Post by brandonnytrus on Apr 19, 2013 7:22:53 GMT -5
Scene 1:
[The scene opens up on Brandon Nytrus. He sits on a park bench looking into his phone. Waiting for a phone call. The background isn't clear yet. Suddenly, we see a hospital. It's night time. The only light is the light of the street lamp next to the bench and the light coming from Massachusetts General Hospital. Nytrus sits alone on the bench and what seems to be the only one in the entire park. He looks up from his phone and up into the sky. He sees the moon. It shines like the brightest of diamonds. Suddenly, his phone rings.]
Brandon: Yes? Hello? Mom?
Mrs. Nytrus: Come on up.
Brandon: Is he okay?
Mrs. Nytrus: C'mon.
[The phone hangs up. He immediately becomes nervous and rushes inside. He runs up the 12 flights of stairs and finally reaches the room where family and friends are huddled into. Brandon moves his way through the crowd to see his close family friend, and former IWF Tag Team specialist, "IceHawg" Ryan Praxx. He is busted up, his head is wrapped and he has a cast on his foot.]
Ryan: Hey fucker.
Brandon: Oh thank god you're okay.
[Brandon hugs him. They embrace for the first time in two years. Seems like forever.]
Brandon: What exactly happened?
Ryan: First thin i know, I was runnin down the final part of da marathon. Then, next thin, I done got forced back by the explersion, hit my head real good and broked my leeg.
[Ryan is from Oklahoma.]
Brandon: Concussion?
Ryan: Mmm... And a good un too. Yep, dey done sayid 'dat I hit my haid so hard, that I left a dayum impreyent on da damn sidewalk.
Brandon: Well, we're lucky you're still here, bud.
Ryan: Sure as hell... Shucks, I wuz a juss thinkin bout da good ol days, were you, Rick, Wilson and me uster tear da shit up.
Brandon: Were you?
Ryan: You bet yer ass. Shoo, I dun fergot bout dem times til now. Crazy how da time flies.
Brandon: Ryan, rest? Please?
Lets leave him alone. C'mon.
[He forces everyone out.]
Ryan: Hey, uh, Brandon?
Brandon: What's up, kid?
Ryan: Yous a facin dat Gabriel folk dis week, righ? No holds barred?
Brandon: Yup.
[Ryan smiles and he goes into his bag and pulls out something and hides it from view.]
Ryan: Do mes a favor, will yuh?
Brandon: Of course.
[He lifts it up and he holds a gold chain that reads "Westward Bound" on the lock on the end. It used to be Wilson and Ryan Praxx's name for their tag team back in IWF. He puts it in Brandon's hand.]
Ryan: Give'em da best whoopin a man could get. Do it for me.
[Brandon smiles widely.]
Brandon: Will do.
[He shakes Ryan's hand and leaves and the scene fades out.]
Scene 2:
Voice: Hello this is your captain speaking, we will be landing any moment now. Stand by for landing procedure. Thank you for flying JetBlue.
[Thats the only thing Brandon remembers from the plan ride from Boston to Georgia. He wakes up again and he's in the seat being woken up by the flight attendant. Nytrus stands up and exits the plane. He sits and waits. People notice him and ask for autographs. He declines some and then signs some. His week was filled with meet and greets. But there is nothing wrong with his week. Meeting people who were effected by the Marathon Bombings. He's grateful. But now it's business time.]
Brandon: I need a car to the gym in about ten minutes... And then after I'm done, I need a ride to the hotel I'm staying at... Yes, I'll pay extra... Thank you... Fucking people...
[On his way home he gets a text from Nikki. She says:
"I'm waiting babe...missed u. :*"
He smiles and chuckles.
15 minutes later they arrive at the gym. Nytrus is immediately approached by a cameraman and a journalist for the local news. They want some questions answered.]
Brandon: Okay, sure.
Reporter: Okay, what are your thoughts on Gabriel Griffin?
Brandon: Pussy, next.
[The reporter is a bit confused.]
Reporter: Um, okay. What's your next title move?
Brandon: I'm always focused on the world title. But winning something else would be nice too. If the company I work for didn't hate me as much as the fans do, they'd know that.
Listen, boys... I know whAt you're gonna ask... But I have no time...
To summarize what this Thursday is? I represent the entire city of Boston. I will pound Griffin's face so hard that he'll be seeing the inside of his skull for months. The hatred I have in my life right now is almost scary and I must take it out. So where else, but to one of the men I hate the most.
I just hope he's ready, he has no idea what's coming for him.
[He walks inside the gym and the scene fades out.]
[The scene opens up on Brandon Nytrus. He sits on a park bench looking into his phone. Waiting for a phone call. The background isn't clear yet. Suddenly, we see a hospital. It's night time. The only light is the light of the street lamp next to the bench and the light coming from Massachusetts General Hospital. Nytrus sits alone on the bench and what seems to be the only one in the entire park. He looks up from his phone and up into the sky. He sees the moon. It shines like the brightest of diamonds. Suddenly, his phone rings.]
Brandon: Yes? Hello? Mom?
Mrs. Nytrus: Come on up.
Brandon: Is he okay?
Mrs. Nytrus: C'mon.
[The phone hangs up. He immediately becomes nervous and rushes inside. He runs up the 12 flights of stairs and finally reaches the room where family and friends are huddled into. Brandon moves his way through the crowd to see his close family friend, and former IWF Tag Team specialist, "IceHawg" Ryan Praxx. He is busted up, his head is wrapped and he has a cast on his foot.]
Ryan: Hey fucker.
Brandon: Oh thank god you're okay.
[Brandon hugs him. They embrace for the first time in two years. Seems like forever.]
Brandon: What exactly happened?
Ryan: First thin i know, I was runnin down the final part of da marathon. Then, next thin, I done got forced back by the explersion, hit my head real good and broked my leeg.
[Ryan is from Oklahoma.]
Brandon: Concussion?
Ryan: Mmm... And a good un too. Yep, dey done sayid 'dat I hit my haid so hard, that I left a dayum impreyent on da damn sidewalk.
Brandon: Well, we're lucky you're still here, bud.
Ryan: Sure as hell... Shucks, I wuz a juss thinkin bout da good ol days, were you, Rick, Wilson and me uster tear da shit up.
Brandon: Were you?
Ryan: You bet yer ass. Shoo, I dun fergot bout dem times til now. Crazy how da time flies.
Brandon: Ryan, rest? Please?
Lets leave him alone. C'mon.
[He forces everyone out.]
Ryan: Hey, uh, Brandon?
Brandon: What's up, kid?
Ryan: Yous a facin dat Gabriel folk dis week, righ? No holds barred?
Brandon: Yup.
[Ryan smiles and he goes into his bag and pulls out something and hides it from view.]
Ryan: Do mes a favor, will yuh?
Brandon: Of course.
[He lifts it up and he holds a gold chain that reads "Westward Bound" on the lock on the end. It used to be Wilson and Ryan Praxx's name for their tag team back in IWF. He puts it in Brandon's hand.]
Ryan: Give'em da best whoopin a man could get. Do it for me.
[Brandon smiles widely.]
Brandon: Will do.
[He shakes Ryan's hand and leaves and the scene fades out.]
Scene 2:
Voice: Hello this is your captain speaking, we will be landing any moment now. Stand by for landing procedure. Thank you for flying JetBlue.
[Thats the only thing Brandon remembers from the plan ride from Boston to Georgia. He wakes up again and he's in the seat being woken up by the flight attendant. Nytrus stands up and exits the plane. He sits and waits. People notice him and ask for autographs. He declines some and then signs some. His week was filled with meet and greets. But there is nothing wrong with his week. Meeting people who were effected by the Marathon Bombings. He's grateful. But now it's business time.]
Brandon: I need a car to the gym in about ten minutes... And then after I'm done, I need a ride to the hotel I'm staying at... Yes, I'll pay extra... Thank you... Fucking people...
[On his way home he gets a text from Nikki. She says:
"I'm waiting babe...missed u. :*"
He smiles and chuckles.
15 minutes later they arrive at the gym. Nytrus is immediately approached by a cameraman and a journalist for the local news. They want some questions answered.]
Brandon: Okay, sure.
Reporter: Okay, what are your thoughts on Gabriel Griffin?
Brandon: Pussy, next.
[The reporter is a bit confused.]
Reporter: Um, okay. What's your next title move?
Brandon: I'm always focused on the world title. But winning something else would be nice too. If the company I work for didn't hate me as much as the fans do, they'd know that.
Listen, boys... I know whAt you're gonna ask... But I have no time...
To summarize what this Thursday is? I represent the entire city of Boston. I will pound Griffin's face so hard that he'll be seeing the inside of his skull for months. The hatred I have in my life right now is almost scary and I must take it out. So where else, but to one of the men I hate the most.
I just hope he's ready, he has no idea what's coming for him.
[He walks inside the gym and the scene fades out.]
