Post by Brandon Hendrix on Nov 11, 2021 20:26:12 GMT -5
Recorded ●
"Humbling"
November 7th, 2021
“I was stunned. As a man who prides himself as someone who’s always prepared, who always is ready, I found myself on the receiving end of an ass kicking in those sets of matches. I got hit in the fucking mouth, and I wasn't ready for it. Now that.... that right there woke me up. It made me realize I was getting passed by. That I wasn’t the man I thought I was. In many ways..... it was humbling. I thank Tara and Emmanuelle for that. I am supposed to be the best, that’s what this company has invested in me with these opportunities. And as of late, I was anything but that. I failed again. I went into a state of rage. I was angry at the world, and I was pissed the hell off. But… even with that rage, I couldn't come to the point to use that chair and take his head off last week. Fan favorites who everyone said were on their way to the top. My matches scheduled with them were not by coincidence. Selfish backstage pulls by me to prove my own ability to the world. Yet even these were mistakes. I for so long now have allowed my ego to dictate my decisions, to control me and the man I am. For the past year and a half Brandon Hendrix has allowed anger and rage to dictate his every move. I have not been the man I know I’m capable of being and I’m ashamed of it.” We return to darkness. Now, a slow light showcases a dark figure sitting down in front of the camera. As it grows, we unveil to see Brandon Hendrix, sitting down holding his hands tightly together. He sports his sole black trunks as he sits face forward on a wooden stool, his eyes locked on the camera. “Today, the monster you’ve watched unfold since the night after my debut is absent. I right now am speaking to you all as the MAN Brandon Hendrix. And I'm a MAN that knows he fucked up. Tara, recently you decided to go on about me, and why I'm here. You asked why I'm in this industry, simply put I'm good at causing people pain. I'm capable of beating people into submission, that's all that's required to make a living here. I could provide some fabled story of how I've adored this sport since I could walk, I could say that years of training and trials birthed from dedication landed me here. But from the moment I stepped into a ring I found that I had an aptitude of causing people pain and I have taken that and flipped it into a multi-million dollar venture, adorned with the greatest of honors through my time. Perhaps my lens has grown gray in my years alive, I don't see this as a down mark of what I've done here, I've grown up. Perhaps that's what you need to do as well. Because for as much as you can ever accomplish here, they'll always forget you." Brandon sighs as he sits back some more on the stool. "Talking into a mirror sucks. Worse is lying to myself about it. I come to realize that maybe I'm not cut out for here. That's why I put my career on the line pretty much for this Round Robin. I become the living embodiment of "you can try and try and try but trying isn't enough". I tried being the bad guy because nice guys finish last, and maybe that was my mistake. Do you ever question what is it that keeps you going? Why do you wake up each and every morning, put on your clothes and go to your job and continue to do exactly what you did the day before? For months now I’ve found myself in a near, comatose state, questioning why do I continue to step in that ring. I use to believe I did it for the money. That was my second mistake. I made my money from movies, from wrestling main events earlier on in my career. I won a title faster than most in their entire careers. Yet I’m still here, waking up every single morning, putting those boots on and going to work. Why? I believed maybe..... I wanted to make this company a better place. I wanted to make it stronger, make the other competitors better then they are now. I was ready to hang the boots up after my lost to Emmanuelle, after seeing her get nothing but praise while I got nothing but a look of disappointment from everyone else. I felt lost. I was exposed. More importantly I found no reason for why I should put those boots back on. Then when I sat alone in that car, listening to Indy Darling's announcement, hearing him say my name as a participant, it became clear to me, maybe I did do something with that match. Maybe I did more to the eye then even I saw. At that moment, I had to keep fighting, just a bit longer. I kept fighting to make my Project: Honor career mean something. Tara, Emmanuelle, anyone else I faced or came across was absolutely right. Why should people care about me?
Why should people care about Brandon Hendrix? I'm three wins to my five losses and tie here. I haven't won a title, I haven't done anything achievable. Going the distance with Mark Hunter is nice and all, but did I win? Beating Scott Oasis at Night Of Honor seemed great, but realizing he didn't give a shit and it was the opening match of the first night doesn't help. And to lose every big match after kills any momentum I have. Thirty three percent win percentage and I'm acting like a God. Maybe that's why I am three wins to five losses. I took that chip that was not just placed on my shoulders, but was forced into breaking me down each step I took when I debuted that it became all I knew was to act the way I did. But again, it became a humbling experience for me. All I know… is this could be the end of Brandon Hendrix in Project: Honor. I don't win this Round Robin tournament at all, I walk and I retire. If this is the final match I do, then I damn sure will make it the best match I had." Brandon leans forward, getting closer to the camera. "Emmanuelle, you caught me last time, I can't deny it. I passed out and at that point wished I never woke up again. I let my family down. I let myself down. I'm tired of that. I'm tired of feeling like shit every time. You're going to lock me into that submission… I'm not going to tap…. And I'm damn sure refusing to pass out again. You will cover me, but as long as my heart beats, I'm going to kick out of each and every move you can hit on me. I can't fail in this match. I cannot. I have to win this, and I've been saying this for weeks, but it remains true. Unfortunately, that means you have to lose. And you are going to lose Emmanuelle. Maybe at the end of this, I'll be on the right side of history for once in my life. Maybe…. But until then…. Brandon Hendrix is ready to steal the show. See you at Clash Of The Cup." Brandon reaches over and the video ends. This match either keeps his career alive, or is the reason it ends. Can Brandon Hendrix win and possibly go on to challenge for any championship he wants.