Off Camera: Mid 2025
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{OWA had just gone on hiatus, leaving the status of many wrestlers unknown. Some retired, some decided to stay home and do nothing, but others can't just sit around and do nothing like other lazy people. That brings us to the Hendrix House Hold. Over the years, Brandon has embraced his Italian roots, and with the help of his mentor and Hall Of Fame wrestler, Angelo Caito, Brandon Hendrix became The Don. Not just in wrestling with his brutal, career ending approaches for his opponents, but because outside the ring, he's the Mafia. Brandon sits at his desk, paper work scattered all around his desk. Eyes red from the lack of sleep, the responsibility, but also the-}
“Daddy! Can you read me a bed time story?”
{Yeah, Parenthood also. Brandon placed his pen down and stood up from his chair, his “throne” as he calls it. The one thing that he was proud of and never would ever complain about. He walked out of his luxury office and down the hall of his San Antonio residing home and into the bedroom that screams “princess”, literally everywhere. Brandon walks over to the bed where his nine year old daughter, Raelynn was located, with a book in her hand. She can read on her own, but her mom, an ex of Hendrix’s that cheated on him and become a junkie that abandoned her at a cafe in 2022, never had someone to read her stories or anything, but her dad would always love to read her a story, no matter how old she is.}
“Alright princess. What story did you grab tonight?”
{Brandon lifted the book up and looked at the title: Goldilocks and the Three Bears. A classic book that Brandon's mom used to read him. In 2022, his mother died of a heart attack, then a week later, his dad committed suicide, leaving Hendrix without both his parents, and this came all before he knew he had a daughter. Raelynn never got to meet her grandparents, but they are definitely watching down over her right now. Brandon begins to read the story, never missing a word as the little girl listening captures every word that he reads from the book from beginning to end. When Brandon finishes the book, he places it on the little nightstand beside her bed and pulls her covers over her body. He leans in and gives her a kiss on the forehead.}
“Goodnight, princess.”
“Goodnight daddy.”
{Brandon stands up from the bed and goes to the door, and before he can leave.}
“Daddy.”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Do you miss Grandma and Grandpa?”
{Brandon looks down at the floor, finding the right words and looks back at his daughter.}
“Everyday. But one thing I learned, baby girl is that no matter what, they are always with you. And they will always be proud of you. Now go to sleep, okay?”
“Okay daddy. Night.”
{Brandon steps out of the room, closing the door behind him. Brandon leans on the door, let's out a sigh before starting to walk back to his office. Suddenly, his phone goes off. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, revealing it's a notification from Christian Underwood. The title says “SCW Contract Negotiations”. A slight grin forms on Brandon's face as he walks back into his office, another chapter of his career about to start.}
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“Sin City Wrestling. It's been what? Three years? A lot has changed in that time period. After my departure and I apologize for how it went, Christian, but I was not myself. I was pretending to be something I'm not and I can't do that. So I went off and went back to OWA. And there, I grew into the wrestler that stands before you today. The wrestler that made Christian Underwood himself say is frightening to put against anyone on the roster. You see, what I say is all but pleasant, I'm a student of the game. I dissect everything people say about me when it's not true, and I can take those same counter arguments and send your career straight to Hell. I'm a magician on the microphone in all aspects of the meaning. In one go, I can make you laugh at the jokes, then make you hate me, then make you love me, and make you cry all within the same lines because I am that damn good. And for those who want some background on me, let me share some. I'm the guy who came into wrestling unknowingly with a bad heart that could have killed me at any second in my life, but did not. I went from being told by the doctor that between me and him, I wouldn't be standing to this day, to being between me and him being the Last Man Standing. I'm the guy who had his heart stopped in a match, had it restarted, and won my first World Championship ten minutes later. I'm the guy who walked into AT&T stadium in front of one hundred thousand fans as the World Champion and lost because his heart stopped completely. I'm the guy who was stuck in a cryo chamber and a lightning bolt struck the building and sent a massive shock to me. That is the reason my heart is cured today.”
{Brandon chuckles a bit as he rubs his temple some, even himself realizing how crazy that sounds to him, much less how other people will understand.}
“So anyway, the company I was in this year went on hiatus and now, I am a free agent. Even posted it on good ol Twitter, X, whatever we're calling it. And who replies, the Chairman himself about contract negotiations. So, after some back and forth, Brandon Hendrix signed a multi year deal with SCW. And this time, SCW isn't going to get the fake Brandon Hendrix that you experienced once before. You guys get the God Of War, the Heart And Soul of any company he signs to, the Legend In The Making, The Don, Brandon Fucking Hendrix. And to start the new era, I step into the ring with the previous era. Bill Barnhart. The Bulldog. A SCW veteran ready to return to the ring and face me. Allow me to offer my appreciation for the company. Unfortunately I didn't have enough time to look up everything you've done, but if the preview to our match at SCWrestling.Net where all you fans can check out your favorite wrestlers, says that you're a living legend, then it must be big for the company. So thank you.”
{Clapping from Brandon is the only sound that fills the air before he stops.}
“Now, let me tell you what will happen, however. I'm going to win. You see, my goals in my return to SCW are simple: prove to everyone that Brandon Hendrix is the real deal, become World Champion again, and become a Legend. And unfortunately, that means I'm going to have to kick the ass of the ass kicker. Almost a twisted irony if you think about it, Bill. It'll be a passing of the guard when we face off, because the old school ass kicking outlaw meets the new blood that follows within the same zone for pain and torment we unleash on our opponents. You see, I have no remorse, none whatsoever. In 2020, it was a battle royal, I powerbombed someone out of the ring, they shattered their neck, and could never walk again. Unfortunately, they're no longer with us anymore, but I felt no guilt. As an Ass Kicker, you should best, it's kill or be killed in this game and surviving this long for you and for me with what I had, means we're both killers. So what happens when two killers lock up in the middle of the warzone they create? Bloodshed, casualties, and memories people will want to forget. When we face each other, I want your wife, Bea, there. Nothing inappropriate towards her, I don't run like that. But in reality, it's more so for you than me. See, before our match, I will say a prayer for me, more so for you. I will ask the Lord that your wife will not hesitate to throw in the towel to save you when necessary.
I'm sorry for cutting short, because I am a busy man, but I want the world to watch this match and watch what I can do in that ring when the chips are in the middle of the table. And this might disappoint some that had any interest in me, I do apologize. Being an actual Don is a lot of work. But I promise you, Brandon Hendrix is here to stay, and Brandon Hendrix is here to win, and Brandon Fucking Hendrix is here to be the Best Freaking Wrestler On The Planet. Bill, allow me to offer you a rose and offer my condolences. I'm sorry that your run ends with my start.”
