In the center of Brian Kendrick's head were a few fresh stitches. These types of things are expected to happen when you are a professional wrestler. Except these wounds didn't happen inside of a wrestling ring. And it wasn't done by any kind of maneuver. It was courtesy of a vase that went smashing into the top of his skull. Picking out the pieces was an adventure and not something the newly appointed leader of the Midnight Gang was unfamiliar with. He sat in the middle of his locker room with his gal-pal Tiffany clung tightly to him. She had her arms wrapped securely around his body and frowned at the temporary disfigurement that had made it's self a home amidst all of Kendrick's long hair. The blond cooed lightly into his ear, her blue lipstick coming close to the center of his lobe. The glitter she seemed to bathe in was covering his arm and the fur from the absurd, furry, bear eared winter hat she wore was itching his skin. ..But she was really good in bed so he kept her around. Pressing a palm against her face, he pushed her face away from him.
| Brian Kendrick | Go find Prazak. I want to talk about things.
Tiffany began to speak, with a muffled voice and a palm smushed face, a finger almost in her eye ball.
| Tiffany | You told me that since Punk wasn't around anymore that we didn't need him. So we threw him in the trunk of that old car and drove it into the river, remember? I think he got out though.
| Brian Kendrick | Oh yeah. We did do that, didn't we? My memories a little blurry.
| Tiffany | What ended up happening with you and Jericho? Since the camera went off and everything..
| Brian Kendrick | He didn't put me in the hospital. He swings a mean vase but otherwise he punches like a woman. It wasn't really a success. I wanted to see his wife, she's sort of hot..
Kendrick ran his hands through his hair and looked a bit disoriented.
| Tiffany | Not as hot as me though, huh?
| Brian Kendrick | Yeah. Whatever. And I came to the conclusion that Chris hasn't really done the whole "beat down a guy until his heart almost stops" deal because he started off by hitting me in the head. Everything gets fuzzy and you don't feel anything after that. ..So maybe he hits harder than I thought but I couldn't feel it. Amateur. And where in HELL is PRAZAK?!
Irritable, Kendrick booted the table in front of him out of the way. Tiffany stood up, holding her palms in front of her chest in a defensive manner.
| Tiffany | Babe. Just told you. We tried to drown him.
| Brian Kendrick | Then get me somebody else.
Tiffany looked a little overwhelmed at this prospect. Interviewers and announcers alike didn't like to be around Brian Kendrick. They never knew what exactly was going through his mind at any given moment. So the valet had to improvise. She soon returned, pulling Daffney along by the wrist.
| Tiffany | Found one.
| Brian Kendrick | She is not a journalist.
Daffney held up a single finger and placed her black, skull covered purse onto the floor. She began to search through it until she removed a brown sports blazer and a dark colored fake mustache. She placed the mustache underneath of her nose and slipped on the blazer.
| Brian Kendrick | That's more like it.
| Daffney | Monday, Monday, Monday! Live on Pay Per View for FREE! In our MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING, Brian Kendrick and Paul London take on the team of Justin Gabriel and Heath Slater in a non-title encounter!
| Brian Kendrick | It's a pay per view but it's free? Shouldn't it be a free for view? And if it works under the traditional confines of a pay per view format then I can say whatever I want?
| Daffney | You've got it!
| Brian Kendrick | Kill people. Burn shit. Fuck school.
Daffney and Tiffany both looked to one another in a state of alarm.
| Daffney | Well, we aren't on pay per view yet!
| Brian Kendrick | What are they going to do? Fine me some more? I get those every month. Maybe if I come down to the ring and call Slater and Gabriel racial slurs and offensive curse words they will cry and run off. They both look pretty soft to me.
| Daffney | Ya know, Gabriel and Slater are the Tag Team Champions, one of 'em is the Intercontinental Champion and they also have some belts from Japan or somethin'.
| Brian Kendrick | Are any of those belts on the line?
| Daffney | Nope.
Kendrick lifted his head upwards and his face carried a look of both disbelief and disgust.
| Brian Kendrick | What the hell? They have fifteen belts and they can't even put up the one they got from a gumball machine in Japan? And they get their own stupid ass t-shirt too? What's so special about them?
His face began to tighten in anger.
| Daffney | Ahh, I think they beat John Cena and AJ Styles to win two of those belts.
| Brian Kendrick | Big deal! I've beaten Cena and Styles so many times I've lost count!
With fists clenched so tightly they were beginning to lose color in them, he spat out his next sentence.
| Brian Kendrick | I'm going to kill both of them.
| Daffney | They also hang out with Velvet Sky all the time. She's a lousy wrestler but people like her because she knows how to shake her butt.
| Brian Kendrick | Again..big deal. Because I've got Tiffany.
Taking the blond by the wrist, he yanks her onto his lap. She grins with a lustful look in her eyes, placing her hands onto his shoulders.
| Brian Kendrick | Isn't one of them trying to get with Velvet? I don't know, I try not to pay attention when they speak. Especially that hick Slater.
| Daffney | I think Gabriel makes googly eyes at her sometimes.
| Brian Kendrick | And a pretty boy like that probably doesn't even know what to do with her. But I would know just what to do with her.
Looking as though they were about to embrace in a kiss, Kendrick instead pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. He held it dangerously close to Tiffany's face who watched the burning object with fear. She was used to kinky stuff in the bed room but not like this.
| Brian Kendrick | Sometimes you just have to..take what you want.
Taking a pair of fingers, Kendrick delicately pulled Tiffany's tongue from her mouth. He held the cigarette very close to the soft, pink bump.
| Tiffany | Mmph?!
| Brian Kendrick | Even if someone gets burned in the process.
Teasingly, he drew the cigarette a little closer before flicking it over his shoulder. Tiffany sighed in relief.
| Daffney | That was HOT. ..Pun intended. Hehehe.
| Brian Kendrick | During the course of this interview I have come to the conclusion that I hate Justin Gabriel and Heath Slater.
Kendrick adjusted himself in his chair and cradled Tiffany in his arms. She gave Daffney a sort of facial expression that screamed "help me". Daffney, of course, was oblivious to this.
| Brian Kendrick | I hate them because they probably make more money than me. I hate them because neither one of them has probably ever slept in a car. I hate their very different but very irritating accents. I'm not even sure where Gabriel is supposed to be from. Hell, I'm assuming. I'm really, really wracking my brain trying to come up with different ways to hurt them. I mean, I guess I could use a lead pipe but The Miz went and ripped me off a few days ago. Where is the originality? Where is the respect? I'm starting to feel very..overlooked. Perhaps I'll just come down the aisle with a chain saw and hack those two up and sell their organs on the black market. And if little Vel-Vel doesn't want to see boyfriend dismembered..I don't care. I'll punch her in the face. I don't care. I don't. About anything.
| Daffney | There is ANOTHER added attraction to this spectacular main event!
Daffney had thrown on her best, over the top announcers voice.
| Daffney | Chris Jericho will be at ring-side to deliver his insightful brand of commentary!
Brian paused momentarily. Then grinned. A disturbed, psychotic kind of grin.
| Brian Kendrick | Oh this is good. I like this. I get to curb stomp Gabriel and Slater AND smack the taste out of Jericho's mouth? This is an Early Christmas. By the end of the night, I'm going to have beaten down the Tag Team, IC and World Champion all in one evening.
| Daffney | It isn't a handicap match, ya know.
This bit of information was another reason for Kendrick to give pause.
| Brian Kendrick | It isn't?
| Daffney | No, no, no..Paul is your tag partner!
Pushing himself to his feet, and knocking Tiffany off of his lap in the process, Kendrick made his way over to Daffney in a hurry. He pulled her fake mustache off and stared intently at her.
| Brian Kendrick | ..Are you messing with me?
| Daffney | You..got hit in the head a lot harder than you thought, didn't you?
| Brian Kendrick | Possibly. But after Monday night? This whole week long headache is going so..so..worth it.
With a far gone look in his eyes, Kendrick moved past Daffney and vacated the locker room. Waiting until he was gone, Tiffany got back to her feet and adjusted her hat.
| Tiffany | He is really starting to freak me out..
| Daffney | I know what you mean..
Daffney solemnly nodded before bursting into a cackle.
| Daffney | Isn't it amazing?!
Tiffany gave Daffney a thousand mile stare as the scene faded to black.
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The Midnight Gang rarely interacted with other members of the EBWF roster. All of the gang beat downs as Elite could be attributed to this sense of seclusion. Hence, why three of it's members were currently occupying the boiler room of the Sprint Center. After employing their own interviewer, and subsequently kicking him to the curb, they didn't even have anyone to support their promo's. Still, what they had to say or were planning were hot topics amongst the EBWF faithful. And for this very reason, Lilian Garcia had been sent down to the bottom of the arena to get a word with Paul London. Perhaps she lost an amazing game of rock, paper, scissors? In any event, she approached the trio of Paul London, Tyler Reks and Jamilia Craft. They were seated at a table, engaged in a game of cards. London, in a green top hat and a matching, long green jacket, leaned backwards in his chair, looking over the cards he held in his hand, grinning just slightly. Tyler Reks sported a mean poker face as his dreadlocks hung over his face and dripped onto the table. Jamilia, hunched over, held the cards in front of her face while her eyes beaded about nervously.
| Paul London | I do believe we have company.
London, having noticed Lilian approaching cautiously, took her hand and gave it a soft kiss.
| Paul London | Lovely company at that.
Lilian smiled politely but it was obvious that she carried a sense of dread.
| Paul London | Oops. How rude of me. Hats off in the presence of a lady.
London pulled up a chair and gave it a few pats. Lilian very slowly eased into the chair, joining the table.
| Paul London | Sit, sit. We brings you down here, Miss Garcia?
Lilian opened her mouth to speak but noticed that Reks was staring a whole through her with his eyes while his face remained emotionless.
| Tyler Reks | Strip poker.
| Paul London | Behave yourself, Mr. Reks.
| Lilian Garcia | The EBWF fans are interested in your thoughts about the main event at this week's groundbreaking edition of Warfare. Along with Brian Kendrick, you're going to be facing the Tag Team Champions: Justin Gabriel and Heath Slater.
| Paul London | Two very accomplished tag teams going at it. Should be one for the ages. The Corre seem to have a lot of gold at the moment. But those are merely trinkets. Important, of course. But what's important here is experience. And Brian and I have had so few chances to team together in this company. We want this to be special. And I have no doubt that defeating The Corre will be a momentous occasion for us. We are, after all, one of the best tag teams to step foot into a squared circle. When we were focused on tag team wrestling, we were incredibly dominant. And The Corre..well..they're are accomplished but..
London reached downwards and pulled a "Whore 4 Corre" t-shirt into his grasp. He spread it out and took a good look at the logo before shaking his head in dismay.
| Paul London | Now who in their right mind would go about wearing such a distasteful piece of attire in public?
| Tyler Reks | Whores.
| Paul London | Yes, thank you, Reks. Whores indeed. Someone with no self respect. Someone who is looking to make a profit off of crass language. These are the type of people that Gabriel and Slater cater to. Whores. Prostitutes. Dirt bags. Unsavory characters.
Lilian quirked a brow, giving London a very questionable look.
| Lilian Garcia | Paul..don't take this the wrong way but..have you seen your company? You've been involved in some terribly heinous actions. You traveled to Chris Jericho's home with the intent of assaulting and terrorizing his family. And you yourself may have ended the career of Ted DiBiase Jr.
London's expression soured and he placed his top hat back onto his head. It cast a shadow over his eyes and he glared deeply at Lilian. It was suddenly as if he had just become a completely different person.
| Paul London | I don't believe I care for your tone very much. What's the matter? Are you a fan of Gabriel and Slater? ..Are you "Whore 4 The Corre"? ..Or are you simply just a whore?
This insult caused Lilian to gasp and she returned the glare. London performed a mock gasp and slid his hands over his mouth in mockery. He grinned deviously at the ring announcer.
| Paul London | Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt your feelings? So sorry, Lilian. And I'm even more sorry that you're are going to have to watch what we do to Slater and Gabriel. It's going to be hard to fantasize about them after we bludgeon their pretty boy good looks. They were literally HANDED the Tag Team Titles. Do you think that honestly means anything?
| Lilian Garcia | I don't--
| Paul London | Shh..
London held a finger in front of his mouth and hushed Lilian's words.
| Paul London | My, what a mess you've made of things. No wonder they don't allow you to do this very often. Jamilia, could you show Lilian the way out?
Jamilia lifted her head and the worried expression on her face started to change. It became a disturbing grin as her head tilted sideways, and a trickle of black liquid fell from her mouth. She lunged at Lilian from across the table and the announcer ran off in a quick exit.
| Paul London | Riff raff.
London rose from his chair and dusted his hands off. Looking as if it were disgusting to touch, he spread The Corre's t-shirt across the table. He turned his sight towards the camera.
| Paul London | I guess I'll just do this myself. Justin? Heath? Brian and I are not going to stop until the cops drag us off of you. I can give you the number to our therapist because I feel you're going to need him after we're through with you. Tell him all of your problems. He is great at listening.
London swiped a bottle of bourbon that Reks had been consuming during the card game. He poured some of the alcohol onto the black t-shirt.
| Paul London | I can't explain myself because I'm not myself. And who I am at this moment is thinking of horrible things do to both of you. Just awful things. As I understand we have no NBC restrictions. Nothing to hold us back. We can do whatever we want to you. Maybe something like this..
Flicking a lit match onto the booze soaked shirt, it quickly went up into flames. The camera focused on London as the fire flicked about, casting an ominous glow onto his face.
