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Roleplay Boards => Climax Control Roleplays => Topic started by: brandonhendrix on January 23, 2026, 11:28:50 PM
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(Replay of Inception fades into the screen. The scene shows LJ Kasey right after winning his brutal Dog Collar match, celebrating with his wife…. Only for his night to turn sour. The Spear, the reveal, the monster underneath the mask was Brandon Hendrix. A powerbomb to the outside of the ring, a chokeslam through the announcers table, Spear through the barricade, and finally a MAFIA to the floor below their very feet. Destruction followed suit of Brandon’s return to SCW after his initial retirement tweet, but not to Brandon, but looks to be the entire SCW is in his wake of destruction. The scene from Inception ends with Angelo Caito holding Brandon Hendrix’s arm in victory. Now, the first chapter of the new era of dominance and destruction comes to us in a brand new way: welcome to the Era Of Hendrix.)
{Chapter One}
Angelo Caito: “Ladies and Gentlemen. As the mentor and manager of the monster known as Brandon FN Hendrix, the time has come to witness exactly who this man has become when I awoke the beast. Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, Brandon Hendrix.”
(The chapter starts within the compounds of a home gym, where the returning beast Brandon FN Hendrix is on the bench, bouncing over five hundred pounds off his chest into the air before down on his chest with little to no hesitation. Beside him is his mentor Angelo, who's watching his student working hard in the gym.)
Angelo Caito: “When you all look at this man, what do you see? A tall man with big muscles that is good in the ring but could never be the main one? Never be the last face you when that show fades to black? The face of the company? Come on now, you silly fools. This man wasn't trained by me, a Hall Of Fame wrestler, to be anything less but the main event every single night. Professional wrestling ruined this man's confidence when he was booked against absolute waste of time. He deserves better than Bill Barnhart. And he especially deserves better than the Roulette Championship. So, with that being said, you must wonder why this killer would attack LJ Kasey of all people right? Though I feel like we should not give you an answer to that as it is the matter between me and Brandon, but I'll be generous and give a half decent answer. LJ Kasey has been labeled as a promising upstart wrestler in SCW. He gathered some wins under his notch and he's being called the future by those in the higher ups of SCW. That's bullshit and everyone knows it. Everyone knows that Brandon Hendrix is the Undisputed Future and Face of SCW, so I had to remind Brandon that him being this so called “goody too shoes” wasn't getting him anywhere. He didn't win his first and only World Championship by being a good guy, he did it by being the Greatest Of All Time. I had to drill it into his skull that he is the Greatest Of All Time, but also that he doesn't need SCW, but SCW needs him.
So when it came to his contract, I negotiated with the boss man himself that Brandon Hendrix is worth every penny of the multi million dollar contract he has now, he’ll be getting paid more than the roster while working less than them. So a when he signed that dotted line, he was given till Inception to return, and he controlled when he returned how. So when he heard about LJ Kasey, he picked him to make his message clear. It's not personal kid, you were the target of a business attack. Brandon wanted the world to remember exactly who he is and what he's capable of. He went and destroyed LJ Kasey, and left that man in a hospital bed, hell possibly ended his career. Which let’s be honest will be the best case scenario for him because if he was to return, he’d return and make it personal with my student, Brandon Hendrix. LJ Kasey, you do not want that at all. Because if you want to make it personal, Brandon will make it very personal. Hey Brandon, did you hear who's going to be at the show?”
Brandon Hendrix: “Why the fuck should I care?”
Angelo Caito: “LJ’s wife.”
(Suddenly Brandon stops lifting as the weight is on his chest. He slowly raises the bar up and places it on the rack. Hendrix sits up and looks at Angelo.)
Brandon Hendrix: “That so? What will she be there for?”
Angelo Caito: “Oh to give an update on the condition of LJ Kasey after what you've done to him at Inception.”
(An evil smirk creeps slowly on from Brandon's lips.)
Brandon Hendrix: “Good. I think we should definitely watch this. I can't wait to hear about his condition.”
Angelo Caito: “Before you do that, you have to go through this Ciarán Doyle fellow. Five foot eleven and one hundred and sixty seven pounds.”
Brandon Hendrix: “And yet another victim. Ciarán let me explain something to you. This match isn't some spotlight of hope that people will take you seriously as a wrestler. This match is to collect another body to the trophy case of irrelevant men that think they stand a chance at greatness. You're seeking belief that you are better than me, but I'm going for your neck.”
Angelo Caito: “Calm down there, Brandon. Let me handle this curtain jerker, you go and work out. We need that vocal to be ready for your meeting about your upcoming title shots. Ciarán Doyle, let me get you up to speed on what this man has done inside a professional wrestling ring. In a battle royal, he hoisted a man up in the air, powerbombed him to the outside, and paralyzed him. The man? Self deleted himself because of it. Brandon had his heart stopped in the middle of a match, a world championship match, and he sat right up and won the fucking title. He was stuck in a cryochamber and a lightning strike brought this big mean son of a bitch back to life. He's done more and been through more than any wrestler wants to admit, but when he was all smiles and high fives, SCW, its wrestlers, management, and the fans all took this man for granted. They expected him to accept scraps and smile and thank the world for being given the opportunity! Does that sound good to you, Ciarán? It might to you because all you want in life is to be given the chance at being a part of something decent because all you will ever be is decent at best.
But this upcoming match will be the greatest thing you've ever been a part of, kid! You see, you were hand selected by the man who decides who faces who to be the very lucky crash dummy for a hungry beast. You were hand selected to be thrown around, mauled, and victimized by Brandon Hendrix. You at one hundred percent will not be able to handle the massacre that is coming your way. Six foot five, two sixty five of pissed off man is coming for your head to be planted above his fireplace. And again, this is happening because it is business, not personal. But don't be trying to take liberties in this match or else Brandon will take liberties with your life.”
(Brandon looks at Angelo before the camera.)
Brandon Hendrix: “I'll make your mom bury her son, fucking try me.”
Angelo Caito: “Does he look like he's bluffing? Does he look like he's telling jokes anymore? He's not. This is where you're hurting yourself, you're not taking this as seriously as you're supposed to be. You should be scared. You should be concerned, you shouldn't even show up. You should stay home Ciarán so your family doesn't put your body below six feet of dirt. Brandon, we have to go. We don't get paid to talk for too long. You have a match to dominate and we have an update to look forward to.”
(Brandon stands up from the bench, and approaches the camera, towering the camera.)
Brandon Hendrix: “Long gone is The Heart And Soul. Long Live The Monster.”