Brian Kendrick was not very happy. He was livid. Never had a bigger miscarriage of justice taken place in the world of professional wrestling. At least in his own mind. The Montreal Screw Job was nothing compared to this. How was it possible for him to have actually been declared the winner after a World Title match and yet not be the champion? And worst of all, how was he somehow NOT the number one contender? He had been mentally and literally cursing the name of whatever moron was in charge of running the company. If he were in front of John Cena or Edge he would spit in their faces and come at them with such a ferocity that yellow police tape would be necessary after the massacre..
But he wasn't anywhere near them. He was in a night club and it wasn't even his type of night club. The people were too pretty and they were far too abreast of cultural trends. He was dressed in whatever he had snatched off the floor and they were all decked out in the finest threads that their rich parents probably had bought for them. And he assumed the selection of drinks probably sucked as well. The music was throbbing, bass heavy and lights constantly flashed around him. He recognized the song currently playing from a band called 'Does It Offend You, Yeah?'. Some kind of electro group. The tune was called "We Are The Dead". It started off twangy and acoustic but then burst into this techno beat with strange chanting in it.
Drink. He needed a drink. He stepped up to a woman dressed in a black tank top with her hair in a pony tail who stood behind a counter with a myriad of beverages showcased behind her. Kendrick threw a card down on the sleek table top that separated them.
| Brian Kendrick | Stoli on the rocks.
| Bad Maid | These aren't good anymore. It's a cash bar. Twenty dollars.
Kendrick smiled pleasantly and exchanged the card for currency. As she turned to prepare the drink, an indignant sort of look upon her face could be seen. Brian's eyes turned dark and unhinged.
| Brian Kendrick | You stupid bitch.
He had spoken very clearly but the loud music must have made her miss his comment.
| Brian Kendrick | I want to stab you to death and then play around with your blood.
While these harsh statements were usually regarded for other professional wrestlers, they were beginning to slip into his pedestrian life as well. The bar maid returned to face him and handed him his drink. With a nod he went out towards the main dance floor but was only doing so to meet up with Tiffany who had arrived earlier. She soon spotted him and pressed her back up against his chest, grinding against him to the beat of the music. Despite her recent showing of strange fashion, she looked fairly normal tonight. A silver, sparkly dress. Although there was black paint oozing down just underneath of her right eye, reaching down to the middle level of her cheek. The blond turned and began to toy about with the others long hair until he sharply snatched her wrist and brushed her hand away.
| Tiffany | C'mon! This is going to help you get your mind off things.
| Brian Kendrick | No. It won't.
He downed some of his drink and continued on to the VIP section. Which apparently are the perks you received after main eventing a pay per view after the buy rates came in. He slumped on the wide, leather couch and Tiffany soon joined him, placing her purse on the glass table in front of them.
| Tiffany | I'm sure you can do something about this.
| Brian Kendrick | What? Didn't you see the cute little blurb on the website? "Two FORMER World Title Contenders". Now I have to waste my time with that British moron Barrett.
He wore his scowl of disgust and took another quick drink of his Vodka.
| Tiffany | Well, Orton threatened Chyna and-
| Brian Kendrick | Who cares?! Is that what it takes to main event WrestleMania? A threat? He's an amateur! He is going to waltz into MY SPOT because he wasted some jobbers and can give the evil eye to a pair of goofy broads?! He doesn't even enjoy it when he's doing things like this! He doesn't savior it! It's so robotic. And he can't even beat Cena anyway! And Neither can Barrett! But I can! I've beaten him three times already! THREE!
Kendrick held three fingers in front of Tiffany's face and she nodded in agreement.
| Tiffany | Y-Yeah, I know, babe. It sucks.
| Brian Kendrick | I'll go dig up Chyna's grandmothers corpse and do a puppet show with it. Maybe then I'll get something I don't deserve either. Even though I've EARNED IT AND I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO!
Some of the other party goers who had been inhabiting the VIP section had fled after all of these outbursts.
| Brian Kendrick | But no. I've got to mess around with Wade Barrett. We shouldn't even bother. Both of us. They want us to kill each other so we're out of the picture. We should both refuse to wrestle one another until they give us a our title shots. I'll share it with him at this point.
| Tiffany | Or you could do something horrible to him to grab their attention.
| Brian Kendrick | I almost set Cena on fire. Unless I disembowel him and eat his intestine's, I don't think they're going to care.
| Tiffany | So do that!
Kendrick's face contorted to an almost inhuman expression as he snatched Tiffany by the hair and jerked her closer to him.
| Brian Kendrick | Do you know what disembowel means?! Why do I keep you around?!
| Tiffany | This..
Tiffany lowered the front of her dress so that her bare chest would be fully exposed. Unfortunately for the male audience at home, only Kendrick is able to get a glimpse of the sight. There were some benefits to keeping a former Playboy Playmate/Cheerleader around.
| Tiffany | ..is why you keep me around. You're the uncrowned champion. We all know that. And tonight you can have me any way you want me.
A long stare. He downed the last of his drink and slammed the drink onto the table. Taking Tiffany's wrist, Kendrick led her from the club as "Monster" by Kanye West started to blare over the speakers, a distorted voice ringing out.
"I shoot the lights out..
Hide til' it's bright out..
Just another lonely night..
Are you willing to sacrifice your life?
..Everybody knows I'm a mother fuckin' monster.."
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Laying wide awake in his hotel room bed, Kendrick stared forward with a dead gaze in his eyes. The skyline of Atlanta's night life was displayed by the wide windows which curtains had been pulled open. The lower half of his body was concealed by blue satin sheets as Tiffany dozed beside him, on her side, completely unconscious. Both from the large amounts of alcohol she had consumed and the various positions she had practiced with Brian. This was supposed to take his mind off of things. It didn't. He found it a little disturbing to make love to someone while envisioning the blood stained bodies of your enemies at the same time. Or hot. He couldn't decide which. Eviscerated images of Barrett, Orton, Edge and Cena danced through his mind. Horrible, unrealistic horror movie type of images. But they also seemed frighteningly realistic. When he poured gasoline on John Cena, he was ready to toss a match if he hadn't been stopped. Unless he had some kind of resistance to fire he imagined it would have sent him straight to a cemetery. Wrestling was all about hurting another person so where did you draw the line and what happened once you crossed it? Sliding out of the bed he slipped on a pair of jeans and began to pace back and forth. He needed to vent. He needed someone. And he knew just who that was. A quick trip to the front desk would give him all of the information he needed..
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A frantic knock came to a door with the numbers '213' upon it. It was about 4 am so it took a moment or two for the door to creak itself open, just shadows dwelling inside. But once it did the occupant found itself forced aside with brute strength. This person struggled but they were simply no match for the assailant. Nothing but darkness filled the screen. Soon enough a burlap sack was removed from the head of the individual who had been bum rushed. He might have slipped into an unconscious state at some point but it was difficult to recall. This person looked upwards at the sight of Brian Kendrick and Tyler Reks standing above him. Reks had more than likely performed the quick invasion. The person was disoriented, squinting at the lamp that had been flicked on beside his television.
| Brian Kendrick | Hi.
Todd Grisham squinted at the view. His eye sight was rather poor without his glasses and when you add in the fact that he had just woken up and had a physical confrontation on top of that..well..he was understandably shaken up. Even more so when he realized his hands had been tightly bound behind back and he couldn't stand from the chair he was sitting in.
| Todd Grisham | O-Oh my god. What do you want? Please, I don't-
After some of the things Brian Kendrick had done as of late, it wasn't hard to see why Todd wasn't in the best of spirits.
| Brian Kendrick | I would like you to interview me.
| Todd Grisham | I-It's four a clock in the morning..
| Brian Kendrick | And you aren't even dressed for this scoop.
Todd was dressed in a gray t-shirt and black pajama pants.
| Brian Kendrick | Some journalist you are.
Realizing that he had little choice, Todd shook his head lightly and attempted to perform this task to some degree of acceptance.
| Todd Grisham | I-I'm not even sure who your opponent is..
| Brian Kendrick | WADE BARRETT!
Kendrick shouted but soon cleared his throat to calm himself.
| Brian Kendrick |It's Wade Barrett. And since you've just came back from slumber land I'll help you out. What has lead me to having to face a 6'5'' former bare knuckle boxer instead of celebrating a World Title victory?
| Todd Grisham | Edge speared you during your match with J-John Cena. You won by disqualification but title's do--
Kendrick lowered himself in front of Todd's face and finished his sentence for him.
| Brian Kendrick |Title's don't change hands on a disqualification, I am aware. Thank you. Edge stuck his nose into my business and when I find him I might actually murder him. Literally. I don't mean this metaphorically. I could possibly end his life. He may not breathe again unless someone is able to pry me off of him. And seeing how many enemies he has, I don't think there is a single person who would. I could get away with it. Eventually you get to the point where fantasizing isn't enough..
He gave a pause at this own words. Things he was only supposed to be thinking about were coming out. How far could one take scare tactics? Shaking the idea aside he glanced to an I-Pod docked on a mini speaker resting upon Todd's dresser. Kendrick strolled on on over to it.
| Brian Kendrick | Mind if I take a look? Thanks.
After taking a moment to scroll through the albums and artists, Kendrick shook his head lightly.
| Brian Kendrick | You have an awful taste in music, Todd.
He pressed the play button and a familiar tune began to fill the room.
"We walk alone..
In the unknown..
We live to win another victory.."
| Brian Kendrick | You have Wade Barrett's theme on your I-Pod? Seriously?
| Todd Grisham | I-It's a good song..
| Brian Kendrick | Highly debatable. Ah-ha!
The 12 Stones song was replaced by something completely different. "Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head" by Burt Bacharach. Happy, cheerful songs seemed somehow unnerving when you were in a position like this. Kendrick mouthed some of the lyrics particularly "I did me some talkin' to the sun. And I said I didn't like the way he got things done. Sleepin' on the job.". After putting the song on repeat he turned his focus back to his unwillingly interviewer.
| Brian Kendrick | Now follow me here, Todd. Why haven't I been given a title rematch that I so richly deserve?
| Todd Grisham | I..
| Brian Kendrick |I will help you again. Because John Cena is a coward! The honorable, tough, defending champion is a GOD DAMN coward. It's exceedingly clear to me. As soon as he saw Edge come running down that aisle he started clicking his heel's together. He knew I was going to beat him again. His precious WrestleMania main event was going to slip away from him. But he's content to hold a title that he knows he doesn't deserve. This is the man representing our company. And when you add in all this rubbish I keep hearing about Randy Orton, well..
He lifts a foot and kicks Todd and the chair he is strapped to onto the floor. Todd squirms helplessly on the side of his body while Kendrick drops down onto his chest, staring the bound man in the eyes.
| Brian Kendrick |I'm unhappy. And, unfortunately for Wade Barrett, I'm going to take this frustration out on him. We do have some things in common. We both hate John Cena and Randy Orton. We've both had title opportunities but I simply got screwed over. Wade Barrett lost fair and square. But I'm sure that hasn't done much to end his desire to see himself as champion. ..Todd?
A few of his fingers grace the side of Todd's face as his voice drops to a softer and almost innocent tone of voice.
| Brian Kendrick |Remind me that Wade has beaten me before.
Todd is apprehensive about this as he feels he's being lured into saying something that could get him hurt. Kendrick persists.
| Brian Kendrick |Todd. You need to do your job or I'm going to ask Tyler to step on your throat.
From his vantage point, Todd can see Reks glaring down at him. The imposing, dreadlocked figure seems quite eager to follow through with these instructions.
| Todd Grisham | Wade..Barrett defeated you in the Wargames.
| Brian Kendrick |Awww. I knew you could do it. He did defeat me. But this time is a little different. This time I don't have to go through four other people to face him. It's just me and Wade. And unlike last time, I hadn't been given a taste of the World Title. I can still taste it on the tip of my tongue and I want my opportunity back. And I think I want it more than Wade. I believe that's what it will come down to. Who wants it more. But I honestly don't care about getting a pin fall on Barrett. I really just want to hurt him. It's going to be very..cathartic. I've had a lot of pent up anger just building and building since Fallout. I know I'm not really known for being a planner but I think I should rehearse a little with this match. Would you like to help me?
Kendrick doesn't allow Todd a moment to respond.
| Brian Kendrick |Great! I'm going to play the role of me. I want you to play the role of Wade Barrett. And what I would like for you to do is beg for me. Do you know how to beg, Todd? Beg for me, Todd. Beg. Or I will hurt you.
| Todd Grisham | P-Please don't hurt me.
| Brian Kendrick |You can do better than that! SCREAM!
| Todd Grisham | HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME!
| Brian Kendrick |I'll help you! HEEEEEELP!
He cups his hands over his mouth and begins to shout as well, looking about the room with a grin.
| Brian Kendrick |HELP! HELP ME! HE'S TIED ME UP! HELP!
Kendrick pauses and runs a hand along his chin.
| Brian Kendrick |Can you try it with an English accent? That would really help the illusion along.
Grinning wider, he pats Todd cheek and gives him a wink. How easy would it be to end him here. But Tyler would stop him before he went too far? Wouldn't he? Pushing the thoughts aside he attempted to focus on the task at hand.
| Brian Kendrick |I'm not going to hurt you, Todd. You aren't who I'm after. You're helpless. You can't fight back. It wouldn't be any fun. And I think you need to hit the gym, get a better haircut and some shoulder ink that doesn't look like anything before you can pass off a convincing Barrett. ..He really does have nice hair. It never seems to move, even under the greatest amount of stress. Just a nice head of hair on that man. That is about the only thing that's going to look nice about him after I'm done.
Kendrick springs back to his feet and gives Reks an elbow to the ribs.
| Brian Kendrick |I knew we should have gone to Lilian Garcia's room instead. Might have seen her in her underwear. Eh? Eh?
Reks simply narrows his eyes and offers no response to Kendrick's suggestion. The Californian just shrugs and the room is covered in darkness after he turns the lamp off.
| Brian Kendrick |Good bye, Todd. I wish I could say this has been real but you aren't a very fun victim. I encourage you to work on that. I'm hoping Wade won't disappoint me as much as you have.
Kendrick and Reks take their leave from the announcers hotel room and close the door behind them. Still tied to his chair and left alone in the dark, his muffled shouts can be heard before the camera brings the scene to it's conclusion. The song could still be heard playing along as well..
"It won't be long before happiness steps up to greet me.."
