Post by brandonnytrus on Jan 10, 2013 23:54:01 GMT -5
[Strong Arm Broken plays out into the arena as Brandon enters onto the stage. He is in a suit. The crowd is booing loudly. Brandon's face tells the story... He doesn't care.
He walks down the ramp and up the stairs and into the ring. He grabs a microphone and, as the music fades out, he waits for the crowd to as well. But they continue.
There is a tug of war between Nytrus and the crowd. Once he puts the mic to his mouth, the crowd boos louder. He waits.
A couple moments later, he ignore them and begins to speak.]
Brandon: For the past month or so... I've been dealing with a man who claims to be "The X-core Reject". I'm sure he's earned the title and he has no problem with it. But when this man came out yesterday and said the things he said... It confused me.
[He waits a moment. Scratches the stubble on his chin and jaw and then continues in a mellow, chilled out, mood.]
Brandon: Kuk, though the differences between the two of us may be endless... So are the similarities.
[The crowd's booing has not stopped.]
Brandon: The obvious: we are both X-core minded wrestlers. But if you really look deeper, you can see more.
[He pauses and looks to the audience.]
Brandon: We both seek blood. No matter what match it is, one on one, tag team, whatever it may be, we seek blood. Blood makes us stronger and tougher. When we see the first glimpse of the crimson, we shift gears a bit. We go into this intensity that is almost impossible to stop. Granted, when coming here, I have been stopped by some people. But I know that and I can admit it.
[The crowd doesn't agree, they continue to boo.]
Brandon: Another thing, Kuk, is that we both have competed in multiple gruesome, terrifying, and sickening matches. But here's the thing, you can come out here and list off match after match after match that you've competed in. But at the end of the day, it's not going to matter who's competed in the worst matches. It's going to matter what the outcome of Unsanctioned will be. It's going to matter who's the most prepared coming into this match. You're right, it is one hell of a match, and thank you for that. But there's something to this match that you haven't quite gotten. I've said it before and I'll say it again, it's an endurance contest. Now, you may understand this, but maybe the crowd doesn't.
[They continue to boo everything he says. But most listen.]
Brandon: Imagine putting yourself in a room with a bear, or a lion, or any other animal out for blood. You need to work against that animal and kill it to survive being torn apart. After you kill it, you get something to help you hurt it, but not kill it. Once you kill the first one, you must kill a second one, and so on. That's what this match is. It's not a race. You're facing an animal seeking blood. And you just happen to be the prey.
[He takes a moment to acknowledge the crowd with a sly smirk and continues on.]
Brandon: This idea that you have that the "Reject" is better than the "Icon" is ridiculous. I have two words for you, Kuk...
[There are a few "Suck it!"s from the crowd, stating the obvious catch phrase.]
Brandon: Psychological Warfare.
[The crowd boos more.]
Brandon: I can play mind games as much as the next guy, but when it comes how I play said games and make your emotions fiddle around like an angry raccoon trapped in a small barrel... It eats at you. I'm glad you're confidence is cute... But it will not help on Friday. Keep that in mind.
[Brandon begins to leave when he sees a man wearing a Kuk Killswitch shirt sitting in the front row. He's getting a little too angry with Brandon. Brandon walks over to him as "Strong Arm Broken" begins to play from the speakers.
The man is obviously drunk. Brandon finds it amusing. He stands in font of him and listens to everything he says. He walk over to the keeper and takes his microphone back.
He walks back over to the man and wits until he's finished. Once settled, Brandon begins to speak.]
Brandon: It's scum like you, sir, that makes this company what it is. And what that is, is a locker room full of mouth breathing, egotistic, self-righteous, morons who are cheered on by pig-faced drunks like you. This, however, somehow makes them more money.
[Brandon waits again as the man has started up once more.]
Brandon: If you're going to wear a Kuk Killswitch t-shirt and try to back talk me, expect to be confronted.
[The man continues on.]
Brandon: Take this as a lesson, tough guy. The Hardcore Icon, Brandon Nytrus, lays down for no man. If you think your words are effecting me, you're wasting your time.
[Brandon throws the mic in the ring and leaves up the ramp.
The scene fades out on Nytrus' face on the stage, smiling.]
He walks down the ramp and up the stairs and into the ring. He grabs a microphone and, as the music fades out, he waits for the crowd to as well. But they continue.
There is a tug of war between Nytrus and the crowd. Once he puts the mic to his mouth, the crowd boos louder. He waits.
A couple moments later, he ignore them and begins to speak.]
Brandon: For the past month or so... I've been dealing with a man who claims to be "The X-core Reject". I'm sure he's earned the title and he has no problem with it. But when this man came out yesterday and said the things he said... It confused me.
[He waits a moment. Scratches the stubble on his chin and jaw and then continues in a mellow, chilled out, mood.]
Brandon: Kuk, though the differences between the two of us may be endless... So are the similarities.
[The crowd's booing has not stopped.]
Brandon: The obvious: we are both X-core minded wrestlers. But if you really look deeper, you can see more.
[He pauses and looks to the audience.]
Brandon: We both seek blood. No matter what match it is, one on one, tag team, whatever it may be, we seek blood. Blood makes us stronger and tougher. When we see the first glimpse of the crimson, we shift gears a bit. We go into this intensity that is almost impossible to stop. Granted, when coming here, I have been stopped by some people. But I know that and I can admit it.
[The crowd doesn't agree, they continue to boo.]
Brandon: Another thing, Kuk, is that we both have competed in multiple gruesome, terrifying, and sickening matches. But here's the thing, you can come out here and list off match after match after match that you've competed in. But at the end of the day, it's not going to matter who's competed in the worst matches. It's going to matter what the outcome of Unsanctioned will be. It's going to matter who's the most prepared coming into this match. You're right, it is one hell of a match, and thank you for that. But there's something to this match that you haven't quite gotten. I've said it before and I'll say it again, it's an endurance contest. Now, you may understand this, but maybe the crowd doesn't.
[They continue to boo everything he says. But most listen.]
Brandon: Imagine putting yourself in a room with a bear, or a lion, or any other animal out for blood. You need to work against that animal and kill it to survive being torn apart. After you kill it, you get something to help you hurt it, but not kill it. Once you kill the first one, you must kill a second one, and so on. That's what this match is. It's not a race. You're facing an animal seeking blood. And you just happen to be the prey.
[He takes a moment to acknowledge the crowd with a sly smirk and continues on.]
Brandon: This idea that you have that the "Reject" is better than the "Icon" is ridiculous. I have two words for you, Kuk...
[There are a few "Suck it!"s from the crowd, stating the obvious catch phrase.]
Brandon: Psychological Warfare.
[The crowd boos more.]
Brandon: I can play mind games as much as the next guy, but when it comes how I play said games and make your emotions fiddle around like an angry raccoon trapped in a small barrel... It eats at you. I'm glad you're confidence is cute... But it will not help on Friday. Keep that in mind.
[Brandon begins to leave when he sees a man wearing a Kuk Killswitch shirt sitting in the front row. He's getting a little too angry with Brandon. Brandon walks over to him as "Strong Arm Broken" begins to play from the speakers.
The man is obviously drunk. Brandon finds it amusing. He stands in font of him and listens to everything he says. He walk over to the keeper and takes his microphone back.
He walks back over to the man and wits until he's finished. Once settled, Brandon begins to speak.]
Brandon: It's scum like you, sir, that makes this company what it is. And what that is, is a locker room full of mouth breathing, egotistic, self-righteous, morons who are cheered on by pig-faced drunks like you. This, however, somehow makes them more money.
[Brandon waits again as the man has started up once more.]
Brandon: If you're going to wear a Kuk Killswitch t-shirt and try to back talk me, expect to be confronted.
[The man continues on.]
Brandon: Take this as a lesson, tough guy. The Hardcore Icon, Brandon Nytrus, lays down for no man. If you think your words are effecting me, you're wasting your time.
[Brandon throws the mic in the ring and leaves up the ramp.
The scene fades out on Nytrus' face on the stage, smiling.]
