New York Nightmare-the new reason to stay awake.

The New York Nightmare takes a 'stab' at tourney/Passion title.
The casket has been lowered. The shovels have been put away. The widow ceases her weeping.
With a grin cold enough to make even death himself shiver, the New York Nightmare (Brian 'murder' Muldrew) removes the Passion title from the league's cold dead fingers.
Question: What animal moves like a Panther, posseses the quickness of a Humming Bird, strength of a Grizzly, and cunning of Spider Monkey?
Answer: Trick Question-only a Machine can posses these qualities; a machine by the name of the New York Nightmare.
The New York Nightmare (Brian 'murder' Muldrew) shocked players and onlookers as he completely dominated the Star City Serpent's "Bachlore Memorial Tournament" earlier this month. Though NYN's prior comments and descriptions of Passion players bordered on slanderous, they proved, however, to be true as NYN hoisted the Passion of the Stripes Trophy high above his head after the dust settled.
Ironicaly enough, the first player to fall victim to NYN's Wilson-made broadsword was the current Passion title holder and overall Grand Champion Tennismachine (moore). Tennismachine, though rusty due to a hampering wrist injury (or what other league members quipped as a 'Ovarian Problem'), still remained an ever present threat going into this preliminary round of play. A God-fearing viewpoint from the stands could easily suggest this matchup to have the visual components of a literal David and Goliath setting as NYN easily towered/powered over the small but understated tennismachine. Unfortunately for 'machine, instead of providing an arsenal of stones for this epic battle, the stream offered what seemed to be the weaponry of a child's party clown as the end result was both pointless and dull.
NYN made quick work of tennismachine, keeping 'machine from scoring a solitary point until seconds before the match's conclusion. NYN stepped clear of the lines winning 6-1 in this 1-set-a-pall-ooza while awaiting the result of the StarCitySerpent/SkullCrusher Matchup.
Perhaps it was being on his 'own turf', or his final spirit of freedom fleeting away with the weekend's coming activities that drove the StarCitySerpent on that day. Despite his reasonings, the StarCitySerpent made quick work of the Skullcrusher(Kerchner), beating him to 6 in the blink of an eye.
Fault cannot automatically be atributed to Skullcrusher on this day as he faced any number of distractions: 1) The thought of unmercifully beating StarCitySerpent days prior to his wedding day 2) Attempting perfection under the curious eyes of passing coeds 3) Mental fatigue suffered from the somewhat constant persistance of his Mother's phonecalls during gameplay (which Skullcrusher answered further delaying defeat). Whatever the reasoning, Skullcrusher seemed to leave his 'A' game on the coast while remembering to pack more than enough 'C' game for the weekend's tournament.
The Second round saw a similar scenario to the first as both tennismachine and skullcrusher fell beneath the power and prestige of NYN and the starcityserpent. Though tennismachine's stand and victory against starcityserpent seemed eminant, the serpent turned a 5-3 defacit around to claim victory over tennismachine 7-5 in what tennismachine claimed to be 'his biggest failure next to his Jr. Prom date'.
The stage was set. This match boasted more onstage electricity than Gibson/Streep in Hamlet, but unlike the film production's hard to follow dialogue, this matchup featured plot line anyone could understand: PAIN.
Like the moment before a car crash or the milisecond after a gunshot, the match was underway. Both champions, showing no signs of fatigue or failure, played their perspective matches like Greek gods in the heat of combat. Starcityserpent's playing style bordered on aggressive as he routinely rushed the net like a buffalo on a settler. The New York Nightmare, like a true gentleman in the field, took quickly to the serpent's advances by countering with a playing style remnant to that of a 18th century swordsman fighting for his lady's honor.
The true demenaor and stamina of the brash, yet youthful starcityserpent became quickly evident as the NYN parried his advances while striking critical blows to the starcityserpent's pipe dreams.
As the match neared its conclusion, the New York Nightmare, as a symbol of his honor yet blatent disrespect for the starcityserpent's frail attempt at victory, sent the "yellowdart" painfully within the lines of starcityserpent's court bringing the cold shiver of death onto the match. Like George Michael's sexual advances in a restroom...the dream was over.
The tournament's closing ceremonies saw one final display of NYN's granduer as starcityserpent bowed down beneath the power of a foe he could not overcome. NYN, scoffing downward at the prostrate starcityserpent, gave a final glance of 'this one's for your wife' as he raised the Passion trophy like a sacrifice to Apollo. He is THE best.
The New York Nightmare claimed supremacy long before the Tourney began, but like cries for evacuation, his words fell on deaf ears. Some say he's the best in the game. Others claim he is a myth or legend. As for starcityserpent, skullcrusher, and tennismachine...he is the figment in the darkness, the beast beneath floorboards, he is the Nightmare.