Post by brandonnytrus on Nov 29, 2012 22:26:43 GMT -5
"You know, having the luxury of making history in a business that just recently allowed you to walk through it's doors is excitingly prestigious... Especially in the venue I'm competing in. Hell in a Cell isn't something to overlook. People love the cell. They love watching the competitors basically destroy each other. For what? For me to step in there and not step out under my own power? What good does that do?
The cell is usually a place of settling differences. Settling something you've been dealing with for a long time. What do you do when someone you've just become enemies with faces you inside the cell? I get this question most of the time. On Twitter, Facebook. Everywhere. Here's my answer: When the chance comes up to win a championship, especially here in MPW... You'll do anything to win. I picked a venue where I knew neither of us would be comfortable in. I gave Roxi a proposal she could never refuse. To make history in her first ever title defense. Sounds pretty irresistible, right?
It's funny. You never really see the fear in someone's eyes until you beat it out of them. Sometimes, it's before your first strike lands. It's interesting. But with me. It's different. You see, as a kid I used to be beat on all the time in South Boston. The Irish kids would beat on me constantly. I was the only Native American kids in the area, let alone someone who wasn't Irish or Italian, for that matter. I was different. Typical sob/bully story. So, when I was at the age of about 14, my father took me to a gym. And immediately I started lifting. Little did these kids know, they were dealing with WCW/ECW wrestler "Roundhouse" Randy Nytrus' son."
A laugh.
"But, yeah. I started to lift and eat right and sooner or later I became very muscular for a young kid. By the age of about 16 I was 5'11, 206 pounds. 4% body fat. Crazy for a kid to be like that.
Of course, I got the girls and got the payback on the kids who beat me up... But it was what happened afterwards that made me who I am. I got to meet my dad's long time friend, Tommy Dreamer. The man is brilliant. He helped me through some of my training. You see, back then, I was only at my beginning steps at becoming a wrestler. I had just started, illegally. (You have to be 17 to start legally training) So by the time Tommy helped me through what I thought was the coolest thing in the world, I was about 17 and a half and ready to step on the scene. About a month later I was picked up my Independent Wrestling Federation. And began competing in a ton of hardcore bouts to get myself psyched. It makes sense in the long run. The training. The opportunities just handed to me... I was sort of bred for this type of match. And I will take this head on.
As for my opponent? The title? That's easy. Never quit. If I don't quit... I won't lose the title. I need to be pinned or forced to submit inside the ring. Like I've said before, Roxi? She'll need to beat me to a pulp and come close to killing me to try and have me stay on the mat for more than two seconds. I've been preparing for this for a month. Going to the gym. Watching old HIAC matches and my old extreme bouts... What has Roxi done? She's eaten fried chicken. Fat, calories... I'm sorry, but I don't want to be facing a 500 pound behemoth inside the cell. I want Roxi Johnson. The Television Champion. She can waste her time at a run down, disgusting fast food joint instead of working out. When her fat, sweaty behind is lugging around the ring, I'll be running circles around her. Taking her down. Showing her the beast that I am.
Like I said... The cell is something that will take over my body. I will become a different person. I will turn into a monster, a beast, an animal. I will take extreme to the next level.
-Brandon Nytrus in an interview with WTN last week after TNT
Nikki and Brandon are in the car on the way back from Boston from a visit with Brandon's family. In preparation for his match against Roxi Johnson, they have been listening to all reports and interviews on LVWN. They talk briefly about his match and how it's the two newest and brightest superstars in MPW going head to head for the MPW TV Championship. Brandon smiles with the thought.
Brandon: You know... It's funny.
Nikki looks over at Brandon, acknowledging the remark.
Brandon: We were in Boston, and there are still people talking about this match. This is huge, Nik.
She smiles.
Nikki: I know babe, it's awesome. I'm so proud.
Brandon: How long does it take to get home from here?
Nikki whips out her phone and checks.
Nikki: 15 minutes. Almost home.
Brandon: Good.
A moment of just the radio and the sound of the car on the road passes by and Brandon breaks it.
Brandon: I'm going to be a champion tomorrow...
Nikki smiles and rubs Brandon's arm.
Nikki: No matter what. I will make sure you are.
Brandon: Good, I'm glad... I will do anything to win... I will go through any hell.
Nikki: I know... I know...
Brandon: Sorry, haha, it's just exciting and nerve racking.
The two get home and turn on the lights. Brandon can feel that something is wrong. He looks in every room. Looks to see if anything is gone. Nothing. Anyone there. No one. What's wrong?
He walks around the entire apartment and looks. He ponders what it could be. Brandon is scaring Nikki. She sits on the white leather couch and becomes very silent.
Brandon walks around. The hall outside the apartment. Inside the apartment. Looks out the window (they're on the fourth floor). Nothing. He walks down the hall outside the apartment. Then, he sees his neighbor's door is open. Wide open. He knocks.
Brandon: Hello? Anyone?
Nothing.
Brandon: Helloooooo? Anyone?
He enters. He walks around the apartment. There is nothing but a broken wine glass on the floor in the kitchen and what looks like red wine all over the floor. Brandon looks around. He becomes a bit suspicious...
The front door closes behind him. He turns immediately. He walks towards the door, but is clobbered by two fists to the back. He is knocked down. Turning over, he sees two guys in black masks kicking him. He pushes them off. One guy runs at him. Brandon catches him and hip tosses him to the floor. The other guy goes to punch him. Brandon ducks and goes around to the back of that guy. He grabs him and reverse DDTs him to the tile below. Both intruders are out on the floor. Brandon calls the cops.
Brandon: Hi, there are two guys in my neighbors apartment who broke in. I took them out. I need some assistance.
Cop: We'll be there in five minutes.
Brandon keeps the guys at bay until the cops come.
About 20 minutes later, the cops come and pick the guys up. Apparently, the neighbors were on vacation and the two guys broke in and tried to commit a robbery.
Cop #1: Thank you, sir. You were a true hero today.
Brandon: Don't mention it.
Cop #2: Wait a minute, I know you.
Brandon's mind runs through everything he's done since he got here to Las Vegas,
Cop #2: Yeah, you're Brandon Nytrus. The wrestler. From MPW. My son and I watch Takedown every week.
Brandon: Oh! Yes, that is me.
Cop #2: Can I get you to sign something for my kid?
Cop #1: Tony, don't be a star fucker.
Cop #2: I'm not being a star fucker.
Brandon: Sure, officer.
The go to Nytrus' apartment to grab a sharpie and a Brandon Nytrus t-shirt not even on the shelves yet.
Brandon signs it.
Brandon: Are you and your kid coming to Uncivil War tonight?
Cop #2: Ah, no. Can't afford it. Wish we could.
Brandon: You're in luck. I've got three tickets right here.
Brandon takes out three tickets that were supposed to go to his family, but they couldn't make the trip. He hands them to each cop.
Brandon: Come see history in the making. I'll win the TV Title in honor of you guys.
Cop #2: This is gonna make Ty so happy... Thank you, Brandon. It means a lot.
Brandon: Anytime,
Cop #1: See you later, thanks again Brandon. For everything.
Brandon: No problem. Have a good night.
He closes the door behind them and turns to Nikki who's giving him a look.
Brandon: What?
Nikki laughs and walks away.
Brandon: What!?
They laugh and begin to unpack. Afterwards, they lay down and go to bed. Brandon stays up extra late. Thinking about what lies ahead of him. The cell. Everything it's worth. How he could be injured the next day. He's scared. But he's excited. He's ready.
The cell is usually a place of settling differences. Settling something you've been dealing with for a long time. What do you do when someone you've just become enemies with faces you inside the cell? I get this question most of the time. On Twitter, Facebook. Everywhere. Here's my answer: When the chance comes up to win a championship, especially here in MPW... You'll do anything to win. I picked a venue where I knew neither of us would be comfortable in. I gave Roxi a proposal she could never refuse. To make history in her first ever title defense. Sounds pretty irresistible, right?
It's funny. You never really see the fear in someone's eyes until you beat it out of them. Sometimes, it's before your first strike lands. It's interesting. But with me. It's different. You see, as a kid I used to be beat on all the time in South Boston. The Irish kids would beat on me constantly. I was the only Native American kids in the area, let alone someone who wasn't Irish or Italian, for that matter. I was different. Typical sob/bully story. So, when I was at the age of about 14, my father took me to a gym. And immediately I started lifting. Little did these kids know, they were dealing with WCW/ECW wrestler "Roundhouse" Randy Nytrus' son."
A laugh.
"But, yeah. I started to lift and eat right and sooner or later I became very muscular for a young kid. By the age of about 16 I was 5'11, 206 pounds. 4% body fat. Crazy for a kid to be like that.
Of course, I got the girls and got the payback on the kids who beat me up... But it was what happened afterwards that made me who I am. I got to meet my dad's long time friend, Tommy Dreamer. The man is brilliant. He helped me through some of my training. You see, back then, I was only at my beginning steps at becoming a wrestler. I had just started, illegally. (You have to be 17 to start legally training) So by the time Tommy helped me through what I thought was the coolest thing in the world, I was about 17 and a half and ready to step on the scene. About a month later I was picked up my Independent Wrestling Federation. And began competing in a ton of hardcore bouts to get myself psyched. It makes sense in the long run. The training. The opportunities just handed to me... I was sort of bred for this type of match. And I will take this head on.
As for my opponent? The title? That's easy. Never quit. If I don't quit... I won't lose the title. I need to be pinned or forced to submit inside the ring. Like I've said before, Roxi? She'll need to beat me to a pulp and come close to killing me to try and have me stay on the mat for more than two seconds. I've been preparing for this for a month. Going to the gym. Watching old HIAC matches and my old extreme bouts... What has Roxi done? She's eaten fried chicken. Fat, calories... I'm sorry, but I don't want to be facing a 500 pound behemoth inside the cell. I want Roxi Johnson. The Television Champion. She can waste her time at a run down, disgusting fast food joint instead of working out. When her fat, sweaty behind is lugging around the ring, I'll be running circles around her. Taking her down. Showing her the beast that I am.
Like I said... The cell is something that will take over my body. I will become a different person. I will turn into a monster, a beast, an animal. I will take extreme to the next level.
-Brandon Nytrus in an interview with WTN last week after TNT
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In the car, somewhere outside of Las Vegas, entering the city
November 28th, 2012
11:49 PM
[/b][/center]In the car, somewhere outside of Las Vegas, entering the city
November 28th, 2012
11:49 PM
Nikki and Brandon are in the car on the way back from Boston from a visit with Brandon's family. In preparation for his match against Roxi Johnson, they have been listening to all reports and interviews on LVWN. They talk briefly about his match and how it's the two newest and brightest superstars in MPW going head to head for the MPW TV Championship. Brandon smiles with the thought.
Brandon: You know... It's funny.
Nikki looks over at Brandon, acknowledging the remark.
Brandon: We were in Boston, and there are still people talking about this match. This is huge, Nik.
She smiles.
Nikki: I know babe, it's awesome. I'm so proud.
Brandon: How long does it take to get home from here?
Nikki whips out her phone and checks.
Nikki: 15 minutes. Almost home.
Brandon: Good.
A moment of just the radio and the sound of the car on the road passes by and Brandon breaks it.
Brandon: I'm going to be a champion tomorrow...
Nikki smiles and rubs Brandon's arm.
Nikki: No matter what. I will make sure you are.
Brandon: Good, I'm glad... I will do anything to win... I will go through any hell.
Nikki: I know... I know...
Brandon: Sorry, haha, it's just exciting and nerve racking.
------20 Minutes later--------
Nytrus' apartment
November 29th, 2012
12:16 AM
Nytrus' apartment
November 29th, 2012
12:16 AM
The two get home and turn on the lights. Brandon can feel that something is wrong. He looks in every room. Looks to see if anything is gone. Nothing. Anyone there. No one. What's wrong?
He walks around the entire apartment and looks. He ponders what it could be. Brandon is scaring Nikki. She sits on the white leather couch and becomes very silent.
Brandon walks around. The hall outside the apartment. Inside the apartment. Looks out the window (they're on the fourth floor). Nothing. He walks down the hall outside the apartment. Then, he sees his neighbor's door is open. Wide open. He knocks.
Brandon: Hello? Anyone?
Nothing.
Brandon: Helloooooo? Anyone?
He enters. He walks around the apartment. There is nothing but a broken wine glass on the floor in the kitchen and what looks like red wine all over the floor. Brandon looks around. He becomes a bit suspicious...
The front door closes behind him. He turns immediately. He walks towards the door, but is clobbered by two fists to the back. He is knocked down. Turning over, he sees two guys in black masks kicking him. He pushes them off. One guy runs at him. Brandon catches him and hip tosses him to the floor. The other guy goes to punch him. Brandon ducks and goes around to the back of that guy. He grabs him and reverse DDTs him to the tile below. Both intruders are out on the floor. Brandon calls the cops.
Brandon: Hi, there are two guys in my neighbors apartment who broke in. I took them out. I need some assistance.
Cop: We'll be there in five minutes.
Brandon keeps the guys at bay until the cops come.
About 20 minutes later, the cops come and pick the guys up. Apparently, the neighbors were on vacation and the two guys broke in and tried to commit a robbery.
Cop #1: Thank you, sir. You were a true hero today.
Brandon: Don't mention it.
Cop #2: Wait a minute, I know you.
Brandon's mind runs through everything he's done since he got here to Las Vegas,
Cop #2: Yeah, you're Brandon Nytrus. The wrestler. From MPW. My son and I watch Takedown every week.
Brandon: Oh! Yes, that is me.
Cop #2: Can I get you to sign something for my kid?
Cop #1: Tony, don't be a star fucker.
Cop #2: I'm not being a star fucker.
Brandon: Sure, officer.
The go to Nytrus' apartment to grab a sharpie and a Brandon Nytrus t-shirt not even on the shelves yet.
Brandon signs it.
Brandon: Are you and your kid coming to Uncivil War tonight?
Cop #2: Ah, no. Can't afford it. Wish we could.
Brandon: You're in luck. I've got three tickets right here.
Brandon takes out three tickets that were supposed to go to his family, but they couldn't make the trip. He hands them to each cop.
Brandon: Come see history in the making. I'll win the TV Title in honor of you guys.
Cop #2: This is gonna make Ty so happy... Thank you, Brandon. It means a lot.
Brandon: Anytime,
Cop #1: See you later, thanks again Brandon. For everything.
Brandon: No problem. Have a good night.
He closes the door behind them and turns to Nikki who's giving him a look.
Brandon: What?
Nikki laughs and walks away.
Brandon: What!?
They laugh and begin to unpack. Afterwards, they lay down and go to bed. Brandon stays up extra late. Thinking about what lies ahead of him. The cell. Everything it's worth. How he could be injured the next day. He's scared. But he's excited. He's ready.
