Post by brandonnytrus on Nov 23, 2012 14:27:28 GMT -5
Warehouse in Las Vegas, off the Strip
November 23rd, 2012
11:45 PM[/b][/center]
The scene fades up on a dark hall. There isn't much light but the moon shining through the windows up on the wall to the right. In the middle of the glow is the shadow of a woman. She stands alone, with her hands by her side and hair down. Seeming to wear a tight outfit. The camera moves closer and closer to her. It's Nikki Schott. She is smiling a dark smile, a smile that one would see and have shivers run down their spine.
She shifts her weight onto her right foot and chuckles.
Nikki: The time coming. A week from now, the cell will be lowered. Trapping two inside and keeping everything and everybody out. This very structure has destroyed people's careers. Demolished them. Taken away everything they believe in. But this cell... This cell has the opportunity of a life time. The Hardcore Icon, Brandon Nytrus goes toe to toe with the Television Champion herself, Roxi Johnson.
She smiles and begins to laugh again.
Nikki: Remember Roxi... No one leaves the cell the same. Or in one piece.
She laughs harder and it becomes more of a "mwahaha" laugh.
The camera pans out and we find a man standing under a single ceiling lamp. The lamp is swinging. The man has a hood on and is in a leather jacket with jeans and combat boots on.
The man raises his head. It's Brandon Nytrus. He too, has a smile on his face.
Brandon: Roxi Johnson. The MPW Television Champion. We're making history, champ. Your first title defense and you are making history. The unforgiving, career-killing, blood curdling, nightmare creating, Hell in a Cell.
He gestures for behind him. A lights turn on with loud "clanks". Behind him, is the Cell itself. He's in the holding warehouse where they keep the cages and cells. The cell is on the floor. The door is open. The camera pans back to Brandon. He smiles and turns around and walks back to the cell.
Brandon: 20 feet tall by 20 feet wide. 5 tons. This massive structure is wrapped tightly by steel. The steel can rip you open. Break your bones. Destroy all hope of mercy you wish to recieve inside the cell itself.
He walks into the Cell, he shuts the door behind him with the camera man following.
Brandon: In less than a week's time, Roxi, we will be stepping in this cell and not looking back. We will rip each other apart. We will destroy each other. But we will do it, and make history. You see, I keep saying that for a reason, Rox. Ever since I got her, all I've wanted to do is make history. Do something no one has ever done before. That's exactly what we'll do. MPW has never seen a cell match before. And look around me, this is massive. This is terrifying. I can guarentee you that no one in that arena when we step in to Uncivil War, will ever see anything like that again. But are you willing to put your body and career on the line to keep your championship? That's the real question here, Roxi. You can say whatever you need to protect your pride. You can say whatever to make sure no one doubts you. Face it, the crowd loves you. The MPW Nation... All of them. They adore you. You are their MPW Television Champion! But think about it, is it all worth it? To never here the crowd cheer again? To look back at your career as just a memory?
Brandon steps in the center of the cell and looks up. There is a single light shining down on him. He closes his eyes, almost basking in that light. Loving every moment. He look back at the camera.
Brandon: At Uncivil War, I will walk out the MPW Television Champion. I will make my promise reign true. I have been here for 4 months now. I have proved a lot of you wrong. But not fully, yet. You see, within 2 months I got to the top and became the #1 contender for the MPW World Heavyweight Championship. I battled twice for that title. I made enemies and allies that have made me a huge name here in this business. Hell, I'm the damn face of TNT. You go on the mini-site showing you the cards for next week on Takedown, I'm right there. And I'm 23 years old. Imagine, in two or three years time, where I'll be? Bigger than you, Roxi. Bigger than Trey Baxter. But, we all have to start somewhere. Right? So, why not start here. Inside the cell. It will possess me. It will turn me into something that even I fear. Something that will make the kids scream and the parents need to cover their eyes. I will be disturbing. I will be terrifying. The cell will turn me into a monster. But can you tame it? I'll show you, Roxi, what Hardcore is. My career has been based off matches that take me and my body to the limit. This, without a shadow of a doubt, will be the biggest challenge I will have to overcome.
He looks around at the cell, this time with a more concerned face. Thinking, pondering what he'll feel after Uncivil War. How he'll look, what will be broken.
Brandon: I will do anything for that championship. And if that means breaking every bone in both your body, Roxi and mine... So be it. But see here, I will not quit. I will not be pinned without the biggest fight I can put up. I will not tap without that part of my body being in a trillion pieces. I hope you feel the same exact way. Because if you don't, well, this will be one hell of an easy match to win.
The camera pans out. The single light stays on Brandon for a moment. It then dies out. The camera turns to the window and looks at the moon. It then fades to black.
