Post by brandonnytrus on Mar 9, 2013 4:17:46 GMT -5
Scene 1:
[/center][The scene fades up on a distraught Brandon Nytrus. He's sitting in a steel chair in the middle of his locker room backstage of Road 2 Glory. A knock is heard from the door.]
Brandon: Come in.
[Nikki opens the door. Her face shows concern. She opens the door slightly, enters, then closes the door behind her. She walks over to him and begins to rub his shoulders.]
Brandon: This close... I was this close, Nikki...
Nikki: Sh, sh, sh... It's okay baby.
[He puts his head to his palm. He sighs heavily and rubs his eyes.]
Nikki: You know you're better than any of those guys.
Brandon: That's not it, babe... That was it. My last opportunity. I can't just keep coming back. It's not worth it. Kuk is still the champion and I'm still... Naked...
That's it. I feel naked. Always. I had that championship for six days. Not even a week, and I lose it. Then, I try to get it back, and I get... Screwed. Again. I know, I keep using that as an excuse. But you know what, I'm sick and tired of this. Watching... Ugh... OH MY GOD...
[She sits on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.]
Nikki: Baby, please relax. For me?
[He takes a breathe and relaxes.]
Brandon: Okay. Alright, I'm sorry baby... I'm so...
Nikki: I talked to Dennis today. We're setting a date.
[His manor becomes a little more happy.]
Brandon: And what dates did you guys come up with?
Nikki: Well, Dennis wanted it next week... But I need more time.
[Brandon nods. His eyebrows raise.]
Brandon: How about in two weeks?
[Nikki becomes confused and shocked.]
Nikki: Really?
Brandon: I mean, yeah. You've been planning your wedding for months now. You think I didn't hear you talking to your mom on the phone?
[She blushes.]
Nikki: You're right.
[Brandon smiles and kisses her on the cheek.]
Brandon: Let's do it.
[Nikki giggles.]
Nikki: Yeah, let's do it.
[They kiss. Brandon looks at her in the eyes.]
Nikki: Did I make you feel better?
Brandon: You always do!
[Another kiss as the scene fades out to black.]
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Scene 2:
[/b][Aaron Cruz and Rye Payne sit in the living room of Brandon's suite playing Xbox in their gym clothes. Aaron pushes Rye to try and distract him. Rye pushes back. They begin a little pushing match. Brandon walks in, fixing his sleeves on his suit.]
Brandon: Hey, ladies. Stop.
[Rye and Aaron go right back to playing. Nikki walks in wearing a very tight green dress. She's putting in her earrings, when she kisses Brandon on the cheek.]
Nikki: Okay honey. If we're gonna meet my parents, we gotta go now.
[She walks away, into the bathroom.]
Aaron: Why are you guys getting all dressed up...
Brandon: Her parents live in New Orleans. We're telling them that we're engaged. It's my first time I'm meeting them... But they wanted to go somewhere expensive. They're...
[He looks to see if Nikki is coming.]
Brandon *whispering*: Loaded.
[Rye and Aaron look at each other and laugh. Nikki walks in again.]
Brandon: Ready?
Nikki: Yup. Lets go.
Brandon: Alright. C'mon guys. You need to leave.
[Cruz and Payne stand up and leave. Brandon shuts the door behind him after they leave and locks it.]
-----------20 MINUTES LATER---------
[The scene opens up again at Antoine's Restaurant, where Brandon and Nikki sit across the table from Mr. and Mrs. Schott. Brandon looks very stiff and uncomfortable. Mr. Schott is middle aged. His gray hair is pressed back, revealing his wrinkly forehead. He is in what looks like an expensive suit. Mrs. Schott has her hair straightened. It is only shoulder length and is brown. It seems dyed seeing as there seems to be some gray in the roots.]
Mrs. Schott: So... Brandon, how did you get into the wrestling business?
[Brandon takes a desperately needed sigh. He fixes the napkin on his lap.]
Brandon: Well, my dad used to wrestle in WCW and in ECW back in the old days.
[Mr. Schott drops his fork and knife.]
Mr. Schott: That's it. Your father is Randy "Roundhouse" Nytrus. I used to hate him... Oh, in that wrestling way... You know.
[Brandon's face enlightens.]
Brandon: Yeah?
Mr. Schott: Of course! Our family has always been so interested in wrestling. I knew that when Nikki said your last name is Nytrus... I knew it was familiar...
[Brandon smiles.]
Nikki: So... Mom... Dad... We have something to tell you...
[They pay close attention.]
Nikki: Brandon and I are getting married.
[The forks and knives in the hands of her parents drop immediately. They stare blankly at the couple. This moment lasted for what seemed to be 10 minutes. Nytrus is completely stiff. Nikki maintains an awkward and hopeful smile.]
Mrs. Schott: What?
[Nikki nods.]
Mr. Schott: Married? You're getting married?
Nikki: On TNT...
Mrs. Schott: ON TV!?!?
[Brandon looks down at his lap and says nothing.]
Nikki: Do you not approve?
Mr. Schott: We just met this guy... And you're marrying him!?
[Mrs. Schott begins to tear up.]
Mrs. Schott: When...
[Nikki sighs. Brandon looks at her.]
Nikki: Two weeks.
[Mrs. Schott begins to break down. Sobbing hysterically.]
Mr. Schott: We will talk about this later... C'mon honey.
[Mr. Schott helps his wife out of the restaurant. Nikki rubs her forehead.]
Brandon: I'm sorry baby.
[Nytrus rubs her back.]
Nikki: It'll be okay. I'll call them tomorrow. They're just a little heated right now. They'll calm down and relax. When my brother got married, they did the same thing. Granted, they didn't go to the wedding. But they apologized later.
I'll make them a dinner and bring it to their place tomorrow. I'll have dinner with them and we'll talk. We'll be okay baby.
[Brandon kisses her, sighs and rubs her back. The scene fades to black.]
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Scene 3:
[The scene fades up on Brandon Nytrus in the center of an unknown room sitting on a steel chair. There are three rows of fluorescent lights above his head that show blue brick walls. He lifts his head and looks into the camera.]
Brandon: Another wasted opportunity. Road 2 Glory is supposed to be where stars are born. Where legends are made and where the best matches happen. But I lose my chance at the X-core Title because Kuk knocked out TJ? It's not right. Not at all.
No one wants to lose a match when they're not even involved in the decision. It's the price you pay when you're involved in a fatal four way contest. But to be laying there in the ring listening and watching your worst enemy celebrating a win that shouldn't have happened... You become extremely bitter.
And the worst part about it? MPW's staff doesn't give a rat's ass about how their beast feels. How the business's best big man is feeling. I should be champion. I should be the best. The top. I am the best. I am the best wrestler here. I deserve to be champion. But MPW has this secret hatred towards me. So while people like Kuk Killswitch sit on their ass enjoying life as champion... I'm stuck at events working my ass off to get opportunities. I'm not the only one either.
Ian Andrews? A former MPW tag champ. He has had nothing since.
Rye Payne? One of the best athletes on this roster. He hasn't gotten shit in this company.
Aaron Cruz? I've known the man for years. He's a monster. He has every tool to be a champion. But what has gotten? One shot. Against six other people.
But, I digress... MPW likes to make their champions seem better than they really are.
[Brandon laughs a bit and looks down at the floor. He looks up.]
Brandon: I mean, be honest.
Yeah, TJ was knocked out. But at least count the pin. There are two other men in that match who could've been able to fight on. It doesn't take much to knock out a guy when you're overweight and using all of that weight and throwing it into a guy's face.
I mean, I could be X-core Champion right now if it wasn't for the damn officiating again. They screw me over every single chance they get. I am sick and tired of watching my victor stand over me in after a completely undeserved win. What is this? The fourth time. I'm not gonna name them. I'm not gonna list. I'm gonna just keep complaining until someone actually fucking notices it, because I seem to be the only man in this company who sees how completely corrupt the people in the back are.
Of course people like Ash Soulsfate and Johnny Clash aren't gonna notice it. They're the ones who get the opportunities that guys like me or Rye Payne, or any other guy I said before, deserve. Johnny Clash doesn't work every card. I do. I am out there every week making five star matches with people who can barely get a three star match with other guys in the back. But Johnny drives a car into a guy and he suddenly gets a main event at Road 2 Glory. I went through hell and high water to get the match I had at Road 2 Glory. I had to beg and plead. But all I get is another screw over and another loss in a fucking title match.
It's not fair. It hasn't been fair. It will never be fair. To anyone. I guarantee you that even when this rant of mine is over? Nothing is gonna change. It never does. Because the guys with a voice? They're the guys doing it all. They will never ever even begin to think about it. But I'm done giving my excuses.
[He sighs. Takes a moment to calm down.]
Brandon: Because, of course, I can't do anything about it. I had enough chances. Enough is enough and it's time to move on. So now, I have to face Emi. I don't know how to pronounce her last name. Nor do I really care. Because this is just another chance for me to showcase my talents. Yeah, she and I have faced once in a tag team match. Aaron and I lost to them. We had an off night. But hey, like we've all learned, there's always room for a second chance.
[Brandon leans back in the chair. He takes a deep breathe in through the nose and out the mouth.]
Brandon: I'm the only beast in this company. Close to 7 feet tall and close to 300 pounds of pure muscles and strength. I make most bodybuilders look anorexic. But instead of putting me in the main event... MPW booking decides to put me with the smallest wrestler on the roster... Other than Chicken.
[The camera pans to a view from closer to the ground, looking up at Brandon.]
Brandon: Emi? She's tough. I'll give her that. But, let it be known that this girl has her head up her ass all the time. This girl has no idea what's going on most of the time. I mean, her tag team name? The "Super Shiny Tiger Twins". Are you serious? Is that supposed to intimidate me? She skips her way down the ramp every week and try to put on this personality that she likes everyone.
This girl can be summed up into one word. Fake.
[Brandon smiles and takes a moment to savor the word.]
Brandon: Such a harsh word. But you know... I don't mind it. If someone deserves it, by all means... They deserve everything coming to them.
I may seem pissed off at Emi. Frankly, I don't know her at all. I really don't want to either. But the fact of the matter is this, with months of pumped up frustration... It's not a good week to be Brandon Nytrus' opponent.
[He seems very angry now. He sighs once more, keeping himself under control.]
Brandon: I'm ready for this pipsqueak to step in the ring with me. She's a non-factor. A rag doll. She won't stop fighting. I know that. That's why she's tough. But that gives me more of a reason to beat her senseless. There is no reason for me not to go off on this girl. I'm done complaining. I'm done making excuses for my losses. The ruthless aggression starts now. You step in my way... You're gonna regret it. Trust me.
The New Generation begins now. And if you don't believe me. Then just ask Dennis, Rye, Ian and Aaron. They'll give you some guidance to understanding the new.
[The scene fades out to black as Brandon stands from the chair and walks away.]
