirror and saw a failure? That's why I worked myself into the body I had. It's why I went out and did movies. It's why I threw parties, had a crappy attitude, and pushed myself to the point I put myself in the hospital because I FAILED Christina. I FAILED and Hell, I was going to quit because of it. But I didn't. I didn't because I wanted to become the beacon of hope for those who suffer like I do that they can achieve everything they want, but they don't want to accept me. I'm not alright, I'm not ok.". "Brandon. I've seen you when you go all out. You're one of the best workers. You just have to be patient. You have to believe in faith. All That Stands Between You And Them Is Fate.". She reaches into her purse and places her hand inside. She pulls out an envelope and hands it to Brandon. "When you're ready, give that a read.". Brandon looks at the envelope then back at Christina. He sticks his hand out and takes the envelope and places it beside his plate. "Now come on, let's enjoy the night.". Christina holds her glass of wine up, to which Brandon holds his glass up.
**Clink**
They both take a sip as everything fades to black.
Unrecorded ■
"Face The Music"
October 20th, 2021
Next scene is of Brandon Hendrix, sitting in his house on the floor, back against the wall as the envelope is in his hand. Beside him are four pill bottles of Trandolapril, Quinapril, Lisinopril, and Ramipril. He picks up his phone and sees which to take at the time. He picks up the Ramipril, taking one out of the bottle before popping it in his mouth. He lets a sigh out before lifting up the envelope. He uses his finger to rip open the envelope before pulling out the folded paper. He unfolds it and sees a set of keys inside. He grabs the keys before reading the letter:
"𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔅𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔫,
𝔖𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔶 ℑ 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔲𝔭 𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱. ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔬 ℑ 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔡𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔱𝔬 ℑ𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔫 𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔶, 𝔰𝔬 ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔡 ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔞 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔰, 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔡. ℑ 𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔪𝔶 𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔯 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔣 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔫. 𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶 ℌ𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔒𝔣 𝔉𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔩 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔲𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔫𝔬 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔣 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔫𝔬 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔱. ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔭 𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔟𝔲𝔱 they 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔢. 𝔊𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔪𝔢𝔫 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢, 𝔅𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔫. 𝔑𝔬𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔞𝔯𝔢. ℑ𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔢𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔨𝔢𝔶𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔴𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔩𝔬𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰. ℑ'𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞 𝔱𝔢𝔵𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔡𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔰. 𝔊𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔩𝔲𝔠𝔨 𝔅𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔫.
𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔶,
𝔄𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩𝔬."
Brandon sets the letter down and lifts up the keys. Suddenly, his phone goes off with two addresses in one state- Texas. Brandon grips the keys in his hand before closing his eyes.
**One four hour flight and two hour drive later**
He stands outside a ranch house. He removes his sunglasses before hanging them on his chain before reaching into the car and grabs a duffle bag from the passenger seat. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the keys he got before walking up the stoned path and up the wooden steps to get to the front door. He tries two different keys before the third key unlocks the door. He turns the door handle and pushes the door open. Inside is a mostly empty house. There's a couch, television and coffee table in the living room, a dinner table in the dining room, a fridge, oven, and microwave in the kitchen. He walks upstairs and sees five doors. He opens four and finds three empty rooms and one bathroom. He gets to the last door and opens it. He sees a bed, television, a dresser, and a hanging case with two rifles. He steps into the bedroom and sets the duffle bag on the bed. He then pulls his phone out again and looks at the second address. Brandon is standing outside a somewhat seemingly normal building before unlocking the door and entering the building.
Brandon's eyes go wide as he examines all the equipment, weights, everything involved. He searches every room and gets to the office area and sees a box with a note on top of it. Brandon walks over and kneels beside the box before grabbing the note and reads it. "Enjoy the personal gym and ranch house. You need to get away from the city and find your true self. Inside the box is a new attire for you, can't have you wearing trunks anymore. Enjoy." Brandon chuckles a bit before setting the note down.
"My Last Breath" (with lyrics) plays in the background as Brandon gets to work. He trains and trains and trains his ass off.
**After the rough and challenging three hour workout**
Brandon is sitting on the floor, drenched in sweat with a gallon bottle of water beside him. His heavy breathing is the only sound as he wipes his forehead off. Lifting up the bottle, he chugs down water before looking down at the box that was mentioned. He gets up off the floor, leaving a near puddle of his sweat on the floor and he goes to the metal bench he put the box on. He sat on the bench before grabbing the lid of the box and slowly lifted it open, and a smirk appears on his face. "This so? Alright Angelo."
Recorded ●
"My Life Depends On It"
October 27th, 2021
"... I'm sorry…". The scenery begins with the showing of Brandon Hendrix, sat on a couch that's inside of a new place that's unfamiliar to the Project: Honor fans. “Don’t be ashamed to weep; ’tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us. A quote from Brian Jacques. Writer of the Flying Dutchman series. I never thought that my career would go like this. I was told that you needed to be successful, no matter what. I did movies, photo shoots, everything I was told that would make me a mega star. I thought I could be a World Champion, but I haven't. I was a mid card champion then a tag team champion in a company that shut down shortly after opening. I don't know, maybe it was my fault. I was brought in to be cut throat to the bone but, maybe it's not working as well as I thought."
"Look Percival, normally this is where I just rip into you, however, what I'm going to do is first… wish you good luck. I wish you luck because I don't know what's to come in this match. Hell, I could lose four seconds into the match, which I'm sure wouldn't be a shocker to every single person who doubted me. "I'm use to having people doubt me. Having people doubt me… made me scared. Gave me a great fear of competing. But that "fear" doesn't exist to me anymore. Fear never entered my body when I lasted longer than people wanted and I replaced the spot that people would have fear and replaced it for a spot of even more rage. A rage that I have for myself to keep me from failing again."
Brandon leans forward and stares into the camera. "I say this a lot and people think it's a catchphrase, but it's not. This is Anthony Roberts talking to you, not Brandon Hendrix when I say I HAVE to win. I can't lose this Round Robin tournament. I can't walk back here anymore and look at everyone, knowing I lost. So, I'm laying this down right here, right now. If I don't win this Round Robin, I leave Project: Honor. I walk out and I leave, not worrying about disappointing anyone ever again."
"I have to win… my life… and my career depends on it.". Brandon looks down at the floor before standing up and walking to the camera. ".... I'm sorry sis… I won't let you down." He says this and finally shuts off the video camera.