Post by Brandon Hendrix on Apr 14, 2022 22:43:43 GMT -5
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Following Match versus Levy
I just got hit in the head with a fucking shovel…. TWICE! What the FUCK?! I was walking into that match expecting to destroy this fucker Levy, but apparently getting cracked in the head by a shovel makes it hard to do anything. Still, I dropped him on his neck, climbed out of the cage, and more importantly, I won. I won and I finally put to rest a cancer to my career in Project Honor once and for all. Maybe I would be happy with that. Hell, I should be happy with that: but at last, I'm not. Everything seems…. Off. I'm helped to the trainers when I nearly collapsed walking through the curtain to where management is to communicate with the commentators, camera guys and girls, the officials in the ring, and the ring announcers. My head is ringing, I can only see red….
This fucking sucks.
But I am finally brought to the trainers where they start cleaning my face off, wiping my eyes too so I can see normally. "Fucking hell… that was rough."
Trainer: "It could have been worse. The scar seems to be a decent size one, so you'll have a reminder to never wrestle a shovel on your forehead."
"HAHAHAHHA go fuck yourself."
The trainer laughs before finishing stitching up my head. After taking Peroxide to my wound then giving me the thumbs up, I got up from the chair I was sitting on and left the room, heading to the locker room. I look at some of the superstars, some in disbelief, others jaws dropped to the floor. I raised an eyebrow, walking around before walking to my locker. One of the wrestlers goes to approach me, going to speak, but I stop him from doing so. "Look. I'm sure it's something bad, but right now, I can't deal with depression anymore. I'll find out another day, alright? Thank you.". The superstar, knowing what my reaction will be to the situation, nods and walks back over to his locker. I had too much on my plate right now: I have my two night event for my Fuck Addiction event, I have to train for three days, I have to go get my routine checkup for my heart… I can't have whatever else on my plate right now. I quickly changed into black jeans, black and white Converse shoes, an "The Foo Fighters" t-shirt, and leather jacket over my shirt. I grab a hair tie from my bag and wrap my hair up in a ponytail. I put my wrestling gear into the bag and placed the strap over my shoulder before leaving the locker room. I start walking down the hallway, pulling my phone out to make sure the jet I rented is ready to bring me immediately to Philadelphia. Suddenly….
"HEY!"
I'm shook. My phone drops out of my hands and my heart starts beating really fast. I grip my chest and turn around seeing Stella Jade standing there, a smile wide on her face. "What… the fuck Stella? I prefer not to die today please."
"Sorry babe. Just wanted to surprise you with some news about the next Proving Ground!"
"What? Am I facing anymore whine asses who's upset that I beat them because they suck?"
"Um.. no actually. I just came from Indy's office and it's going to be Cadillac Jackson and TJ Thompson will face you in a tag team match!"
".... Great. Lovely. Who's my partner?"
"Take a guess."
"Emmanuelle?"
"Nope."
"Tara?"
"Nope. She's actually facing Levy at the next Proving Ground."
"Good. He can get his ass beat even more easily. Um.. MYOJIN?"
She giggles. "Nope."
"Alright I give up. Who?"
"Me silly!"
"..........."
Maybe I should have killed myself. "Well? Pretty exciting right?"
"Yeah… full of joy.". I pick up my phone off the ground. "Hey I gotta go catch my jet to Philly."
"For your show right?"
"Yeah. I have to make sure it's good to go."
"Let me come! I got a match there so why not get there and get prepared early?"
"Sure that's fine. Let's go.". I place my phone back into my pocket and pull out the keys to my rental car. I take Stella by the arm and lead her to my car. I open the trunk door and me and her put our bags into the back of the car and then get into the car. I start the car and drive off.
**Two Hours Later**
"Never really been in a private jet before."
"Really huh? It's nothing really special."
"You've been in a lot of them?"
"Yeah. I owned one back then in my movie days and such. Got rid of it when I stepped away from movies for the time being. This was rented so I can get to Philadelphia quickly and easily."
"Ahhh. Are you scared?"
"About what?"
"This event. I mean let's be honest, it's a huge thing. It's your own show, and it's about battling addiction. Are you nervous?"
"...Yeah.". I say running my hand through my hair. "All seriously, I was nervous even sharing that to be honest. Kinda glad I did to be honest. Going through what I did, and knowing what my mentor Angelo went through, I know what it can cause. It can lead to depression, or even death. I wouldn't want that, even on my worst of enemies. If I can even spread a tad of awareness, then I will feel like I achieved something even bigger than a Championship win."
"You'll do great babe. I know you'll run this show amazingly."
"Thank you.".
**Hours Later**
The plane lands at a Philadelphia Airport hangar to which I wake up and look around. I see Stella asleep, curled up in a ball. I stand up, stretching before walking over to Miss. Jade before nudging her. "Hey. Stella wake up.". I nudge her again and she wakes up. She looks around, wiping her eyes.
"Hm? What happened?"
"We landed. Let's go.". She nods and gets to her feet and grabs her bag and both of us then leave the jet. When we exit the jet, I see the limo that's there to bring us to the arena for the show. We hand our bags off before getting into the limo. The driver gets in and drives off, bringing me to another challenge in my life: running my own show.
Recorded ●
Opportunity
"Man… did I think I was going to get this opportunity? No. I mean I can honestly chat about "oh I deserve this opportunity" all I want, freedom of speech yo. But to see Billy Bennett issue the challenge, and no one stopped me from answering the challenge. For a few days, I sat in my house and pondered if I made the right decision. That psycho bitch Billy Bennett, Brandon? After everything you been through in your life, why challenge a demented drugged up disease having mut to a fight that they're more likely to win?
Well, maybe going against the impossible has always been what I succeed at? I mean Jesus Christ, is anyone expecting me to defeat someone who is twelve and two? Hell to the no! Billy Bennett surely doesn't. I'd be surprised if she even spends five minutes talking about me on camera, talking about how I suck, how I have a bad record, and oh how my girlfriend is something of a lesser Savannah probably.
But while you focus on giving my name five minutes of screen time, allow me to give your name all night long of the ugly truth of Billy Bennett: the most OVERRATED WRESTLER IN THE HISTORY OF PROJECT HONOR!
You suck.
Let's be honest on all of this 'hype' you were given. You aren't not that good in the ring. You're just the right guinea pig at the right time. A lab rat used by Arik Holt in all honesty. A lemur that was dosed into Fallout in Arik's lackluster attempt in getting you over as some dominant dog, but horrified by realizing that you can't get over by any terms of the name. Hell, True Society was cannibalized entirely for you to get over, forcing great talent in Christopher "Havoc" Sabertooth, Slade Castle, Julius Foulweather, Syndicate, and even my mentor, Angelo Caito. You were picked over those guys because you were proudly wearing the collar 'Claimed By Arik' that made him pick you, you suck up bitch. You were the only one who acted like the good lil dog you are and rolled over, stuck your tongue out when told to.
But all that changes as you're now at the Brick Wall Status Quo that ends all momentum, and Brandon Hendrix is that brick wall. People were shocked when they found out how hard I'm going into this match because it's only a contender match up and not a match for the title. People forget the hell I've given everyone for less? Nah, this promo is going to eat you ALIVE. This will make you quit when you overlook me and then proceed to lose to me at Public Execution II. Then, we'll be smoking on that Billy Bennett pack for the next lifetime to come.
Keep thinking less of me, keep thinking I'm some punk ass kid that's over his head, and keep thinking you're going to beat me easily Billy. I dare you to do so. Because when you fall to me, you're going to have nineteen thousand fans surrounding you wishing you an unbest in your future endeavors."
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Put My Heart Into It
We're here…. We arrived at the 2300 Arena that hosts my show. I exit the vehicle, staring at the small arena, all my nerves hitting at once. Stella exits the limo behind me and stands at my side. I look down at her and nod before me and she enters the building. I've competed in this building many times, but this time feels really different. Instead of heading to the locker room like I normally would, I head to the main office where the bookers and bosses go. I use the keys given to me when I rented the place out and entered the office. It all hits me at once. The feelings of knowing that one of the greatest wrestling promotions ran from this very office… feels amazing. It's like I can hear it now- the sounds of the fans chanting for wrestling excellence.
I close my eyes, taking everything in along with a long deep breath in, before exhaling it out. I walk over and sit down in the office chair, weirded out as normally I'm standing on the opposite side of the manager's desk, talking to the person in charge. Now, I'm that person in charge.
**Few Hours Later**
".....Welcome to the first step….. of a new beginning."
Recorded ●
Shut The Fuck Up
"Well, glad I can say my dad's in heaven, while yours is suffering in Hell. Heeling? Eh probably, but no matter what, I'll still be the good guy no matter what lies you try pulling up. Just like Elena, just like Levy, we can see through you. Hell, Havoc already exposed you for it. What everyone sees is the meth using, crackwhore that could have the magical touch that many dream of. Stole the Noble Championship from Slade Castle, but knew he couldn't do anything about it because he was a True Society boy, right? You stole the Universal Briefcase from Syndicate, but he couldn't do anything because he was a True Society boy too, right? You stole the Ascension Championship from Alyssa Grace, but she couldn't do anything because she had just faced one of the greatest of all time in Jason Long and one of the best premier athletes in Project Honor in Savannah Andrews and was beaten down horrifically by those two, am I right again? And you stole the Legacy Championship from people who deserve it. And you steal a roster spot of someone who deserves it.
And y'all wanna know what's funny? This slouchy cunt thinks she has friends! Wow! A lazy meth filled barbarian thinks people actually like her? Nah dawg, no one likes you, not even Savannah. You're just being used for their enjoyment, and when you're dried out of any usefulness, I wouldn't be shocked at all when I find you kicked to the curb like the mangled up chihuahua you are. After all, if she abandoned the person she was set to marry, love for the rest of her life, and let him rot in a ditch, do you think her abandonment of you will be any less pitiful? Oh no, it's going to be embarrassing dawg, and I will have front row seats, popcorn in one hand, soda in the other and watch it like it's a piece of cinema in a movie theater.
And while you shit talk about me to an uninterested Savannah, I've been learning new elements to my craft. You see this is an Ultimate Submission match! Your choice, am I right? What you thought would be your 'easiest' win of your career is going to turn into the most sour of losses. And I truly think when you lose to me, you're going to quit. You're going to let your true colours show to the whole company. You're going to leave because you losing to someone like me, who you probably see as some useless cunt, and the entire wrestling world will surround you, and laugh at you right in your face. You're going to suffer a greater humidity than when Havoc put the one in 12-1. Watching one of my best friends beat you down was the best thing I have ever seen before and probably ever will see. Watching you be FORCED to walk these halls in any form in a humbling way is the sweetest sight I'll ever see."
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Finding Out
"Brandon…. He's dead."
"... what do you mean? Who's dead?"
"Angelo… he was killed by Arik Holt."
………
Recorded ●
Fuck..You
AND YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT'S FUNNY?!?! Is that it was mentioned ONE TIME on Fallout and never mentioned again. Jason Long got worldwide media attention, even a fake funeral for himself for his 'death', but for Angelo to be LEGITIMATELY KILLED and all he gets is "why you kill him?" "Eh felt like it" and the person gets a slight pat on the wrist from management and that's it. Management let this slide because he wasn't the main eventer like Jason was, right? In this case, I know I'm getting fired for what I do at Public Execution. Many see Billy Bennett as this mole in Fallout, but I see much more than I need. I see a foot soldier that was handed a rise to the top for blinded loyalty.
If I am being honest, this is the perfect match in all sense. While I wanted anyone else, you make sense. Because I've committed my life to battle the demons that you are. In a short amount of time, you've done what Jason Long, Havoc, Mark Hunter, Emmanuelle, Arata Asakura, and many other all time greats haven't done: you reached a level that only few can dream of. Me? I haven't sniffed real success. My biggest claim to fame is beating past prime Elena DeDraca. Even then, I know how angry that made you.
You wanted to face her because you felt like she was completely wrong about the persona of "Billy Bennett". Oh yeah, Angelo told me about all of your little rants you had about her during the time of True Society. While I wanted to prove I'm more than the guy who can give it his best and take a L to people, you were so personally offended that someone said something you didn't like about you. Gee wiz, it's almost like we're in a business that allows us to come out here and talk shit about each other, facts or fiction to get people buzzing you stupid cunt. Maybe your daddy killed himself as well because of how mentally stupid you are, because of everything that has been said or done to me, do you see me walking backstage all pent up everyday "Oh this person raaaahhh said this about me raaahhhh" while injecting yourself with a dirty needle matching the dirty bitch using it?
You want to be known as some relentless, vigorous warrior that's a breed of your own kind, you're just like everyone else in this world. You bleed the same blood, breathe the same air, and have the same skin too. While yours is a tad more fragile, you're no different from anyone else: egotistical when they've been fed the silver spoon since the very first day. Shit if I had the same support system you had, I would be standing here Ascended Prime Champion AND Legacy Champion. You got over confident, and that was your downfall then. You say you knew someone like Havoc could beat you, but you truly thought differently. You knew you couldn't have lost to him because you're Billy Bennett, right? If the great Jason Long couldn't beat you, what makes anyone think they could right?
But you did lose, and for a brief moment, you were human. And when you roll into Public Execution with the same mindset you gave Havoc, the fate will only be worse."
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In Spite Of Everything You've Done
I… I don't know what to think anymore. I never thought this day would come in all honesty. The one person who I honestly thought would outlive me because of everything he has been through in his life. I never thought I'd be at his funeral, sitting next to his ex wife and two children, listening to them cry as their father is lowered down into a grave. I've always mentioned him as being just my mentor, but only few knew I considered him a father to me. He taught me so many life lessons beyond wrestling, and always answered my phone calls…. Was just… there. Now, he's gone. After the funeral was over, and Angelo was lowered into the ground, I sat down on the nearest bench, closest to his grave. I close my eyes as the tears continue strolling down my face before looking back up, and seeing him stand in front of me. ".... I'm sorry Ryan.."
"Don't be. Just promise me one thing: drop the good guy act and be the ruthless son of a bitch that is going to maul Billy Bennett and Andrew Holt at Public Execution."
"Good guy act? What are you talking about?"
"Let's be honest, they found you amusing for a while, the fans of this business, but the one thing they love more than a hero, is to see a hero fail, fall, die trying. In spite of everything you've done for them, eventually they'll hate you, so why bother?"
"You think this is an act for me Ryan? Is that really the case that you see in me?". I stand up, getting overly worked up as I start pacing around. "Ryan, when you look at me, what do you see? Do you see that twenty two year old that walked into your wrestling school that didn't know a lick of a damn about professional wrestling? Do you see the kid that was so stiff and green his first match, that he broke his opponents eye socket and gave him a concussion from a botched scoop slam? Or do you see the man that stands before you today that made his life about being a professional wrestler that these kids can look up to with pride? That has changed something that was just a job to him into making this what he eats, sleeps, and breathes? ANSWER ME! WHAT DO YOU SEE?!"
".... You wanna know what I see? At first, I saw a kid loaded with all the potential in the world, now I see a man on the verge of his potential."
"Look… I never got to say… Thank you Ryan. For… everything. And that's not just from the wrestling aspect of it…. But everything. For being there when I needed it… for being like a dad to me… I… I don't want to lose you."
"You're never going to lose me Anthony. You are my son, end of story. I'll forever watch over you. I'm proud of you.". I walk over, wanting to hug him, but he vanishes. I look around, before wiping my eyes as I fix my suit and start walking over to my car.
"Anthony! Wait a second!". I stop in my tracks and turn around. Abigail is walking up beside me, with Jack and Lily by her side. "The kids wanted to give you something, to make you feel better.". The youngest, Lily, walks over some and holds out a piece of folded up paper. I take the paper and unfold it, showing a stick figure family. The tallest says "Daddy" as in Angelo, then three smaller ones on the side. One says "Jack", the other says "Lily", and when I read the last name, I nearly choke up. It says "Anthony". I look up at the sky for a second before wiping my face from the tears. I kneel down near Lily.
"Thank you Lily. Thank you Jack. I love it.". I smile as I pat their heads before standing up. I look at Abigail before nodding with a face of determination before walking off to guarantee a victory.
Recorded ●
Bend The Knee
"You underestimated me for the last time. Magic Johnson underestimated Larry Bird and lost. Tom Brady underestimated Eli Manning and lost. I love being underestimated though, cannot lie. I love it because my opponents don't take me seriously, then I force them to take me seriously when they are dropped faster than anything they have ever seen. And I'm not a submission specialist like you are Billy, but that means nothing when you have the heart to not tap out. I might pass out, but I'll never give you the satisfaction of seeing me tap out. This can be just another match for you, but this is what I need to win. If I don't win, then there is no Brandon Hendrix left. Everything I have put work in will be wasted. All the training, all the talk, all the self confidence I finally got myself after years of believing anything I've done is worth it.
Oh, and Andrew, Arik, whoever I don't give a fuck what your name is. I don't care what happens after your match versus Petey, but one day, I will get mine. I promise you, you bald headed FUCK!
Billy, do you know who I am yet? I'm Br- Anthony Roberts. And I'm going to beat you, get my shot at the Legacy Championship, and fulfill destiny. Just hope you can survive to watch me take your throne and watch you bend the knee to the next Legacy Champion."
Unrecorded ■
Training
Ultimate Submission… fuck. I am like a chicken running around without its head on their body. I've been trying to master different submission holds, but none hold true substance to their impact. I sit on the steel steps of the ring I have at my ranch in San Antonio before grabbing my water bottle, taking a drink. I look at my phone beside the steps. I lean over and pick up my phone. I turn my phone on and go into my contacts, going down to the 'M' section before pushing the dial and turning the speakerphone on.
"Fuck you want cunt?"
"Your wife."
"Ha! What's up mate?"
"I need an opinion. I have this submission match coming up and I can't get the grasp of it. I have been trying different submissions to get many in but they aren't working. What should I do?"
"One saying I've heard is "Fear Not The Guy Who Has Ten Thousand Holds, But Practices A Hold Ten Thousand Times". Pick a move, learn the pressure points and angles, and force them to tap out."
"Alright, I understand. Thanks. Good luck with the tag match."
"You know who needs luck?"
"Who?"
"Savannah with that humpty dumpty fucker."
I chuckle a bit. "Sounds about right. Catch you later."
I hang up the phone before setting it back down on the floor near the stairs. I stand up and looks at the mirror, and in the reflection is mom and dad on one side, and Angelo on the other. Angelo and my parents look at each other then looks at me again, all three nodding at myself before vanishing. I look down at the steps before slapping myself in the face and yells before entering the ring to spar with my sparring partner.
**At Public Execution**
Mere moments away from the opening of the show with me versus Billy, and I'm at the curtain, waiting for my cue to go out as Stella walks up to me.
"Hey, you want me to go out there with you?"
I shake my head. "I have to do this myself. And, Billy is something unpredictable, and I don't know what I'd do if you got hurt."
"Okay… I'll be back here cheering you on. You got this. Go kick her ass."
I smirk and nods. Suddenly "In My Zone" kicks in as I slap my face and yells before bursting through the curtain for my entrance.