Post by Brandon Hendrix on Nov 1, 2021 21:17:05 GMT -5
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"Last Brandon Standing"
October 15th, 2021
Brandon opens his eyes and sees himself standing in a ring with five other people as the male who was named "Austin Omega" slapping Brandon on the pec. "Lets go Brandon! I'll lift him up and you powerbomb him over the ropes." Brandon nods as him and Austin approach the poor soul as Austin lifts him up from the ground and lifts him up in a back suplex position before placing him in the grasp of Brandon Hendrix. Brandon walks over to the ropes more and tosses the man out of the ring with a powerbomb that sends him folded up, landing on his neck. The smirk of Brandon fades away as he sees referees rushing over to the wrestler, one throwing up the X sign. Brandon's eyes goes wide as he then looked at his hands before looking up and now inside the home of the wrestler. Brandon slowly starts walking around before hearing the sound of crying in another room up the stairs. Brandon gulps as he lifts his foot up and places it on the step. "Mr. Powers. We have unfortunate news. Due to the incident suffered during the match, you're unfortunately paralyzed from the waist down." Brandon shudders from the sound before walking up each step, and with each step, a voice comes through.
"I'm leaving you Darrell."
"You're pathetic!"
"End it all! Do us all a favor instead of dealing with your pity!"
Brandon makes it to the top of the stairs, and the crying gets louder and louder. Brandon slowly walks towards where the sound is coming from. As soon as he gets close to one room, the sound moves to another before finally making it to the last door on the right. Brandon takes a step and hears the sound of something liquidy that he stepped in, only to find out it's water. His eyes widen as he hears "goodbye world". Brandon yells and bursts the door open as everything flashes before his eyes. Suddenly, Brandon flings up, drenched in a cold sweat as he looks around, seeing he's in a bed and beside him is the blonde he met at the bar. He wipes his forehead before grabbing his phone and looks up the name "Darrell Powers''. He then selects an article and reads that Powers took his own life due to depression since the day that Brandon unintentionally paralyzed him.
"No…. No… NOOOOOO!"
Brandon shoots up from his sleep: head drenched in sweat, his breathing rapid, his heart beating at an uncomfortable rate. He clenches his chest, taking deep breaths to calm himself down, but to no avail, his heart continues to ache and ache until he couldn't handle it any longer. He scurried his hand over to his phone and retrieved it, dialing 911. "911 what's your emergency?" "I… I need… ambulance.."
"What's your address you're calling from sir?" Brandon proceeds to tell his address, in a state of deep panic. "Okay, an ambulance has been dispatched to your address. What seems to be the situation?" "M-my heart… I have… heart condition… it's… not.. good." "Okay just stay on the phone until the paramedics arrive."
SOME TIME LATER: LOCAL HOSPITAL
"Mr. Hendrix?" "Yes doctor." "I'm Doctor Richards. So, can you explain to me what happened tonight?" "Well I was sleeping, and I had a um.. well a dream that set me into a frenzy pretty much. And with my medical issues, I couldn't risk it by staying home." "No no you made the right choice. So, it seems you suffered a panic attack. It seems whatever your dream was created the attack. I recommend seeing a therapist for that, but as your doctor, you're free to go." "Thank you doctor." Doctor Richards leaves to sign Brandon off to leave. He wipes his eyes, tears slowly filling them. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cellphone. He turns the screen on and opens up his contacts, scrolling down before getting to the name "Mom". He dials the number and places the phone to his ear, waiting a moment before something muffled comes though the other end.
"..."
"Hey mom. You uh.. you not busy?"
"..."
"I just wanted to say… Thank you. Thank you for always having faith in me, for always believing that I could achieve whatever I wanted ever since I was born. Thank you for waking me up at five AM every night when I was a kid, making me work for what I get in my life. Thank you for not abandoning me and sending prayers to the Gods above when I had tubes keeping me breathing to keBrandon is laying on a hospital bed, dressed in a hospital gown and monitors attached to his body, showing his heart rate. It stays at a steady 80-100 beats per minute as the doctor walks in.
"Mr. Hendrix?" "Yes doctor." "I'm Doctor Richards. So, can you explain to me what happened tonight?" "Well I was sleeping, and I had a um.. well a dream that set me into a frenzy pretty much. And with my medical issues, I couldn't risk it by staying home." "No no you made the right choice. So, it seems you suffered a panic attack. It seems whatever your dream was created the attack. I recommend seeing a therapist for that, but as your doctor, you're free to go." "Thank you doctor." Doctor Richards leaves to sign Brandon off to leave. He wipes his eyes, tears slowly filling them. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cellphone. He turns the screen on and opens up his contacts, scrolling down before getting to the name "Mom". He dials the number and places the phone to his ear, waiting a moment before something muffled comes though the other end.
"..."
"Hey mom. You uh.. you not busy?"
"..."
"I just wanted to say… Thank you. Thank you for always having faith in me, for always believing that I could achieve whatever I wanted ever since I was born. Thank you for waking me up at five AM every night when I was a kid, making me work for what I get in my life. Thank you for not abandoning me and sending prayers to the Gods above when I had tubes keeping me breathing to keep me here today."
"....."
"Love you too mom. Bye."
Brandon hangs up the phone and sighs to himself as he gathers his belongings and leaves the hospital.ep me here today."
"....."
"Love you too mom. Bye."
Brandon hangs up the phone and sighs to himself as he gathers his belongings and leaves the hospital.
Recorded ●
"Sara Pettis"
October 31st, 2021
We pan into a beautiful blue sky as the glistening sun is heard as it radiates down on God's green Earth...The sound of cars zooming in and out of the streets is heard as birds are chirping with the sun just beginning to hit it's peak of the day in early morning time. The focus begins to center in on a nearby beach in the city as a figure cloaked in a black sleeveless hoodie and black shorts is jogging across the beach. After a few moments, he stops, sitting down and taking off his hood to reveal Brandon Hendrix. As he catches his breath with the sun beaming down on his forehead, which becomes drenched in sweat as he continues to sit there, he is able to find some peace as he takes a few deep breaths. His mouth opens and words finally begin to exit as his tone seems calm and collected, at peace of mind despite a very large day looming in the form of Sins upcoming show where he is in the main event. "Sara… How you doing dear?" Rubbing his hand against his forehead, it doesn't show anger or contempt, just pure agitation as The Based God wipes the sweat from his brow with his shirt before he continues on..
"I don't have a lot of time, so let me make this quick. A story that people didn't know of was when I was set to debut into wrestling, I was bringing myself to a low point of my life. I started to get ego driven and I started flying too close to the sun. I burned myself. Hell, I dug a hole so big I should have been thrown in and buried in it. But I wasn't. Because I have had to fight to not only keep my wrestling dream alive, but to keep my life alive. How I view my opponents is like they're the disease that's trying to kill me. I'm not calling you a disease by any means, but I'm looking at you like you're what's trying to stop my heart at any moment. Now, I have to fight, and I have to win, otherwise, I let it win. I can't do that Sara. I'm going to walk into Sin, like I have done each show since my debut, and I'm going to win."
"One thing that drew me to Revolution1 was talent like you. Because I knew that if I were to ever get an opportunity at the World Championship, that I would need to beat the best. If I was to live the life that I want, I have to beat the best. If I want to remain, I have to beat the best. And that journey brings me to you. It brings me to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. To the Wells Fargo Center. To Sin…"
"Now, if you excuse me, I have important matters to attend to. See you at Sin Sara, and just remember… I'll Show You Just How Great I Am." Brandon stands up, stretching his arms and legs out as he begins to walk towards the water, the camera standing in place as he gets closer and closer to the water. He stares out to watch the waves go and the seagulls flying, a smile appearing on his face as the segment fades to black.
