Post by brandonnytrus on Dec 7, 2012 21:27:07 GMT -5
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Old abandoned train station
December 8th, 2012
12:03 AM[/b]
Far behind the actual station itself, Brandon Nytrus walks with his hands in his pockets of his leather jacket. You an see his breathe as he exhales. There's a half of a moon out and clouds surround it. His hood is up and the camera follows behind him.
Brandon Nytrus: The past couple of months here in Millennium Professional Wrestling have been filled with ups and downs and new thrills that the MPW Nation can love and watch over and overr on YouTube. And I've been happy to be involved with most of them...
Hell In A Cell, X-core Rules, King of the Mountain... All of those matches have been fun to be a part of and make history. But this time, I have nothing to praise.
You see, for the last two or three weeks or so, I've been screwed over by the head of this company. Madd Katt. I compete in one of the most brutal matches money can buy, and then the next week, I'm forced to compete in an X-core Rules match? I'm appalled.
He continues his stroll up the tracks. The side of the tracks are lined with sand and some dead grass.
Brandon Nytrus: Kuk Killswitch, I have something you want. You know what that is? That's a win over a so-called "Icon" in the business. But the difference between what I have and what you want, is that I'm not a so-called "Icon". I am the Icon. No quotations, no fake aliases, just straight up Icon.
The difference between you and me, Kuk, is that I won the right to call myself an Icon. I earned the right to make people call me that. I will continue to prove it, as well. I will take you on as many times as I need to to prove that to you. That's why I personally requested to face you again next week at Takedown.
Brandon has made his way to the station now. Where he sits on the rising. Looking out to the darkness. There is a single street lamp shining down on him as he speaks. The camera pans behind him. He sits cross legged on the edge.
Brandon Nytrus: It's funny, not everyone understands how my mind works. I beat you once, why face you again, you might ask. It's simple... To a more educated mind, I suppose.
In this industry, you need to earn respect. You don't get it from where you are on this "ladder" that the wrestlers on this roster seem to put themselves in to make themselves feel that fuzzy feeling in their tummies. You don't gain respect from who you beat in the ring. It's how you do it. It's what you do in the match to bring the fans to their feet.
Don't get me wrong, I hate the fans. But hey, making them cheer a bit isn't so bad once and a while, you know?
He stands up and walks up to the door of the station. He turns on the light. Inside is a bunch of monitors. Must be around, 5 to 7 of them. Replaying Brandon's failed attempts at championships.
A bang comes from the table as Brandon slams his fist down.
Brandon Nytrus: The worst of this it is, the fact that I come so close every single time, and then just completely lose it. *snaps* Just like that.
There is almost a growl that comes from the back of Nytrus' throat. He whips around quickly. His face is bright red. Eyes are blood shot. Veins popping out of his neck and forehead.
Brandon Nytrus: IF IT WASN'T FOR THAT DAMN MADD KATT, I WOULD BE THE MPW TELEVISION CHAMPION. I WOULD HAVE THAT TITLE RIGHT NOW...
Pause.
Brandon Nytrus: I wouldn't sit awake every night wondering what I did wrong. Why I wasn't the champion. Well, you know what, Madd Katt? You're wrong. You're not suitable for this position. If you're stopping you're biggest talent from making you money... You don't know one thing about this business.
THAT is why I'm threatening to strike this company.
He takes a breathe. Calms himself down and leans against a wall.
Brandon Nytrus: But back to the matter at hand... Kuk Killswitch...
He makes his way outside and sits back down in the same place he was before. This time, his legs are dangling.
Brandon Nytrus: Kuk, this week, we will face in a tag team match. Now, I bet you and anyone else can think who my opponent will be. But it's yours that's the problem. You see, since you don't have anyone in this company that likes you... But, you can choose whoever you want. I'm glad that Madd Katt at least gave me this.
So, I'm excited to see whoever you choose. And if you can't, then I can just pick for you.
He laughs to himself and looks out into the darkness of the desert.
Brandon Nytrus: It's quiet out here. There's nothing out here in the coldest night. They say that temperatures can reach as low as 15 degrees here at night. It must be this low right now. I'm at home out here. In the cold. December has this certain taste to it. The smell. It makes me think of home. The New England air. The Massachusetts feel. I love it.
Just as much as I'm going to love beating your ass this coming week Kuk. It's gonna be fun. We had an extreme match last week... But this week is something different. There will be two guys with weapons this time. You will watch as we beat you and your partner to a pulp.
This thought makes Brandon smile. He straightens up and gets off the landing and hops down.
Brandon Nytrus:: I'll be seeing you, Kuk. Bring your A game. And good luck. You're gonna need it.
He walks into the dark of the night. The camera pans up and shows the station. We hear a howl of a coyote before it fades all to black.
Old abandoned train station
December 8th, 2012
12:03 AM[/b]
Far behind the actual station itself, Brandon Nytrus walks with his hands in his pockets of his leather jacket. You an see his breathe as he exhales. There's a half of a moon out and clouds surround it. His hood is up and the camera follows behind him.
Brandon Nytrus: The past couple of months here in Millennium Professional Wrestling have been filled with ups and downs and new thrills that the MPW Nation can love and watch over and overr on YouTube. And I've been happy to be involved with most of them...
Hell In A Cell, X-core Rules, King of the Mountain... All of those matches have been fun to be a part of and make history. But this time, I have nothing to praise.
You see, for the last two or three weeks or so, I've been screwed over by the head of this company. Madd Katt. I compete in one of the most brutal matches money can buy, and then the next week, I'm forced to compete in an X-core Rules match? I'm appalled.
He continues his stroll up the tracks. The side of the tracks are lined with sand and some dead grass.
Brandon Nytrus: Kuk Killswitch, I have something you want. You know what that is? That's a win over a so-called "Icon" in the business. But the difference between what I have and what you want, is that I'm not a so-called "Icon". I am the Icon. No quotations, no fake aliases, just straight up Icon.
The difference between you and me, Kuk, is that I won the right to call myself an Icon. I earned the right to make people call me that. I will continue to prove it, as well. I will take you on as many times as I need to to prove that to you. That's why I personally requested to face you again next week at Takedown.
Brandon has made his way to the station now. Where he sits on the rising. Looking out to the darkness. There is a single street lamp shining down on him as he speaks. The camera pans behind him. He sits cross legged on the edge.
Brandon Nytrus: It's funny, not everyone understands how my mind works. I beat you once, why face you again, you might ask. It's simple... To a more educated mind, I suppose.
In this industry, you need to earn respect. You don't get it from where you are on this "ladder" that the wrestlers on this roster seem to put themselves in to make themselves feel that fuzzy feeling in their tummies. You don't gain respect from who you beat in the ring. It's how you do it. It's what you do in the match to bring the fans to their feet.
Don't get me wrong, I hate the fans. But hey, making them cheer a bit isn't so bad once and a while, you know?
He stands up and walks up to the door of the station. He turns on the light. Inside is a bunch of monitors. Must be around, 5 to 7 of them. Replaying Brandon's failed attempts at championships.
A bang comes from the table as Brandon slams his fist down.
Brandon Nytrus: The worst of this it is, the fact that I come so close every single time, and then just completely lose it. *snaps* Just like that.
There is almost a growl that comes from the back of Nytrus' throat. He whips around quickly. His face is bright red. Eyes are blood shot. Veins popping out of his neck and forehead.
Brandon Nytrus: IF IT WASN'T FOR THAT DAMN MADD KATT, I WOULD BE THE MPW TELEVISION CHAMPION. I WOULD HAVE THAT TITLE RIGHT NOW...
Pause.
Brandon Nytrus: I wouldn't sit awake every night wondering what I did wrong. Why I wasn't the champion. Well, you know what, Madd Katt? You're wrong. You're not suitable for this position. If you're stopping you're biggest talent from making you money... You don't know one thing about this business.
THAT is why I'm threatening to strike this company.
He takes a breathe. Calms himself down and leans against a wall.
Brandon Nytrus: But back to the matter at hand... Kuk Killswitch...
He makes his way outside and sits back down in the same place he was before. This time, his legs are dangling.
Brandon Nytrus: Kuk, this week, we will face in a tag team match. Now, I bet you and anyone else can think who my opponent will be. But it's yours that's the problem. You see, since you don't have anyone in this company that likes you... But, you can choose whoever you want. I'm glad that Madd Katt at least gave me this.
So, I'm excited to see whoever you choose. And if you can't, then I can just pick for you.
He laughs to himself and looks out into the darkness of the desert.
Brandon Nytrus: It's quiet out here. There's nothing out here in the coldest night. They say that temperatures can reach as low as 15 degrees here at night. It must be this low right now. I'm at home out here. In the cold. December has this certain taste to it. The smell. It makes me think of home. The New England air. The Massachusetts feel. I love it.
Just as much as I'm going to love beating your ass this coming week Kuk. It's gonna be fun. We had an extreme match last week... But this week is something different. There will be two guys with weapons this time. You will watch as we beat you and your partner to a pulp.
This thought makes Brandon smile. He straightens up and gets off the landing and hops down.
Brandon Nytrus:: I'll be seeing you, Kuk. Bring your A game. And good luck. You're gonna need it.
He walks into the dark of the night. The camera pans up and shows the station. We hear a howl of a coyote before it fades all to black.
