Post by brandonnytrus on Feb 5, 2013 23:34:02 GMT -5
Scene 1: A Message Received
[Sun shines through a window to the left of the living room we open on. Three windows in a row, letting in brighter light then usual. A voice is heard from the other room. The camera slowly and smoothly follows the voice. It's Brandon Nytrus. He's in a suit and tie. Talking to someone on the phone. He seems angry.]
Brandon: ... I know what you said... Listen... Okay listen...
[He lets out a very frustrated and irritated sigh.]
Brandon: All I want is for it to be this week. Not Road 2 Glory. Not next week. This week...
: ...Brandon: Did you think I was kidding last week? Just because that ignorant pussy, TJ Pain, had his little emo-ass friend attack me does not mean I changed my mind about my rematch...
: ...Brandon: I don't care. My contract, as well as every wrestler's in this fucking company, says that I get one rematch for a championship that I lost...
: ...Brandon: Yeah, I know that there are other guys in the division... You don't need to tell me that. I have a three hundred pound jackass telling me that every second he gets...
: ...Brandon: This week? No. I have something planned. Aaron and I are facing Real Steele. Piece of cake. But, this week... Something is happening...
: ...Brandon: Let's just say... It'll be fucking huge.
[The camera zooms in on Brandon's face. He is smiling, maniacally. The scene fades to black.]
Scene 2: It's Over
[Aaron Cruz is shown in his locker room backstage at an MPW house show. He has his head in his palms. Getting himself psyched for his next match. He's angry.]
"I don't deserve this. I'm a former World champion... And I'm put on the shelf like this? Wrestling house shows every week? And getting underlooked every time I get to the big leagues?
I'm sick of these local talents and the occasional match against Chicken. I want more. Glory. Fame. Money. Not mouth-breathing, juveniles that I can lift with one arm. I want the big leagues."
----------10 minutes later----------
[Aaron returns after yet another squash match against a local talent. Jay Wyatt catches up with him on his way out.]
Jay Wyatt: Aaron, what a match! You really took it to that guy! What are your plans for the future!?
[Aaron takes this as the perfect opportunity to say his thoughts.]
Aaron: Jay, what you just saw out there... That's just an example of what I can do. If you gave me guys like Johnny Clash or Sh Soulsfate, I GUARANTEE you that what MPW Nation just saw, will be the same outcome.
[He wipes some sweet off his forehead and ponders some thoughts.]
Aaron: You know, I'm sick and tired of people always telling me I'm not good enough, here in this company... I'm damned good enough. I'm better than what they expect of me. Of anyone!! I'm a former World's Heavyweight Champion in other promotions. But no, MPW officials don't care what Aaron is like.
[He realizes something. This makes him extremely angry.]
Aaron: I'm just a card stuffer. A guy who comes out and wrestles local guys? What are they gonna do next? Bring back Step Up! and have me be its champion? Because right now, that's the only title I think that MPW wants me to have or will give me the opportunity to go for at least...
[He's breathing heavily.]
Aaron: I'm not Brandon's bitch. We both know that, Brandon and I... I will not sit in the back of promos anymore and watch it all play out in front of me. I'm in this with Brandon. We're ready for Real Steele on Thursday. But we're ready for the Revolt. I don't know if anyone understands what will happen... I do. Let's see if you'll be asking what my future will be like after Takedown, Jay Wyatt...
[He takes a deep, long breathe.]
Aaron: This Thursday, me being underrated is over. Me being overlooked is over. Me being disrespected as a competitor? Is over. You watch. All of you. Aaron "Stone" Cruz is going to be a part of history some day... You wait and see. All of you.
[He angrily walks out of frame. Face red and sweaty. The scene cuts out on his locker room door closing.]
Scene 3: A Revolution is Coming
[The scene opens up on a landscape. It's wide open and the fields are yellowish gray due to the dead grass from the winter time. This isn't out west. It's on the north east. We're in a field on the side of a main highway in Massachusetts. Route 495. It's cold, brisk. It's snowing, slightly. And the ground is drizzled with white flakes.
Crunching is heard from the left side of the screen. The camera pans over to see Brandon Nytrus in a red, leather jacket. With black jeans and some boots. His head slowly turns to the sky and he begins to speak.]
Brandon: The cold air. It's home to me.
[His breathe appears in the air but then disappears directly afterwards.]
Brandon: The dry, brisk air makes me at peace. I do my best thinking in this weather. This... This is my haven. This is my golden ticket to relaxation.
[He takes a couple steps in front of him and halts.]
Brandon: This week on Thursday Night Takedown... There is going to be something new. Something exciting. That will change the landscape of MPW forever. It's the newest commodity on the market. Everyone is gonna want to be a part of it.
[The camera pans over to Aaron Cruz, who is sitting on the ground in the field. Surrounded by white snow, flaked on the grass. As the camera gets progressively closer to him, he looks up forward.
He's smiling. But his eyes are dead. Pale, blue eyes.]
Aaron: The moon is bright in the northeast. It shines down and makes the night even more beautiful then it already is.
[The camera cuts to a shot behind Cruz. He looks up in the sky, and the moon is huge. It shines down, making the frozen dew drops and snow flakes flash like diamonds.]
Aaron: Real Steele, our opponents for this week's edition of Takedown... Be fully aware that not only is the New Age coming. But what comes with it... Is even more powerful.
More powerful, then the moon's raze... Somehow shining down all of these millions of miles, just to help a single blade of grass sparkle.
Astonishing... Isn't it?
[Aaron chuckles.]
Aaron: Real Steele. Your name intrigues me.
Real... Reality. Something you can physically feel, hear, smell, touch or taste. Not imagined. You know it's there in front of you.
Steel... A metal. Which implies strength and unity. Something that is hard to be broken.
[He laughs again. Slightly.]
Aaron: That's why it's so interesting. You both have a bond that cannot be broken. A real, solid, tight bond.
I like that you both set yourselves up as such. Because when this idea comes tumbling down... You'll both know how much of a waste this all is. Because when you come face to face with the biggest force that has been seen or will ever been seen by anyone in MPW... This "Steel" bond will immediately crumble.
I get that its your last names. It's cute. But, I know it's something more. We all do.
[The camera pans back to Brandon.]
Brandon: A revolution is coming, boys.
Brandon: It's in the air. Can you feel it?
[The camera pans out, Brandon is standing behind a still sitting Aaron Cruz. There are three shadows behind them. You cannot come close to identifying any of them.]
Brandon: We can.
[The scene fades to black as the camera begins to pan out slowly and the 5 shadows disperse.]
