Talk about the Cell.

[brandonnytrus]

A local gym in Las Vegas
November 17th, 2012
9:43 PM

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There are locals sparring in a boxing ring and punching punching bags on the side at Marley's Gym on a street two blocks from Brandon Nytrus' apartment in Las Vegas. The sun shines through the windows that are high up on the wall. There is a ton of dust in the air from the bags and ring. It's an old gym, but it's cheap and fits people's budgets. Brandon walks in dressed in his workout attire, ready for some training.

As he signs in, there is a local reporter for WTN standing by the ring waiting to interview him.

Brandon: Nik... Look over there.

She looks over and smiles.

Nikki: Hey, that's the price you pay for being a huge star in this town, huh?

She smiles as she walks over to the treadmills to begin her workout.

Brandon watches her leave with a smile. He looks over to the reporter. He's a stocky, older man. He looks at the men sparring wrestlers in the ring. He holds a microphone and has a cameraman at hand, who is cleaning off the lens. Brandon takes a breathe and walks over.

The reporter realizes him and smiles. He tells the cameraman to come over and get ready to interview.

Reporter: Brandon! Hi! My name is Michael Greenough for WTN. May I have a quick interview?

Brandon: Why not.

The camera rolls and the interview begins.

Michael: Hello ladies and gentlemen, I'm Michael Greenough for MPW Backstage Axcess! I here with "The Hardcore Icon", Brandon Nytrus! Brandon, this week you and Roxi chose each other's opponents. She chose for you to face Jake Cage, opinions?

Brandon laughs.

Brandon: Well, to be honest, Michael, I thought it was a joke when I first saw the announcement. This guy is nothing but a joke. He comes out every week and makes a complete ass out of himself. To be honest, I know that this guy has no chance against a seasoned veteran like "The Hardcore Icon".

He looks into the camera, like he's talking to Cage himself.

Brandon: Cage, if you're watching this right now... I will beat you. There's no doubt in anyone's mind, especially "The Icon's" mind. I will not hold back. You will be pinned on the mat... 1... 2... 3.

And Roxi Johnson. This week is only the beginning of tricks "The Icon" has up his sleeve. In two weeks, at Uncivil War, you will step in cell with a man who will tear apart. Your world will be changed. Your body will be broken. Your spirit will die along with your title reign. Be prepared to find a new path of excellence, because once you step in the Cell... Don't expect to leave.

He turns to Michael. Greenough scrambles to find words to say.

Michael: Uh... Uhm... Err...

Brandon: I know what you're thinking, Michael Greenough, you're thinking, "how could Brandon Nytrus have so much confidence against two fighters he's never faced before in his career?

Michael: Actually, I...

Brandon: Well, I'll tell you. It's because when it comes to knowledge, and experience in big match situations... The Icon is smarter, quicker, stronger than anyone in this entire industry. Better than Johnny Clash, better than Chris Cable, even better than Trey Baxter...

Michael grows a questioning emotion on his face for a second. He interrupts.

Michael: Wait... Didn't you lose to Trey twice? And didn't Johnny Clash blindside you twice?

Brandon glares right into Michael's eyes with extreme intensity and anger. Michael cowers in fear.

Brandon: What filth, just escaped that disgusting black hole of piss and shit that you call a mouth just spew at me? I have been in this business for years and in all my career I have never heard of something so disrespectful and ridiculous. A worthless, piece of crap, reporter trying to tell "The Hardcore Icon" that he is not the best. News flash, dick hole, I'm the best. I'm the best in the MPW and even in this universe. I can break your spine like I can break a tooth pick. If your immature, pathetic, useless brain did not comprehend that... It means I'm a beast. You're nothing. A dust speck on my career. Nothing compares to what I, Brandon Nytrus, will do to Jake Cage this week at Takedown. He will leave a broken, bloody mess. I will massacre him. Just like I will do to you if you do not get out of my face. Understood? You're nothing. Monkey shit. In two weeks, after Uncivil War... I will be the MPW Television Champion.

Brandon's face is bright red. His eyes, blood shot. Veins pulsing out of his skin. Brandon swipes the microphone out Michael's hand. Michael waltzes out of frame in shame.

Brandon: Roxi, in the next two weeks, you will experience hell. I will make you feel all kinds of pain. I will make you watch your back. You will have to look around every corner. Who will be there? Me? Nikki? Terrin? Bliss? Any of the members of BRC? You're life will be filled with fear. From right now, and until the moment you will step out of the Hell in a Cell. I will make sure that this match makes you change your mind on how to make decisions. You accepted an offer to fight me in the cell. To you, that seems like a challenge, doesn't it? Like another match where you can put everything on the line. Well, guess what... This isn't an ordinary match, honey. This is called Hell for a reason. This will make you feel pain that you will never ever feel again in your life.

He smiles a miniacal, sadistic smile at the thought of what could happen in and around the cell. Especially what he can do to her when locked in.

Brandon: The cell is unforgiving. Relentless. Disgusting. In all words, grueling. But if there is one thing that we can call this, is career defining. This will be the first Hell In A Cell in MPW history. This is the beginning of Xtreme.0. This will become the newest era of matches and people. Be honest for second, this match will change us. This match will define us. This match will become the most classic match in history. This will go on my MPW DVD & Documentary. And trust me, it is hard to get on that.

He looks in the ring at the guys sparring still. There's a 7 foot man absolutely dominating in the ring. Brandon smiles and looks at the camera once more.

Brandon: To conclude, the cell is filled with surprises. Do not waste a second in there. Because if you do, well... You're in for one hell of an experience.

Brandon shoves the microphone back into the chest of Michael once more.

Brandon: How's that for an interview?

He walks away and out of frame.

Michael: Uh, for, erm... For Wrestling Television Network here in Las Vegas... I'm Michael Greenough, signing off...

The scene fades off into black.