Backstage at Warfare preparations were beginning to get the show up and running in an efficient manner. Stage hands were rushing about to make sure everyone were in their proper positions. Amidst all of this a figure sat lifelessly in the corner of a room. Brian Kendrick. He was so motionless that he could almost be mistaken for a mannequin. One of his palms rested against a joint in his arm and his eyes seemed to be staring off into nothingness. A female shape stood in front of him. Tiffany. She lifted her sunglasses and bent down in front of him. Waving her hand in front of his face didn't seem to do much to stir him.
| Tiffany | Brian?
Tiffany snapped her fingers in front of his face. Still nothing. Spotting someone strolling by, she snatched his arm and pulled him over to offer assistance.
| Tiffany | London, London! Is he on something? He won't move.
Newcomer Paul London crouched down in front of his good friend and spread his fingers along the sides of his head.
| Paul London | The first mind I dove into was my mothers.
| Tiffany | ..What?
After a moment or so of deep concentration London stood back up and continued on his way down the hallway.
| Paul London | Everything living thing on this planet exists to mindlessly pass on it's DNA.
Tiffany's expression completely screamed "What the fuck?". She huffed and stamped one of her feet. She often wondered why Brian couldn't associate with someone even remotely normal.
| Tiffany | Brian! C'mon! You've got a match with Brock Lesnar! The UFC Guy? Humongous? You have to get through him to advance in this tournament! It's FOR THE WORLD TITLE! Reks has a match too! We need your help!
Still nothing. One of Tiffany's eyes even seemed to twitch at this point. With an exasperated growl she looked to storm off until Kendrick's hand suddenly sprang to life and snatched her wrist. The blond looked over her shoulder and downwards.
| Tiffany | B-Brian?
| Brian Kendrick | Brock Lesnar this week. AJ Styles before that. Evan Bourne before that. How many people do I have to go through? How many different types of matches do I have to win?
His grip grew a little tighter and Tiffany flashed him a nervous type of smile.
| Tiffany | I'll..touch you inappropriately? Would that make things better?
| Brian Kendrick | GO.
Kendrick cast a finger away from himself and Tiffany wasted very little time in getting out of the area. The Royal Rumble runner up eased back into the small pit he had made in the corner of the arena. He was dissatisfied. He didn't want to go through a tournament to prove he was a worthy contender. Everyone already knew that. And he didn't want to wrestle a former UFC Heavyweight Champion. What a potentially awful night this could turn out to be. But he always found a way to win. Painfully. There were far better ways to spend a night than getting tossed around by a near 300 pounder. But it was merely another obstacle. Soon enough those who made the decisions would realize that nothing they could throw at him would deter him from his path.
