The mind is restless and constantly thinking. Everyone has a different way of quieting it. But some people went about things in slightly more reckless manner than others. Or in this case, significantly more reckless. But that has always been the M.O. of..

| Brian Kendrick | Rosebuds. Get on my dick.

A former World Champion. However, despite that being a noteworthy feat, it was overshadowed by a list of other infamous deeds. Killing dogs, trying to set people on fire, pulling out a knife during a match, no-showing the Slammy awards, etc, etc. Just being a general, chaotic force of nature. But he was still a human and still had simple carnal desires. This was why he was laying on a plush red, with red silk sheets, inside of the Exotic Express. The enormous party bus filled with party guests of all shapes and sizes. Toxins and poisons of every variety. A pair of females stood at the edge of the bed, a brunette and a blonde, dressed like a nurse and a cat respectively, looked at one another with hesitation. They knew very well of his reputation and tendency to go completely off the hinges. They both gave looks to Adam Rose who had just pushed through some velvet curtains, who shrugged a bit with a clueless sort of expression. He turned to leave.

| Adam Rose | Didn't meant to interrupt!

| Brian Kendrick | No. Stay.

Kendrick rose up and scrunched his face.

| Brian Kendrick | But not that kind of way. I don't want you creepy South African eyes watching. I need to talk to you.

The pair of female Rosebuds began to slowly crawl onto the bed.

| Brian Kendrick | Rosebuds. Stop. Do not commence with sex. Roll me a joint first. No stems. Don't even pretend like you don't know how to do it. And, no, I'm not doing it because I think it's cool. I'm doing it to keep my mind free and open to keep any outside frequencies from getting in.

A notable conspiracy theorist aficionado, he believed in everything from lizard people to the moon being a hologram.

| Brian Kendrick | Adam. What am I doing?

| Adam Rose | At this particular moment?

| Brian Kendrick | No, god damn you. At the show.

It would be his first match in some years on EBWF television. He couldn't even recall the last time he had a match on Warfare. One would think he would have formed a plan but Kendrick was never much for preparation.

| Adam Rose | You have a match with Justin Gabriel.

| Brian Kendrick | Justin Gabriel? His 'I jump out of planes, motocross is my life, two thumbs' looking ass is still slumming around?

| Adam Rose | Indeed he is. Happened to get a a win over when the PTG title was vacant..

Rose clapped his hands together, clenching them, with a grin.

| Adam Rose | Somewhat ironic! Because that's exactly what you're both going to be fighting for! The PTG title! Could you do me a favor and give him a good, stiff kick in the teeth for me? I still owe him for that.

With the joint effectively rolled and lit, Brian took an inhale and then offered a hit to Rose who declined.

| Adam Rose | I try not to dabble too much. Just supply.

| Brian Kendrick | Well, here's what I do know. Justin Gabriel is a serious competitor. A fierce, serious competitor and a serious challenge for anyone and blah blah blah. You know the usual spiel by now that everyone says by now. But I sort of need to win that match so I can have that title. I need to worm my way into main events, something I'm pretty damn good at. Justin Gabriel can go..be a werewolf or some shit.

| Adam Rose | So, are you saying you have a plan?

| Brian Kendrick | Hell no. No plan. I dunno what I'll do if he wins. He's like a undercover fat ass. He hits me with that flippy shit he does and I'm dead. I'll just have to kill him before he has the chance? Does he have a girlfriend I can kidnap or something? Velvet Sky? Are they dating? I could force myself upon her and while he's distracted hit 'em with the Sliced Bread. Or I could pull out one of her teeth and hand them to him all "HOW PRETTY IS SHE NOW"?! Or something.

He paused and rubbed a pair of fingers between his eyes.

| Brian Kendrick | I should really start..thinking. Coming up with something. What can I do to surprise people anymore? I've kind of done everything. I've done it all. I've..done..every..

While his voice trailed off he slowly reached behind his back and pulled out a gun. The two Rosebuds began to scream their heads off but it's not like anyone else could hear them over the thumbing, bass heavy music. He put his arm around one of them, the brunette in the nurse outfit, pulled her close and placed the barrel against her head.

| Adam Rose | Whoa, whoa, whoa!

| Brian Kendrick | Brian storm. Or, hey, BRIAN storm. This. This might get me noticed. This might stir up some attention. Splatter someone's head all over the room. Haven't done that yet!

The Rosebud was beginning to hyperventilate. Kendrick released a heavy sigh.

| Brian Kendrick | What am I doing? How is this going to help? Do you think Justin Gabriel is holding some random chick at gun point? He's probably at a gym training his ass of. Ready to win. I got another idea. I'll just..put it in my mouth..and..

Releasing the female, Brian opened his mouth wide and slid the barrel in. She quickly huddled up with the other Rosebud and then both crowded around Rose who looked as though his eyes were about to pop out. Kendrick closed his eyes tight, slipped his hand onto the trigger and after a few long, passing moments, pulled the trigger. His head reeled back slightly but it was still in tact and not all over the wall. He slowly pulled the gun out and opened eyes. He pointed it towards the ceiling and pulled the trigger again. A stream of water came out. A grin appeared on his face.

| Brian Kendrick | I just wanted to see the looks on your faces! I NEEDED that reaction! Let's get to the arena!

Adam Rose and The Rosebuds were still completely stunned by this and their hesitation was not what Kendrick was looking for at the moment. His face tensed up and he began to glare.

| Brian Kendrick | I got a real one underneath the bed. Loaded. Oh, oh. Do you want to see it?! THEN MOVE!

| Adam Rose | Y-You heard him! Let's get going!

Rose frantically ushered the Rosebuds out of the room and they all went pushing through the curtain. Next stop: The Phillips Arena.

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The trio that made their way through the arena in Atlanta certainly stood out amongst the crowd. Brian Kendrick, rarely seen, dressed in one of his white colored ring jackets, walking with a purpose. Adam Rose, sans Rosebuds at the moment, but in a garish, red colored fur coat, and Stardust, of course, who one couldn't help but stare at in his skin tight, black, purple and silver bodysuit. They could be spotted a mile away, and spotted they were by Renee Young. Kendrick didn't give any kind interview when he took part in the Royal Rumble, to remain mysterious, so the blonde was chomping at the bit. However, the three simply pushed right past her.

| Brian Kendrick | Move BITCH.

Kendrick pushed some of his long, brown hair aside and scowled before looking towards Rose, who was walking beside him.

| Brian Kendrick | Does she always smell so nice?

| Adam Rose | Always.

Michael Cole was next to try his hand but Kendrick, without even looking at him, smacked the mic from his hand kept progressing forward.

| Brian Kendrick | Move BITCH. See?! I'm not being sexist!

They continued into a room where Brian snatched the first steel chair he would find and hurled it across the room. His hair hung in front of his face and he looked rather deranged as he stomped about.

| Brian Kendrick | We walk through this whole damn arena and Gabriel isn't anywhere to be found?! I mean, I didn't check the women's locker room, he might be in there getting his hair styled!

Suddenly, he snatched Rose by his coat and snarled up at him.

| Brian Kendrick | Did you bring COOL looking Rosebuds like I told you to? Not the pussy hamburger or guy in an afro wig?

| Adam Rose | Y-Yep! Got 'em!

Kendrick slowly released his cohort, lacky, what have you, when he saw what he needed. One Rosebud, a tall male dressed like a bad ass Werewolf, with a big, scary mask and claws. Another, a female, dressed like the well dwelling spirit from the ring. He sighed in contentment.

| Brian Kendrick | I'm good now. Make them cool around me. I don't want to be around a..bunny or Abe Lincoln. Hey. Make them form a throne for me. A human throne.

| Adam Rose | Rosebuds!

Rose, the taskmaster, pointed to the floor and a much darker and by Kendrick's standards 'cooler' looking group of Rosebuds all piled up similar to a cheerleader pyramid. Kendrick sat upon them and kicked his feet.

| Brian Kendrick | Hey. Stardust. Interview me about how I'm going to kick Justin Gabriel so hard he has bones in his stool.

The animated and completely cracked out of his mind, intergalactic grappler had no hesitation bounding forward for the task. He began to pace back and forth, rubbing his gloved palms together.

| Stardust | D-D-D-Dark matter! The universe is imploding! Nebula's in bloom! Stars are falling! The world is over! It's all over! Ah ha ha HA!

The Breakout Champion started to shove his fingers into his mouth, gurgling and hacking violently before running off to god knows where. Even Kendrick looked a little put off by this.

| Brian Kendrick | What in the FUCK is wrong with him?

| Adam Rose | I'm..not..really sure.

| Brian Kendrick | Nevermind. The hell with it. Zoom in on this camera while I sit on my throne of bodies.

Kendrick adjusted himself on his lofty throne of human beings and folded his hands underneath of his chin.

| Brian Kendrick | This place is boring and someone needs to shake it up. That someone is me. I need to leave Justin Gabriel laying flat on his back, hopeless, and win the PTG Title. So I can cash that bastard in and take the World Championship away from Solomon Crowe. I'm not impressed with that overly tan, troll doll, hacker midget. ..And, yes, I realize the irony in ME calling someone a midget. But this guy has beaten John Cena. JOHN CENA. Boy scout, Captain America, Dudley-Do-Right. So either a few things are going down here. You have all gotten soft since I went away. Or..

He held out his hand looked down at both offering his varying point of view.

| Brian Kendrick | ..Solomon Crowe is just that good. Maybe I'm rusty and worn down and all just shock value. Maybe Justin Gabriel beats my ass and 450's me through the center of the ring and I crawl off to a hole somewhere to rot and die. Maybe I've been resting on my reputation too long and a guy like Gabriel is looking to make his name off of me.

Slowly, he drug his tongue across his lip like some kind of starving animal in front of a three course meal.

| Brian Kendrick | But I'm really hungry again. And I want one more run at the top. To do that I have got to grab Justin Gabriel by his throat and use him to make an example. I still have something amazing left in me. I can still do something that will stun all of these stupid, ugly fans and have them with their mouths hanging down to their feet. The easiest road to accomplish this is through Gabriel and getting that Path to Glory gold.

He laughed quietly to himself and pushed some hair back aside even if it just fell right back over his face.

| Brian Kendrick | I want to do something so severe and so drastic that even *I* think it's too far. Solomon Crowe can't give you that. John Cena can't give you that. JUSTIN GABRIEL, sure as hell can't give you that. But I can. I'm here to be World Champion. The last time it happened, everyone said I was too reckless and I burned out. I made my money, I main evented Wrestle Mania, I went away. I HAVE to do something drastic so no one can ever forget about me again. And if I can't do that..well..

A dark, crooked little grin spread across his face.

| Brian Kendrick | ..I don't want to find out what I might do. So let's all hope Justin Gabriel plays along like a good little pawn, takes his beating, and gets out of my way. I plan on making things very, very interesting. ..I'm a man of my word..

This was the excess emotion Kendrick had displayed since returning and only putting forth a lazy, uncaring swagger. As he stated, he was motivated now. It seemed as though he had a real purpose and a goal. And he proclaimed all of this while setting on a pile of bodies. A symbolic display of what's to come?