Post by Brandon Hendrix on Feb 17, 2022 23:28:29 GMT -5
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So close, yet, so far. Hoping to get an ounce of revenge on Levy and also put on an performance that impressed in his return match, only to have the match end in a quick count out victory. He chases Levy and his crew through the backstage following suit with Lexi Gold, but both lose their trail. "Damnit!" Brandon exclaims with disappointment in his tone. "Hey there's always a next time. Keep your head up, alright?" Brandon nods before using his hands to bring his hair out from his face and heads to the locker room. He heads to his own locker, going through his bag and pulls out a pair of clothing. He grabs his towel and enters the locker room shower. Washing his toned chest and stomach, his muscular arms flexing with each movement in the water as he reaches for his long black hair as he tilts his head back, letting the water hit his beared face as he washes away the sweat from the match, but it's like he's finally washing away the sins that he was against. The sins of his last attempt in Project Honor and the sins of everything that could've changed or ended his life. He closes his eyes, letting the water hit his face, but his thoughts pour down like a waterfall. Was it good enough? Was he good enough? Did he return and put on a masterful amount of trash for his performance? Self doubt starts kicking in only to make Brandon's eyes open up, quickly turning the water off as he wipes his face. He grabs his towel from the hook outside the shower and wraps it around his waist before exiting the shower stall and starts changing into a black suit, black pants, a red tie, and black loafers. He grabs his bag and places the strap over his body as he leaves the locker room. Normally he'd be on his way to the hotel, but he remembered: he got a date now. Not too long ago, he and his then girlfriend, Carina, split up after disagreements in Brandon wrestling after his mother's death. He goes to his contacts and texts Stella Jade that he will be on his way to pick her up from the hotel she's staying at. He walks down the hallway, passing by other superstars and crew members before taking a left and getting into the parking lot. He pulls his keys out and pushes the unlock button, unlocking his Conquest Knight XV. He sighs, rubbing his eyes before walking to the back door, opening the door and placing the bag on the backseat. Brandon looks down, closing his eyes. "Brandon?"
Brandon looks up and behind him as we're suddenly back at the Proving Ground were he and Mark Hunter went to battle in the semi main event.
"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. Suddenly, Brandon is back in the present. His eyes open and he turns around, hoping that his mom would be standing behind him ready to congratulate him…… but reality sinks in. She's gone. His number one fan is gone. An sigh of sadness escapes between his lips as he goes into the same pocket on his bag that he pulled his keys out of and pulls out a fabric hair tie and ties his hair up into a ponytail. He closes the backdoor of his car and walks around the vehicle before entering the driver side. He starts his vehicle up and drives off out of the arena.
**Two Hours Later**
Brandon is sitting inside his vehicle outside of a hotel, checking his phone and watching the remainder of the show. He watches the Archimedes J. Manson versus Emmanuelle headliner, watching the Grand Champion come back against the odds only to be distracted when a tap on his window. He looks up and sees his date, Stella, standing outside his vehicle. He puts his phone down and exits the vehicle, and walks over to the passenger side. She's dressed up in a black dress with black high heels.
"....damn. I do say that with all due respect." Already a nervous wreck herself, Stella tries to speak but cannot as Brandon smirks and opens the door for her. Brandon gets into his side of the vehicle and drives off to the restaurant.
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"What used to bother me the most was that no matter what I did, no matter what I tried, I always had critics. I've been told "well gee kid you got too much muscle mass. You need to be skinnier!". So I dropped weight, muscle mass, and updated my moveset, then I got told "you can't cut it as a skinny wrestler! Put on muscle!". I wrestled one style, then I did it and got told to wrestle another! Before my match with Mark Hunter, I was told that with how I conducted myself with my promos that I would never last and be gone soon because I was shit! Let me tell you what happened with that guy: he left because his pussy whipped ass was horrible and I am still here. I fought for so long, and I started getting burnt out before the match with Mark Hunter, and I wanted an out. I was going to go to management and request my release from this company because I wasn't getting my way, and it burnt me out trying to get it. Then I get announced to face a former Grand Champion of one hundred and fourteen days with two defenses under his belt in the headliner of Proving Ground before Night Of Honor. I was going to go down the road I normally went and do the same old stuff I normally do, and I was criticized for it! I got so sick and tired of it. So, I went towards the match the way I knew it would benefit me. And because of that match is why I had a small blow up in Project Honor. It pushed me to Night Of Honor when I came out with the Yakuza Mafia, guns blazing and went on to defeat Scott Oasis. While I did that, I had people telling me "oh that win means nothing!". So I had to fight them for the longest time telling them it meant everything. I defeated someone who was a champion here and a champion everywhere else, so that had to mean something, right? Unfortunately it didn't hit me till the end of my first run here that I realized it doesn't. I did nothing worth a damn here. So why would Indy Darling say he wanted me back? Why would he care about a lower card scumbag like myself? I still haven't asked him that, but when he returns from surgery, I will make it my mission to ask him. Now, I stand here knowing what I need to do and that's to make my mark here that will last throughout the end of time of Project Honor. Recently, I was going through Project Honor material to do a full catch up on what I missed and I came across 'THE F'N EDGE' show and I came across episode six. Only serial arsonists start from the end to the beginning but I know it just came out after my return match so I wanted to see what was said. I wasn't expecting anything because I was a little rusty inside that ring, only really competing a handful of times after I left, but then I got to the prediction for the Casino Battle Royal, and wow. No no that's all I can really say is wow, because I knew I wasn't going to be picked as the winner, but I wasn't even considered a favorite. And that in all honesty hurt me. Why? And what's fucked up is I was criticized for that! So, now I have to prove not only to those who don't believe in me, but I have to prove it to myself that I am an odds on favorite, and that I will become your new Tyrant.
Archimedes J. Manson: An absolute fucking nut case if you will. I watched you compete in this ring, and your moveset is something straight out of a video game. You try to use this out of a video game moveset and personality to act like this to confuse your opponents long enough to sneak in a victory and act surprised when you do. Hell you had the perfect opportunity to capture a win over a hurt Grand Champion and you couldn't get the job done. Anyone in that situation would have done anything it took to keep her down, but you couldn't. You couldn't and you failed. I have lost to Emmanuelle, but that was when she was one hundred percent and focused. And despite all your little mind games and all that, it's not going to save you from being thrown over the top rope to the floor below, watching you and your twenty five nicknames go back to being the jester to the tyrant.
Carny Sinclair: An Fallout reject. I went looking at the Project Honor website and to the superstar column where we can see the wins and losses of superstars and I don't see you. So you're a Project Honor virgin, ready for that cherry to bust in this match, but this isn't the match to have your first time. You are in a match where there is a pissed off mixed martial arts bastard, a demon that kills anything that breathes, and a man who knows any second can be his last, so he fights with the mentality that he has everything to lose. Carny my friend, just because I haven't seen your work, doesn't mean I couldn't find out about you. I know of your father, a professional wrestler himself, and how much you wanted his attention and respect of your father, only to never get it, only for your father to use you. Then he pushed you to do deathmatches hoping you do die to get rid of the disappointment he had since 1986. Unfortunately you lived and have the scars to prove it. While I cannot stand deathmatches myself, I am someone with scars myself, but my scars will benefit my legacy and family name, while yours embarrasses yours. And I'll help you further embarrass your family legacy by throwing you over the top rope myself personally.
DIANA: Someone who has been here, but still don't understand too much of. You see, I know that you DIANA, is someone that started training and wrestling the same year I made my own debut, but you failed to make the impact needed. You came here and were pleased with losing. I was actually shocked to see that you won two matches back to back, but I saw why and it was a no brainer: they didn't care to be in that match, or you needed a weapon to win those matches. Two and eight and many opportunities to become a champion or make something of yourself and you couldn't pull the trigger. Don't worry, because while your gun jams up, mine is loaded, and I will pull that trigger and BOOM! A Fall Of The Guard later and you're over the top rope and gone.
DJ Hunter & Kyle Valentine: Now two people that I know will do what it takes to make sure it ends down between themselves. They'll team up, try to eliminate people till they're the final two of the match, and see who wins there. I'm sorry, but it's not your time boys. Am I impressed by The Phantom Troupe? Absolutely. I think you two are future Tag Team Champions. But this isn't the Tag division, this is the battle of the absolute best. You two can try to eliminate me but you won't. I won't let it happen. I need to win this match and I need to become the Tyrant of Project Honor. I like you boys, but my kindness won't be in the match when I dump both of you over the top rope and make sure I'm two steps closer to winning."
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Arriving at the Eddie Merlot's Prime Aged Beef & Seafood Pittsburgh restaurant, Brandon parks in front of the restaurant. Brandon exits his side and walks over to the passenger side of the car, opening it for Stella. "Thank you.". Brandon and her go arm and arm into the restaurant as they get to the lobby where someone at the front greets them.
"Hello! Reservations?"
"Yeah under the name Anthony Roberts miss."
"Let me see….. ah yes! Right this way." She grabs two menus and guides Brandon and Stella to a two person table. He pulls the seat out for Stella and then sits himself. "This is nice.". Brandon states as he looks over and sees Stella still freaking out some. "What?". Brandon asks with a chuckle.
"Oh um… it's nothing. Just um.. still shocked that you agreed to dinner. You know I'm a fan so I thought you would have made fun of me for it."
"Why would I? I was in your shoes before. Hell, I had a crush on a fellow female wrestler myself when I first became a wrestler too. It's natural sometimes so I can't judge. But when you asked, I was kind of taken back because first, I just went through a breakup so I wasn't expecting to go on a date anytime soon. And second, I really never found myself worth people freaking out about. I've seen crowds, seen on Twitter, and seen in streets that people find me a certain way which confused me the most because the only time I cared for that, people didn't find me attractive honestly. I called myself the Based God and Sex Symbol and people looked at me like I was some ugly child. So going now and that change just confused me."
"Well you're chiseled out of stone with a cute face what do you ex-". Realizing what she said, she stops fully embarrassed. Brandon smirks.
"Thank you. But yeah, thank you for asking me. And don't worry about it, I'll pay the bill. Movies and two years in the game gave me a lot of money.". A waitress shows up with two glasses and a bottle of wine. She pours the wine into the glasses and sets the bottle down.
"Alright what do you two wish to order?"
"Yes I'll take a Filet Mignon sided with a baked potato and broccoli."
"I'll do the pasta please."
The waitress writes all this done and nods. "Perfect. Let me know if you need anything.". She walks off as Brandon and Stella picks up their glasses.
"To the night. Let's enjoy it.". The two clink glasses and take a drink each.
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February 17th, 2022
John Blade, ya know what let me spit some bars. Alright. Ha! Yo! Your daughter is a hoe! Ima cover your dreams like I'm snow! Fuck with me, you go from John Blade to John Doe! How the fuck is this entertaining? Anyway John, I'm sure you'll have a lot to say about me, and that's fine, because we're playing chess, and I made the move that beat you already you Eminem wannabe. You can spit your bars over the top rope and land on your ass while I go on and win that match.
Levy, you are a fast runner. Because my oh my you took off like a bat out of Hell when you saw me coming your way. You escaped me one time, you won't do it again. I'm making it my mission that I will kick you as hard as I can in the face and make sure how I toss you can somehow make you go through the announcers table at ringside to which will bring me the sweetest feeling in the world!
Latoya Hixx….. get the fuck outta here hoe. Next!
Hey Logan Burgess, take your zero wins and ten losses headass the fuck up outta here, alright?"
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As time went on, the night got better, even by Brandon's beliefs. Both him and Stella are laughing, drinking their wine, eating their food, and having a good time. "So um Brandon. I have a question."
"What's up?"
"So um, recently you posted a picture of an engagement ring on Twitter. Why's that?"
"You don't think that's for you right?"
"NO! NO! Of course not! T..that is silly!"
Brandon chuckles. "I'm teasing. I found it recently, and um, well it was going to be used to ask someone to marry me. We were young, very young. We started dating in the eighth grade all the way up to when we were eighteen. She was my everything. I remember I was working at some construction company, busting my ass to make the money to buy that ring. Unfortunately, when I got to our apartment that day I bought it, I walked through the door, saw her clothing on the floor, so I didn't think much of it. But, upon further inspection, I found men's pants, underwear, and shoes that did not belong to me, and I immediately knew, but was still stupid enough to go look. I opened the bedroom door and lord and behold, my suspicion was true. She was in bed with someone… my own brother."
"Wait wait wait… you have a brother?"
"Well, I wish I could say 'had' a brother, but yes unfortunately. He no longer talks to the family because of what happened because everyone blamed him. So do I, along with blaming her. I snapped…. I went to the dresser, grabbed my gun, and I was ready to shoot him. My own flesh and blood doing me dirty like that stung. Fortunately for him, he managed to get past me and out the door butt ass naked. She was there trying to say that it was a mistake and it was the only time it happened, coming to find out later that they've been doing that for months now while I was working to buy that ring. I showed her the ring and she immediately started saying yes like I was still going to marry her. I closed the box and I left, ending many years because of her."
"... I'm.. I'm sorry Brandon.."
Brandon wipes his face with his napkin. "It's fine. It's why I am very distant in relationships now. I'm scared to be heartbroken again…. Anyway…. Come on, let's eat.". The two continued eating on.
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February 17th, 2022
"Malachite Minj, here kitty kitty! Um
.. yeah I got nothing. I'll throw some catnip over the ropes and watch you follow."
Bishop. The Deadknight of OWA. The Underwhelming Queen of Project Honor though. I've heard about your go in Omega Wrestling Alliance and God what a monster you are there. Three times OWA Outlaw Champion, leaving bodies everywhere you step, going toe to toe with some of the best in the world: Jason Long, Christopher Sabertooth, Finnegan Wakefield, Scott Oasis, got pinned by Savannah Sunshine though, can't be me, two and O against that bitch. But, I tried looking further into that and found out you retired. It said after a failed shot for the Spartans Championship, you were attacked and it resulted in your knee being damaged to the point you couldn't compete. While I do believe that your knee was in bad shape, I doubt that's why you retired. I believe you retired because you let someone who nobody knew take you out. You couldn't live with it. It ate away in your soul that someone leveled the martial arts sicko mode bastard back to reality. I heard your depression got so bad that you became a drunk, rumor is, an abusive one too. That's all heresy and such, but honestly, I wouldn't be surprised knowing another washed MMA fighter threw hands with his girl because the last time they threw hands with a man they got dropped. But, addiction is a serious problem, something I know too much about, so I give you a round of applause for getting clean. It takes a lot to admit you have a problem and it's something I won't make fun of. But let's talk about why you went into that drunk state: you couldn't get 'cleared'. You know what I find funny about that?
It's how I, someone with a well known medical condition that can possibly lead me to my death before I even hit thirty can get cleared while you couldn't. I'm thinking all that was in your head. You wished they wouldn't clear you because you were scared. You were scared that you couldn't be the man you once were mentally. That you couldn't carry the weight you did in MMA or the small amount you did in OWA and Elite Answers Wrestling. But finally, your mental state finally told you that you're fine, and you came back to wrestling in the OWA. I had to find footage of that Clash Of The Titans battle royal and wait all the way to entrant twenty six for you to come out. And it was a nice reaction, one I saw that surprised you. Maybe because you believed you didn't deserve it. That you believed you were forgotten and I know many people wanted you forgotten. You hobbled to that ring and you went to town. Takedowns, suplexes after suplexes, going toe to toe with the then World Champion and surviving, only to be kicked over the ropes and eliminated. The comeback story was put on hold for another week, huh? Surprised you didn't tear your quad getting back up the big diesel truck that you are. But hey, you were back right? I mean your exit and your return, so similar: you getting dropped and laying on your back for a while, it's like you never left.
But during that walk to the back, I saw that fire in your eyes. I knew you wanted that return to be more than a one off. My question goes: where's that fire now? I see you appear on Fallout and that flame you had when you returned in 2020. Why? Is it because this isn't OWA? Is it because the new competition is catching you by surprise? Is it because you're still not used to the change of scenery that Project Honor produces? After all, how a badass two and four here but fucking killing it in OWA? Maybe it's because you couldn't use your name here to get far? Maybe the fear you receive in Omega Wrestling Alliance doesn't translate into Project Honor because we can see right through the smoke and mirrors you display, old man? Maybe the hype you brought, the hype people kept bringing up of you was just that: words without cause?
Back on track, you return to full time fighting and start racking up some hefty fights, but nothing to be proud of. Sure, you kicked Havoc's ass, but who walked away champion? Honestly, I think at that point, you were just happy to be able to walk away. You knew that deep in your mind, one wrong move and that leg is done for. Some more fights later and here comes the challenge for the title that made you what you are today: the Outlaw Championship. Watched that match over too, and I honestly loved it. I'm a fan of watching two people beat the holy shit out of each other. But damn your ass got knocked the fuck out! Sorry, TKO'd, my fault. But you didn't let that stop you, because you're a true fighter right? You kept fighting and fighting, winning non important matches here and there and finally entered the OWA World Heavyweight Championship Steel Asylum match, that is, if you could win one more match. And you couldn't even do that, could you? You see, before I continue, I already know my win-loss record will be announced, but I'm still a rookie, almost two years in the game. This man is a legend! Baddest motherfucker in the world, right?!?! Why is it when the chips are down, he folds? I still have time to still learn and one day become a major champion, but Michael Bishop time is coming near for him to retire again. Now, back to the subject. You failed to put Jeff X away in enough time to not get attacked and have your throat smashed by a bat, but you got put in either way and you threw that opportunity away too. Let's see what happened after… upset at someone for acting differently, getting beat up, attacked, beat up, put in hospital, carried by a faction, beat up more, fail more and more opportunities for titles. Honestly the story of your life huh? But hey, you finally became Outlaw Champion so you stopped being a disappointment, yay for you!
You had a really good reign as Champion, I'll tip my hat off to you for that sir. But towards the end of your reign, i see where you fucked up. You got complacent. You got too big even for your own head, and you got knocked the fuck out again. But, you were good enough to win it two more times, and got too big headed to lose it two more times. Now, look at you. You sit there and pray that you win this match and then go to OWA and win Clash Of The Titans there. While I don't care about the results of Clash Of The Titans, I care about the Crowning Casino Battle Royal. I care that you think with how lackluster you've been in Project Honor, you're going to flick the switch and win. The only thing that will happen is I'm going to knock your lights out. I'm going to take away one dream of yours when I dump you over that top rope. For all I know, I can be setting the tone for Clash Of The Titans too but eliminating you here, destroying some confidence and watching you slip in that match too. Judging by your career, it would be the first time you disappointed your wife and fans many times over.
God, how can I talk about this punk ass Mikey Hero after that rant? Like I'm way too tired to say anything about this five foot right, hundred sixty three pound walking deformed hangman character. Next!
Ah Mr. Wright. The Noble Champion and kids show host. Honest shit, you're entertaining. But despite that, you're still an obstacle. Now I know you are a champion, and I can respect that, but this isn't about your title, it's about making a decision to mark said territory. While you marked yours that Fallout out, this isn't Fallout, this is the big stage and it's my time to shine. Watching you get thrown over the top rope will help complete the cause, and continue my quest towards immortality.
Nick Danger. Yeah you're zero for three. Get the fuck up outta here."
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Empty plates, half way empty glasses, and full blown smiles between the two. Brandon pulled out his phone and goes on to Twitter. He then takes a picture of Stella and posts it to his page. "Are you taking pictures of me now?"
"A fucking right. Gotta show off something other than my body, you know?". Brandon smirks as he puts his phone away. "I had a good time."
"Really? You did??? I was so nervous that you wouldn't enjoy my company and all that."
"Why's that?"
"Come on.. you know. How I act around you… that I'm twenty one years old and still living with my mom… just me in general I guess."
"Ah, that is nothing for me. I enjoy people for being who they really are instead of someone being someone else. And there's nothing wrong with living with your mom. I'm sure she's a great lady. Shit I bought my first house at twenty two, you got time to make it in this business and do your own thing."
Brandon sits back in his seat. "I do have one more question."
"I have one more answer."
"Were you nervous?"
"Nervous about what?"
"Coming back to Project Honor? I mean you seemed so calm and cool and collected and umm..h..um.. you k-know what I'm trying to say."
Brandon smirks. "I do. And yes, I was. You got to understand, I didn't deserve to be here. I really didn't. What changed from then to now, with me believing I do? I grew up. I knew that acting like a foolish child wouldn't get me far. If I wanted opportunities or even a chance to touch a major championship anywhere I step into, I would have to be a different way. I learned a valuable lesson in handling myself. So, when I finally figured out who Brandon Hendrix is and how to handle myself inside and outside the ring, I knew I was ready. When Indy said I could return whenever I want, I knew I had to make him proud for giving me the opportunity he has. Whether it being a match against Scott Oasis at Night Of Honor, a spot in the Clash Of The Cup Round Robin, or a contract for me to sign when I was ready to return, I knew I had to prove him right about me. Now, I can finally have the wits of myself to do that. As for the return, yeah. I was nervous. I put a lot of pressure on myself to make it this time, and I promised a lot of people I will make it. So I got to fight and fight my heart out till I can't fight no more. And that ends with the dream of becoming Champion."
"Which Championship do you wish to hold? Grand? X-Factor? Warrior Rising?"
"Legacy. That title has… I don't know. It just always talked to me, ya know? I see that title as only the best in the world can hold it. It main evented Night Of Honor for Pete's sake. If I can hold that title, then I know I fucking made it.". As Brandon finishes his sentence, the waitress walks up with the receipt. Brandon pulls out his wallet and hands the lady his card. She walks off and comes back five minutes later with his card and a copy of the receipt he is supposed to sign. After leaving a big tip for the service, Brandon and Stella gather their belongings and head outside. Brandon opens the door for Stella before getting into the driver seat and drives off.
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February 17th, 2022
"Hey Officer Greyfield, take that nightstick and shove it up your ass, huh? It'll probably be the most entertaining thing you've done in your entire life now, wouldn't it? Easy Elimination. Next!
Skylar Ramsay walking in one and zero because of a win over KAYLA? Get the fuck outta here. Easy elimination. Next!
Sonya fucking Benson. Ah, someone who has also become a thorn in my side with Levy. Cold hearted bitch that thinks money can buy anything. It couldn't buy you a win on Proving Ground could it? I mean, did Tara Fenix scare you that much? I know Giovanni and Levy were scared of me and Lexi, but you feared Tara, so you ran. Don't worry though sweetheart, you can run your trust funded ass up that ramp when you're tossed over the top rope and gone from the ring, and money can't buy your safety.
Stella. Hi sweetheart. Listen, while you simp for me, maybe just over the top rope for me too? Thanks.
Lastly, Yuriko. Deathmatch queen without the deathmatches. I know it must be eating you upside that you have to control yourself and not go ape shit with weapons and barbed wire. So, here's what we can do. Let's play a game. I toss you over the top rope, and you go chase Arik Holt with a barbed wire bat till he gives you your deathmatch, mmkay?
All twenty down, but one person left to talk about. This is The Crowning II, the second Casino Battle Royal in Project Honor history. Last year, there was the inaugural Tyrant winner, some of you know him, his name was Shawn Warstein. He won the match and went on to be named the Tyrant of Project Honor. Even secured the Legacy Championship to follow suit. However, the difference between me and him with this will be heart. He won and called himself Tyrant because of ego. I'm doing it for my family, my friends, and my building legacy. And I'll end up the best Tyrant Crown winner around, because that's what it means for my legacy. I'm stepping into The Crowning II knowing damn well what can happen. But on my life, it will take till my heart stops breathing to toss me over the top rope.
I am the Don.
I am the Based God.
I am the Tyrant.
I am Brandon Fucking Hendrix!
And you're the obstacles in the way of curing my obsession. I just hope it isn't too late for some of you."
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Arriving at the hotel, Brandon pulls into a parking spot right by the front door. "Thanks for the ride.". Stella takes off her seat belt as Brandon does the same.
"I'll walk you up.". Brandon takes off his seat belt and both walk into the hotel, pushing the upwards arrow button for the elevator. Both Brandon and Stella enter the elevator and she pushes the button to where her floor is one. The door closes as the elevator goes up. Both look at each other before straight, the awkwardness filling the short contained space before the elevator door finally opens up and Stella leads first, getting to her door as Brandon walks up behind her.
"Here I am. Again, thank you for the evening. I had a lot of fun."
"Yeah, I had a lot of fun too. Maybe there will be a next date. Nothing too crazy though. I know people want their dates out of something of a fanfic in their notebooks. Weirdos."
"...um yeah! Right?!? Anyway see you later Brandon!". Stella quickly enters her hotel room, confusing Brandon. He shrugs it off before entering the elevator and pushes the ground floor. As the elevator goes, he looks at the door, almost seeing a reflection of his mother standing beside him. She gives a smile and a nod of seeming approval before fading away. Brandon nods and the elevator opens. Pleasure was over, now it was time to kick ass.