Post by Brandon Hendrix on May 26, 2022 21:54:13 GMT -5
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For You
Doing Disturbed Territory was tough for me mentally. Finding out before my match in Gates Of Hell that was all on my mind leading up and going into the match. I'm even surprised I managed to last a good while in that match. I wasted no time leaving the arena, tears again strolling my cheeks, trying to stop myself from straight out bawling my eyes out.
**The Following Day**
Thankfully, Abigail agreed on the location of where he gets buried with me. In the Forest Lawn Memorial Gardens South in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, there I stand in front of three graves: one for Rebecca Roberts (mom), David Roberts (dad), and Ryan Marchetti (mentor/father figure) with tears again strolling down my cheek. Before Public Execution, I guaranteed a win over a top champion in Project Honor in a Thirty Minute Ultimate Submission match. Lost 2-0 and didn't even finish the time limit before the referee deemed me unable to compete. I failed them… I failed them when I was alive, and I did it again when they are in the afterlife. I started crying…. I couldn't fucking handle it. My head lowered and I cried and cried like never before, but that's when I feel two hands on my shoulders. I look up and behind me to see two of my best friends in professional wrestling and life behind the scenes: multiple time World Champion of Project Honor, OWA, and many places elsewhere in Christopher Sabertooth and a former World Champion and one of the baddest motherfuckers alive in Michael Bishop. I wipe my face before turning around and look at both of them. "How did you know I was here?"
"Where else would you be? You're not as unpredictable as you think you are." If only they knew what I almost did to myself. If I tell them… I'm scared of the consequences.
"Um.. yeah. Guess I'm not."
"You've been sulking the past few days. Look, we understand what you're going through and are here if you need it." I stare at them both, wiping my eyes before nodding.
"Thanks… there's only one thing that will make it better. One thing I have to do, and do it myself. If I can't do this, then might as well just call it quits then. Chris, Mike, wish me luck." I turn my body around and start walking off. "I'm sure I'm going to need it."
Recorded ■
Hello MYOJIN
"Hello MYOJIN. Can I start this off by saying thank you? Thank you for accepting my challenge and thus giving us Brandon Hendrix versus MYOJIN for the X-Factor Championship! Now, let me get into part of the promo where I give you all the praise in the world: you're fantastic! For someone who was only doing this for a year before they joined Project Honor to be the longest reigning champ in the company history, two hundred and forty plus days to be exact! Forty plus more days than Havoc and two hundred and thirty plus days longer than Joseph Blaze title reign! You're incredibly talented and most definitely a future Grand Champion like everyone has been saying about you for a year. Here now is your turn with me. Go ahead and repeat everything ever said about Brandon Hendrix. Go ahead and tell me how I was "publicly executed" at Public Execution like Emmanuelle did. Tell me that I was bitched out by that bitch Stella Jade at Disturbed Territory. Go ahead and call me a cry baby, along with making a "Cry Baby Hendrix" shirt as well. Call me all brawn and no brain. Say you're going to use your speed to beat me. Say you're going to use your athleticism to beat me. Say you're going to use your "big match" experience to beat me. Go ahead, take the mic home with you too so you can practice it so much so you can say it in a more original way. Nah go ahead, it's what everyone loves to have me beaten so easily. Just ask Billy Bennett. Ask Mark Hunter. Ask Emmanuelle. It's what was said to me by those stars before beating me, so go ahead! I'm sure it'll put you at twenty eight wins and put you against Alyssa Grace to unify both brands' titles. I mean, I'm sure that's their plans, seeing they absolutely want you to face Alyssa Grace for the Championship. And I know you want it too, kinda like how you wanted the Grand Championship, ye? Oh fuck, you lost that. I mean, you technically won since you kept the X-Factor Championship, but got pinned back to back. You became Meek Mill, and they Drake'd you as they dissed your ass Back To Back and you failed to win the Grand Championship as Swindle Shelldrake pinned you. Then with a sudden addition of the next person to get a Legacy shot, you got pinned by Arata Asakura mere moments later.
Then what happened? Ladies and gentlemen, MYOJIN started the "oh I'm so so sad but I will prevail" campaign on Twitter that they say in a Tweet: "I don't want a pep talk Emmy. I don't want to hear "oh you did your best" or "maybe next time". I just want to be alone." I left out the boring shit from that tweet but it got you feeling sorry for yourself and people letting you. Why? Because you're MYOJIN? Because you're some big star? I know my peasant-like opinion means so little to you, but I think you're just a self righteous cunt that's overrated, but nobody else is going to think that because of who truly challenges you. You're looked at as a God when challenged by the likes of Kyle Valentine, TJ Thompson, Lil Petey, and so on. Or even when you win big tag matches because your partner is why you win like Emmanuelle, Swindle, Ozymandias, and so on because we've seen when they are on the opposite side of the ring against you, well, you're always the one to fall to them, am I right? Let's go back to your past matches and see what I'm talking about. Caden Young. A nobody who you managed to beat in your very first match. Again, who? A tag match against fucking Dickie Watson, fuck that asshole, and Jason Terrance, another nobody. Two and zero against nobodies and overrated assholes. God you're on a roll!
…… Jesus Christ they're are too many matches, here let me give a short story of it all. You faced plumbers and electricians, lost to some plumbers and jobbers, lost your first shot at the Grand Championship at BloodBath 2020, boy I'm sure you were playing the pity game there and was ready to tell someone "I need time and a few days to be okay" as well then. Lost a tag title match to James Raven and Shawn Warstein. Hahahaha God that must be absolutely shit looking back at now. I'm looking through twenty four matches in and absolutely no success to be proud of. The art of MYOJIN was not the Picasso you pictured it to be. But finally, in your twenty fifth match, you got your big break. Night Of Honor Week Two. Defeating Lance Williams in a thirty minute Iron Man match to secure the X-Factor Championship. Your first and so far only Championship here in Project Honor. You've kept that title, defeating the likes of Cadillac Jackson, Kyle Valentine…… not impressed? Me either. Casanova English……… still not? So it's not just me? Swindle Shelldrake via COUNT OUT! Your biggest challenge for the title and you couldn't even get to beat him with a pin or Submission? At this point, I have truly questioned the actual importance of your reign. Two hundred and forty plus days as X-Factor Champion and you've done bare minimum to consider it anything other than average. I'm not going to lie to you like everyone else will because I'm not an ass kisser like those people are. You can have a year-long reign as X-Factor Champion, but if that was your reign's legacy to that point, then I would consider it the biggest bust in Project Honor history. But, at last, you managed to redeem your reign and pinned Asakura in the first fall, which was the X-Factor fall and kept your title. The biggest moment of your title reign came at that ppvs main event and came with who you pinned. You pinned the then Grand Champion. If only that fall was the Grand fall, am I right? Think how monument that would be! Because for the split second, you'd be the first ever X-Factor and Grand Double Champion in Project Honor history! But you FAILED! You FAILED to achieve it. You're going to sit there, blast me for failing my goals when you failed the biggest one of your entire career. You're going to sit there and blast me, talking about "you never had a shot at the Grand Championship so you don't know what it's like!". Yeah, I don't know what it's like because Project Honor management will never let me know what it's like. They screwed me at Public Execution by allowing that referee to, with no cause or reason, end the match with FOUR MINUTES LEFT! They know that in four minutes I would have forced that drugged rat bitch to tap out three times, but they didn't want me to compete for the Legacy Championship at all. Hell, I'm surprised they made this for the X-Factor Championship because they want to protect you and your title reign up until you face Alyssa Grace. This is the same case with Elena DeDraca. The same FUCKING CASE! I'm here to LOSE TO THE PERSON SO THEY CAN HAVE MOMENTUM FOR OTHER SHIT! THIS IS BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT BULLSHIT BULLSHIT!!!"
Everything goes silent. Not a peep from me before I start to chuckle some.
"You'd honestly think after proving myself over and over again against all obstacles I'd get treated with more respect from everyone? My peers know what I have gone through both mentally in the ring and in my life and you'd think overcoming it all would gain me respect. Nope. I get treated like I went out and killed someone. I get treated worse than a racist on Twitter does. I get treated worse than fucking Valkyrie did when we banished that bitch to the Wrestling Gulag. And why? Because I'm not like you, MYOJIN or people like you. Yes men who do what they're told no matter how bullshit it is. Not me. I know my worth and my abilities. In my first year, I became a millionaire. Now another year later, add two more zeros and show I'm in a different mode. I know my worth to this business now because of my failure. Yeah, I could have pulled the same shit you did: cry and moan and bitch about not feeling good about it, but I got right back to work. And all that motivated me to believe in myself and I fucking do. No more "is this good?". Nah fam, I'm on that Big Dick Energy type beat. I'M ON THAT FUCK EVERYONE TYPE BEAT! And if you all try stepping up and getting in my way and so help me God I'll do to you what Depp should of did to Heard and beat your ass to the ground beyond bitch."
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Brandon… You ___________ The Father!
Today is the day I truly find out if Raelynn is my daughter or not. The past week has been… strange, but entertaining. At first I was nervous about this entire situation of being a father at twenty four, but it's been the funniest part of my life lately. Growing a bond with her, watching her laugh and giggle warmed my heart. I'm nervous… because I want it to say I am the father. Driving down in my Lexus LX with Raelynn in the backseat in her booster seat on our way to the DNA Diagnostic Center in Irving, Texas. A song has finished playing that she was singing along with. "Okay what song do you want to listen to now?"
"Baby Shark!"
"Baby Shark again? We listened to the song like three hundred times today!"
"Please daddy!!!" I don't know what it is, but hearing her call me that melts my heart. I sigh, giving in.
"Okay okay." I lift my phone up from the charging port and go to Spotify. I get off the "Brandon Hendrix Podcast" profile and go to the search engine and the first option is "Baby Shark". I push play and set my phone back on the charger.
🎵🎵 "Baby shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.
Baby shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.
Baby shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.
Baby shark!
Mommy shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.
Mommy shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.
Mommy shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.
Mommy shark!
Daddy shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo." 🎵🎵
While the song plays, Raelynn is in the background singing along, giggling as she does. The four hour and forty eight minute drive before finally arriving at the facility. I exit from the driver side before walking to the back driver side door and opening the door. I unbutton her seat belt and lift her out of the vehicle before setting her on the ground. She grabs ahold of my hand as we walk into the facility. We walk up to the receptionist, a young blonde female.
"Hello sir, how can I help you?"
"Hello. My name is Anthony Roberts and I'm here for the DNA results."
"Let me check…… ah yes Mr. Roberts. Go to room 210."
"Thank you." I let Raelynn go in front of me as we made it to the assigned room. We wait a little bit until the doctor walks in.
"Mr. Roberts. How are we doing today?"
"Doing good. Nervous about the results."
"Understandable. Now before I share the results, what are you hoping for?"
"Honestly sir, I want the results to say that I am the father. I've prayed to God for that to come true."
"Well Mr. Roberts, with the case of Raelynn Roberts… you…" He opens the orange envelope and pulls out the paperwork. "....... congratulations you are the father."
I couldn't handle myself as I scoop Raelynn up in my arms into a hug. Finally……… after so long…… I have happiness. After everything I've been through, I'm finally getting the happy story everyone brags about. I shake the doctor's hand and carry Raelynn out of the clinic. I put her back in her seat and buckled her up and I got into the driver seat. "So Raelynn. Where do you want to go eat?"
"Chuck E Cheese! I have never been!" I look into the GPS and see it's a two hour drive. I then look up in the rear view mirror and see her pleading puppy dog look. Again, got me wrapped around her little finger.
"Alright alright. We'll go." She playfully cheers and claps her hands as I start driving off. Once again, blasting the bloody Baby Shark song for the ENTIRE trip. Hey, what we do for our kids, right? We arrived at Chuck E Cheese and saw it's not packed but busy enough. Just in case, after I set her on the ground out of the car, I go into the trunk and grab my sweatshirt and ball cap. One of the absolute crappiest things of being a celebrity is everyone thinking they're owed a picture or something for being "fans". I put the shirt on and the ball cap and headed inside. Raelynn looks around, nearly jumping off the ground in excitement. I walk up to the card machine and put a good amount of money on the card for her to go and play as many games as she wants. I walk around with her, watching her get on all the different games and having the absolute time of their life. As we're heading to another machine, I'm suddenly bumped into from behind me by a couple of people not paying attention in front of them, causing me to lose balance and my hat falls off. I stand up, and now my worst fear, I'm getting recognized by people.
"Hey that's Brandon Hendrix!" Now people start surrounding me, begging for autographs and pictures. Raelynn starts getting scared is when I have enough.
"I'm sorry. No pictures or anything. Come on darling." I take her hand and start walking towards the entrance, but they get in front of us. They start shoving phones and papers to sign in my face, which only pisses me off more. That's when I snap. "ENOUGH! Don't you people see me out here with my daughter?! Don't you have any manners or common sense to not bother someone on their day off when they're with their families? Or are you all too brain dead to think of that? Huh? Which is because this is exactly the shit that causes wrestlers not to want to interact with fans. No move out of the way and leave us alone." I brush past people, not letting go of my grip of Raelynn as someone speaks up.
"Hey we're your fans! You're supposed to treat your fans how they treat you!"
"My fans?" I let out a chuckle. "Please. Answer me this: if you all are my fans, why do I get booed by "my fans"? Why when I get attacked by everyone on Twitter for doing my job, no fans are on my side, yet the side of others? I thought so. As far as I'm concerned, all of you are fake fans. Now excuse me." I take my daughter and leave the Chuck E Cheese. I put her in her seat and closed the back passenger door before leaning against the side of the car. I struggle to calm myself back down as I take deep breaths before getting into the car. "Hey sweetheart, we'll go another time, okay? How about we go home and order a pizza?"
"Okay daddy."
"Okay. Let's go home." I pull out of the parking spot and head home. Time to work, again.
Recorded ●
Thee X-Factor
"I was asked why I didn't mention you at all wheneverI go on Twitter like the rest do, and trust me, it was by design. I wasn't going to do what the rest do and allow you to catch a feel of what I am going to say. Instead I wanted you to think of it. I wanted you to sit there MYOJIN and wonder if I would come with something good to say, or come with something bad to say. Maybe you letting that shadow you have casted over yourself from SSW and OWA is why you allowed yourself to fail? Maybe the "Golden Dawn" is why you failed? Hey, that reminds me. Ladies and gentlemen, they failed to prove they're the best in that group. Failed. You failed to reach the level that Arata reached, even after your obvious betrayal of the group. You wanted it all. You wanted the world, only to settle for a chunk of land. You never, and never will become Grand Champion. You will never become the face of the company. Where you're located is where you will stay because you lack the killer mindset needed to make it big. You settle on being laid back and biding your time. I used to, not anymore. Me waiting for my turn costs me opportunities at Championships that I yearn for. A title opportunity that I have busted my ass harder than anyone else MYO. You got to define your career with that title while I had to define mine by beating a former Legacy Champion. I'm the reason Elena DeDraca is GONE. I'm the reason she's never, ever, coming back again. And what's fucked up is you've in the locker rooms have tried to discredit my win. You've ignored something big as it was just another win over Earl Boyden. You single handedly tried ruining MY moment because you never got yours! You're a fraud piece of shit that wouldn't be standing here in this conversation if it wasn't for everyone around you.
You needed everyone around you in order for the 'MYOJIN' name to be relevant in wrestling! You needed Arata Asakura and so on to be known as anything other than "just another wrestler". I had nobody be the reason MY NAME is out there. I had myself and myself only. I had to put on the performances myself, not someone carrying me. I don't need to brag about carrying a title for almost three hundred days of a boring ass reign to be relevant, I do that everytime I pick up a microphone. And I don't need to go on Twitter and claim my desire for something, I come to this ring and take it. And with all that talent, and all that charisma, you lack the ruthless aggression to put someone down permanently. I rather keep kicking you in the skull and making sure you don't walk again.
And I will do that to you for that Championship. What would be a better way to continue the rise of Brandon Fucking Hendrix by ending the shame of "The Fallen Star" MYOJIN? I know how dangerous you are, but ask yourself this when you sit at home and place that X-Factor Championship in your lap: do you not take me seriously? What a stupid question, considering I know you'd set yourself to lose your title if you did. No other me has gotten to the level others placed me on: myself. ALL THIS YOU SEE MYOJIN IS ME!
I AM THAT MOTHERFUCKER! EVERYTHING I GOTTEN WASN'T BECAUSE I PLAY PRETEND! THIS IS ME MYOJIN! THIS IS MY ENTIRE LIFE! THIS IS WHAT I GREW UP WATCHING AND WANTING TO BE MY ENTIRE LIFE! ANYTHING HAPPENS, YOU GOT HERE, I HAVE NOWHERE IF SHIT GOES SOUTH!
And you have many other places where people can take you in because you're MYOJIN. Because we know when you lose to me, you're going to dip. You're going to dip like you wanted to when Swindle Shelldrake pinned you at Disturbed Territory and called you a joke. next for his comments on you. After all, I'm sure it bothered you when he called you a joke and not worth his time. Does it bother you, MYOJIN? Having someone who's now held in a higher regard tell you that you're a joke, that you don't deserve to be a champion? Think how it feels when you try to do that to any of the newer guys here? You've tried it with me. Difference is I've been through that spill already, and my skin has grown tougher to it so it wouldn't affect me like it would anyone else getting their up and coming in PH, but the fact you still would try it shows how much of a cliche you are as a wrestler.
You're going to call me a disappointment and try to list off my failures. List off I promised my dead parents I would beat Billy Bennett and failed. Tell them I lost in Gates Of Hell. Tell these people I lost to Mark Hunter and every other big challenge I had. Go ahead, because I'm still not the biggest disappointment in the room. YOU take the cake with that title. I came in and nobody expected me to be good. I came in as a decent talker, which everyone expected me to be. You came in with a bullseye on your head if you didn't meet your expectations. People destined you to be a top company Champion but you were a disappointment. Every chance you got at the Grand Championship, you became the biggest choke artist disappointment I have ever seen. Your family is disappointed in you! Your friends are disappointed in you! Your fans, your colleagues, even your own pets are disappointed in you. You retire now, you wouldn't go into any Hall Of Fame but make it first class in the Walk Of Shame with your own shooting star plastered on that sidewalk!
I have waited far too long for a legitimate chance at a Championship in Project Honor because I have continuously been overlooked and undervalued by General Managers for far too long for the likes of undeserving cunts with name value. If people can see a known star on a poster, get more fans and more money, that's all they care about. Not the people that work harder than the lazy ones who get the spotlight. Watch, if Swindle versus Bennett wasn't a match on the show, then management would of moved the Battle Fucking Royal up to prevent their HOTTEST STAR BRANDON FUCKING HENDRIX FROM EVER MAKING A MAIN EVENT! Two years of grinding. Two years of my blood being infused with wrestling rings. Two years of my sweat dripping off my body after exhausting myself with a match. Two YEARS of my tears being shed from my eyes because I was THAT DAMN CLOSE TO MY DREAMS! TWO YEARS OF NOT KNOWING IF I OR MY OPPONENT DOES A MOVE AND MY HEART GIVES OUT AND I DROP TO THE MAT, MY LIFE SLOWLY DRAINING BEFORE EVERYONE'S EYES MYOJIN! I CALLED YOU OUT TO CREATE MY LEGACY! AND I'LL BE DAMNED TO HELL IF YOU ARE THE REASON MY LEGACY REMAINS BURIED BEFORE IT STARTS!
When I made the call out, I got a poster of you MYOJIN with the X-Factor Championship on my wall in my gym for motivation. Every time I mess up a move, I stare at that poster and tell myself that fucking up won't win me that X-Factor Championship. To beat you, I have to be absolutely perfect in what I do, or else I'm bound for failure MYOJIN. But after Proving Ground, I get great pleasure in ripping that poster of you down off the wall and replacing it with one of me with that title over my shoulder.
You clowned someone on Twitter before for using a Eminem quote, well here's one that fits this situation.
"You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me You'll never STOP me, I'm TOP speed as you POP me"
Quit thinking you know me dude, because you don't know what the fuck I've been through, and you wouldn't dare walk a mile in these shoes because you wouldn't last. Thinking you out classed me because you're "MYOJIN". And you'll notice that I keep saying that because that'll be one of your excuses to me: "I'm MYOJIN and you're a nobody ha ha haaaa". Your name does not save you in our match, only makes it more difficult for you to survive.
And at the end of that match MYOJIN, you will feel your world crumble when that official counts your shoulders to the mat for the three count. Your life will seem to be over when the official hands me the Project Honor X-Factor Champion. And you will want this night to be over when the ring announcer says "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! YOUR WINNER AND NEEEEEEEWWWWWWWW PH X-FACTOR CHAMPION OF THE WORLD……"
A moment of silence starts before Brandon continues speaking.
"Brandon.
Fucking.
Hendrix.
And it's going to eat you inside when that is announced that you were once again a loser in a big time match. Keep it warm for me. Oh yeah, I'll make sure to wipe your crocodile tears off it afterwards. See you on Proving Ground."
I chuckle as the feed ends.
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Proving
To say I'm nervous is an understatement. A big match always gets me in my nerves, but I cannot show it. But, the match itself isn't what scares me, it's the consequences for what happened at Chuck E Cheese. What I said to the fans, could have serious repercussions. I already seen on all social media a video of what I said go viral and get negative reviews from it. On the titantron, it's showing a match graphic for my match versus MYOJIN. His graphic goes up first to a butt load of cheers, and when mine goes up, it gets a load of boos. I hear the boos, and it fills my head with anger. I lower my head as Angelo's voice fills my head with the quote he told me.
"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?"
I look up and stares into a mirror, and it's a reflection of my old self. We stare at each other before he speaks.
"Come on Brandon, are you surprised? You were born to be a bad guy. No fan cares about our family dying, or the fact that you tried committing suicide. They want you to say their name positively, not call them out for the blood leaches they are. They will suck the life out of you. You were better off not needing crowd support for your own goals. Cut them off before it's too late."
My younger reflection fades away as I'm now staring at my current self in the mirror. I stare into my eyes and I see the doubt in my eyes. If I turn, does all those fans I fight for to keep fighting for their lives in the hospital think I turn on them? I don't know what to do. My train of thought ends as "In My Zone" kicks in to boos, but at least I can hear cheers as well. I sigh before walking over and picking up my hammer before bursting through the curtain to compete.