□■■The Cursed■■□

THE CURSED

□■■The Monologue■■□
Death-Angel, let me ask you something. Do you even remember how or when our rivalry began? Because, although it was so long ago, I do. I remember it as if it happened yesterday, in extreme and graphic detail. I can recall practically everything the two of us have been through, off the top of my head.

I ask you this question, because you’re known for the things you’ve done to me. I’m not special in your games, well, I wasn’t special in your games at the time. When you targeted me, when you cursed me, it was just like anyone else you had targeted or cursed. The only thing that made me special, was my ability to dish it out, better than I could take it.

An advantage I still have to this day.

As you may have guessed, just from knowing me, this was a rhetorical question. I know for a fact that Death-Angel remembers very well what the two of us have been through. He even proved it by trying to use myself against me this week.

Our rivalry began from the second we entered the same company. From the start we were enemies, only at first, we were enemies because we represented different brands. I was the face of Direct Hit, the man many predicted with good reason, to be the future of the NLWF. You were a stooge in Havoc’s Asylum.

You claim though that you were only a member so that you could destroy it from the inside, and I believe you. It wasn’t until I was traded to Legacy though, that our rivalry truly began. You were one of my first major matches on Legacy.

We battled in the backyard of my mansion, inside of a steel cage for the Global Annihilation Championship, the belt that would eventually become the No Limit Wrestling Federation Championship. It was in that cage match that Havoc and Justin Kash would help you defeat me by escaping the cage.

I went on to destroy Havoc, but you always managed to escape my wrath. Someone finding ways out of death, ways out of the beatings I put on you. You even aligned yourself with my girlfriend from my life before the NLWF.

Remember that?

Remember Sara Elizabeth?

I do. I still have nightmares about her. She was so influential in my life, and I ruined hers. I let bad people, make me a bad person, but that’s only an excuse for the evil I contributed to my creation. If it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t have attained anything in my life.

If it wasn’t for me, she wouldn’t be dead now.

Just the thought makes my heart hurt. I get choked up talking about it, but because of you, I can’t help but think about it nonstop, practically every waking moment of every day. It’s the one think I wont ever be able to forgive myself for!

I associate you with her, because of the curse!

It’ll never be broken. I’ve come to that realization finally. I will forever be cursed and I’ve come to terms with that. I deserve the curse. I am an evil man. I have done evil things. But I also know that I am a good man. That I have done wonderful and amazing things as well.



I’ve been called two face, but now I feel as though I’ve found a balance within myself. I know that I can never take back the things I’ve done. I know that I am cursed because of those things, and that whatever happens, happens for that reason and has happened for that reason.

If you kill me inside The End Game, so be it. If I finally defeat you and move a step closer to redemption, so be it. I am ready for whatever the curse brings me, knowing that either way I’ll be one step closer to one or the other.

I have become one, with the curse and I accept whatever it puts in front of me, with open arms.

Do you know why that is?

Because I’m not afraid of the curse anymore.

I am the cursed.

Today I’m going to tell you the story of my first day as the cursed.

Enjoy..

□■■The Story■■□
I was on top of the world. I had taken over the Legacy brand in the NLWF, and during my one month reign I had destroyed Direct Hit in the ratings. I had a following like no other, die hard fans who made me feel invincible. Everyone had just people my evil from Direct Hit, from Salvation on the backburner, as I was living up to the prophecy we foretold.

We were coming up on our first head to head pay per view against the Direct Hit brand, Simple Survival, although, as a man once said, “Survival ain’t so simple.” I was the World Champion for two months already, set to defend the title against five of the toughest challengers that I could be against, inside the Chamber of Doom.

It was the last Legacy before the pay per view. And the main event was a six man tag team match that had Death-Angel and I leading our teams. The match ended in pure chaos, as I became so infatuated with hurting Death-Angel that we were counted out. We fought up the ramp and then backstage.

Not knowing that Death-Angel always has a plan, he lead me right into a trap, leading me out into the parking lot. I was blasting him with huge shots, until a car backed up into me, sending me crashing through the back windshield.

The massive Death-Angel pulled me out with ease, I could feel glass and blood falling from my back as he did. He lifted me over his head and tossed me down onto the parking lot cement, knocking the wind out of me. I gasped for air laying on my back, looking up at the monster.

He lifted his foot to stomp me to the face and I believed I was a dead man. I figured it would smash my head like a grape under his massive boot, but before he could, I heard the car door slam shut. I continued to stare up at the boot hovering over my face, then watched as it was retracted.

I could hear the familiar voice of a woman as I stared up at the angry, snarling face of Death-Angel. Suddenly, another person came into view, blocking out the parking lot lights, putting the person in a shadow. I tried my best to see her face, so I could match the voice with who I believed it was.

“Brenton…”

It was her, I knew it. She said my name like no one else, with more love in just saying my name, than anything, anyone else had ever said to me. She dropped down, getting closer to me on the ground, until I could finally see her face.

“YOU ARE THE CURSED!”

Her sweet and innocent voice had become demonic, and her face wasn’t the way I remembered it. She looked psychotic, crazed, and my eyes grew wide as my heart raced. I was afraid. Had I done this to her? Before I could do anything, she spit a blood red mist into my face, into my eyes, blinding me.

I thought they would finish me off while they had the chance, knowing I would go after them, knowing I would stop at nothing for revenge. But nothing happened. I laid, breathless, blinded, with a fierce ringing in my ears.

“Cursed… Cursed… Cursed…”

With each beat of my heart,

“Cursed… Cursed… Cursed…”

Finally I was grabbed and I figured I would be taken to my doom.

“Brenton are you alright? We‘re here to help you.”

They took me to the medical station and cleaned me up. The stitched up my forehead which had a cut on it that would be continuously reopened each week. People asked me what happened, but I couldn’t explain it. All I could tell them was that it was Death-Angel playing mind games.

We were in Vegas for the show, so I decided to fly home, take my mind off of things. I figured it would be best to take a break before the huge pay per view event. I made it home, but not without the worst headache I had ever had. I rolled up to the mansion in my Hummer and parked outside, in front of the garage.

I got out and opened the back door, grabbing my bags and the World Heavyweight Championship. I smiled for the first time that day as I looked at it. I touched my name on the nameplate with my thumb, then tossed it over my left shoulder, that way it would cover my heart.

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
As long as I’m World Heavyweight Champion, I’m not cursed.

I walked over and entered the mansion, dropping my bags on the ground as I entered. My head rushed, sending a shooting pain throughout my entire body. I almost collapsed, but was able to lean against the nearby entryway wall.

Winston Chucktholimule
Sir, are you alright?

Winston was my butler and one of my best friends. His actual name was Winston Bartholimule, however after my falling out with Chuck Matthews, I decided to call him Chucktholimule instead. He was such a loyal butler he went and had his name legally changed.

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Yes Chucktholimule, I’ll be alright. It was a rough show.

Winston Chucktholimule
When isn’t it a rough show, sir?

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
You got me! Although this one was rougher than usual. Not only that, but something.. Something strange happened and I’m not sure how to handle it.

Winston Chucktholimule
Sir, you know I’m always here to lend an ear and offer my advise, however I feel as though you may want to tell me later.

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Why is that Chucktholimule?

Winston Chucktholimule
Because sir, I am an old man who is your butler, while there is a beautiful young lady in the kitchen, waiting very patiently to see you.

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Is that a fact? Wait…

I feared Sara Elizabeth had found my home. Would she be waiting for me in the kitchen?

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Who?

Winston Chucktholimule
A Ms. Megan O’Day.

For the second time that day, I smiled. We had been dating for a month, but I was already in love with her. It was love at first sight, from the moment I saw her. She welcomed me to Legacy and made me feel at home. We traveled to shows together. We had become such great friends, and were starting to become so much more.

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
You know me so well, I’ll tell you everything that happened later.

Winston Chucktholimule
I look forward to it sir, go get your girl, I’ll bring your bag upstairs.

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Thank you Winston, you’re the best friend a guy could ask for.

He bowed his head and walked upstairs, carrying my bag away. If I had only known. I walked down the hall and entered the kitchen, the World Heavyweight Championship still on my shoulder. There she was, looking as beautiful as ever.

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
You beat me here!

She looked at me, her face lighting up with excitement.

Megan O’Day
Did you walk? I looked for you after the show and couldn’t get a hold of you. I called like, so many times!

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
I never checked my phone..

Megan O’Day
What happened to you?

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Long story..

Megan O’Day
Talk to me about it.

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
I would really rather not..

She got off of the counter, where she was seated, then walked over to me and kissed me.

Megan O’Day
Fine, lets not talk, lets do something else.

She kissed me again.

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
What do you have in mind?

She kissed me again, this one the most passionate of all. I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around me, still kissing me.

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
Wait.. How did you know I would come home?

Megan O’Day
Well, we were in Vegas so it seemed obvious you would come home. Plus if you didn’t come home, my family doesn’t live too far away, I would have just went there.

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
If it was obvious to you that I would come here, that means it would be obvious to anyone…

Megan O’Day
….Gee, thanks…

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
I’m just saying… We may be in trouble.

Megan released her legs from around me and dropped down to the ground. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone as it began to vibrate. I looked at the screen and read the most recent message received.

[To: Brenton Cyrus]
[From: Unknown]
[Tonight you die!]

Before I could say anything or do anything, explosions began to go off throughout the house.



Media was quick to the scene. Apparently one of the neighbors called the police, then pulled out their video camera to record everything. Inside the house, an explosion went off nearby in the living room, blocking one of our exits. Smoked filled the house almost instantly, so much that I could hardly see Megan O’Day where she was standing in front of me.

Megan O’Day
BRENTON I’M SCARED!

□■■Brenton Cyrus■■□
GIVE ME YOUR HAND!

Through the smoke she reached out to me and I grabbed her hand, pulling her towards me. A beam from the upstairs crashed down where she was standing. We stare at it, then at each other. I lift her in my arms and carry her out of the kitchen. I cough as smoke fills my lungs, but I don’t stop, I had to make sure she was safe. I looked at Megan in my arms and I could tell she was starting to fade. We made it into the hall, but in front of us the flames blocked the front door. I ran with her in my arms, through the fire. It began to burn me, but I knew I couldn’t stop. I could feel my pants being burned into my legs and my shirt catching fire from the back. I jumped as soon as it got too much to handle and I turned my shoulder down, smashing through the front doors. I stumbled out of the house with Megan in my arms, then dropped her down onto the grass as I tucked and rolled forward. I laid on my stomach, then pushed up slowly, looking ahead.



…To Be Concluded…


□■■The Match■■□
That is how the curse begun. Since that day I have battled the curse, I have been destroyed by the curse, it has dictated my entire being. This match is the most important thing in my life right now. I find failure doesn’t come when you live life of single mind. It was how I handled myself back then and it is how I will handle myself here now.

I have one focus and once I have done what I need to do, I will focus on what’s next. Right now my one focus is defeating Death-Angel, not beating him, not winning a match, but defeating him and ending this rivalry once and for all.

I believe that is exactly what will happen at Battle Grounds. I believe I will stand inside The End Game with my hand raised at the end of the night, the same way I ended Fallout with my hands raised at the end of the night.

I finish shows. I am the main event! The featured attraction! What you all came to see, whether it’s to cheer me on or boo when I dominate. I will once again revolutionize this industry and those who align themselves with me, will follow my lead in revolutionizing this industry.

It’s time we changed the business back into what it once was. It’s time we brought the business back into the golden era, where nonstop, from start to finish, you feel as if you’re on a rollercoaster ride of excitement and entertainment.

That’s what I bring to the table. That’s why I am respected the way that I am. That’s why I debut in main events, while others have to find their place in the company. I don’t have to find my place, because my place is cemented in stone. All I can do is show you what I do and what I have done to attain this place. All I can do is offer my infinite wisdom to those who believe in me, and help them improve to a level where I can believe in them.

I aim to inspire. To clear the way for those who wish to choose their place, instead of having a spot handed to them, or chosen for them. We are not a part of the company. We are the company. We do not work for the company, the company works for us.

I do whatever I want, for me. Everything that I do now, is in my best interest first, before I consider anything else, any other factors.

In doing this, I assure the best Brenton Cyrus you’ll ever witness. When you get the best of Brenton Cyrus, everything becomes greater, because everything I touch turns to gold. When I am overflowing, those around me get to take in my overflow and use it for themselves.

It’s times when I was miserable, times when I wasn’t looking after my best interest first, that the overflow stopped. I had nothing for no one, not even me. That’s when I realized, when I wasn’t overflowing, no one gave a damn about me. It was only me at my best that people cared about. Once I had fallen, once I needed a hand, no one offered me one. Suddenly it was like everything I had done, no longer mattered.

I gave selflessly, when I was selfish, and everything and everyone around me was perfect. I then tried to take for myself, for other people, and everything and everyone around me fell apart. I may not have figured out the curse completely, may not have got it down totally, but I believe what I know about it, is enough for me to live with it.

Brenton Cyrus is back.

The man, the myth, the legend!

Battle Grounds will provide all the proof anyone needs of that!