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[Off Camera: Following The Segment]
(Brandon walks through the back of the curtain after his Segment following Into The Void, and this the first time that the other wrestlers and crew members see the aftermath of that match in person. Brandon looks around at the silent gorilla position before slowly walking past everyone till he is met by his mentor and father figure, Angelo Caito. Angelo looks at Brandon and shakes his head.)
Angelo Caito: How is Raelynn handling the….. look change?
Brandon Hendrix: About as well as a daughter would seeing her dad look like raw ground beef. You haven't spoken to me since the event, are you here to tell me that you told me so?
Angelo Caito: No, figlio mio. If I wanted to tell you that, I would have already and not asked about Lil Rae. Jesus look at you, kid. Your face is cut to the point that nobody in a lineup could pick you out of. Your chest looks like you had your heart ripped out, your back is demolished from the disc and that sledgehammer shot. Your calf was cut so deep, it almost ripped into your tendon! Do you not see that you're once again in that mindset that you need to show up no matter if you're beaten half to death, or even on the brink of death?
Brandon Hendrix: Then what should I do?
Angelo Caito: Go back to the part time work I agreed with SCW to give you?
Brandon Hendrix: Part time doesn't win championships, Angelo. It barely gets me opportunities against other main eventers. This mindset made me dangerous in OWA, hell made me the World Champion there.
Angelo Caito: It also stopped your heart from beating multiple times over, and put you in a month long coma. You're smarter now then you were the times all that happened to you. Did you also forget that you going this alone and on your own plan didn't work from 2020 to 2024? But in 2025, under my word, you win big? Come on Brandon, you listen to me once more and I promise you that I will guide you to the promised land. You have my word, son.
(Brandon stares at Angelo for a moment before nodding. Angelo nods back and pats Brandon on a safe part of his back and walks with Brandon to his locker room, going over the game plan for the tag match in the main event.)
[Off Camera: After The Tag Team Main Event]
(Brandon is tossing things around in his locker room, heated over the situation that occurred in the tag team match.)
Brandon Hendrix: Angelo, I swear to God you better let me go and sort this bitch out.
Angelo Caito: Absolutely not. They can suspend you for what I know you're planning to do to Cyrus and it's not worth it.
Brandon Hendrix: That dumb fuck kept letting himself get pushed into me. One time? Whatever. But over and over again? It's like you're asking for it to keep happening. That stupid motherfucker had one job and he couldn't do it! Now I'm going to go and air that mother-
(Brandon is cut off as a crew member enters his locker room.)
Brandon Hendrix: You got five seconds to say why you're in here or else they will carry you out in a body bag.
Crew Member: General Manager Evelyn Hall has asked me to tell you that her order is that on the next episode of Climax Control, you will go one on one against Cryus Riddle.
(Brandon stares at the crew member, and that sick and twisted smile forms on his face. He then placed his arm around the man and pats his chest.)
Brandon Hendrix: Best news I got all week. Good work, kid. Now, scram while I'm in a good mood.
(The crew member hurries out of the room while Brandon turns to Angelo.)
Brandon Hendrix: I'm going to burn the fucking world to the ground, and it starts with Cryus.
(Brandon chuckles as Angelo nods to him slowly as Brandon and Angelo discuss more about the upcoming match.)
[On Camera: Battle Lines Have Been Drawn]
“The words of a man carry so little from the mouth of a mere human walking the earth, but those with the position that we carry have the voice that spreads throughout all of the soil, water, hell, to the core of the earth, so listen to my words, Cyrus. This isn't the skip ahead of the line that you are seeking. You had one hell of a performance versus Carter, but I've been giving those for ten years straight while you were fighting for your fucking life in the minor leagues, boy. This year is thirty nine years alive on this earth and the one thing that your mother and father couldn't teach you nearly four decades ago was do not step on the toes of someone you have no business messing with. In that tag match, I was trying my hardest to get my revenge on Miles and Carter for continuing to call me a coward when I proved that I was not nor ever been a coward, you couldn't even hold the fucker still. And your stupidity made me react and now, I got a count out loss against the World Heavyweight Champion when I wanted that win against the World Heavyweight Champion. And of course, you fucking up and forcing me into that unnecessary fight, they will use that as all the reasons in the world to call me a coward till the day I die. So thank you for fucking everything up for me, you worthless shit. I just got done with distractions in my career and now you want to add on to that.
I'll be God Damned.
I'll be damned if anymore waste of lives keep interfering in me trying to get my right and my destiny. You cost me a chance at destiny, and that comes with karma. Karma comes in all shapes and sizes, and yours comes in the form of me. When you were younger, you would probably go downstairs for breakfast and your parents would ask when you would become somebody. They would ask you when you would be somebody. They didn't realize that the day comes when you're pushing forty after all those minor league championships that your brain on the bottom of my boot is when you become somebody. And when that piece of brain matter is scooped up off my boot and tossed into the trash can-
You'll be a nobody.
So what then, hmm? When your existence drains the last little bits of life you have left running through that aging body of yours, what happens then, huh? Well to me, nothing. You become another statistic to me. Just another body that cannot wrestle, hell, cannot even walk after I'm done with them. You see, people only experienced what I've done to LJ here and think that it's dastardly, so evil, right? Let me tell you the real truth about it all. My first year in professional mainstream wrestling, yes mainstream because I don't do that independent shit, I was in a large battle royal match, and I was in a tag team with someone, so we teamed up and started eliminating people left and right. He then tossed some dude onto my shoulders and I powerbombed him out of the ring and to the concrete floor below. He ended up paralyzed and a week later-
Trigger Warning
He killed himself. Laid slump in his wheelchair because I took his ability to walk away, took his opportunity to please his wife away, and he got to see me go on TV, strutting myself down the ramp to the ring and it ate him alive. I took everything from that man in one moment that cost him his life, Cyrus. I can go on about the man I electrocuted to the point he cannot feel half his body due to nerve loss. Or about the man who spoke ill will about my daughter, so I dropped him off the top rope right into his neck, an injury he hasn't recovered from since. I'm the baddest motherfucker to walk this planet and I got the bodies to prove it. I am the deadliest motherfucker to walk into this locker room and I got the bloodshed to prove it. I'm the most acclaimed motherfucker to this locker room and I got the matches to prove it.
Stepping up to me while I'm in my seek blood era is the worst mistake you ever made in your life because I will not stop till you're not moving on that canvas anymore. I will not stop until I'm standing six feet over you at Climax Control.
By the end of this all, you all will realize that I'm like the Bounty Hunter because I got that DOG in me! Nah fuck that, call me Kyle Busch because I'm MILES ahead of everyone in that locker room! Nah nah FUCK THAT, call me LeBron James because I'm the GREATEST OF ALL TIME. All of you are going to start putting respect on my name or else the scars LJ Kasey will carry with him for the rest of his life and that would look like Child's Play compared to the shit you will all get.
Back to you Cyrus, you fucking Chucky doll. You are going to suffer your fate first and it's going to end with the Death Match God standing tall, over your body and moving on to become a champion.
Oh yeah, if you really think I'm not serious about ending you all, watch what I do on Climax Control, but this performance…. Won't be in my match. Heheh….
[Camera Feed Ends]