Post by brandonnytrus on Aug 3, 2013 21:20:59 GMT -5
Scene 1:
[/color][/b][The scene opens up and we see Brandon Nytrus in a Rage t-shirt, sitting next to Aaron Cruz and Nikki Schott. They have their own box seats in the Nassau Arena in Long Island for WWO's Evolution. They're watching the Rage vs. Mike Savage match. We hear "one...two...three!!" And Brandon and Aaron go crazy.]
Brandon: What a fucking match...
Aaron: Yeah man.
[They sit back down. Brandon looks over at Nikki whose stomach has noticeably gotten bigger with the pregnancy. He smiles and kisses her on the cheek.]
Nikki: What was that for?
Brandon: I don't know.
[The smile at each other.]
Aaron: Hey dude, that guy from Bahston is talkin.
[They turn to the megatron.]
Callum O'Malley: You actually think you have a chance in this match? That's very comical to me. Because the way I see it....this is a Boston Street Fight and some silver spooned prince isn't going to get one up on the street fighter from Boston. No chance.....while I can admire the fact that you are standing up for your family...I can also marvel in the sheer stupidity that your family possesses. But don't worry if your Daddy thinks that banding together a bunch of morons is going to stop me? You should know that there is absolutely nothing that will stop me from taking over this piss poor company and calling my own!"[/color]
Brandon: Haha, fuck yeah. Boston represent.
Aaron: This match is gonna be wicked good. Imma get anothah bruschi.
[Nikki looks confused.]
Nikki: Bruschi?
[Aaron looks at her, shocked.]
Aaron: You don't know what a bruschi is, and you're married to him?
[Brandon laughs.]
Brandon: A bruschi is like a New Englandy way of saying beer.
Aaron: Not only is it a beah, but it's also thah name of thah best linebackah in thah history of football.
Brandon *whispering*: Tedy Bruschi.
["Shipping Up To Boston" begins to play and Aaron sprints back to his seat. They begin to sing it together, Brandon and Aaron. Screaming it. Nikki and the other people in the booth laugh at them.]
Nikki: You guys are fucking 4 year olds.
Brandon & Aaron: SHIPPING UP TO BOSTON... WOOOOOAHHH... SHIPPING UP TO BOSTON.... WOOOOOOOOOOOOAH!!! SHIPPING UP TO BOSTON.... WOOOOOAH.... SHIPPING UP... TO FIND MY WOODEN, LEG!!!!!!!!!!!!
[Aaron and Brandon laugh.]
Brandon: Man, getting to see that cage match makes me so hyped for Goldrush.
Aaron: Shit, that's next week, isn't it?
Brandon: Yup. Thursday.
Aaron: When ya win thah title... You should name it the Beantown Championship. No one has evah claimed thah championship Bahston's.
[Brandon laughs.]
Brandon: I will.
[Aaron takes a handful of peanuts and shoves them in his mouth.]
Aaron: You need to promise me.
Brandon: I do! I promise you.
[Aaron looks at him and then they watch the match.]
Aaron: Are you nervous?
Brandon: Nervous?
Aaron: For Thursday.
Brandon: Oh. Yeah. A ton of shit to do before then, though. I've gotta win this title, man. I have to. I need to get all of the fucking people in the back to shut the fuck up with the 6 day reign thing. It's getting old.
Aaron: Trust me, I know.
Brandon: I just hate hearing about it. You see all of these guys who have month long title reigns and more and I caught a bad break and lost the title after six days. Like, I understand that it's funny. But after a couple of months? It's old.
Aaron: I hear ya.
[They pop along with the crowd after huge move and high five.]
Brandon: Oh shit! That was so cool...
[Aaron becomes quiet. He sighs heavily. He looks over at Brandon.]
Aaron: Dude, I have somethin to tell ya.
Brandon: What's up?
[Aaron takes another huge sigh.]
Aaron: I'm goin into thah service.
[Brandon stops and looks over at him.]
Brandon: What?
Aaron: Yeah... I know it's not thah best timin... But I'm leavin aftah Goldrush.
[Brandon is shocked.]
Brandon: What the fuck? Where did this come from?
Aaron: I'm just sick and tiahed of the same old shit, yuh know? I had shitty grades so I can't go to school again. I just, I need to do somethin constructive. My pop was a military man. I dunno. I think it's the right thing to do.
[Brandon sighs heavily.]
Brandon: And you're sure about this? No bull shit?
Aaron: No bull.
[Brandon sighs again and puts his head down.]
Aaron: I didn't know when to tell ya. I jus, I jus thought that you'd undahstand anywhea we ah.
[Brandon nods.]
Brandon: You know I support you. Right?
Aaron: Course!
[Brandon looks up and puts his hand out.]
Brandon: If you think you're doing the right thing... I guess I can't say anything more.
[Aaron grabs his hand and they nod and smile. They look back at the action with a little less enthusiasm than before.]
Aaron: Don't let this ruin ya night. Aftah, let's go get me a last couple a hunnies and we can get hammahed.
[Brandon laughs.]
Brandon: Yeah... Let's not worry until after Goldrush.
[Aaron nods.]
Scene 2:
[The scene opens up on Brandon Nytrus in a warehouse. Its dark, but it's light enough that you can see around you.]
Brandon: Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe I have a tendency to go over the edge. I "cross the line" too much. That's what got me my nickname. That's how I earned my nickname.
[He begins to walk around a bit and the camera cuts to a shot of him climbing up some stairs.]
Brandon: MPW is a place that not only allows you to cross the line, but it encourages it. And at Goldrush, that's exactly what's gonna happen.
As many of you know, since I made my return at Uprising a few weeks back, I've only wanted one thing. The Sin City Championship. I predicted myself stepping in the ring with Jackson Blaze and pinning him... 1... 2... 3... But now, I have to get in the ring with Chris Cable.
But not any ordinary ring.
[The lights turn on and show Brandon standing in a ring with a steel cage surrounding it.]
Brandon: But inside this. Two men will go to war. Two men will fight for their lives inside this small, 20x20 ring enclosed by 5 tons of unforgiving, relentless steel.
[Brandon walks up to the walls and grabs the steel and gives it a little shake.]
Brandon: To win, I need to climb out of the cage and land with two feet hitting the floor.
What a way to win a championship. What a way to keep the crowd on their feet. What a way to destroy Chris Cable until he's down to his last breath.
[It begins to pan the cage. The lights give the cage an ominous feeling.]
Brandon: For many years, wrestling has given kids like me a reason to get up and scream and cry and laugh. This time, it's again going to be who will be making you stand up and scream. This match will blow the roof off of the Bankers Life Field House.
[He takes a look around him and smiles at the cage surrounding him.]
Brandon: Chris, I'm going to say something to you now. And I hope you're listening here, pal...
The time for talk is over. The time for this nonsense, bullshit bad mouthing has come and gone. When we step into this cage at the end of the night, the person who leaves will be champion. This time, there's no fucking around. I'm ready to be at the top. I've been here for a whole year, as have you, and I have gained little to no title success. It's my time. This is the time for the Nytroholics and for my family to actually believe I made the right choice becoming a wrestler. Every single second I step in that ring, I lay it all out on the line. It's either win or go home. After Goldrush, the name Brandon Nytrus will be associated with the title. Not the title picture. Not the title loss. The champion. I'm fucking sick and tired of losing. I sick and tired of hearing, "At least you tried your bet, sonny." Or "Next time.". This is the time.
[His face is pulsing red as he stares deep into the camera.]
Brandon: Fuck match quality. Fuck rules. Fuck traditional fights. Fuck everything you think you'll get in a usual steel cage match. This will be the day that everyone will take a second look at The Hardcore Icon. This will be the day the birth of a legend takes place.
[He takes a breathe and looks up at the ceiling.]
Brandon: It's time to break the glass ceiling.
[He leaves the ring and the scene fades out to black.]
Scene 3:
[/b][/center][Brandon is on the back porch of his hotel room in Indianapolis. It's night time. It's quiet with the faint sound of the city in the background. He looks out to the lights. Breathing slowly. The Goo Goo Dolls' "Better Days" is playing from his speaker system. From inside, Nikki comes by the slider and opens it up.]
Nikki: Hi baby.
[Brandon smiles and looks back.]
Nikki: What are you doing out here? It's chilly.
Brandon: I need some time to think.
[She sits in the chair next to him.]
Nikki: Is everything okay?
Brandon: Yeah... Just a lot is happening. Tomorrow is Goldrush, Aaron is going into service, Dad is sick, and well, this guy is coming soon.
[He rubs her stomach which gets a little bit bigger each time we see it.]
Brandon: And, I don't know. A lot of stuff.
Nikki: Yeah, Aaron's timing wasn't the best on that one, huh?
[Nikki gets up and begins to give Brandon a back rub.]
Brandon: Yeah. He's never been the best with timing.
[He laughs.]
Brandon: This one time, we were getting ready to go out to the ring in CZW. When we were in the gorilla position, he told me seconds before our music was gonna hit, that the match was a number one contendership, hardcore match.
I was a little dumbfounded.
[Brandon reminisces for a second as "Clocks" by Coldplay plays on the speakers.]
Nikki: You know how you're gay?
Brandon: How?
Nikki: If you listen to Coldplay.
[She snickers to herself.]
Brandon: Hey, laugh all you want...
Nikki: Oh, I will.
Brandon: They've been my favorite since they came out. Don't judge. They're awesome.
Nikki: Yup...
[He smiles and laughs a bit.]
Nikki: Wait... How did you know the baby was a boy? ... We wanted it to be a surprise...
[Brandon's eyes widen extremely wide.]
Brandon: I, uh...
Nikki: You asked the doctor... Didn't you?
Brandon: I was so curious. Come on! You can't blame a guy!!
Nikki: Ugh! I can't believe you!!!
[She sits down and Brandon gets up and hugs her.]
Brandon: Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me, forgive me, forgive me, forgive me!!!
[She tries to shrug him off.]
Nikki: You're so annoying!
Brandon: But it's working!!
Nikki: No it is not!!
[He kisses her on the cheek once or twice.]
Nikki: Fine...
[He fist pumps the air.]
Brandon: Boom!
Nikki: You're lucky I'm in a good mood tonight.
Brandon: I know, I'm sure I'll hear about this tomorrow.
Nikki: Yup.
[They stop for a moment and Nikki is all pouty. Brandon laughs and then his phone rings.]
We need you.[/color]
Brandon: Oh shit... I need to go...
Nikki: What? It's 11:45!!
Brandon: It's for work... I love you, I'll uh, be back whenever I can.
[They kiss and Nikki looks sad as he leaves through the slider. She makes sure he's gone and then gets really excited and then takes out her phone and dials her friend from home. She smiles widely now.]
Nikki: It's a boy![/b]
