Pain Fetish

[Jack]

"..Your transmission is being interrupted.."

A voice could be heard over a screen of nothing but darkness. An eerie and distorted voice. But not distorted through means of technology. It was just someone with their hand cupped over their mouth, speaking in a lower tone of voice. That same voice began trying to imitate the sound of a scrambled television. The darkness slowly faded to reveal Brian Kendrick as the culprit. His eyes darted left and right for a moment before he stepped backwards to give the camera some space. He threw his arms outwards in a grand gesture.

| Brian Kendrick | ..Welcome to..the Octopus Garden. This..is an undisclosed location..

It was difficult to tell where exactly Kendrick was standing. It looked like an empty warehouse where productivity may have taken place some years ago. But now it was run down and looked as though it were one of those places ghost hunters would consider haunted and go creeping about for their television show. It wasn't particularly well lit but not engulfed in shadows either. Kendrick paused and stroked the scruff around his chin.

| Brian Kendrick | Honestly. It is. I have no idea where I am. I told Rose to drive the bus around until we found some place that looked 'spooky'.

He began to tap a finger against the side of his head, quicker and quicker with each passing second and crouched closer to the camera.

| Brian Kendrick | Yeah, that's right. I'm biting your schtick to get in your head, Solomon. Am I in your head yet? Huh? Am I?

Raising back to his full height, he calmly folded his hands at his waist and appeared to suddenly become very grim and serious.

| Brian Kendrick | We can make this square, Crowe. All I require is for you to do one thing. Just one thing. Right up your alley.

He stared into the lens to build suspense for what his request might be.

| Brian Kendrick | I..

A deep breath.

| Brian Kendrick | ..need you to hack Summer Rae's phone for me. I need whatever contents you may find inside. For reasons. Do this for me and I won't break your fingers. You have one hour. Please respond.

His serious expression cracked and he began to laugh to himself, brushing some long hair out of his face before glaring once again.

| Brian Kendrick | But seriously. Do it. I need a new blonde and she checks all of my boxes. I can't just go up and ask her out. That's not me, you know? Not my style. I don't want to break into her house. Don't think that would work with her. BUT, if you use those skillful fingers of yours and a keystrokes I think we can hit it off proper like.

While Kendrick stared off into space with thoughts not fit for anyone in the world, some rustling could be heard coming from the background. Very slowly, a large pair of white, fuzzy ears slowly from behind an old, inoperable machine. Someone in a bunny costume. Apparently not limited to just stalking Adam Rose. The rabbit stared off for a few moments before sinking back down and disappearing.

| Brian Kendrick | I mean, it's not like you have anything ELSE to do. You ain't the World Champion anymore so I figure your schedule is wide open, you little dork. Awww. Do you miss your title, Crowe? The world is such a cruel place, isn't it?

Placing a hand on his cheek, Kendrick began to frown and pout..

| Brian Kendrick | It's just not fair. You had to defend it in an Elimination Chamber match against multiple opponents! The odds were stacked against you! Well..

His eyes darkened with a scowl.

| Brian Kendrick | ..get used to it. You look like a smart guy. ..Ah, well, I take that back. You look like a complete moron. But I'm PRESUMING your a smart guy since..you know, computers or whatever. I'm sure you figured it out that when you beat John Cena, JOHN CENA, of all people, the panic button was hit. "HOLY SHIT. That dank reject beat the boyscout?! SHIT, SHIT, SHIT! THIS IS BAD, MAN! CODE RED!"

With his hands clasped to the side of his head, Kendrick impersonated his interpretation of a EBWF exec.

| Brian Kendrick | So, obviously, they gave Cena his rematch. Heh. Just to try and prove you were a fluke. But you overcame the odds! ..Huh. Someone overcoming the odds against John Cena. That's a twist isn't it? Anyway, they tossed you in there with Ambrose in hopes that you would kill one another and that's essentially what you two did. Sadly, they didn't book you two in a exploding land-mine match and COMPLETELY overlooked the fact that you both came from CZW, or wherever, and for years you got off on those "drink glass, fall off nineteen ladders, set someone on fire" matches like three times a week. The next logical step was to toss you into a multi-man match and..as it turns out, it worked pretty well. Because now AJ Styles is off somewhere with your title.

He lifted his own Path To Glory title off of the ground by it's strap and batted it back and forth a few times before allowing it to drape over his shoulder.

| Brian Kendrick | I've got my golden ticket here so I can't relate. My point is, Crowe, if you're trying to maintain yourself at a main event level, it's going to be a struggle. You realize already. We're sort of alike, you know? You said it yourself. Both of us are short, we aren't jacked, we both wear weird jackets..'cept mine is cool looking and yours is stupid.

He fluttered his white, ring jacket and allowed the viewer a moment to admire how bad ass it is.

| Brian Kendrick | But, you see, our similarities end there. Because I'm far beyond that 'management doesn't like me despite my talent' point. They want me in those attention grabbing positions. They want me in the main events. Do you know why? I'll tell you why. This company is run by blood thirsty monsters. They know if I'm around, I'm going to do something reckless. I'm going to hurt someone. I'm going to mess up someone's life. They don't care. I bring ratings. I bring buy rates. It's strange isn't it? I'm a tool for what they want but I'm still allowed to do as I please. Sure, the next time I kick someone's cancer stricken uncle out of a third story window, I'm going to be called a monster. But they allow it to happen, they pay me to do it, so who's really the animal here? If you want to know more, I'll forward you my full thoughts at your e-mail address: CroweRoxxxx69@yahoo.com

With a smirk he leaned into the camera again.

| Brian Kendrick | What I'm building towards is a piece of advice for you, Crowe. You want to become a valuable commodity around here but still keep up the bloodshed? Then you need to rise your body count. I watched when you became champion and shook this place up but it wasn't enough. You should have bit John Cena's nose off or blew up Dean Ambrose's car with him still in it. Give them something to remember! Better yet, give them something they can't forget! Trust me, kid, I know what I'm talking about here. But there is one thing you said that I don't agree with. One little thing.

A single digit was raised and Kendrick lightly wiggled the finger back and forth.

| Brian Kendrick | You called me a psychopath. I'm not. You are. Ambrose is. Even my pal Stardust. All of you are nuts. Completely out of your minds. Me? I'm just bored and I'll do anything to kill that boredom. Anything. I don't plan things out. Who has time for that? No. I just do what I feel in the moment. And what could possibly be more sane than that? Yeah, see, I'm not a lunatic. I don't get off on pain. You put me in a submission and it hurts? Hell with it, I'll tap! I like my limbs and I don't want you to have them! I don't LIKE going through tables and bleeding. I'm not big on self mutilation. But hurting someone else? Someone like you? I don't love it. I'm just good at it and I know a lot of creative ways to deliver it. If just for a few moments and I can find a way to entertain myself? ..Then it's..all..worth it.

With his head lowered, the former Midnight Gang leader bit down onto his bottom lip, his body shaking with giddy anticipation.

| Brian Kendrick | At Warfare I'm going to show you the difference between us and how you aren't in my league. I see something in you, kid. You've got potential. Maybe after I beat your brains out, I'll take you under my wing. ..Get it? Crowe? Wing? HAH. Granted, I said maybe. I might forget all about your potential and leave you in pieces in the ring. Or I might just roll you up and give you a hearty hand shake. ..Ooooor I might stab you. I dunno. Hard to tell.

His palms were stretched out, one lower than the other, weighing his options.

| Brian Kendrick | But since you were SCREAMING your lungs out about how much you want me to bring grave bodily harm to you..I may just oblige you and your apparent pain fetish. If pain is what you want, my misguided little friend, I'll serve it up to you on a silver plate. Bon Appétit.

No stranger to violent encounters, it was no surprise that Kendrick had a smile on his face as the scene faded to it's completion.