Post by brandonnytrus on Aug 27, 2012 22:07:39 GMT -5
Great Falls, Montana
Four Seasons Arena
8:34 PM, August 25th, 2012
As the arena dies down with the haze of smoke, left over from some fireworks, floats around the arena, the crowd erupts in an uproar of boos as 'Stricken' by Disturbed plays and 'The Hardcore Icon', Brandon Nytrus, makes his way through the curtain and on the stage in his trunks, pads, boots and a custom t-shirt.
Slowly wandering into sight, he stands on the stage looking out to the arena, seeing the people boo him. He looks down to the ring and begins to waltz to the ring. The crowd, like always, doesn't die down at all as the boos make the arena deafening. He halts himself at the end of the ramp and looks around at the people in the arena. He then slides into the ring and makes his way to a turnbuckle, raises up and opens his eyes, yet again, looks out to the arena and watches the people.
He hops down from the ropes and asks for a microphone. As the man at ringside gives a microphone, he asks for something from the back, gesturing for someone to come out.
All of a sudden, a couple IT men come through the curtain holding a column of some sort. There's a black cloth over it, hiding whatever's inside. The column is gold and there seems to be a box or something under the cloth.
The music dies down as the column makes it's place in the center of the ring.
Nytrus circles around the column with a smile on his face, patting the microphone.
The music dies down and the boos continue on. Brandon Nytrus pays no attention and stands beside the column.
"This..." he begins with his head down, turned towards the box, "This is something that defines my career...this is something that has made me known as 'The Hardcore Icon'...'The Duke of Xtreme'...this right here...this is my crown." he looks up at the arena once more and walks behind the item.
He glances down at the black cloth and chuckles and looks right back up at the booing audience. "What this is, ladies and gentlemen... he stops for another second and grabs the cloth and anticipates his own action.
He raises the cloth and it displays a championship inside what looks like a glass case. It reads 'UCE' at the top in big red blood-like letters. Underneath is another set of letters in the same font, that reads 'HellRaiser Champion'. In the name plate, below the designs of chairs, tables, ladders, & etc, it says 'Brandon Nytrus'. The white strap looks almost spray painted, as some black is showing through the shade of white. The strap is followed up by designs of barbed wire on it in black.
"This, is the Universal Carnage Enterprises HellRaiser Championship of the world. Which I won in the first and last title match for this certain championship back in July. I am, and forever will be known as the first and last UCE HellRaiser Champion. Now, your minuscule brains are probably wondering why I'm coming out here and showing you. Well, this is just a reminder of what I am. And now, Primal has to go one on one with me. The two top men in the tournament for the Step Up Championship, going toe to toe. Now, this match won't be like my match against Chicken...it will be a standard match. But, this will be epic. I'm not out here to say the same old stuff about how 'he has no chance.' How, 'he is going up against the best'...I know he's got a chance. He can beat me. But it will not be easy. You will have to kill me to take this opportunity away from me. Primal, you will find that 'The Hardcore Icon' is never easy to defeat. You better be ready."
The crowd has lost interest in most of what Nytrus has said. But he just laughs.
"You people make me sick..." he looks around and focuses on a man in the front row. He smiles. "I made myself famous on Twitter for this...so let's see if this grabs you people's attention..."
He hops out of the ring and goes to the man he focused on at ringside. He gets in his face. He's wearing a classic ECW shirt, jeans and a backwards Vikings hat. He's about 25, and has a huge smile on his face.
"Hm, I saw you right when I got in the ring. Wearing your ECW shirt? Thinking you were actually a fan? Please. You probably didn't know what ECW stood for until you got that shirt two weeks ago. I lived that. My whole childhood was ECW. Growing up with my father living it every day of his life. Still to this day, feeling effects. I can't even describe the amount of his money he got from that place that was spent on medical bills because of all of the broken bones, torn muscles...you have no idea. You should be ashamed to call yourself a fan."
The kid laughs and tries to talk into the microphone, but Nytrus pulls it away.
He gets closer to the man and looks in his eyes and raises the microphone to his own face.
"How dare you try to say something when I'm not done speaking. Now, I suggest you walk your stupid little ass up those stairs, spend a reasonable $8.95 on a new Brandon Nytrus shirt, take that ECW shirt off, come back, give it to me, and continue on living your lousy life of fake commitments and watching ECW matches on YouTube you worthless piece of trash."
Nytrus pulls the mic away from his face and slaps the bad mouthing the man in the front row. He shrugs and mouths 'oops' to the camera. Then, he rolls in the ring. He looks around the arena once inside and smiles as he finally has their attention.
"Primal? This week on Step Up? Good luck."
Nytrus takes the title out of the glass casing and throws it over his shoulder. He exits through the second rope as 'Stricken' plays once more from the chorus as 'The Hardcore Icon' leaves up the ramp and through the curtain as the crowd boos and then awaits the next sort of entertainment coming next in this MPW House Show.
[/b][/center]Four Seasons Arena
8:34 PM, August 25th, 2012
As the arena dies down with the haze of smoke, left over from some fireworks, floats around the arena, the crowd erupts in an uproar of boos as 'Stricken' by Disturbed plays and 'The Hardcore Icon', Brandon Nytrus, makes his way through the curtain and on the stage in his trunks, pads, boots and a custom t-shirt.
Slowly wandering into sight, he stands on the stage looking out to the arena, seeing the people boo him. He looks down to the ring and begins to waltz to the ring. The crowd, like always, doesn't die down at all as the boos make the arena deafening. He halts himself at the end of the ramp and looks around at the people in the arena. He then slides into the ring and makes his way to a turnbuckle, raises up and opens his eyes, yet again, looks out to the arena and watches the people.
He hops down from the ropes and asks for a microphone. As the man at ringside gives a microphone, he asks for something from the back, gesturing for someone to come out.
All of a sudden, a couple IT men come through the curtain holding a column of some sort. There's a black cloth over it, hiding whatever's inside. The column is gold and there seems to be a box or something under the cloth.
The music dies down as the column makes it's place in the center of the ring.
Nytrus circles around the column with a smile on his face, patting the microphone.
The music dies down and the boos continue on. Brandon Nytrus pays no attention and stands beside the column.
"This..." he begins with his head down, turned towards the box, "This is something that defines my career...this is something that has made me known as 'The Hardcore Icon'...'The Duke of Xtreme'...this right here...this is my crown." he looks up at the arena once more and walks behind the item.
He glances down at the black cloth and chuckles and looks right back up at the booing audience. "What this is, ladies and gentlemen... he stops for another second and grabs the cloth and anticipates his own action.
He raises the cloth and it displays a championship inside what looks like a glass case. It reads 'UCE' at the top in big red blood-like letters. Underneath is another set of letters in the same font, that reads 'HellRaiser Champion'. In the name plate, below the designs of chairs, tables, ladders, & etc, it says 'Brandon Nytrus'. The white strap looks almost spray painted, as some black is showing through the shade of white. The strap is followed up by designs of barbed wire on it in black.
"This, is the Universal Carnage Enterprises HellRaiser Championship of the world. Which I won in the first and last title match for this certain championship back in July. I am, and forever will be known as the first and last UCE HellRaiser Champion. Now, your minuscule brains are probably wondering why I'm coming out here and showing you. Well, this is just a reminder of what I am. And now, Primal has to go one on one with me. The two top men in the tournament for the Step Up Championship, going toe to toe. Now, this match won't be like my match against Chicken...it will be a standard match. But, this will be epic. I'm not out here to say the same old stuff about how 'he has no chance.' How, 'he is going up against the best'...I know he's got a chance. He can beat me. But it will not be easy. You will have to kill me to take this opportunity away from me. Primal, you will find that 'The Hardcore Icon' is never easy to defeat. You better be ready."
The crowd has lost interest in most of what Nytrus has said. But he just laughs.
"You people make me sick..." he looks around and focuses on a man in the front row. He smiles. "I made myself famous on Twitter for this...so let's see if this grabs you people's attention..."
He hops out of the ring and goes to the man he focused on at ringside. He gets in his face. He's wearing a classic ECW shirt, jeans and a backwards Vikings hat. He's about 25, and has a huge smile on his face.
"Hm, I saw you right when I got in the ring. Wearing your ECW shirt? Thinking you were actually a fan? Please. You probably didn't know what ECW stood for until you got that shirt two weeks ago. I lived that. My whole childhood was ECW. Growing up with my father living it every day of his life. Still to this day, feeling effects. I can't even describe the amount of his money he got from that place that was spent on medical bills because of all of the broken bones, torn muscles...you have no idea. You should be ashamed to call yourself a fan."
The kid laughs and tries to talk into the microphone, but Nytrus pulls it away.
He gets closer to the man and looks in his eyes and raises the microphone to his own face.
"How dare you try to say something when I'm not done speaking. Now, I suggest you walk your stupid little ass up those stairs, spend a reasonable $8.95 on a new Brandon Nytrus shirt, take that ECW shirt off, come back, give it to me, and continue on living your lousy life of fake commitments and watching ECW matches on YouTube you worthless piece of trash."
Nytrus pulls the mic away from his face and slaps the bad mouthing the man in the front row. He shrugs and mouths 'oops' to the camera. Then, he rolls in the ring. He looks around the arena once inside and smiles as he finally has their attention.
"Primal? This week on Step Up? Good luck."
Nytrus takes the title out of the glass casing and throws it over his shoulder. He exits through the second rope as 'Stricken' plays once more from the chorus as 'The Hardcore Icon' leaves up the ramp and through the curtain as the crowd boos and then awaits the next sort of entertainment coming next in this MPW House Show.
