Ghost #2
Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 7:48 pm
A simple white room. Brian Kendrick sat on a stool and his posture was slumped over and his head was lowered. Even a victory over a former rival didn't seem to do a great deal to get him out of his rut. It began to seem as though he were chasing after something that was entirely unobtainable. Messy long hair, an unshaved face, a thin, light pink and blue colored hoodie with black shorts covered his body as he slowly lifted his eyes to look into the camera
| Brian Kendrick | Fighting for relevance. I understand the feeling. In this constantly changing pro wrestling world. Where the hot new thing shows up every month. So many brand new faces. Everything is newer, better and NOW. Everyone is trying to keep afloat. Like the guy I'm going to be standing in the ring with soon..
His expression took one of mild irritation but nothing too extreme or animated.
| Brian Kendrick | So, Ted DiBiase and The Miz, went on and on and I think talked more shit about me in a few minutes than anyone else has in the entire year! Thank you, Ted! Thank you, Miz! Thank you for keeping my name out there! Except..
For a brief moment there he actually did have some life and spirit but it quickly faded off and back into his now typical sullen and miserable mood
| Brian Kendrick | ..you didn't really follow through with a single thing that you said. You didn't beat me mentally or physically. BOOOOO! LOSERS! BOOOOOO!
Kendrick's voice rose as he stood up from his stool and pointed a pair of thumbs downwards, booing as if he were a fan trying to demoralize his least favorite performer. He slumped back onto the stool
| Brian Kendrick | For lack of a better term, I seriously kicked your dick into the dirt. And. I. Feel. Good. Much better now. I've finally got that ugly, Miz monkey off of my back that had been hounding me and haunting me for years..
A smile. And not even an evil one. A genuine smile. But like his previous flash of energy, it disappeared just as quickly
| Brian Kendrick | I'm lying. It didn't really vindicate me as much as I was hoping for. It gave my heart a little jolt but..that was all, really. Just a brief moment of..something. And I'm not really sure what it was.
A hand slowly slid over his mouth. What he was searching for seemed to be a constant train of thought. A few fingers parted so he could speak without being muffled while he gazed off into nothing
| Brian Kendrick | It didn't really give me what I was looking for other than personal satisfaction. I beat The Miz. Former World Champ. Former..I don't know how many other titles he's held. A lot. I didn't..get..the spotlight I wanted. I'm trying to catch dreams but all I'm getting are nightmares. I was on the internet talking about how I'm broke and I hate the company I work for and how everyone running it are a bunch of assholes and, as I predicted, nothing. I think Stacy Keibler's legs were trending on twitter. So, I guess I got to do something else. And that something else..is you, Ted.
Kendrick raised a finger and pointed it towards the camera while his face tightened a bit
| Brian Kendrick | Don't get me wrong, DiBiase. I really don't care if you wear nice suits or what kind of car you drive or you have money. Spare me the banality. I may not have "IT" anymore but I'm not that stale, vapid or unimaginative yet. I'm going to tear into you, Ted, for the same reason I tore into Miz. Because. I'm trying. To fill. Something. In.
He struck his own knee with a balled up fist, each time he uttered one of his spaced out and deliberate words.
| Brian Kendrick | And what exactly, is that something? I needed to beat Miz because he took my career high point away from me. And I need to beat you Ted, because you ruined something for me. A couple of Wrestle Mania's back, I don't know which one, I had three matches. In one of those matches I set Mick Foley on fire and pushed him off a structure I don't know how many feet above the ground..
A heavy sigh. These memories suddenly caused him to become even more melancholy and dejected.
| Brian Kendrick | ..God damn, I went from someone who had three Wrestle Mania matches to..this. Anyway, three matches in one night. I won two of them. EXCEPT my match against you, Ted. You won. I mean, smashed your head in with a steel door immediately afterwords but a win is still a win. I don't forget..ANYTHING. I'm exorcising all the demons of my past and you, Ted, are one of my specter's. Let me make this very, very clear. I'm not losing to you, DiBiase. I can't. If I don't hurt you..I don't want to think about what's going to happen so let's just say that isn't an option, alright?
There was a real sense of desperation in his voice that had never really been there before. Not from someone who had always been so scheming and artful when it came to causing panic and chaos
| Brian Kendrick | Winning the King of the Ring MIGHT validate me. It MIGHT make me something again. It MIGHT make everyone stop living in the past and stop saying "remember the time Brian Kendrick did THAT THING?" I need this. I need this more than Miz and that's why I beat him. I need this more than Ted DiBiase and that's why he's going to have to concuss me or break something, break LOTS OF THINGS, to keep me from beating him. I think Ted knows better than just about anyone of the lengths I'm capable of going to when I want to win a match.
Though far from the largest performer on the roster, he did have a threshold for pain that was alarming when he was motivated. The goal was there. But was the motivation and ethic to see it through?
| Brian Kendrick | Ted. Your opinion of me is that I'm underwhelming. Well, allow me to take your opinion, throw it to the floor, bend it over and screw it's living brains out. Bleeding. No protection. And Miz can watch. And Cry. And then you both can lick your wounds and try to figure out how everything went so wrong. Oh? Also? You want me to name all of The Midnight Gang Members? Paul London, Tiffany, Daffney, Stevie Richards, Tyler Reks, and Jamilia Craft. And, WOW, does that not sound as impressive as I remember but we were always better than The Trilogy or whatever the hell you call yourselves when AJ Styles' "indefinite hiatus, guys" looking ass isn't around. The Sequel? Is that it? Sequel's are always terrible. And unnecessary. Just like you two and..
| Brian Kendrick | ..I can't. This driving me crazy. It's like having spiders walking through your skin. Tried to set myself on fire and that didn't do anything? Maybe I should try this instead. HEY. EVERYBODY. Would Ted DiBiase do this? Would DOLPH ZIGGLER do this? For your entertainment? Look at me! Talk about me!
Reaching down towards the floor, he scooped a rather large roach up and let it crawl around on his arm. After staring at it for a moment he proceeded to eat it. He stuffed it right into his mouth. It didn't seem to set very well for him. He already looked nauseated. Probably from a combination of a lot of different reasons. But with all those factors mixing together, he rose up, clutched his stomach and quickly vomited. After dropping back onto the stool he wiped his mouth off with an arm.
| Brian Kendrick | Am I important now? Some people shoot, some people walk around with mega phones and I do this. Hey Ted. Match is cancelled. You win. You and Miz can have a few drinks and brag about how you won by forfeit. Lower it. Lower it.
A tight noose, lowered from the ceiling and it wasn't exactly known who was providing it. Kendrick gave a mocking wink to the camera before he slipped it around his neck and stood up on the stool. He kicked the stool out from under him as only his legs could be seen which were wiggling about. Some panicked voices could be heard getting increasingly louder and closer. The scene quickly cut away and it could be hoped that those supplying the voices could end this before Kendrick had ended himself.
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Following the filming of the promo, Kendrick sat outside of the building in which it was being produced. He flicked away a finished cigarette as member of the editing team approached with a nervous and high-strung look.
| Editor | Jesus Christ, man.
Kendrick didn't say anything or acknowledge the person speaking to him as the night air blew through his air.
| Editor | I really don't know if they're going to let us put that on television.
| Brian Kendrick | Then put it on the 'net.
| Editor | I just mean, with everything happening lately..the wrestling world is kind of in mourning and..are you actively trying to get released?
Brian looked up with a little grin
| Brian Kendrick | Wes isn't a pussy. I don't think he's going to care. I've done worst stuff. DiBiase is probably just going to stand in front of a wall and talk so this should offset that.
A flame from a lighter flicked underneath of a cigarette and quickly lit
| Brian Kendrick | Even though I don't really have any problem with Ted. I like 'em. Other than he's friends with The Miz. So he's alright. Other than choosing shitty friends.
The editor still looked a little uncomfortable with the whole thing and Kendrick brushed him off
| Brian Kendrick | Quit fuckin' worrying. This will probably be the last important thing you do with me anyway. I'm sure Ted is going to go over. I still mean a LITTLE something. He goes over me and gets a rub and I go back to purgatory until someone remembers I have a job and I get sent to the indies and get REAL sad trying to charge 50 dollars an autograph to people I hate.
The silence and anxiety of the editor was beginning to get to him and he suddenly snapped his eyes upwards and barked out an order
| Brian Kendrick | FUCK OFF. Go do your job.
Begrudgingly, the editor headed back inside as Kendrick stared him down the entire way. He figured if he was going to crash and burn he might as well do so as hard as humanly possible. Not just burn bridges, completely nuke them.
| Brian Kendrick | Fighting for relevance. I understand the feeling. In this constantly changing pro wrestling world. Where the hot new thing shows up every month. So many brand new faces. Everything is newer, better and NOW. Everyone is trying to keep afloat. Like the guy I'm going to be standing in the ring with soon..
His expression took one of mild irritation but nothing too extreme or animated.
| Brian Kendrick | So, Ted DiBiase and The Miz, went on and on and I think talked more shit about me in a few minutes than anyone else has in the entire year! Thank you, Ted! Thank you, Miz! Thank you for keeping my name out there! Except..
For a brief moment there he actually did have some life and spirit but it quickly faded off and back into his now typical sullen and miserable mood
| Brian Kendrick | ..you didn't really follow through with a single thing that you said. You didn't beat me mentally or physically. BOOOOO! LOSERS! BOOOOOO!
Kendrick's voice rose as he stood up from his stool and pointed a pair of thumbs downwards, booing as if he were a fan trying to demoralize his least favorite performer. He slumped back onto the stool
| Brian Kendrick | For lack of a better term, I seriously kicked your dick into the dirt. And. I. Feel. Good. Much better now. I've finally got that ugly, Miz monkey off of my back that had been hounding me and haunting me for years..
A smile. And not even an evil one. A genuine smile. But like his previous flash of energy, it disappeared just as quickly
| Brian Kendrick | I'm lying. It didn't really vindicate me as much as I was hoping for. It gave my heart a little jolt but..that was all, really. Just a brief moment of..something. And I'm not really sure what it was.
A hand slowly slid over his mouth. What he was searching for seemed to be a constant train of thought. A few fingers parted so he could speak without being muffled while he gazed off into nothing
| Brian Kendrick | It didn't really give me what I was looking for other than personal satisfaction. I beat The Miz. Former World Champ. Former..I don't know how many other titles he's held. A lot. I didn't..get..the spotlight I wanted. I'm trying to catch dreams but all I'm getting are nightmares. I was on the internet talking about how I'm broke and I hate the company I work for and how everyone running it are a bunch of assholes and, as I predicted, nothing. I think Stacy Keibler's legs were trending on twitter. So, I guess I got to do something else. And that something else..is you, Ted.
Kendrick raised a finger and pointed it towards the camera while his face tightened a bit
| Brian Kendrick | Don't get me wrong, DiBiase. I really don't care if you wear nice suits or what kind of car you drive or you have money. Spare me the banality. I may not have "IT" anymore but I'm not that stale, vapid or unimaginative yet. I'm going to tear into you, Ted, for the same reason I tore into Miz. Because. I'm trying. To fill. Something. In.
He struck his own knee with a balled up fist, each time he uttered one of his spaced out and deliberate words.
| Brian Kendrick | And what exactly, is that something? I needed to beat Miz because he took my career high point away from me. And I need to beat you Ted, because you ruined something for me. A couple of Wrestle Mania's back, I don't know which one, I had three matches. In one of those matches I set Mick Foley on fire and pushed him off a structure I don't know how many feet above the ground..
A heavy sigh. These memories suddenly caused him to become even more melancholy and dejected.
| Brian Kendrick | ..God damn, I went from someone who had three Wrestle Mania matches to..this. Anyway, three matches in one night. I won two of them. EXCEPT my match against you, Ted. You won. I mean, smashed your head in with a steel door immediately afterwords but a win is still a win. I don't forget..ANYTHING. I'm exorcising all the demons of my past and you, Ted, are one of my specter's. Let me make this very, very clear. I'm not losing to you, DiBiase. I can't. If I don't hurt you..I don't want to think about what's going to happen so let's just say that isn't an option, alright?
There was a real sense of desperation in his voice that had never really been there before. Not from someone who had always been so scheming and artful when it came to causing panic and chaos
| Brian Kendrick | Winning the King of the Ring MIGHT validate me. It MIGHT make me something again. It MIGHT make everyone stop living in the past and stop saying "remember the time Brian Kendrick did THAT THING?" I need this. I need this more than Miz and that's why I beat him. I need this more than Ted DiBiase and that's why he's going to have to concuss me or break something, break LOTS OF THINGS, to keep me from beating him. I think Ted knows better than just about anyone of the lengths I'm capable of going to when I want to win a match.
Though far from the largest performer on the roster, he did have a threshold for pain that was alarming when he was motivated. The goal was there. But was the motivation and ethic to see it through?
| Brian Kendrick | Ted. Your opinion of me is that I'm underwhelming. Well, allow me to take your opinion, throw it to the floor, bend it over and screw it's living brains out. Bleeding. No protection. And Miz can watch. And Cry. And then you both can lick your wounds and try to figure out how everything went so wrong. Oh? Also? You want me to name all of The Midnight Gang Members? Paul London, Tiffany, Daffney, Stevie Richards, Tyler Reks, and Jamilia Craft. And, WOW, does that not sound as impressive as I remember but we were always better than The Trilogy or whatever the hell you call yourselves when AJ Styles' "indefinite hiatus, guys" looking ass isn't around. The Sequel? Is that it? Sequel's are always terrible. And unnecessary. Just like you two and..
| Brian Kendrick | ..I can't. This driving me crazy. It's like having spiders walking through your skin. Tried to set myself on fire and that didn't do anything? Maybe I should try this instead. HEY. EVERYBODY. Would Ted DiBiase do this? Would DOLPH ZIGGLER do this? For your entertainment? Look at me! Talk about me!
Reaching down towards the floor, he scooped a rather large roach up and let it crawl around on his arm. After staring at it for a moment he proceeded to eat it. He stuffed it right into his mouth. It didn't seem to set very well for him. He already looked nauseated. Probably from a combination of a lot of different reasons. But with all those factors mixing together, he rose up, clutched his stomach and quickly vomited. After dropping back onto the stool he wiped his mouth off with an arm.
| Brian Kendrick | Am I important now? Some people shoot, some people walk around with mega phones and I do this. Hey Ted. Match is cancelled. You win. You and Miz can have a few drinks and brag about how you won by forfeit. Lower it. Lower it.
A tight noose, lowered from the ceiling and it wasn't exactly known who was providing it. Kendrick gave a mocking wink to the camera before he slipped it around his neck and stood up on the stool. He kicked the stool out from under him as only his legs could be seen which were wiggling about. Some panicked voices could be heard getting increasingly louder and closer. The scene quickly cut away and it could be hoped that those supplying the voices could end this before Kendrick had ended himself.
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Following the filming of the promo, Kendrick sat outside of the building in which it was being produced. He flicked away a finished cigarette as member of the editing team approached with a nervous and high-strung look.
| Editor | Jesus Christ, man.
Kendrick didn't say anything or acknowledge the person speaking to him as the night air blew through his air.
| Editor | I really don't know if they're going to let us put that on television.
| Brian Kendrick | Then put it on the 'net.
| Editor | I just mean, with everything happening lately..the wrestling world is kind of in mourning and..are you actively trying to get released?
Brian looked up with a little grin
| Brian Kendrick | Wes isn't a pussy. I don't think he's going to care. I've done worst stuff. DiBiase is probably just going to stand in front of a wall and talk so this should offset that.
A flame from a lighter flicked underneath of a cigarette and quickly lit
| Brian Kendrick | Even though I don't really have any problem with Ted. I like 'em. Other than he's friends with The Miz. So he's alright. Other than choosing shitty friends.
The editor still looked a little uncomfortable with the whole thing and Kendrick brushed him off
| Brian Kendrick | Quit fuckin' worrying. This will probably be the last important thing you do with me anyway. I'm sure Ted is going to go over. I still mean a LITTLE something. He goes over me and gets a rub and I go back to purgatory until someone remembers I have a job and I get sent to the indies and get REAL sad trying to charge 50 dollars an autograph to people I hate.
The silence and anxiety of the editor was beginning to get to him and he suddenly snapped his eyes upwards and barked out an order
| Brian Kendrick | FUCK OFF. Go do your job.
Begrudgingly, the editor headed back inside as Kendrick stared him down the entire way. He figured if he was going to crash and burn he might as well do so as hard as humanly possible. Not just burn bridges, completely nuke them.