Post by brandonnytrus on Jul 31, 2012 12:29:08 GMT -5
Inside the Jamestown Civic Center in Jamestown, NV...the crowd is buzzing for the opening of the MPW house show. Though, not knowing what to expect, they were about to get something that really wouldn't brighten their day.
As the pyro finishes for the opening of the show, "Stricken" by Disturbed cuts the pop left from the crowd who are left screaming in excitement, but just to be followed up by a parade of vicious and nasty boos for the new comer, Brandon Nytrus.
The smoke and fireworks subside as 'The Hardcore Icon' enters. He stops in the middle of the stage to take a look at the people around him. He smiles and begins to strut down the ramp. He is wearing yet another custom Armani suit. This one, black with a red striped tie as apposed to the one Nytrus previously wore on his debut promo, which was gray with a sky blue tie.
As Nytrus then enters the ring, the crowd pops with boos, even louder then when he entered the arena.
Nytrus smiles and grabs a microphone from the IT guy at ringside. "Please silence yourselves." the Icon says out to MPW Nation. "Because the Hardcore Icon has something to say."
The crowd becomes louder than before, so Nytrus can't speak.
Brandon laughs. "Stupidity is truly you idiots' strong suit, isn't it?" he gives himself a good chuckle. "For the past couple of days I've been trying to see where I'm going in this company. Whether it'd be going to the MPW roster or being sent down to Step Up." Keep in mind, the crowd has not even began to calm down even a bit. "This, has been the question on everyone's mind. I know it. They want to know where the hottest commodity the wrestling world has to offer will end up." Nytrus gives himself a moment to let the crowd boo a little more.
"MPW Nation is letting their voices be heard!" Thomas Simon says with a little laugh and smile.
Nytrus isn't impressed. "Please, ladies and gentlemen," says Nytrus with a sarcastic smile, "If you're thinking this pointless booing is having any effect on me, you're greatly mistaken. You see, I've heard louder boos at a Wolfpack game at Nevada University."
The crowd pops with a huge eruption of boos. Deafening, in fact. But Nytrus just laughs.
"The even funnier thing is, is that this state doesn't even have professional sports...it's all college." Nytrus says with a huge outburst of laughter.
After a few moments of Nytrus' laughing and the crowds displeasure, Brandon calms himself down a bit, "All joking aside...I need to get back to my point...you see, I came out here tonight to announce that I will be taking my wrestling abilities to Step Up...though, I do not agree with the decision that MPW officials had made, I will be sure to make them realize my talents. And I will vow to you all right now..." Nytrus becomes very serious. His eyes go down to the floor. "I vow to become MPW World Heavyweight Champion. Maybe not this month. Or next month. But when I make it to the top ranks of MPW...all you'll see is me." Nytrus looks up. He looks all around the arena.
Bob Herman laughs a bit, "This guy is a bit crazy...don't you think?" he says with a smile.
Simon nods, "He seems dead set on being on the MPW roster and winning the World Heavyweight title!"
"I'm loving this!" Herman expresses, moving to the edge of his seat.
Nytrus looks around the arena still, watching every single person in the crowd boo and curse at him.
After a couple of moments, a small section of the crowd begins to chant 'You suck! You suck!'. It then becomes very contagious and spreads throughout the arena as the whole crowd chants it.
Brandon claps with a smile on his face. He drops the microphone and exits the ring.
As he walks up the ramp, he is scolded at by the people in the front row. But he pays no attention to them.
Once he gets to the top of the ramp, he halts, facing the curtain, back to the arena. He turns and looks out at the fans once more. He smiles and raises his arms up in the air with extreme confidence.
A final eruption of boos from a crowd that hasn't stopped since he entered, is where Nytrus exits the arena.
"I guess these people don't like Nytrus, huh?" Simon laughs.
Herman laughs as well, "You got that right!" he replies.
As the pyro finishes for the opening of the show, "Stricken" by Disturbed cuts the pop left from the crowd who are left screaming in excitement, but just to be followed up by a parade of vicious and nasty boos for the new comer, Brandon Nytrus.
The smoke and fireworks subside as 'The Hardcore Icon' enters. He stops in the middle of the stage to take a look at the people around him. He smiles and begins to strut down the ramp. He is wearing yet another custom Armani suit. This one, black with a red striped tie as apposed to the one Nytrus previously wore on his debut promo, which was gray with a sky blue tie.
As Nytrus then enters the ring, the crowd pops with boos, even louder then when he entered the arena.
Nytrus smiles and grabs a microphone from the IT guy at ringside. "Please silence yourselves." the Icon says out to MPW Nation. "Because the Hardcore Icon has something to say."
The crowd becomes louder than before, so Nytrus can't speak.
Brandon laughs. "Stupidity is truly you idiots' strong suit, isn't it?" he gives himself a good chuckle. "For the past couple of days I've been trying to see where I'm going in this company. Whether it'd be going to the MPW roster or being sent down to Step Up." Keep in mind, the crowd has not even began to calm down even a bit. "This, has been the question on everyone's mind. I know it. They want to know where the hottest commodity the wrestling world has to offer will end up." Nytrus gives himself a moment to let the crowd boo a little more.
"MPW Nation is letting their voices be heard!" Thomas Simon says with a little laugh and smile.
Nytrus isn't impressed. "Please, ladies and gentlemen," says Nytrus with a sarcastic smile, "If you're thinking this pointless booing is having any effect on me, you're greatly mistaken. You see, I've heard louder boos at a Wolfpack game at Nevada University."
The crowd pops with a huge eruption of boos. Deafening, in fact. But Nytrus just laughs.
"The even funnier thing is, is that this state doesn't even have professional sports...it's all college." Nytrus says with a huge outburst of laughter.
After a few moments of Nytrus' laughing and the crowds displeasure, Brandon calms himself down a bit, "All joking aside...I need to get back to my point...you see, I came out here tonight to announce that I will be taking my wrestling abilities to Step Up...though, I do not agree with the decision that MPW officials had made, I will be sure to make them realize my talents. And I will vow to you all right now..." Nytrus becomes very serious. His eyes go down to the floor. "I vow to become MPW World Heavyweight Champion. Maybe not this month. Or next month. But when I make it to the top ranks of MPW...all you'll see is me." Nytrus looks up. He looks all around the arena.
Bob Herman laughs a bit, "This guy is a bit crazy...don't you think?" he says with a smile.
Simon nods, "He seems dead set on being on the MPW roster and winning the World Heavyweight title!"
"I'm loving this!" Herman expresses, moving to the edge of his seat.
Nytrus looks around the arena still, watching every single person in the crowd boo and curse at him.
After a couple of moments, a small section of the crowd begins to chant 'You suck! You suck!'. It then becomes very contagious and spreads throughout the arena as the whole crowd chants it.
Brandon claps with a smile on his face. He drops the microphone and exits the ring.
As he walks up the ramp, he is scolded at by the people in the front row. But he pays no attention to them.
Once he gets to the top of the ramp, he halts, facing the curtain, back to the arena. He turns and looks out at the fans once more. He smiles and raises his arms up in the air with extreme confidence.
A final eruption of boos from a crowd that hasn't stopped since he entered, is where Nytrus exits the arena.
"I guess these people don't like Nytrus, huh?" Simon laughs.
Herman laughs as well, "You got that right!" he replies.
