Plotting

[brandonnytrus]

September 30th, 2012
Brandon Nytrus' Locker Room
8:46 AM

RING, RING

Brandon opens his eyes at the sound of his phone. He becomes aware of his surroundings. He's in his locker room backstage from last night's MPW House Show. His exhaustion lead to him falling asleep on his leather jacket on a raggedy old sofa in his locker room.

The phone call is from Nikki. The phone rings twice before Brandon conjures up the energy to pick it up.

Brandon: Mmm, hello?

Nikki: Brandon? Where are you? You didn't come home last night... Why not? Where did you go?

Brandon: I'm still at the arena... Sorry, baby. I guess I just fell asleep.

Nikki: It's okay... Just being nervous.

Brandon: Okay. I'll be home in a little bit. I'll see you then. Okay, bye.

Brandon hangs up and sits up. He wipes his eyes and looks around. He stands up from the couch and picks up his jacket. He hears the sound of one of the waxing machines from outside the door. He opens up and walks out.

Janitor: Heyllo.

The janitor is a Hispanic man in his mid 50s. He waves to Brandon who waves back. Brandon walks back to his car and gets in. He starts it and drives out.

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When Brandon arrives home, Nikki is sitting on the couch watching the WTN, looking up news and updates from around the Wrestling world. She says hello and kisses him on the cheek. She opens up the laptop and shows him the email sent about him facing the new comer, Michael Marino.

Brandon: Are you kidding? They're making me be the guinea pig? I have to face HIM?

Nikki: Hey, we can take this as an easy win then, right? Don't be so down on yourself. It's totally fine.

Brandon: Ugh, I guess you're right.

Nikki: Of course I'm right. Now, come sit with me.

The two sit on the couch and watch some TV.

Brandon: I still don't understand why I'm the first on the card... It makes no sense to me... I mean, if you go on the mini site of TNT it's me! And the fact that I'm placed so low on the card is ridiculous... I should be main eventing every single week... Bull shit.[/i]

Nikki: I know, I know. It's okay!

She cuddles up next to him. Rubbing his arm as he becomes bitter about his placement on the new card.

Brandon: You know what, I'm going to mess him up. I'm going to destroy him. He'll get the worst first impression ever. I'm excited.

Brandon smiles and continues to think about how he'll beat his opponent this coming Thursday.