Post by brandonnytrus on Mar 7, 2013 0:47:47 GMT -5
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[/center][Sitting on the bed of his expensive hotel room in Dallas, is Brandon Nytrus. He is relaxed. His suit jacket is on one of the chairs in front of the windows. His tie is almost completely undone and his shirt buttons are unbuttoned until half way down his body. He is watching highlights from the Celtics game the other day.
There is suddenly a knock on the door.]
Brandon: Come in.
Brandon: Oh thank god... Babe!! The food is here.
Nikki: I'll be right there!
[The concierge lifts the lid off.]
[Brandon's eyes widen. He licks his lips and pays the man. Nikki comes in, barely wearing anything but a towel and some lingerie. She gets extremely happy when she sees the food.]
Nikki: Ugh thank god.
[They begin to dig in.]
Brandon: You know, I love Boston... But the food everywhere else is so good. For some reason, Massachusetts food sucks compared to the rest of America.
[Nikki laughs.]
Nikki: Hey, don't shit on Boston food. It's not that bad. When we lived in Boston... I really liked the... Burgers?
[They share another laugh. A couple moments pass. Nytrus looks down at his bag and remembers what's in it. He starts to contemplate one of the biggest decisions he's gonna make in his entire life. He smiles and knows his decision.]
Brandon: Nikki... I've been meaning to ask you something.
[Nikki becomes confused for a moment.]
Nikki: What are you talking about?
[Brandon smiles widely.]
Brandon: Close your eyes, baby.
[Nikki does so. Brandon goes into his bag and pulls out a little black box. He sits on one knee and looks up at Nikki with a giant smile and opens up the black box up at her, showing the item inside.]
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Brandon: Open your eyes, baby.
[She opens her eyes and gasps.]
Brandon: Nikki, I know it's been a couple of months. But I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you.
[She begins to cry.]
Brandon: Nikki Marie Schott... Will you marry me?
[Nikki starts crying harder and smiling.]
Nikki: YES!! YES!!!
[They embrace and smile and begin to kiss.]
Brandon: I'm so happy.
Nikki: Me too.
[Brandon begins to kiss her, and undo her robe. Then begin to undress each other until there is a knock on the door. Brandon scoffs but continues. The knock happens again. He stops and angrily goes to the door. It's Dennis.]
Brandon: What Dennis?
[Dennis takes a look into the room and smiles.]
Dennis: Am I interrupting something?
[Brandon rubs his forehead.]
Brandon: Yes, actually.
[Dennis' face becomes extremely bright when he realizes what's going on.]
Dennis: Did you...
[Brandon can't help but smile.]
Brandon: Yes.
[Dennis yells out and hugs Brandon. He rushes past him and hugs Nikki.]
Dennis: Congratulations!!! I'm so happy!! Wait... Now I need to start planning the wedding... How about next week? No... Too soon... The week after??? I might like that... Yeah...
[Brandon becomes extremely confused.]
Brandon: Woah... How about you let it happen between the couple...
[Dennis halts. He smiles.]
Dennis: You're right. I'll let you two do... Whatever you need to do. I'll call later.
[Brandon forces him out the door.]
Dennis: I'll tell the boys.
[Brandon nods and shuts the door and locks it. He walks back to Nikki and starts up what they started.]
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Reid Jordan: What is up wrestling fans, my name is Reid "The Seed" Jordan and you're listening to the Inside Pulse on WDWR 97.8. Today, we welcome a MPW Superstar and a former MPW X-core Champion, none other than the "King of Hardcore" himself, Mr. Brandon Nytrus. What is up my man?
Brandon: Not much. Hanging out. Here to plug Road 2 Glory.
Reid: So I have a few questions to ask about your upcoming appearance this week at MPW's biggest event of the year, Road 2 Glory, right here in Dallas.
[Brandon sighs. You can hear the chewing of his gum in his mouth through the microphone.]
Brandon: I guess I don't have a choice right now, do I?
[Reid, overwhelmed with starstruck, laughs hysterically at Nytrus, even though it obviously wasn't a joke.]
Reid: Okay, so you're under a lot of pressure here, being in a fatal four way match, where you don't even have to be pinned to lose. How are you preparing for this match?
Brandon: Well, Ryan...
Reid: It... It's Reid.
Brandon: ...I have been in this kind of match before. Big stage, big chance and in X-core Rules? There's no way that I won't be prepared.
Reid: Alright, cool. So, my next question... Did I hear right? Did you and Nikki tie the knot or what!?
[Brandon laughs for a moment then smiles. He looks up at Nikki standing in the corner with the ring on her finger.]
Brandon: How about you leave it to the big boys to deal with the big boy questions, okay, short stuff?
[Reid becomes flabbergasted.]
Reid: But Brandon, I'm your age... I'm 24...
Brandon: And probably still living in your mom's basement while your younger brother is happy with a girlfriend. And while he's porking her, you're alone on your futon in your Suck Killbitch jammies sucking down fish sticks watching videos of Nikki on your pussy ass laptop.
[Reid doesn't speak at all. He's shocked.]
Brandon: Am I wrong?
[Reid doesn't move.]
Brandon: You radio hosts are all the same. Pompous, selfish, and nerds. You're the kind of guy I used to bully in high school.
[Brandon widens his eyes, expecting a response. Reid still hasn't even moved. He's petrified.]
Brandon: How about this? How about I ask you the questions.
How long did this little dream of yours, where I come in here and become your best friend forever, take to develop?
Hm?
What about your false reality of you becoming something in this kind of work?
Be honest, how many guys do you know or have heard about have come from being a Dallas Wrestling Radio Talk Show host, or any other city radio station, and made themselves relevant?
I'll answer for you. None.
Why don't you go out and get yourself a job that makes you money, lose some weight, and find a girlfriend.
That's when I'll answer these ridiculous questions. You sound like a seven year old girl gossiping on a playground at recess, for god's sake.
Anything?
SAY SOMETHING!!!!
[Reid stumbles. He goes through his papers and they spill everywhere. He bursts out.]
Reid: Why are you doing this!?
Brandon: You wanna know why? Because for the past two weeks I've had to deal with pussies like TJ Pain and Kuk Killswitch, trying to make me feel insignificant on Twitter. When neither of them would say it to my face.
Granted, TJ Pain beat me last week. But just barely. I promised him that by the end of the night, he'd be lying in a puddle of his own blood. I never said I thought I would win that match. I promised one thing and one thing only. And I did it.
But Kuk Killswitch calls me nothing. He tells me that after I lost my title, I became nothing. I've been building for this one moment. This one chance. Yeah, he says that I'm gonna be taken out. That he's gonna destroy me. But you know what, Reid? I don't think he's gonna do that. Do you? Huh? Answer me.
[Reid is confused as hell.]
Reid: I don't. I don't think... I... I don't know...
Brandon: Good. I'm glad you agree with me. Now, I think that this show is over. Have a great day, Reid.
[Brandon stands up and takes Nikki's hand and leaves through the same door he came in.
Reid is left alone at the table with the radio show still going. He's shocked, scared, and all around, confused.]
Radio Manager: Reid, you gotta say something.
[Reid fixes himself up a bit. He moves towards the mic.]
Reid: We'll be right back, everyone... Um... Yeah...
[The ads play.]
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[/center]1...2...3!!!!
DING DING DING
Honey Winters: Here is your winner... Brandon Nytrus!!!!
["Strong Arm Broken" plays from the speakers as Brandon rises up from defeating a young, local talent easily. He brushes off his shoulders. He smiles and grabs a microphone from ringside.]
Brandon: You see that? That is exactly what will happen to people when they get in my way. This guy thought he was better than me. He thought he could stand up to the "King Of Hardcore". No, no. You see, this guy right here? He's a no one. Kind of what Kuk Killswitch wants me to think of myself as. A no one. A no shot.
Let's take a moment to recognize some of the tweets I was receiving from our X-core Champion. Whoever's working in the truck. Please...
Brandon: Kuk, let's analyze this.
You said that my matches with you were flukes. Seeing as Aaron beat you down with me. Then I pinned you, fair and square in the match that I helped create. Yes, I know you beat me 6 days later. But you know what, that 6 day title reign? Was a longer period of time than Gabriel Griffin and TJ Pain held the title, combined.
But we'll get back to that later.
Kuk, you say I'm a fluke. Do you know what a fluke is, Kuk?
[Brandon props up to look proper and smart.]
Brandon: "Fluke (n): Unlikely chance occurrence, esp. a surprising piece of luck."
I'm sorry, but I believe that I beat you. Twice. Fair and square. X-core Rules means anything goes. Aaron was allowed and eligible. And you being mad at that? Means you're not as hardcore as you thought. Seems like you're the fluke now. My record with you? 2-1. 2 wins, 1 loss.
[Brandon is loving himself right now. He smiles then looks at the camera.]
Brandon: I have one more. So please.
[He motions to the titantron.]
Brandon: Wise words here, Tony.
"Immature."
"Psychological Examination."
[Brandon looks a little confused and amused.]
Brandon: I remember something like this happening in every middle school ever.
Bullies, bullying people because something was going on at home. Well, I think that this whole hostile, bully, "bad-ass" feel that this man has towards everything? Comes back to the whole Roxxanne situation. Listen, buddy, I never really cared much about what happened in your life... But after seeing that whole Simon interview on MPW.com... I feel so sorry for you.
But you know who I'm mostly sorry for? Roxxanne. Like, Jesus Christ.
This poor girl, had her pussy passed back and forth more than a baseball. But to make everything worse? It was back and forth between two of the smallest dicks in the entire world.
So, Anthony. If anyone needs a psychological examination, I think it's you, bud.
[The crowd loves this, but it's a bit uncomfortable for them. Seeing as Brandon is hated and the situation is very uncomfortable within itself.]
Brandon: Now, Gabe? I really don't know him. Frankly, I don't care to know him.
I'll give him this, I respect him a hell of a lot more than I respect the two other ass hats in this match with me on Thursday. Just know, Gabe, that if you step in my way come Thursday? There's gonna be a lot of problems between you and me. And nothing will stop me from getting my championship back.
["Strong Arm Broken" plays from the speakers. Nytrus drops the mic and smiles and leaves the ring. He turns towards the ring halfway up and mouths off to the crowd saying things like "My title." "My time." as the scene cuts to black.]
