[Off Camera]
(From The Past)
{Brandon went from having the world in his hands… to watching his world shatter right before him. It was at OWA's Game Over pay-per-view event where he did his last match, and it was one of the worst nights of his life. Brandon was moments away from winning what could of been a career changing Championship win, but then… his greatest fear came to life. He saw his little girl being threatened by a grown man, his hand wrapped around her neck. Feeling hopeless, losing the match wasn't even the worst part of the match. It was the fact that Brandon couldn't protect his daughter from danger. The one thing in Brandon's life that he swore to protect and he couldn't. Now, he's sent her to his aunts…. And that has killed him on the inside to send his number one pride and joy away.
(From Today)
A year after that day, and sometimes it keeps Brandon awake still. He stares up at the ceiling, wondering if one day, it'll happen again. Brandon gets a alert on his phone
[On Camera]
(Brandon Hendrix is way over his head on this. Maybe he doesn't deserve his name next to his friends… or "friends" as he says. A man wants the world, always willing to do whatever it takes to take that world. But what if the world doesn't want him? What if that world wants him gone, too? What if the world wants him to crumble beneath it's weight because he wants to reach for the stars? Brandon wanted the best for himself for a first, and he feels like he's been belittled for wanting to. SCW YouTube Channel transitions over to a room filled with the darkness of the night, only for a small light to shine down at the floor below, and in that singular light is Brandon sitting on the floor, his knees up to his chest, his arms wrapped about his legs, and his head resting on his knees.)
".... what's there to even say anymore? It's becoming a cliche at this point now. I go somewhere, talk stupid shit about how I'm going to be the man of the place, and disappoint early on. I.. I'm so sick and fucking tired of it dawg."
(Brandon chuckles as he rubs his eyes with his right hand before letting out a defeated sigh.)
"Why continue to hype myself up only to be a loser? Why hype myself to the point I'm sending myself bat shit fucking crazy that people are saying that I should lose my daughter before anything happens to her? Fucking hell am I that crazy to you all? Huh? I'm I'm THAT FUCKING INSANE TO ALL OF YOU HUH?!? And to top it off…. It's the people I trust the most saying this. Let me tell you guys a story. And trigger warning, it's not for the faint of heart. It was um.. not too long ago that I was told that my… My mother passed away. She was my number one fan in the entire world, especially when nobody knew who I was. She was my motivation to stick to wrestling and do my best to become the best damn professional wrestler in the world. She almost got into a fight during a show IN JAPAN might I add. She flew to Japan to watch me wrestle. Anyway she almost got into a fight with someone in the crowd because they said I sucked…"
(Brandon chuckles a bit before wiping his face of the tears that start falling down his cheek.)
"And when I got the phone call from my father that she died… a part of me died too. That sent… my head into another universe. I have nightmares of that phone call to this day… the sound of his voice haunts me.. and I pictured in my head that… I had people around me for that shoulder to cry on… when in reality… I was all alone…..
Time started to move on, and I was slowly recovering mentally from her passing. So I was at a hotel after a show I was on, and I get a knock on my door. Of course, I open the door and there are two cops there, with looks of sorrow on their faces. That's when I find out that my da…"
(Brandon can't help himself. He puts his head down on his knees, and you can hear the muffled sounds of his cries. He cries into his knees for what feels like a century before lifting his head up, his eyes splashed with red and his cheeks stained from the years he shed.)
"I found out my dad killed himself… and there I was.. a twenty four year old orphan pretty much. That's… that's when I became.. crazy. I can still feel… the metal from the blade running across my wrists… as I sat there, wanting it to be my end… only to become the biggest coward in the world. When I couldn't make one fucking slice…. I went for my nine, and I put the barrel to my head. The echoes of me pulling the hammer of the gun runs through my head on a constant and it scares me sometimes. The sound it made puts fear in my heart. I wanted to pull that trigger… I wanted to END IT ALL!!
….. but I couldn't. I dropped that gun and cried. I went to the morgue he was brought to, and I felt… anger. I wanted everyone else to suffer like I did…. I still do. I mean… this is bullshit man. My friends get to have happier lives. Married, happy families…. Like any of the care that I have nothing….
Or I thought I didn't. Soon later, I get a call from an ex of mine, saying meet at a Cafe. So I did, but she did not show. Suddenly, this small child walks up to me with a note. The bitch couldn't even tell me that I was a dad to this amazing little girl."
(Brandon reaches up to his shirt and lifts up his necklace. It's one of those ones that have a picture on it and it's a picture of his daughter, Raelynn. He looks down at the picture, and for the first time, a slight smile appears on his face.)
"This….. is my motivation. But there's comes a point when everything becomes too much. I loved these fans. I fought through injuries for them. I did everything in that ring for them. But to chant "DIE Brandon DIE", "Go Away"... to verbally attack me in public when I have my daughter with me… to tell a five year old that her dad is a fucking loser… that's when you all turned me to the man I am today. I had to change from that kid to The Don. Now, I've become one of the most respected wrestlers in the world today. Like I said… I'm going to die sooner than anyone else here will. My heart…. Is not okay. Given a maximum of… hell a year at point…. I've made it my vow in this ring to kill each and every single person that gets put in front of me. You want to stand in my way, you have to pay the price of the judge, pray to the jury, and fear the executioner.
Bill, the second time we go one on one, and the second time I will beat you. I know what you can bring in a regular match, but now with us not knowing what the stipulation is, many people told me that you are a different animal in that environment. I plead for that beast, because you don't know the monster inside of me. I gave myself the belief that soon I would be in the main event and I would win the World Championship because it's what I was born to do. I never doubted that I have the abilities to be the guy I talked about being for three years. I have the IT Factor that a professional wrestler needs to make it in this business. Need someone to make you love them, hate them, make you smile, make.you cry- I can do that. You need someone to do something last minute to save our shows- I'm the guy people have deepened on. You need me to go to a bracket tournament to defend OWAs Honor- I'm in. You need a great match to put someone over- I'm the guy who can. Need someone to strike up a conversation with anyone, do media, step out his comfort zone, do all this on no sleep and know that I'll still step into the ring and give you the career making performance every night and I know I say that a lot but it's the truth! I do it every single night….
EVERY NIGHT!
EVERY FUCKING NIGHT!
I have delivered!!!! And what do I get? I get pulled to the side, told "Hey keep your chin up? I think one day you'll be the best. You're not doing this right, you have to do this." People want me to play a carbon copy of others to succeed. Speak mythical like most, want blood like a demon, be the hero like warrior, be the underdog like others, be the battling badass like fighter, be the workhorse like a rookie, be the OG like a veteran, be the Villain like the rest. Everyone trying to tell me that I'm doing it wrong means I'm doing it absolutely RIGHT! Everything I've done is to be better!
EVERY NIGHT I DO IT TO BE BETTER THAN EVERYONE! A BUSINESS ABOUT THE TEAM MAKING THE COMPANY BETTER WITH SELFISH NEEDS! YEAH I'M THE MOST SELFISH OF THEM ALL BECAUSE I NEED THIS! I FUCKING NEED IT!!!
Bill, the first time we faced off, you stood there and criticized me for never achieving anything in SCW, and yeah, you're right I have and I know that I have a lot to prove, not only to the fans of SCW and other wrestlers, but myself. And I'm tired of you OGs thinking that because I have not achieved anything here, means I am not a threat to the big dogs in the yard. The dogs roam the yard, but the owner of the yard just came back and is better than ever. And Billy Boy, the second time we cross in that ring, I'm taking you, the oldest dog of the batch, and I'm taking you behind the woodshed, and I'm putting you down, Ol Yeller.”
[Off Camera]
May 2021
(Brandon had just tackled Addy that sent both men off Camera. Addy gets up, but Brandon doesn't. He's clutching his chest, groaning in pain. Medics rush in to aid Brandon as producers and staff watch on. Next thing Brandon remembers was waking up at the hospital, tubes down his throat, hooked up to monitors that are checking his heart rate. Brandon looks around in a panic when the nearby nurse eases him.)
"It's okay. Go back to sleep."
(Brandon stops his panic and ends up falling back to sleep. The next morning comes and Brandon's mother is standing by his hospital bed as the doctor comes in.)
"What's wrong with my son?"
"Ms. Roberts. It appears your son has a heart defect. His heart will have irregular quickness in beats per minute, decrease in beats per minute…. and a possibility that he can suffer a heart attack. I'm sorry. I'll leave you two."
(The doctor leaves the room, leaving Brandon's mother to stand there in shock. She turns to Hendrix, who's laying asleep as tears fall from her to his hospital gown.)
[On Camera]
"Lord, allow me to rise from the shadows. Allow me to cast from them, not be confined to them. Ahem."
"You can cast them or live confined within them"
You know, Bill. I’ve prayed for you, but more so for me. I pray that your family is taken care of. I prayed that my daughter is well taken care of. And I pray that God still lets me into Heaven after what I'm about to do to you. Ah Shit, Here We Go Again, another Brandon Hendrix beats Bill Barnhart for the second time in three shows. And while it's going to be a Heavyweight War, it'll be your last Heavyweight fight. Because either I'm going to retire you old man, or maybe your last breath takes place in this ring. The Don promises you either or. Take your pick.
Bill, I'm crazy, and crazy kills.”
