..Ever since I won this World Championship I began to notice a few things..
The scene began with an extreme close up shot of Brian Kendrick's face. He was unshaven and some strands of his disordered, unkempt hair hung in front of his face. He gave the side of his cheek a few scratches before continuing on.
| Brian Kendrick | A target on my back is one of those things. But I don't really care about that. No, no. Something else caught my attention. Something far more urgent. I noticed that my checks..had a few more zero's at the end of them. And being the generous, kindhearted person that I am, I have decided to spread the wealth a little bit. I'm giving back to those who stuck with my through thick and thin, by golly.
The camera panned backwards to reveal that the Champion was clad in a black colored suit. But, being that this was Brian Kendrick, it looked like he had stolen it from a heroin addict who had previously been ran over by an 18 wheeler. The purple tie he wore was sloppily applied and he more than likely made a conscious effort to look this way. When a wrestler became a World Champion, they always seemed to wear a suit and this was his version of it. He stood in the parking lot of a high class restaurant located on the Disney World property known as Victoria & Albert's and he was not alone. His kept his shiny piece of gold firmly across one of his shoulders as he adjusted it to rest a little more comfortably.
| Brian Kendrick | I am not above using my status as the World Champion of the biggest wrestling company in North America for a few perks. I am a leader. Obviously, my team has my last name in it after all. And I want to celebrate the victory that I'm definitely going to have so I figured why should I wait? After that match we're all going to be sweaty and grimy and fancy restaurants don't allow that sort of thing.
His valet Tiffany was now clung tightly to his arm. She was clad in a short black dress with a matching cow-girl style hat atop of her messy blond hair. A white, sleeveless, fur coat completed her bizarre ensemble. And of course, she had her usual garish make up. Blue lipstick and glitter on her right cheek that formed into a golden dollar sign. Tyler Reks actually had his dreadlocks pulled back for the occasion and a suit with the sleeves torn off to show off his tanned guns. It was a "cleaned up" look for him but he still looked as though he hadn't seen a bar of soap in weeks. Jamilia Craft nervously paced in a dark blue party dress that someone probably tossed onto her. She was uncomfortable but not just because of the dress. She wasn't wearing her mask. Her dark hair covered her face completely and she somewhat resembled the antagonist from The Ring film. Daffney was in her gothic finest, entirely in black and purple. She spun about in a circle while twirling her ruffled skirt until Dr. Stevie pulled her over by one of her arms. The Doctor wore a black suit, not unlike Kendrick's, and his hair was pulled back into a ponytail. The doctor and patient couple kept close to one another. Paul London rounded out the group, in an all white suit with a black trim. A white tap rested upon his head and he seemed very pleased with his swanky surroundings. He snapped a white glove against his wrist and grinned to the camera.
| Brian Kendrick | And I realize that this what a typical champion does to prepare for his matches. Orton and Jericho are probably out hitting the gym hard, brah. Or studying tapes or something equally as tedious. But I'm not going to be your typical champion. Oh, and I sent out an invitation to Punk but he's either turned us down or will, as usual, show up fashionably late. More sushi for us! Gang! Let us enter!
The group of misfits began to head inside when Jamilia began to tug on one of Brian's arms. He gave the redheaded step-child of the stable a skeptical look as she peeked upwards from behind her black hair.
| Brian Kendrick | Can I help you?
| Jamilia Craft | I-I don't have my mask. I don't know how to deal with this.
Kendrick jerked his arm away and the members of the squad gave the young diva looks of disapproval as they passed her.
| Brian Kendrick | Paul, explain this to her. I really don't have the time.
London stepped in front of Jamilia but not before taking a moment to smooth out the brim of his hat.
| Paul London | This is a fancy restaurant. You can't wear your mask. We're trying to fit in.
Craft very hesitantly followed the others inside where the decor could be viewed. Very brightly lit with a massive fish tank displaying an assortment of colorful and rare aquatic life. Daffney pressed her face against the glass and made faces while the Gang were already catching the attention of those gathered inside. A sharply dressed waiter approached.
| Waiter | Good, ah, evening, do you have a reservation?
| Brian Kendrick | I do. Table for seven.
| Waiter | V-Very good. Last name?
| Brian Kendrick | Jericho. Jericho family. Christopher Jericho. This is my lovely wife Jessica. She's very blond, as you can tell. We're both really Canadian.
Tiffany gave a half-hearted wave while draping herself along Brian's shoulder.
| Tiffany | Charmed. What kind of booze do you have?
| Brian Kendrick | Let's take our seat first, dear.
| Tiffany | Yes, honey bunch.
| Waiter | Right this way..
The weary waiter waved the group along as Kendrick made sure to hold his golden title high above his head for all to see. London, meanwhile. tipped his hat and cordially introduced himself to every wealthy person they passed en route to their table. Everyone took a seat at a table positioned at them middle of the table except Jamilia. As a joke, her chair was actually a child's highchair.
| Jamilia Craft | I-I-I c-can't fit in this.
| Brian Kendrick | Try.
Kendrick swiftly held his menu in front of his face while Jamilia futilely attempted to get her leg into the high chair. She was freaking out enough and now even more so since she was being stared at. London took a deep, peaceful breath and propped his hands behind his head.
| Paul London | The atmosphere. The beautiful people. Life doesn't get much better than this. Let's not forget who is responsible for making all of this happen. The man who will lead us into victory at Survivor Series!
London began to applaud and the rest of the group soon joined in. Kendrick rose from his chair and took a few bows but not before displaying his title above his head again.
| Brian Kendrick | Yes, yes, thank you. I am the World Champion of a major organization, it's true. Snap some photo's you disgusting, rich pigs.
As Brian returned to his seat, a new waiter approached to take drink orders.
| Waiter | What can I get everyone to drink?
| Tiffany | The entire right side of the alcohol menu.
| Brian Kendrick | I'll have what she's having.
| Jamilia Craft | I-I can't..f-fit into this..
| Daffney | A BIG 'OL PITCHER OF KOOL-AID! RED!
| Paul London | Your most expensive bottle of wine, my good man.
| Dr. Stevie | Water with lemon.
| Tyler Reks | I want a steak. Rare. I want bleeding. It better be bleeding.
| Waiter | R-Right..
The waiter quickly departed to fetch the strange assortment of drinks and slab of meat. Dr. Stevie looked about before leaning closer to Brian.
| Dr. Stevie | These arrangements are..lovely. But now might be a good time to talk strategy. Prepare ourselves for our opponents. Make sure we're all on the same page.
| Brian Kendrick | BUZZ-KILLER. Swear to God. Have you ever had fun in your entire life? But I guess we SHOULD go over the losers we're going to butcher. Even if Punk isn't here to add his input.
| Dr. Stevie | It's just that their team does sound a tad more..ah..well rounded?
| Brian Kendrick | PRECISELY! I didn't want an all-star team. How boring and cliche is that? I wanted YOU GUYS! I don't care if Reks has had like three matches the entire time he's been here. I don't care if you don't even wrestle any more. This is where the fun and unpredictability lies. Their team is a bunch of glory hounds. Do you honestly believe a single one of them is going to get along? Hell no. We are a team. Trust me. Everything is going to work out just fine. Look at you, Doc. You don't have an ounce of fat on you. You work out non-stop. Jeff Hardy is a sloppy druggy and Sting is past his prime. You're in the best physical condition of anyone I've ever seen. You've got this.
| Daffney | Show 'em your guns, baby!
| Dr. Stevie | Well, I do attempt to keep my body as sharp as my mind..
Richards rolled up his sleeve to show his impressive, tanned bicep. Even if he didn't see much ring action, he still kept his body in top physical condition. He saw no reason to become physical if he surrounded himself with others to do that for him.
| Brian Kendrick | And Reks..
The drinks were passed out. Kendrick and Tiffany quickly began to down drinks while Reks started to tear into his steak with his bare hands.
| Paul London | Use your utensil's you animal..
| Brian Kendrick | Are an animal. Exactly. I know you've been dying to get in the ring and show what you're capable of. This is your chance on huge platform. Rip out Orton's skeleton. Kick Jericho so hard he see's the curvature of the Earth. I don't care what you do. Just hurt someone.
| Tyler Reks | ..I can do that..
| Brian Kendrick | And you, Paul. I don't even have to talk you up. You were the PTG Champion. You're active. We beat the Tag Team Champions together. As a team the two of us are unstoppable. We've got this. I'm not sweating it one little bit.
The Midnight Gang leader kicked his feet up upon the table and tossed some menu's to the waiter as he returned without even glancing at him.
| Brian Kendrick | Bring us a lot of stuff that sounds French and expensive. And sushi.
| Paul London | No onions please!
| Dr. Stevie | While it is true that our opponents have no strong ties to one another they are very formidable. But maybe you're right. They have no common link. They've never worked together, most of them despise one another, and they certainly aren't as unified as we are. If they aren't on the same page, we can pick them off one by one..
| Brian Kendrick | Of course I'm right. Cody Rhodes? Who cares? He's been lost in the shuffle for so long that he doesn't even matter anymore. He just jumped at the chance to get into a main event. Someone put him out of his misery. In fact, if one of you do it in the first five minutes, I'll buy you a goldfish or something. Make me happy.
London, Reks and Richards all exchanged matching dark grins with one another.
| Paul London | But what about Randy Orton? He got involved with one of my matches. Hardly sporting of him. It just wasn't decent. The man simply has no class at all.
| Brian Kendrick | He bores me. That guy is what passed for unstable in this dump for so long? What a joke. RKO, Punt, RKO, Punt, RKO, Punt. Where is the variety? As I've said before, he doesn't even let his victims suffer. I'm not afraid of him. I'm going to find something that effects him emotionally. I know it exists somewhere out there. I just have to peel back a few layers of skin to find it. But until then, Paul, get your revenge. Make him pay. Splatter his brains all over the canvas for all I care.
| Dr. Stevie | Sting and Jeff Hardy are making returns. Ring rust, I assume but they are wild cards.
| Brian Kendrick | Hardy? Mr-I-Can't-Handle-My-Drugs? What's he going to do? Get his army of fat, ugly goth chicks to tear me limb from limb? Make me listen to his god awful music? Doodle a hideously overrated painting? He's nothing. A hasbeen. I'm not concerned with him. And Sting? What museum did they find his corpse hanging out in? I guess some people consider him a legend but even legend's know when to get scared. We aren't the nWo and this isn't WCW. If one of you smash his wind pipe in with that bat of his I'll make sure you're handsomely rewarded.
| Tyler Reks | And Jericho?
| Brian Kendrick | Did you see how easily I took that title from him? He doesn't have it anymore. And something tells me Punk is going to do all the work for us when it comes to him. Together, we made his life a complete and utter hell. And if he has to stare down both of us at once he's not going to have a prayer. He is going to crumble under the pressure and I'm going to salivate watching it. He ran all of you down. He's called you losers. He's underestimating you just like he underestimated me. Prove him wrong. Show him that you deserve to be in the main event. Show him that all the big names in the world won't be able to save him from us. Broken and at my feet. That's how I want him. That..no good, rotten, mother..
The meal had been served to the group during the conversation and Kendrick's words had begun to slur. Tiffany was already completely drunk off her ass, smiling off at nothing in particular. Her hands rested on her cheeks before her head slammed onto the table with a thud. London looked down at his plate and slowly removed his top-hat. Their were onions. Something he specifically asked not to have. His features tensed and his nostrils flared. He stood up from his chair and gentle took a waiter by the arm. His jaw clenched and he looked ready to calmly explain but instead he smashed a pitcher of water over his head. Unhinged, and causing a complete scene with his actions, he screamed at the hapless server while stomping on him.
| Paul London | I SAID NO ONIONS, YOU STUPID BASTARD!
Kendrick, as if this mayhem was nothing worth blinking an eye at, began to rub his palms at the expertly prepared rabbit on the center of the dining table.
| Brian Kendrick | Can't wait to dig into this rabbit.
Jamilia, who had almost actually managed to fit into the high chair, stared at the rabbit with alarm. During her transformation, Dr. Stevie had locked her into a dark room and forced her to snuff out poor, defenseless animals. Namely rabbits.
| Jamilia Craft | R-R-Rabbit? ..I don't know how to handle this. I-I don't. I don't. I DON'T!!!
Jamilia grabbed the freshly prepared main course and tossed it across the room, causing some shocked sounds from the other customers before storming out in a wild dash. Daffney clapped her hands in joy while Dr. Stevie buried a hand over his face, shaking stuff.
| Daffney | YEAH! Break stuff, break stuff, break stuff! HEHEHEH!
Kendrick, intoxicated and with an unamused expression on his face, began to glare.
| Brian Kendrick | Reks, help me flip this god damn table.
Upon that command, Kendrick and Reks tossed the table until it was upside down. It crashed in a heap and Daffney clapped her hands above her head, thoroughly enjoying the show. Tiffany remained slumped in her chair, she would more than likely suffer from a killer hangover in the morning. Kendrick once again held his title belt aloft as he took his leave from all the chaos going on around him. The restaurant full of non-wrestling fans were understandably appalled.
| Brian Kendrick | Coming through, coming through. Very important. World Champion. Move you ugly dogs.
And finally a woman was heard declaring in the background..
| Woman | That Jericho family..such a pack of animals!
