Post by Brandon Hendrix on Feb 2, 2022 22:47:18 GMT -5
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Here Brandon thought that his return to the company that gave him the opportunity would go over smoothly. And for the most part, it did! He did his entrance, got a reaction he can only dream of, especially considering everything he's done in his time there. But, nonetheless, he got a very positive reaction. He cut his promo, announced his return, and thought that was it. Well… it almost was.
"Ladies and gentlemen…. "The Don" is back."
{Brandon smirks as he drops the microphone. What he doesn't realize is someone running down the ramp. Wait a minute, it's Johnny Levy! He grabs a steel chair and enters the ring. Brandon turns around to thank the fans, but gets blasted in the skull by the steel chair, dropping him.}
After being helped to the back, Brandon is immediately brought to the medical team to go over the concussion protocol of wrestling. After passing all the tests, he was cleared by the doctor for next week and told Brandon he's good to go home. Brandon, angry at what happened, wasn't leaving until he got what he wanted. He got up from the crate he was sitting on and stormed off down the hallway. He gets to the General Manager office and opens the door. "Indy we need to ta-". He stops as he sees that the office seat isn't Indy Darling, but instead he sees Adam Ekaterin in the seat instead. "Brandon Hendrix, isn't it? Please come in.". Brandon walks into the office and closes the door behind him. "How may I help you sir?". "Look, I'm not going to hold too much time, next Proving Ground, I don't care how it happens, but give me Johnny Levy. One on one, two on three, one on one on one, whatever it calls for, give me Levy!". Adam listens to Brandon before nodding. "Don't worry Brandon. You'll get him next week. Now please leave. I have business to take care of.". Brandon stares at Adam before leaving the office. He left the arena and headed out of the area. He gets to the hotel he's staying at and enters his room. He asked his family to stay at their home in Florida for this show, in case something happened. He sits on the sofa, plotting revenge, how he was going to show Project Honor that he's back and that he's-
**RING RING**
An Week Later
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The casket that holds the at peace body of one that raised Brandon on her own for sixteen years, his mother gets lowered as Brandon stands in the middle, and on the right is his father, and on the left is his aunt, his mother's sister. The casket lowering into the ground reflects off the eyes of Brandon. After the service, everyone starts to leave, except the father of Brandon who notices his son sitting on a bench outside the cemetery. He sits besides Brandon and places a hand on his shoulder. Brandon looks up, tears strolling down his face before wiping them off.
"You know, me and your mother used to travel all over the country before you were born. She loved California the most. Hell, she wanted to move there for the longest time." Brandon sniffles as he wipes his eyes again. "I'm going to miss her….". Brandon's father nods and rubs Brandon's shoulder. "I'm going to miss her too. The only thing is to not mourn her life, but to celebrate it. I'm going to cherish the days that me and her spent together. What are you going to do Brandon?" Brandon looks at his father before staring off into the sky above him.
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"I um… I normally know what to say in these situations, but lately, it's been the hardest to speak. Um… the hardest part of this job is keeping personal affairs away from work affairs, but sometimes.. you...y-you just can't. I…". Brandon looks up, stares at the sky as he runs his hands into his face, covering his eyes. The wind blows Hendrix's hair slightly before Brandon manages to contain himself. "There was a point that I was supposed to be buried here, as fate would have it, I had to fight it. Project Honor fans, I haven't been fully truthful with you. I left, not entirely for the reason I stated. You see, I came into Project: Honor a walking time bomb. You guys know the deal, I announced I was suffering from a heart defect that can kill me at any moment, forget about just ending my career for a second, and realize the risk I've put myself at with this. One move wrong that puts me into shock and I can drop in this ring. What kept me going… was this.". Brandon reaches into his pockets and pulls out pill bottles. The labels say 'Anthony Roberts' as the patient and that one bottle is for "Hydralazine" and the other for "Digoxin". "Yeah, I have to take these in order to stay alive. Unfortunately, I depended on these too much, and I started losing control. I wasn't myself, I allowed it to become a cancer in my life that kept growing and growing, spiraling out of control to where I woke up in the morning and hated my life."
"As a professional wrestler, it made me just be… something I didn't want to be coming here. I was that guy once before and it was the worst time in my entire life. As a man… It took a lot from me. Friendships, um… relationships, almost lost my family. Even when the pain wasn't there and my heart was beating fine, I shoved these pills down my throat to ease the mental scare I had of "if I don't, I die tonight". One day, I woke up, put a pill in my hand, and I heard a voice, echoing in my head. I couldn't recognize the voice, but I remember exactly what it said to me. It said "Anthony, you don't need this. You are stronger than this! You are better than this! You are Brandon Fucking Hendrix!", and just soon after, that voice vanished from my head, and I took that pill, and went to my bathroom, to the sink, and flushed it down the drain. I went and got help, and now, I realized that I was killing myself, rather than saving myself.". Brandon chuckles to himself for a slight second. "It's kinda funny, actually. Because I thought that being an addict was the worst thing in the entire world. But, I soon found out that an addiction is only as bad as you let it be. So, I made it a step promise that I only get one high, and that's from hearing the roar of all those people that fill those arenas and stadiums each and every time we show up and compete inside that ring. Now, I have a new addiction, a healthier one: professional wrestling. I was made to be a wrestler. Yeah, I could have become a basketball player, a football player, but nothing clicked like professional wrestling did for me."
"Unfortunately, like everything in life, there is a hiccup. With my life, it was these pills, but in wrestling, it was like these pills formed into someone, and that someone was Johnny Levy. Now, I have a choice in how I face these hiccups… and that is to bury them.". Brandon drops the pill bottles from his hands, watching them fall down, landing inside the open grave. When the camera aims back at Brandon, it's shown that his facial expression went from one of a calmed sorrow, to an angered rage. "Johnny, I normally understand why you would have cracked that steel chair over my skull. I do man! It's business and everyone wants to get ahead of others. But, where you crossed that line was when you decided to attempt to take that same steel chair and drive it directly into my chest, right on top of where my heart is located. While I was dazed from having the chair cracked over my skull, it was like I was… somewhere else. You see, I was in that predicament before. I had just won a match, against all the odds at that, and the guy I beat attacked me right after, and he um… he took a steel chair of his own, and just like you, cracked it over my head as well. However, no referees or anyone came to my aid, as the person who ordered the attack was the General Manager. He took the steel chair and repeatedly rammed it into my chest, making it feel like my heart was going to give up on me. I thought for that time, each chair shot to the heart I took, I felt my life slowly fading away…"
Brandon's voice starts to break, his words start to stutter. Reliving that day has always been the hardest on Brandon. He thinks about it daily, keeping him awake at nights. Tears fall down the cheeks of Brandon how places his hand onto his chest and continues to speak with his voice still breaking and stuttering. "I thought I was going to die! And then you…". Brandon sniffles as he places his face into his hands. Hendrix takes a moment to himself, giving him time to collect his thoughts and emotions before removing his face from his hands, his eyes red from crying, his cheeks stained from the tears. "You tried to do the same thing. If you wanted attention, this was the worst way to get it. Levy, you have no idea what you just brought upon yourself now. I was settled on coming back, easing my way into opportunities to face everyone I haven't before, but that all changed when you thought you were saving your spotlight. I know about you, Levy. Your father, someone I respect for what he did in the business of film and television, he gave you all the opportunities in the world! You had a name to go by! Because of your father, you had an easy walk into movie deals and television shows! Hell, you even started at eight years old, and you spent years trying to earn daddy's approval with each movie you did! With each commercial you did! But it was never enough, was it Levy? No, so you felt like you had to make a change! The funnies weren't cutting it anymore, so maybe if little Johnny went serious, maybe that would be all it took! But what happened?"
Brandon pushes himself off the tombstone to his feet. He stands besides the open grave, his feet near inches from it, and one slight stumble could send Brandon falling into his grave. "You FAILED! YOU FAILED JOHNNY! You couldn't cut it in the dramas, and maybe, just maybe you should have stuck with the comedy because then finding out that the only joke was you would have been easier on you. What followed was not a single person wanting to sign you. Nobody wanted damaged goods that turned out to not be good at all. So with the little bit of money you got from acting plus your daddy's money and his last name, you wanted to make it big elsewhere! Try to redeem yourself to him."
"And that brought you to Project Honor and more importantly, Proving Ground. By this time, I was already gone saving myself. You managed during your time: two wins and three losses is decent for a wrestler. Hell, I am man enough to admit that it was better than my start. I came back with three wins and six losses and one draw, but now, in match number eleven, winning and losing does not matter to me.". Brandon removes his arm from one of the jacket sleeves and slides his other arm out the other sleeve and drops his jacket to the ground beside him. "Because now I'm going to beat you down to where you feel like I did. Each stomp of my boot, each fist that collides with your body, each HEADBUTT TO YOUR CRANIUM WHILE HAVE YOU WISHING YOU WERE DEAD!"
"I don't give a fuck about your partners, and I sure don't give a fuck about mine. This match is only there so I can get my hands on your scrawny little neck. Tara, Lexi, I know you two will do what is needed to win, do not, and I mean do not get in my way of Johnny. Because there's nothing worse to stop an addict from getting his high, and that's high and watching Levy bleed. You wanted to be famous again Johnny? Don't worry, because by the end of Proving Ground, your ass will be famous as it's in the morning paper in the obituary section!" Brandon turns his attention to the tombstone and places his hand on the cloth before slowly pulling down to reveal the tombstone marked "Johnny Levy". Brandon bends down and picks up his jacket and tosses it over his shoulder and slowly walks off of camera view to end the promo.