Maybe This Time

[brandonnytrus]

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[The scene opens up on Brandon Nytrus sitting across the table from someone, playing poker. There is a hand that appears from beside him and deals out the next hands. He looks at the cards that he has and smiles.]

Brandon: Well… Hm… I guess this is for all the marbles my friend. Care to start?

[The hand from behind the camera slides all of its chips into the center of the table. The look on Brandon’s face shifts from smiling to extremely confident.]

Brandon: Oh, all in, huh? Risky playing?

[Brandon leans forward and smiles.]

Brandon: I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into, bud. I match.

[He slides his pile of chips into the center as well and smiles.]

Brandon: Are you ready? … Good.

[He flips them over.]

Brandon: BAM! A Jack and a King. Read’em and weep, boy. Looks like I won this ga—

[Brandon stops and his jaw flies open in shock.]

Brandon: What the…

[The camera turns around and shows Jordan Cassel smiling widely holding two Kings in his hand. He pulls all of the chips in towards him and puts them in a bag. He gets down from the chair he was sitting in and walks over to Nytrus and pats him on the back.]

Jordan: Maybe next time, Icon.

[Brandon is in astonishment. He stands up eagerly and walks over to Jordan’s chair. He looks under the table and all around to see if there was any sign of cheating involved. He finds nothing and sighs.]

Brandon: Damn… What the hell was that…

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[It’s night time. There’s a half a moon out, and it’s silent except the songs of the crickets. Brandon Nytrus is sitting on a stone wall by himself looking out onto a field of tall grass. He lights a cigarette and takes a puff. It’s totally quiet. He doesn’t say a word. He just looks out to the field and occasionally up at the moon. Finally he begins to speak.]

Brandon: I love this sight. Just, nothing. No animals, no birds. Just me and the night.

[He takes another drag of the cigarette.]

Brandon: Hell yeah that’s corny. But it’s the truth. And I don’t stray away from the truth. I never stray away from the truth.

[He takes another drag and begins to cough.]

Brandon: Agh shit. *cough cough* I need to quit with these things. They’re killing me, I swear.

[He coughs twice more pretty hard and then takes another puff and lets it out.]

Brandon: You know, I’m actually kinda disappointed in what happened last week. Herman announcing the Goldrush match. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m excited for the opportunity to win the Sin City title. But, I was actually looking forward to getting in the ring and beating Jackson. But, Blaze has a vacation and I guess another first is in order, right?

[He takes another puff and lets it out his nose.]

Brandon: Facing Chris, that is. It’s crazy, really. We’ve been here the same amount of time and we still haven’t faced each other one on one. My head’s fucked up enough that I can’t even remember if we’ve faced in a tag match. But nonetheless, I’m like 98.999 percent sure that this is the first time we’ve faced one on one.

Maybe it’s not a bad thing. Facing Chris instead of Jackson. Maybe, if I’m Sin City Champion, when Jackson does come back and he wants the Sin City Title… He’ll have to come after me, instead of the reverse. And I like that idea. A lot, actually.

[He laughs at himself. He takes one last puff of the cigarette and puts it out on the rock.]

Brandon: I mean, it really sucks sometimes. I’ve lost almost every single title shot I’ve ever been in. Maybe Jackson’s right… Maybe I do suck…

[He looks down at the ground and begins to laugh.]

Brandon: That can’t be right. If I sucked, I wouldn’t be in this match in the first place. But anyway…

[He gets up from the rock and turns back to the trail that led him here in the first place and begins to walk back.]

Brandon: This week, I have to face Cable and Baxter. At the same time. Jeeeeeeeeeez. Bobby really put me in a tight one here. But no fear, I will be teaming with the masked wonder, the man who calls himself “White Mask”.

[He chuckles to himself.]

Brandon: Ahh. I’m excited. Main event. Should be fun. Knowing that one of Trey’s boyfriends won’t be at ringside trying to fuck it up will be nice. Pucas will be there though. That should be even funner… More fun? Funner… Fuck… I always mess that up.

[He comes out of the woods and walks onto a sidewalk and begins to walk along the streets of Des Moines.]

Brandon: Oddly enough, this is my first time I have ever visited Iowa. And being honest, Des Moines isn’t that bad. The bars are fun, there’s this arcade in the city that I went to and played in. That was cool. You don’t see many of those nowadays. But I did visit the Wells Fargo Arena… The place is huge. I mean huge. We should be in for a loud ass night, man. The main event will be rocking.

[He smiles and grabs some leaves off of trees and throws them down.]

Brandon: Trey and I fought two weeks ago. And I think he should be respecting me a little more after it. I gave him one hell of a fight. We rocked the helll out of that match and the crowd was loud and crazy the entire time. But, I lost but, to be honest, I don’t care that I lost. I put on one of the best matches in Takedown history. I should definitely be respected for that…

I love the fans, man. That main event a couple weeks ago was crazy. Trey even said it himself. I heard it under his breathe after he won. His exact words:

”Holy shit it’s loud.”

[He laughs.]

Brandon: That’s why I love my job, man. That right there. Even when the people who hate the fans, they can say they’re loud and crazy and enjoy it.

I just don’t think Cable will ever be like that. You know that at Goldrush that steel cage match will be killing it.

[He pauses and looks up at the sky and smiles at the moon.]

Brandon: I’m so different outside at night. I’m so much… I don’t know, darker.

Ha, I kinda like it.

[He walks into his hotel and then turns back before he fully walks in.]

Brandon: Oh! One more thing… Not only will I be facing Cable this week, but these next few weeks… Well, they’ll be hell if your name is Chris Cable. If you know what I mean.

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[We enter the Wells Fargo Arena where Brandon Nytrus is caught by a mob of reporters. Many of them are asking varieties of questions. Brandon smiles widely and tells them to calm down and begins answering questions.]

Brandon: Okay guys. Let’s get this over with.

Reporter #1: Brandon, how’s Nikki!?

[Brandon laughs.]

Brandon: She’s fine. She’s doing some stuff up in New Hampshire promoting her brother in a new wrestling federation he’s in. So, she’s with her family until we’re done with Goldrush.

Reporter #2: Speaking of that, what did you think of Herman’s announcement of your match at the PPV?

Brandon: I have a shot at the Sin City Championship, what else can I say? I’m excited and ready.

[Brandon laughs a little bit as a third reporter is trying to get her word in.]

Reporter #3: Brandon! What about your match this week? The main event?

Brandon: Ha, what do you mean?

Reporter #3: How are you making preparations?

Brandon: Well, it is a tag match, so I need to just prepare for two guys, not one. It doesn’t help that I don’t even know who my partner really is and I really don’t even know how to get in touch with him.

[Suddenly, Brandon’s phone rings.]

Brandon: Ah, hold on, boys and girls…

Hello? … Hey honey, how’s New Hampshire? … Mhm … Okay… Yup … Alright … I’ll call you later … If you need anything else, let me know… Okay… Love you too … Buhbye, sweetie.

[Brandon hangs the phone up.]

Brandon: Alright boys, I need to head out and get my wife some baby stuff.

[The crowd follows him and he keeps walking. The scene fades out to black.]