Post by brandonnytrus on Aug 25, 2013 1:47:25 GMT -5
Scene 1:
[We open scene on a dark room filled with a haze. In the center of the room we see a silhouette of a man smoking a cigarette. The haze is obviously the smoke elevating from the butt. The camera zooms through to show Brandon Nytrus on a couch hunched over a coffee table. He's in a t-shirt and some gym shorts. He's on the phone with someone.]
Brandon: No... I told you, there's no way I can help.
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Brandon: Because it's fucking complicated, okay? There's no chance that it would end up looking right. I need to stick to where I'm at right now.
Plus, I have way too much on mind this week to begin with. Nikki is going for another doctor's appointment with that god damned doctor who always looks at her in that way...
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Brandon: No I'm not fucking jealous. It just pisses me off.
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Brandon: I know she'd never leave me for that creep. He's just kind of a douche.
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Brandon: Let me call you later. I can't talk about this right now. I have stuff to handle.
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Brandon: Bye.
[The phone clicks and he takes another puff. He coughs roughly and walks over to the window and opens it up to let all of the smoke out. He looks over to the camera and laughs as some smoke leaves his mouth. He puts it out in the ash tray and sits back down on the couch that he was at before.]
Brandon: I promised Nikki I would quit. Hell, I promised myself I'd quit. And look where that gets me.
[He lets out a soft chuckle as he gets himself comfortable.]
Brandon: I guess I'm just stressed. I mean, you heard me before, I have a ton of stuff going on right now. Between the baby, and my job, and Trey Baxter's monkey ass breathing down my social-media neck everywhere I go, and this match I have this week... It's been kind of crazy.
But, I'm more mature than to just let in to the pressure. It's my life. And I live the dream every day of it. At 24, I have achieved almost everything that guys like Hulk Hogan and Ric Flair and Shawn Michaels wanted to accomplish in their entire careers. But that's no disrespect to them. I was just in the right places at the right times.
[The lights of LA light the dark apartment from the window to his right. There are a couple car horns in the background. From the couch, he looks out the window and smiles.]
Brandon: I love how sugar-coated this city is. When you think of this place, you think of Hollywood. Beverly Hills. The rich neighborhoods and famous plastics walking down every block. Then you get here and it's no better then New York City. Though, no one should listen to my opinions on cities. I love Boston more than anything.
[He rolls his eyes at himself and sighs out loudly.]
Brandon: You know, it's kind of like my opponent this week. Look at that segue!
[He laughs at himself.]
Brandon: The Night Terrors are so sugar-coated. No disrespect, they're good, but not as good as they think they are. All teams have their weaknesses. Even The Resistance has their weaknesses. And since both pieces of this team are in action this week, it's going to be interesting to see who is the weakest.
Lets not forget that this match is going to be the biggest match ever. Not in quality or importance, but by sheer power and size. Two seven foot beasts going toe to toe. I used to pride myself on being the lone beast in MPW. But, now I am being challenged that right. Clay doesn't have the advantage in height. But in power, he may have me. I've been in the ring with the man. He's an animal. He knows how to kick some ass. Unfortunately for him, so do I. And I intend to showcase this ability on Sunday.
Do I think I'm going to win? To tell the truth, I never really enter a fight thinking I'm going to win or lose. I go in and try my best to put on a show. The only real times I know for sure I'm going to win is when I truly think I need to win. Like championship matches. Or matches where I need to end something for good. This match?
[He shakes his head with a smile.]
Brandon: I'm just going for a match that will excite the audience and of course, put some money in my pocket. Because, come on, we all need some of that.
[He sits back in the couch and looks up to the fan. The haze has completely faded out of the room at this point. The room is dull. Nothing on the walls but some faded out wallpaper. There are three doors. One to the hall, one to the bathroom and the other to the bedroom. Brandon looks around the room for a moment and laughs.]
Brandon: So sugar-coated.
[The scene fades out as Brandon turns on the low-def TV.]
