<![CDATA[G-2 Forums v3.0 - All Forums]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/ Wed, 10 Mar 2010 17:00:28 -0700 MyBB <![CDATA[Another feedback thread]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=934 Tue, 09 Mar 2010 13:23:19 -0700 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=934
Much thanks,
Jacob]]>
Much thanks,
Jacob]]> <![CDATA[cold day]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=933 Tue, 09 Mar 2010 12:32:24 -0700 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=933
Styles: I sit here as a fallen man. I realise that I have not been myself. See I have one plan. One goal. Right now. I didn‘t speak last week due to that I didn‘t want to get your hopes up on me getting a shot in the gauntlet. Why would I want that if the real prize is respect. At the moment…..Fnord has not show me any.

Styles lefts his head towands the camera. He has his face painted with the colours red and black.

Styles: Since the many attacks from Fnord. I have put my title dream to one side for now. I have agree on this match for one reason. To prove for once and for all that I am better then Fnord. This has my match, this has my name on it. Think about Fnord!!! This is a extreme match!
Anything and everything will happen in this, I could bring my friend to the game. Mr. Ladder! What will happen that night. Blood! Tears and Pain.

I can sit here and stay that I am not the infected one? You are!! Your drive to become something great, something bad and nasty will not beat my drive to win. I have been in these match before and I can say that I have not won them all but I have got the respect for doing it.

Styles grabs the collar and adjusts it to fit as the camera zooms out.

Styles: You may be back. May be better then before but one thing never changes Fnord! That I don‘t know when to stop, when to give up and when to say NO!!!
We were team mates, had a great run but that ended because of you. Because you was hopping to use me and West for to get the spotlight. But what happen?
The spotlight went on me because I wanted take G-2 down and proof that we belong in this company for a reason. You wanted to kill it!!

Then the big turn. I had enough of this infection crap and went home. I took my ball and went home because I started to feel something was wrong? I came back and found out that was nothing wrong.
It‘s was you that wrong. You ego should I say? Takes over and you make think that you are Mr. G-2 like Logan Gable. See guys like me, Duros and West want to do the right thing and that’s win the big one in that ring. The right way!

To perform and get your time. But your time is now with me. Now you got your eyes set on me. Beating me like a dog but remember Fnord! Dogs bit back and then they become unstable to control.
What you think will happen when I become unstable again?

Styles begins to shake as the cold wind blows by.

Styles: Now what would you say back? Styles, you better take out life cover as you will need it son!! Fnord, I have cancelled the life cover now as I know that I am going to walk out as the winner. See I know what will happen in this match. You will start off beating me to death, then maybe throw in some chair shots. Leave me for dead in other words but when you go for the cover and thinks that it‘s all over. As soon as the ref goes for the third count! There! I left my arm up from the mat and you become worried. Panicking, thinking what to do next. You go for your big end game….flip flop or whatever you call it these days. Go for the cover as the fans go wild for me. 1.……2.…kickout! Then you will know that I am the man to beat in this company. I don‘t stop and never give up. Just get back up and get some more.

Styles gets up.

Styles: Can you beat me now?

The screen fades.]]>
Styles: I sit here as a fallen man. I realise that I have not been myself. See I have one plan. One goal. Right now. I didn‘t speak last week due to that I didn‘t want to get your hopes up on me getting a shot in the gauntlet. Why would I want that if the real prize is respect. At the moment…..Fnord has not show me any.

Styles lefts his head towands the camera. He has his face painted with the colours red and black.

Styles: Since the many attacks from Fnord. I have put my title dream to one side for now. I have agree on this match for one reason. To prove for once and for all that I am better then Fnord. This has my match, this has my name on it. Think about Fnord!!! This is a extreme match!
Anything and everything will happen in this, I could bring my friend to the game. Mr. Ladder! What will happen that night. Blood! Tears and Pain.

I can sit here and stay that I am not the infected one? You are!! Your drive to become something great, something bad and nasty will not beat my drive to win. I have been in these match before and I can say that I have not won them all but I have got the respect for doing it.

Styles grabs the collar and adjusts it to fit as the camera zooms out.

Styles: You may be back. May be better then before but one thing never changes Fnord! That I don‘t know when to stop, when to give up and when to say NO!!!
We were team mates, had a great run but that ended because of you. Because you was hopping to use me and West for to get the spotlight. But what happen?
The spotlight went on me because I wanted take G-2 down and proof that we belong in this company for a reason. You wanted to kill it!!

Then the big turn. I had enough of this infection crap and went home. I took my ball and went home because I started to feel something was wrong? I came back and found out that was nothing wrong.
It‘s was you that wrong. You ego should I say? Takes over and you make think that you are Mr. G-2 like Logan Gable. See guys like me, Duros and West want to do the right thing and that’s win the big one in that ring. The right way!

To perform and get your time. But your time is now with me. Now you got your eyes set on me. Beating me like a dog but remember Fnord! Dogs bit back and then they become unstable to control.
What you think will happen when I become unstable again?

Styles begins to shake as the cold wind blows by.

Styles: Now what would you say back? Styles, you better take out life cover as you will need it son!! Fnord, I have cancelled the life cover now as I know that I am going to walk out as the winner. See I know what will happen in this match. You will start off beating me to death, then maybe throw in some chair shots. Leave me for dead in other words but when you go for the cover and thinks that it‘s all over. As soon as the ref goes for the third count! There! I left my arm up from the mat and you become worried. Panicking, thinking what to do next. You go for your big end game….flip flop or whatever you call it these days. Go for the cover as the fans go wild for me. 1.……2.…kickout! Then you will know that I am the man to beat in this company. I don‘t stop and never give up. Just get back up and get some more.

Styles gets up.

Styles: Can you beat me now?

The screen fades.]]> <![CDATA[Your Move]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=932 Tue, 09 Mar 2010 09:18:17 -0700 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=932
Duros: Before you all believe I am wasting my time here, I can assure you that is far from the case. People who know this to be a past time of mine have told me life is not long enough for chess. But chess is not to blame for that, life is. What they do not realise is that chess prepares you like nothing else, mentally. And just like in our long awaited showdown, I expect myself to come to every chess game emotionally and mentally ready. It's not my only method of training, I have studied DVD's of you Logan, and exercised with enthused effort as usual, but this is also valuable training for a match this... meaningful. A man once wrote that the game of chess has several very valuable qualities of the mind, useful in the course of human life, which are to be acquired and strengthened by it, for life is a kind of chess. That man was very clever.

The lens is fully focused on Duros who has turned the board around and is making another move, but for the opposing pieces. He tilts his head again, thinking about the next move, before taking a breathe and continuing.

Duros: Chess is a sport just like wrestling. It invaluably teaches the player to have patience and calmly think about whether it's really a good idea to do a move or whether there are other, more beneficial ideas. Effective decision making is imperative, and will be at the Golden Gauntlet, as like wrestling has numerous styles, match factors and game plans, chess also implements forethought and planning as it can be played in infinitely varied ways. But what really likens what we do in the ring to this idealistic game, is that the ultimate goal is inevitably victory through whatever means.

Shifting his his to his other hand, contemplating, he then hastily takes the Queen and knocks a bishop off, as it falls and the glass bishop cracks against the floor. It has disturbed something though, as a light noise is heard like something scurrying and the camera pans down too see the shadow of a small animal, possibly a scorpion, silhouetted in the light from a candle, now having run into the distance.

Duros: Never mind the scorpion.

The camera pans sideways back to Duros, who has picking up a snake off the floor and turns to hold it's tongue-wielding face towards the camera, his voice coming from behind. It is the red Candoia Carinata Boa we've seen before.

Duros: Get distracted and you'll miss the snake. Isn't that what you call me, Logan, a slithering snake?

Duros directs the snake's head sideways, as his comes into view now, and places it across his shoulder. He turns his bare arm towards us where a snake is tattooed going up it, and then the camera zooms in on one half of his chest where in small writings, and surrounding by more artwork, four lines stand out.

The world of men is dreaming
It has gone mad in its sleep,
And a snake is strangling it
But it can’t wake up


Duros: I'm actually flattered, though I suspect you knew that would be the case anyway. That's what irks me about this whole episode we're having, Logan, you know me. You know me better than anyone in G-2. And it's no surprise I am a loner, so you can say you know me better than practically anyone. But then I flip the coin and see the other side of the tale. Once, not too long ago, I visited Japan to learn new techniques to wrestling and I came across a proverb they tend to use. 'If you have to kill a snake, kill it once and for all.' If you know me, certain sides to me, Logan, then I know you'll be extremely disappointed you haven't finished the job already. Keep this in mind, and take your time thinking it over... Everyone who is about to be in for a rude awakening is content at the time with how everything is going, brimming with confidence and ready to be dropped, just as someone brings them down like a chopped tree. That someone is me, Logan. There is not one reason you should be pleased with yourself walking into this, as our game hasn't even begun.

He turns his side slightly up towards his camera, as his eyes look up towards us, breaking his scanning off the board. He keeps that eye on us at all time, whilst slowly bending down and placing the snake on the ground at his feet, before moving back up to his previous stance.

Duros: You've driven me to a darker place than I have been in a long time. Though just because you got the upper hand on me Friday, you may have my king surrounded, but don't think I am close to losing or that I am not capable of hurting you. As Nightmare proved, in life, unlike chess, when one man is laid to rest the game continues if he is able to stand again. But in my experience, Nightmare saw the world as a checkers board, whilst you and I are much more complicated than that.

The attraction didn't last as Duros again looks down towards the chess board and uses the hand his head isn't groggily resting in to turn the board again.

Duros: At the last Golden Gauntlet you and I were the final two, everyone had fallen beforehand, and in the very end you made me tap, made me quit! Who knows, that may have been playing in your mind when you boldly proposed the match stipulation. But if it was, then shame on you for being so falsely confident in your scheme and wearing that smug grin that I can't stand. Or is it arrogance? The line with you is drastically thin. Unlike you, I had wrestled before that night in a match where I got ambushed with a chair. And I've evolved since that night, and only recently have I been pondering whether you've gone backwards. The first thing I did when I got back from Full Throttle was watch videos of you wrestling. It was painful viewing sometimes, but I you will take the brunt of the benefits it'll bring me.

Despite the positive vibe from his talk, Duros' face looks frustrated and then disappointed as he reluctantly moves an isolated piece from the weakened colour on the board, making no impact on the game. He shakes his head and more forcibly turns the board around again.

Duros: I guarantee I will not leave a corner uncovered in the run up to this event, and I expect the exact same from you. But you had it easy that last Golden Gauntlet compared to what I'll bring on Sunday, when everything I have, everything pent up inside of me not just from the last few weeks but from all the time I have known you, will explode out of me! The time has finally come for that moment to happen. When the bell signals it is here you can trust me, I will steal your soul. And when it is trapped under my thumb, I won't let it get away this time.

Carefully picking up the opposite Queen, Duros again leers at us as he places it four squares away.

Duros: Check.

A mischievous little grin creeps in to one side of his mouth. As the camera pans back to a birds eye view of the darkened room, where we can clearly see the board with one team having the other surrounded in an unfinished game as shards of glass from smashed pieces surround the playing area, it slowly fades to black itself.]]>
Duros: Before you all believe I am wasting my time here, I can assure you that is far from the case. People who know this to be a past time of mine have told me life is not long enough for chess. But chess is not to blame for that, life is. What they do not realise is that chess prepares you like nothing else, mentally. And just like in our long awaited showdown, I expect myself to come to every chess game emotionally and mentally ready. It's not my only method of training, I have studied DVD's of you Logan, and exercised with enthused effort as usual, but this is also valuable training for a match this... meaningful. A man once wrote that the game of chess has several very valuable qualities of the mind, useful in the course of human life, which are to be acquired and strengthened by it, for life is a kind of chess. That man was very clever.

The lens is fully focused on Duros who has turned the board around and is making another move, but for the opposing pieces. He tilts his head again, thinking about the next move, before taking a breathe and continuing.

Duros: Chess is a sport just like wrestling. It invaluably teaches the player to have patience and calmly think about whether it's really a good idea to do a move or whether there are other, more beneficial ideas. Effective decision making is imperative, and will be at the Golden Gauntlet, as like wrestling has numerous styles, match factors and game plans, chess also implements forethought and planning as it can be played in infinitely varied ways. But what really likens what we do in the ring to this idealistic game, is that the ultimate goal is inevitably victory through whatever means.

Shifting his his to his other hand, contemplating, he then hastily takes the Queen and knocks a bishop off, as it falls and the glass bishop cracks against the floor. It has disturbed something though, as a light noise is heard like something scurrying and the camera pans down too see the shadow of a small animal, possibly a scorpion, silhouetted in the light from a candle, now having run into the distance.

Duros: Never mind the scorpion.

The camera pans sideways back to Duros, who has picking up a snake off the floor and turns to hold it's tongue-wielding face towards the camera, his voice coming from behind. It is the red Candoia Carinata Boa we've seen before.

Duros: Get distracted and you'll miss the snake. Isn't that what you call me, Logan, a slithering snake?

Duros directs the snake's head sideways, as his comes into view now, and places it across his shoulder. He turns his bare arm towards us where a snake is tattooed going up it, and then the camera zooms in on one half of his chest where in small writings, and surrounding by more artwork, four lines stand out.

The world of men is dreaming
It has gone mad in its sleep,
And a snake is strangling it
But it can’t wake up


Duros: I'm actually flattered, though I suspect you knew that would be the case anyway. That's what irks me about this whole episode we're having, Logan, you know me. You know me better than anyone in G-2. And it's no surprise I am a loner, so you can say you know me better than practically anyone. But then I flip the coin and see the other side of the tale. Once, not too long ago, I visited Japan to learn new techniques to wrestling and I came across a proverb they tend to use. 'If you have to kill a snake, kill it once and for all.' If you know me, certain sides to me, Logan, then I know you'll be extremely disappointed you haven't finished the job already. Keep this in mind, and take your time thinking it over... Everyone who is about to be in for a rude awakening is content at the time with how everything is going, brimming with confidence and ready to be dropped, just as someone brings them down like a chopped tree. That someone is me, Logan. There is not one reason you should be pleased with yourself walking into this, as our game hasn't even begun.

He turns his side slightly up towards his camera, as his eyes look up towards us, breaking his scanning off the board. He keeps that eye on us at all time, whilst slowly bending down and placing the snake on the ground at his feet, before moving back up to his previous stance.

Duros: You've driven me to a darker place than I have been in a long time. Though just because you got the upper hand on me Friday, you may have my king surrounded, but don't think I am close to losing or that I am not capable of hurting you. As Nightmare proved, in life, unlike chess, when one man is laid to rest the game continues if he is able to stand again. But in my experience, Nightmare saw the world as a checkers board, whilst you and I are much more complicated than that.

The attraction didn't last as Duros again looks down towards the chess board and uses the hand his head isn't groggily resting in to turn the board again.

Duros: At the last Golden Gauntlet you and I were the final two, everyone had fallen beforehand, and in the very end you made me tap, made me quit! Who knows, that may have been playing in your mind when you boldly proposed the match stipulation. But if it was, then shame on you for being so falsely confident in your scheme and wearing that smug grin that I can't stand. Or is it arrogance? The line with you is drastically thin. Unlike you, I had wrestled before that night in a match where I got ambushed with a chair. And I've evolved since that night, and only recently have I been pondering whether you've gone backwards. The first thing I did when I got back from Full Throttle was watch videos of you wrestling. It was painful viewing sometimes, but I you will take the brunt of the benefits it'll bring me.

Despite the positive vibe from his talk, Duros' face looks frustrated and then disappointed as he reluctantly moves an isolated piece from the weakened colour on the board, making no impact on the game. He shakes his head and more forcibly turns the board around again.

Duros: I guarantee I will not leave a corner uncovered in the run up to this event, and I expect the exact same from you. But you had it easy that last Golden Gauntlet compared to what I'll bring on Sunday, when everything I have, everything pent up inside of me not just from the last few weeks but from all the time I have known you, will explode out of me! The time has finally come for that moment to happen. When the bell signals it is here you can trust me, I will steal your soul. And when it is trapped under my thumb, I won't let it get away this time.

Carefully picking up the opposite Queen, Duros again leers at us as he places it four squares away.

Duros: Check.

A mischievous little grin creeps in to one side of his mouth. As the camera pans back to a birds eye view of the darkened room, where we can clearly see the board with one team having the other surrounded in an unfinished game as shards of glass from smashed pieces surround the playing area, it slowly fades to black itself.]]> <![CDATA[Fuck You, Ted Nugent!]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=931 Tue, 09 Mar 2010 08:19:04 -0700 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=931
Kill Crazy's Internet Blog

Over 2 years since we all first step foot in this building and I can remember the very first day. We were a family. We were best friends. We all came to Jimmy Chisel's Studio in Galveston together and every week we put on Friday Night wrestling shows together. We didn't fill out arena's each week like we were in R4GE just months before, but that really didn't matter to any of us. The fact was, we were doing this as friends for each other. Most importantly, we were doing it for Jimmy Chisel.

I look back now at those days and to be honest, I miss those days. Since then we've lost members of our family. Members that some of us possibly can't remember. We lost Nick Maggio, perhaps one of my closest friends in the business. JDD came for a match, but he didn't last. Ken Fuqua and Karl Jones tried to rehash past glory, but it didn't quite work. Darek DeAngleo proved he was just too old and useless to be involved in this sport for any longer. I left and I came back, and I did again, but I never knew I'd be standing here the day the G-2 Studio was bulldozed to the ground.

Today, I'm going back to where it all begun. I'm not going to Mr. Chisel's ranch. I am going to where the remains of everything we built as G-2 comrade's lies in dust and rubble. I'm going to get closure on something, for once in my life. And today, there will be no gimmicks and there won't be any "imaginary" friends. I go with the intention of closing one chapter in my life, to open another.


8th March 2010 - The Remains of the G-2 Studio

Just like Kill Crazy's blog suggested, the scene opens with him stood at the remains of the G-2 studio. Fans that had read his blog have gathered to come and watch as Crazy stands in the centre of the rubble, possibly at what would've been the ring area. His eyes are closed and the only nearby noise is the fans talking amongst themselves and the wildlife chirping away.

Kill Crazy: "Well, well, well. Would you look at this? Here I am, stood in the middle of what everybody has said was the beginning of an era. Chris West came here last night and said if he didn't win, it'd be the end of the West-era as well. I don't echo those sentiments, but I certainly know where he's coming from. That guy bleeds G-2. Without him wrestling here every Friday, you may as well shut down the company. But I'll address West later... Right now, I want to talk about the rubble beneath my feet."

He walks around in a circle in what remains of the wrestling ring, kick rubble, canvas and ring rope aside.

Kill Crazy: "I understand that the company has to move forward and I understand we need to bound together as a group of wrestlers and take G-2 across the state of Texas on a weekly basis, but this is taking it too far. I remember a long time ago when this company was first coming into our minds, I put my hand up immediately and said I wanted to do it. Along with a group of men that I hold in very high regard, we set about making this place what it is today. Jimmy Chisel busted his ass making something where a collection of men can show their talents off and it took the best part of his career making the company exactly how he wanted it, and one day Kyle Williams came along and he demolished that and now everything you see around my feet is what remains of Jimmy Chisel's blood, sweat and tears. And the blood, sweat and tears of every single wrestler and fan that came into this building.

He kicks the rubble aside and climbs over the rubble to where the fans are stood. Several are wearing G-2 t-shirts and Kill Crazy t-shirts.

Kill Crazy: "You know what? At Golden Gauntlet III the new chapter in G-2 history begins. For the first time in G-2 history, we leave the G-2 Studio for a Pay-Per-View event venue, and when we kick of Friday Night Full Throttle next week, we won't be coming back here. This chapter is being written and re-written by every single man that walks with G-2 in their hearts on Sunday.

On Sunday, I walk into G-2 with the opportunity of walking out as a double champion. Phil Atken, Nightmare and Timothy DeClair. 3 men that are walking in with the exact same objective as myself, to walk out with something to show for the revolution. For two of us in that match, we will be wrestling three matches on Sunday Night. I plan on doing everything in my power to make that Timothy DeClair and myself. Whilst I respect Nightmare and Phil Atken as two men with a lot of history in this industry. Nightmare, I teamed with this past week on Full Throttle, I know what he can do. I know exactly just how unpredictable the guy is. I have to expect everything when I go into the ring with him, even the unexpected. And I have to expect the exact same thing from Phil Atken because I don't know the guy.

And the same goes for Timothy DeClair. I'm sure he wants to go into the Openweight Title match with me, I can't help but think somehow, someway he might try and double-cross me. And my message to DeClair is quite simple. I won't let you, boy. I will be one step ahead of you and the other two the entire way. Before you can throw a right into the side of my face, I'll throw one into yours. Don't worry son, this week I'm pumped up enough to destroy both those clowns that stand on the opposite side of the ring, but I have just about enough to take everything you've ever dreamed of having and crushing it."

He calms down considerably as he turns to look at the G-2 fans.

Kill Crazy: "Who's looking forward to this new chapter in G-2 history? Who thinks we can walk into Golden Gauntlet together and have a freakin' CRAZY night?!"

A couple whoop and shout "hell yeah!".

Kill Crazy: "That ain't good enough! Who thinks we can look back on the legacy of G-2 and honour it? Who thinks Kill Crazy will keep the legacy of G-2 close to his heart when he wins the Openweight title on Sunday?!"

All seven of them begin to jump up and down, and twist and shout. Kill Crazy high fives a few of them and leans backwards to absorb his fans, who appear to be just as mentally unstable as him. He then walks forward a few steps before turning and Superkicking one of the fans.

Kill Crazy: "FUCK THE LEGACY! G-2 IS MINE FOR THE TAKING! IT'S MINE. ON SUNDAY NIGHT I WILL TAKE EVERY FUCKING THING FROM THIS COMPANY."

FTB.]]>
Kill Crazy's Internet Blog

Over 2 years since we all first step foot in this building and I can remember the very first day. We were a family. We were best friends. We all came to Jimmy Chisel's Studio in Galveston together and every week we put on Friday Night wrestling shows together. We didn't fill out arena's each week like we were in R4GE just months before, but that really didn't matter to any of us. The fact was, we were doing this as friends for each other. Most importantly, we were doing it for Jimmy Chisel.

I look back now at those days and to be honest, I miss those days. Since then we've lost members of our family. Members that some of us possibly can't remember. We lost Nick Maggio, perhaps one of my closest friends in the business. JDD came for a match, but he didn't last. Ken Fuqua and Karl Jones tried to rehash past glory, but it didn't quite work. Darek DeAngleo proved he was just too old and useless to be involved in this sport for any longer. I left and I came back, and I did again, but I never knew I'd be standing here the day the G-2 Studio was bulldozed to the ground.

Today, I'm going back to where it all begun. I'm not going to Mr. Chisel's ranch. I am going to where the remains of everything we built as G-2 comrade's lies in dust and rubble. I'm going to get closure on something, for once in my life. And today, there will be no gimmicks and there won't be any "imaginary" friends. I go with the intention of closing one chapter in my life, to open another.


8th March 2010 - The Remains of the G-2 Studio

Just like Kill Crazy's blog suggested, the scene opens with him stood at the remains of the G-2 studio. Fans that had read his blog have gathered to come and watch as Crazy stands in the centre of the rubble, possibly at what would've been the ring area. His eyes are closed and the only nearby noise is the fans talking amongst themselves and the wildlife chirping away.

Kill Crazy: "Well, well, well. Would you look at this? Here I am, stood in the middle of what everybody has said was the beginning of an era. Chris West came here last night and said if he didn't win, it'd be the end of the West-era as well. I don't echo those sentiments, but I certainly know where he's coming from. That guy bleeds G-2. Without him wrestling here every Friday, you may as well shut down the company. But I'll address West later... Right now, I want to talk about the rubble beneath my feet."

He walks around in a circle in what remains of the wrestling ring, kick rubble, canvas and ring rope aside.

Kill Crazy: "I understand that the company has to move forward and I understand we need to bound together as a group of wrestlers and take G-2 across the state of Texas on a weekly basis, but this is taking it too far. I remember a long time ago when this company was first coming into our minds, I put my hand up immediately and said I wanted to do it. Along with a group of men that I hold in very high regard, we set about making this place what it is today. Jimmy Chisel busted his ass making something where a collection of men can show their talents off and it took the best part of his career making the company exactly how he wanted it, and one day Kyle Williams came along and he demolished that and now everything you see around my feet is what remains of Jimmy Chisel's blood, sweat and tears. And the blood, sweat and tears of every single wrestler and fan that came into this building.

He kicks the rubble aside and climbs over the rubble to where the fans are stood. Several are wearing G-2 t-shirts and Kill Crazy t-shirts.

Kill Crazy: "You know what? At Golden Gauntlet III the new chapter in G-2 history begins. For the first time in G-2 history, we leave the G-2 Studio for a Pay-Per-View event venue, and when we kick of Friday Night Full Throttle next week, we won't be coming back here. This chapter is being written and re-written by every single man that walks with G-2 in their hearts on Sunday.

On Sunday, I walk into G-2 with the opportunity of walking out as a double champion. Phil Atken, Nightmare and Timothy DeClair. 3 men that are walking in with the exact same objective as myself, to walk out with something to show for the revolution. For two of us in that match, we will be wrestling three matches on Sunday Night. I plan on doing everything in my power to make that Timothy DeClair and myself. Whilst I respect Nightmare and Phil Atken as two men with a lot of history in this industry. Nightmare, I teamed with this past week on Full Throttle, I know what he can do. I know exactly just how unpredictable the guy is. I have to expect everything when I go into the ring with him, even the unexpected. And I have to expect the exact same thing from Phil Atken because I don't know the guy.

And the same goes for Timothy DeClair. I'm sure he wants to go into the Openweight Title match with me, I can't help but think somehow, someway he might try and double-cross me. And my message to DeClair is quite simple. I won't let you, boy. I will be one step ahead of you and the other two the entire way. Before you can throw a right into the side of my face, I'll throw one into yours. Don't worry son, this week I'm pumped up enough to destroy both those clowns that stand on the opposite side of the ring, but I have just about enough to take everything you've ever dreamed of having and crushing it."

He calms down considerably as he turns to look at the G-2 fans.

Kill Crazy: "Who's looking forward to this new chapter in G-2 history? Who thinks we can walk into Golden Gauntlet together and have a freakin' CRAZY night?!"

A couple whoop and shout "hell yeah!".

Kill Crazy: "That ain't good enough! Who thinks we can look back on the legacy of G-2 and honour it? Who thinks Kill Crazy will keep the legacy of G-2 close to his heart when he wins the Openweight title on Sunday?!"

All seven of them begin to jump up and down, and twist and shout. Kill Crazy high fives a few of them and leans backwards to absorb his fans, who appear to be just as mentally unstable as him. He then walks forward a few steps before turning and Superkicking one of the fans.

Kill Crazy: "FUCK THE LEGACY! G-2 IS MINE FOR THE TAKING! IT'S MINE. ON SUNDAY NIGHT I WILL TAKE EVERY FUCKING THING FROM THIS COMPANY."

FTB.]]> <![CDATA[Golden Gauntlet RP Feedbacks]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=930 Tue, 09 Mar 2010 08:06:14 -0700 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=930

"The Golden One" Timothy DeClair

Hey man. Now... this isn't just because we are teammates now... I have to say that I really enjoyed your RP.

It was fun and exciting and I think you've really stepped it up for GGIII. Rock on, brother, rock on! Rock]]>

"The Golden One" Timothy DeClair

Hey man. Now... this isn't just because we are teammates now... I have to say that I really enjoyed your RP.

It was fun and exciting and I think you've really stepped it up for GGIII. Rock on, brother, rock on! Rock]]> <![CDATA[Gold + Gold = ABSOLUTE GOLD.]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=929 Tue, 09 Mar 2010 01:02:46 -0700 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=929 I am a new man, I have spoke those words a hundred times since dropping the X-Treme Dream moniker. But after teaming with Fnord again, I could feel ‘The Golden One’ coming alive more and more, like an enigma. With the rebirth of the ‘Lynch Mob’ and the dawning of a ‘Golden Era’, things are finally starting to look up for me. My career has always been a bit rocky, but I can feel the path straightening up for the first time in my entire life.

A new aura is surrounding me more and more every day. The jeers, they are like music to my ears and I am starting to feed off of them. It was a changed that needed to be made…and any type you take a big step to alter your future, you have to be a hundred percent sure of what you are getting yourself into. I checked into my hotel in Galveston about a month ago and started writing like people used to…on pen and paper. And I listed the pros and cons of being X-Treme Dream, and eventually, the negatives outweighed the positives.

X-Treme Dream, a name I EARNED in the backyards of San Jose…I didn’t just wake up one morning and decide to call myself that, no…I fought for it every day after school, every weekend…every time we put together that make shift ring somewhere new…they came to see me! Before there was the You Tube sensation, Twitter, Facebook….however the hell else people get their name out there, I did it the old fashion way. People recorded me on VHS tapes and traded them, and eventually, my name was out there. That is when I got the call to start training in an actual wrestling ring…a day that I never thought would come.

But that background is neither here nor there…I just wanted to get that little bit out there. The pros for my stint in the G-2, they were very short. I have not had ANY success as a hardcore wrestler…and it really just brought down my ego and my confidence, so why keep doing something that is destroying you from the inside? Then that is where the cons came in…all of the negative things about being X-Treme Dream. No one took me seriously, no one found me as a threat…they kept referring to me as an adolescent wrestler. Someone that was still trying to act like he was in high school, and after a long phone conversation with my old friend Fnord, my eyes were finally opened. He had to reiterate the simple fact that I closed out 2009 by winning the ‘Golden Opportunity’ and I was not even starting to cash in on the privileges that come with that. I should be in the main event, week in and week out…people should be coming from near and far to get a shot at me, to maybe have the chance at taking away my ‘Golden Opportunity’. And hell, this is March…I have wasted three months! Three months, not weeks, trying to live in the past of being an extreme icon. Trying to force the ‘King of Extreme’ gimmick on all those that fought me. But the ‘King of Extreme’ died years ago…and that was obvious when Chris West beat me to a bloody pulp in our Texas Death Match. So, with the help of Fnord, we came up with the ‘Golden One’….because in all reality, at the current moment, I am the ‘Golden One’ in the G-2. I might not be the illustrious champion like Joe Muddin…but I am earning my way back to that shot, and when the Golden Gauntlet gets here, my name will be unison with the Golden Gauntlet.

March fourteenth will be a day of reckoning, there is absolutely no doubt in my mind about that. No matter the outcome of the two to three matches I compete in, the world will be in my hands. By the end of the ‘Golden Gauntlet’, everyone will remember why I am the ‘Golden One’ Timothy DeClair…and they damn sure will remember why I am Mr. ‘Golden Opportunity’.

March 8th, 2010
‘Golden One…Golden Gauntlet…They Are One In the Same.’

(Unlike an usual G-2 promo, the video feed for the following promo is a little grainy like it has been shot with a handheld camera and no editing tools have been used. Some red writing starts to flash over the currently black screen and a deep voice starts to repeat what is flashing.)

Voice Over - “The following segment has been paid for by the ‘Lynch Mob’ and is a ‘Golden One’ production.”

(A large ‘Lynch Mob’ logo is then seen and it slowly starts to fade out as gold flakes start to drip down like rain. The silence is then voided out by the very familiar and sadistic laugh of the artist formerly known as X-Treme Dream. We then fade into the studio apartment of the former G-2 Television champion, the ‘Golden One’ Timothy DeClair. Usually, DeClair is pacing or performing some other outlandish antics, but today, DeClair is looking very chipper. His studio looks entirely different from the last time we were in it though, all of the nostalgia he had plastered all over the walls are gone. Instead, there are numerous championships scattered along the wall and various pieces of contemporary art. And usually, Timothy DeClair is wearing the typical SoCal style of clothes, but as he is perched in a large, red and gold chair, DeClair is dressed to the ‘T’. Wearing an Armani suit and Armani dress shoes, even a Rolex shines on his wrist. ‘The Golden One’ is really starting to act like a champion, perhaps even the future of the G-2. DeClair is holding a picture in his hand as we finally focus on him. He shows the picture to the camera and smiles.)

“This is the day I should have killed X-Treme Dream…”

(Once he holds the picture steady, you can see Timothy DeClair shaking hands with an unfamiliar face. DeClair is drenched in blood and standing in the center of a GWA ring. DeClair is also holding a GWA Hardcore title above his hand with his free hand, a grin from ear to ear.)

“That man shaking my hand…that is a man they called 40oz. A wrestler and mentor that seen the true potential in me, Timothy DeClair. He was the first one to look past the X-Treme Dream moniker and see a true villain inside of me. 40oz approached me out of the entire GWA roster to join him in forming the ‘Lynch Mob’. And after we disbanded a few months later, everyone forgot that without me, there would not have been a ‘Lynch Mob’. People like Tracer X and the Legacy would not have been able to captivate on the name. And hell, even my new found pal Fnord had some of his best times in the ‘Mob’. He will tell you that himself, but in my opinion, the ‘Lynch Mob’ is just now on the verge of seeing their best days. Mainly because I, one half of the founders, has finally returned to his true form.”

(DeClair sit’s the picture down on a nearby coffee table.)

“But, let’s move on past all of that. The G-2 is not prepared for the ‘Lynch Mob’…we are far more ruthless than any other team or stable that has stepped foot into the Galveston studios…”

(He can’t help but start laughing.)

“I’m sorry, that was a low blow wasn’t it? Kyle Williams, tearing down the G-2 studios was definitely something golden. I mean, it is time for the G-2 to expand, especially with talent such as Fnord and myself about to take over. We might just be former Television champions, but I can promise that after the Gauntlet, the G-2 will have new champions! Whether it be me winning the Openweight championship and going on to win the Golden Gauntlet, just winning the Openweight title, or Fnord winning the Gauntlet. The ‘Lynch Mob’ will have gold around their waist…and push me hard enough and well…we all know I can upset anyone’s evening. You never know when Mr. ‘Golden Opportunity’ can strike…isn’t that right?”

(DeClair smirks and runs his hands across his waist signaling that he wants gold.)

“So, let’s start off with my first match of the evening. I will be forced to tag with my opponent from last week…in fact, my opponent that beat me last week, Kill Crazy. A psychotic son of a bitch if I must say so myself but his day in G-2 was before my time so I can’t fear his past achievements. I didn’t cringe when I heard he was coming back and I didn’t hesitates when I had the opportunity to get into the ring with him last week. He can even spit out those invectives, but I am prepared for words. Sticks and stones bro…I mean, you’re about to have the luxury of partnering up with the ‘Golden One’. This is the opportunity of a lifetime for you Kill Crazy, is that not exciting for you? I mean, two months ago, if Kill Crazy would have been teaming with X-Treme Dream, the G-2 would not have had enough security to split us apart. But these days I am a lot more refined. Our tag team match is not about spilling blood or wreaking havoc…it is only about one thing and one thing only…capturing gold! So Kill Crazy, work with me to begin with and we will worry about the other things later. Last week, you put up a fight…and Fnord and I underestimated Nightmare and you. And I’m not saying you were better than us, because well…we all know nothing is better than gold. We just didn’t take you two serious at all…Fnord and I were looking forward to bigger and better things, much like the ‘Golden Gauntlet’.”

(DeClair pulls out a large gold cup, similar to the ‘bling’ cups Lil’ John used to carry around. DeClair takes a large swallow from the cup and just grins from ear to ear. He is really starting to take to this ‘Golden One’ shtick.)

“For so many years, I ignored the insults of being a gimmick wrestler. Folks like Nightmare and ‘Your Entertainment Savior’ Phil Atken failed to lionize me…they just laughed instead. And I can’t stand that…but ignoring that shit, well, that is really what took a toll on me. Being called X-Treme Bitch…the King of Shit…et cetera. Why did I not heed to those warnings? Why did I waste so much time frolicking around like a little bitch? I mean, it was inevitable for the ‘Golden One’ to be born. “

(DeClair is spending a lot of time stroking his ego, trying to compensate for the lack of story behind his sudden change.)

“’Your Entertainment Savior’ Phil Atken? Now that is just absurd…Atken, you were one of my first opponents when I stepped foot into the G-2. And I decimated you, did I not? So how are you all of a sudden the savior? The only thing you should be saving is yourself, because you are in for a world of hurt. Atken, as ludicrous as it is though, I know you are trying to make a name for yourself after spending so much time on the backburners. I can not fault you for that…but it is too late bro. The ‘Golden One’ will not show you any pity…”

(Another brief pause from DeClair.)

“Then we have Nightmare…sweet dreams…is that all you can say? You spoke about last week like you were the reason you were successful. But, we all know Kill Crazy is the reason you beat Fnord and I last week. So why sugar coat it? And can you not face the facts? Did the realization slap you in the face when I mentioned that the highlight of your career was teaming with me? I mean, at the time, you had no idea that X-Treme Dream would fade away, so of course you can’t realize it. Had you known that you were in the ring with the true future of the G-2, you would have been a lot more appreciative. You were the ‘Golden One’s tag team partner without even realizing it. Talk about being lucky.”

(He snickers a little bit.)

“Do you think that your tainted past will fuel the fire to keep you going though? Belittling yourself to using words like filth and garbage? Seriously…that is something that X-Treme Dream would have said though. Childs play is all that is though…should spend more time getting the job done in the ring instead of spitting out insults out of the ring. And going to see a psychiatrist? That won’t solve your problems Nightmare…only you can change yourself. Only you can help yourself, I think I proved that very well. Spending time laying on the couch, talking about your ‘problems’…I’ve been there…but that was before the ‘Golden One’ was born. The ‘Golden One’ doesn’t have problems like that…not anymore.”

(DeClair picks up a remote sitting on the coffee table. He turns on his iPod from the remote and starts to bob his head. Lil’ Wayne and Eminem’s ‘Drop the World’ starts to blare over the surround sound in the studio apartment.)

“This tag team match may not be the illustrious ‘Golden Gauntlet’, but it is important. The Openweight title is gold…that is the most important thing right now, because Mr. Golden Opportunity just looks ridiculous without some gold around his waist. So, Kill Crazy…first and foremost, let me beg you to get out in that ring and find some strength to decimate Nightmare and Phil Atken. Then we will worry about our little quarrel…because winning this tag team match is only the beginning. Once we destroy Nightmare and Atken, we will then proceed to challenge one another for the G-2 Openweight title. A championship that has been degraded by being in the hands of that bumbling hick, Joe Muddin. And this will be my opportunity to finally redeem myself for losing the Television title to that clown Chad Michaels. So Kill Crazy, first you must aide me in my redemption…then you must suffer! Because I’m going to pick the world up and drop it on your fucking head!”

(DeClair sings along to the song a little in the middle of his monologue.)

“Is there anything else I need to tackle whilst thinking about the tag team match? It seems as though tag team matches have been my specialty in the G-2. From teaming with Duros to Nightmare to Chris West…I am confident that teaming with Kill Crazy will be a successful venture. I just dread the fact that he is not on my level…so Kill Crazy, come out there and be on your ‘A’ game…maybe you can even impress the ‘Lynch Mob’ and save yourself from becoming one of our first victims…because we do owe you from last week.”

(He grunts a little as the song comes to an end. Lil’ Wayne is then replaced by some vintage Tupac.)

“Hit the gym…watch some old X-Treme Dream matches so you can see what not to do, okay Kill Crazy? Nightmare…Atken, I would even recommend you do the same so not to be embarrassed when we go to war. I hate for you to fall into a Golden Dream…”

(DeClair laughs some more.)

“Moving on…moving on…”

(DeClair changes the song on the iPod. Some Deftones start to blast over his surround sound.)

“Now that is some mood setting music right there. Golden Gauntlet Three…the first time the ‘Golden One’ Timothy DeClair will be involved in the staple of the G-2. I mean, honestly, it is depressing…knowing that the G-2 has held two of these events before I even stepped foot into the G-2 studios for the first time. How did the G-2 even survive? Kyle Williams, you made the best decision of your career four weeks ago when you teamed Fnord and me together though, because not only did you reform the greatest group to ever step foot into a wrestling ring, but you solidified our chances at taking over the G-2. I mean, never mind the fact you booked me in the match for the chance at winning the vacant Openweight title…but I have the chance at becoming a double champion OR just aiding my compadre Fnord in winning the Heavyweight title, either way.”

(The music cuts off suddenly as a nearby iPhone starts to ring.)

“Speak of the devil…”

(DeClair stands up and goes over to answer the phone.)

“Money over bitches inc, how can I help you?”

(DeClair laughs a little and the voice on the other line starts laughing loudly. You can hear the usual static of someone talking on the phone from a distance.)

“Yeah…your flight just landed? Good…Get your ass over here so we can map the Golden Gauntlet out!”

(DeClair ends the phone call and goes to sit back down.)

“Like I was saying though, Kyle Williams, I have examined the list of my ten opponents for the Golden Gauntlet over and over again and they just get better and better every time. From the top to the bottom, everyone was given a shot at winning the G-2 Heavyweight title from the newly crowned champion, Joe ‘I love my first cousin’ Muddin. I mean ten different opponents…how can the pig-fucker actually overcome those odds? Joe Muddin, you are now the opposite of everything I am about…you live in a trailer park, kiss on your pig, dip Skoal, and drink cheap beer. While the ‘Golden One’ lives in this high rise San Jose studio apartment, drinks the finest alcohol, kisses the most beautiful Latin women, and well…there ain’t no pigs in my lifestyle bro.”

(He smirks once again.)

“Now, Joe Muddin is just the champion…still nine more opponents. Chris West, are there any words I can unleash on you that have not been said before? You have beaten X-Treme Dream, there is no denying that…but you have never stepped foot in the ring with the ‘Golden One’. So the odds are stacked against you there. And well, we know you just lost your Heavyweight title so you are weak at the moment…physically and mentally. I could take the time to pounce on that, but I will hold that for later on. We have six days before the match, no reason to rush everything right now. My opponents from the tag match, Nightmare and Phil Atken, were also lucky enough to weasel their way into the Gauntlet. I already touched on them though, the same thing goes for them whether it be the tag team match or the Gauntlet. My feelings remain the same…they’re below the ‘Golden One’!”

(DeClair takes another gulp from the large gold cup.)

“Kill Crazy, if things go according to plan, by this time, we will be in our third match and one of us will be the Openweight champion…so without a doubt, we will be exhausted. So that does indeed hurt our chances…but with the integrity I have, I doubt the matches will take a physical toll on me. I have done it before…except the matches were far more grueling than this. Two more opponents before I get started on two I have not talked about in quite some time, and that is Dave Bermingham. Another wise ass like Chad Michaels…boy, humor does not impress me. Having midgets parade around for your amusement puts you in the same category as Joe Muddin, just another sick freak. But, got to get your rocks off somehow. Then there is that masked jack ass, Crimson Mask. How long have you been here exactly? Damn sure not long enough to spit out insults to the ’Golden One’…especially try to say I’m going to suffer a golden loss.”

(DeClair lets out a sarcastic laugh.)

“Crimson Mask, seriously, I know you want to walk out to your first Golden Gauntlet and become a Television champion and then go on to win the Gauntlet, but you are nowhere near the level that I am. Being a former Television champion, I know the mental strain that comes with trying to win gold. But Crimson, you are not prepared for a match like this. You are another Brad Goodman, all talk and no walk. If you want to challenge the ‘Golden One’, well…have it your way. But when you get your fate….’DeClaired’….well, you won’t stand a chance in the G-2.”

(He takes one last gulp from the cup and looks down at the ground.)

“The final two challengers that I consider opponents, Duros and Logan Gable. The ‘Future’ and the ‘Orphan’…they have been spending so much time the past month fighting with each other that I doubt either one of them are truly focused on the Gauntlet. But I don’t want to sell them short…because had it not been for Duros and Gable, I would not have pushed myself so hard in the chance to win the ‘Golden Opportunity’. Logan Gable, my hatred for you and your unlimited amount of success is what drove me to push myself so hard at the end of the year. I despised you and everything you stood for…the same goes for Duros, all those times we teamed together in the past, I should have known you were only using me to either take the sick bumps or be the one to help you win the match. Honestly though, no reason to keep on about this. The ‘Golden Gauntlet’ will be right up the ‘Golden One’s alley…Kyle Williams knows that…the entire G-2 staff and roster knows that.”

(There is a knock at the door and DeClair grins from ear to ear. He walks to the door and opens it up. Standing on the other side of the door is DeClair’s new partner in crime, Fnord. He is holding a huge bottle of Grey Goose Vodka.)

Fnord - “Care for some Vodka?”

“Well…of course. It is time to celebrate is it not?”

Fnord - “’Lynch Mob’ is back and better than ever.”

(The two start to laugh out loud.)

“The ‘Golden Gauntlet’ doesn’t stand a chance with ‘Lynch Mob’ in the ring. I just hope everyone knows what they are getting themselves into.”

Fnord - “Let’s pop this bottle and get ready to go out on the town. You got to show me a thing or two about San Jose.”

“Well…if there is one thing the ‘Golden One’ can do, it’s get flashy and shine. Because…right now, I’m gold baby!”

(Once again, the two start laughing as Fnord walks into the studio apartment with the bottle of Grey Goose in hand. Before we fade out, there is another knock at the door. Timothy DeClair looks at Fnord with a puzzled look. Fnord grins that shit eating grin.)

Fnord - “We can’t celebrate by ourselves…”

(DeClair opens the door to unveil two gorgeous women. One blonde and one brunette, and they quickly hug on DeClair. Fnord picks up the handheld camera and focuses on DeClair one last time.)

“G-2...we’ll see you all in Dallas.”

(Fnord then tosses the camera out of the studio apartment and we fade to black. Once again, the same voice from earlier comes over the black screen as the ‘Lynch Mob’ logo flashes.)

Voice Over - “This has been a ‘Lynch Mob’ and ‘Golden One’ production.”

(And once again, gold flakes start to drizzle down the screen.)]]> I am a new man, I have spoke those words a hundred times since dropping the X-Treme Dream moniker. But after teaming with Fnord again, I could feel ‘The Golden One’ coming alive more and more, like an enigma. With the rebirth of the ‘Lynch Mob’ and the dawning of a ‘Golden Era’, things are finally starting to look up for me. My career has always been a bit rocky, but I can feel the path straightening up for the first time in my entire life.

A new aura is surrounding me more and more every day. The jeers, they are like music to my ears and I am starting to feed off of them. It was a changed that needed to be made…and any type you take a big step to alter your future, you have to be a hundred percent sure of what you are getting yourself into. I checked into my hotel in Galveston about a month ago and started writing like people used to…on pen and paper. And I listed the pros and cons of being X-Treme Dream, and eventually, the negatives outweighed the positives.

X-Treme Dream, a name I EARNED in the backyards of San Jose…I didn’t just wake up one morning and decide to call myself that, no…I fought for it every day after school, every weekend…every time we put together that make shift ring somewhere new…they came to see me! Before there was the You Tube sensation, Twitter, Facebook….however the hell else people get their name out there, I did it the old fashion way. People recorded me on VHS tapes and traded them, and eventually, my name was out there. That is when I got the call to start training in an actual wrestling ring…a day that I never thought would come.

But that background is neither here nor there…I just wanted to get that little bit out there. The pros for my stint in the G-2, they were very short. I have not had ANY success as a hardcore wrestler…and it really just brought down my ego and my confidence, so why keep doing something that is destroying you from the inside? Then that is where the cons came in…all of the negative things about being X-Treme Dream. No one took me seriously, no one found me as a threat…they kept referring to me as an adolescent wrestler. Someone that was still trying to act like he was in high school, and after a long phone conversation with my old friend Fnord, my eyes were finally opened. He had to reiterate the simple fact that I closed out 2009 by winning the ‘Golden Opportunity’ and I was not even starting to cash in on the privileges that come with that. I should be in the main event, week in and week out…people should be coming from near and far to get a shot at me, to maybe have the chance at taking away my ‘Golden Opportunity’. And hell, this is March…I have wasted three months! Three months, not weeks, trying to live in the past of being an extreme icon. Trying to force the ‘King of Extreme’ gimmick on all those that fought me. But the ‘King of Extreme’ died years ago…and that was obvious when Chris West beat me to a bloody pulp in our Texas Death Match. So, with the help of Fnord, we came up with the ‘Golden One’….because in all reality, at the current moment, I am the ‘Golden One’ in the G-2. I might not be the illustrious champion like Joe Muddin…but I am earning my way back to that shot, and when the Golden Gauntlet gets here, my name will be unison with the Golden Gauntlet.

March fourteenth will be a day of reckoning, there is absolutely no doubt in my mind about that. No matter the outcome of the two to three matches I compete in, the world will be in my hands. By the end of the ‘Golden Gauntlet’, everyone will remember why I am the ‘Golden One’ Timothy DeClair…and they damn sure will remember why I am Mr. ‘Golden Opportunity’.

March 8th, 2010
‘Golden One…Golden Gauntlet…They Are One In the Same.’

(Unlike an usual G-2 promo, the video feed for the following promo is a little grainy like it has been shot with a handheld camera and no editing tools have been used. Some red writing starts to flash over the currently black screen and a deep voice starts to repeat what is flashing.)

Voice Over - “The following segment has been paid for by the ‘Lynch Mob’ and is a ‘Golden One’ production.”

(A large ‘Lynch Mob’ logo is then seen and it slowly starts to fade out as gold flakes start to drip down like rain. The silence is then voided out by the very familiar and sadistic laugh of the artist formerly known as X-Treme Dream. We then fade into the studio apartment of the former G-2 Television champion, the ‘Golden One’ Timothy DeClair. Usually, DeClair is pacing or performing some other outlandish antics, but today, DeClair is looking very chipper. His studio looks entirely different from the last time we were in it though, all of the nostalgia he had plastered all over the walls are gone. Instead, there are numerous championships scattered along the wall and various pieces of contemporary art. And usually, Timothy DeClair is wearing the typical SoCal style of clothes, but as he is perched in a large, red and gold chair, DeClair is dressed to the ‘T’. Wearing an Armani suit and Armani dress shoes, even a Rolex shines on his wrist. ‘The Golden One’ is really starting to act like a champion, perhaps even the future of the G-2. DeClair is holding a picture in his hand as we finally focus on him. He shows the picture to the camera and smiles.)

“This is the day I should have killed X-Treme Dream…”

(Once he holds the picture steady, you can see Timothy DeClair shaking hands with an unfamiliar face. DeClair is drenched in blood and standing in the center of a GWA ring. DeClair is also holding a GWA Hardcore title above his hand with his free hand, a grin from ear to ear.)

“That man shaking my hand…that is a man they called 40oz. A wrestler and mentor that seen the true potential in me, Timothy DeClair. He was the first one to look past the X-Treme Dream moniker and see a true villain inside of me. 40oz approached me out of the entire GWA roster to join him in forming the ‘Lynch Mob’. And after we disbanded a few months later, everyone forgot that without me, there would not have been a ‘Lynch Mob’. People like Tracer X and the Legacy would not have been able to captivate on the name. And hell, even my new found pal Fnord had some of his best times in the ‘Mob’. He will tell you that himself, but in my opinion, the ‘Lynch Mob’ is just now on the verge of seeing their best days. Mainly because I, one half of the founders, has finally returned to his true form.”

(DeClair sit’s the picture down on a nearby coffee table.)

“But, let’s move on past all of that. The G-2 is not prepared for the ‘Lynch Mob’…we are far more ruthless than any other team or stable that has stepped foot into the Galveston studios…”

(He can’t help but start laughing.)

“I’m sorry, that was a low blow wasn’t it? Kyle Williams, tearing down the G-2 studios was definitely something golden. I mean, it is time for the G-2 to expand, especially with talent such as Fnord and myself about to take over. We might just be former Television champions, but I can promise that after the Gauntlet, the G-2 will have new champions! Whether it be me winning the Openweight championship and going on to win the Golden Gauntlet, just winning the Openweight title, or Fnord winning the Gauntlet. The ‘Lynch Mob’ will have gold around their waist…and push me hard enough and well…we all know I can upset anyone’s evening. You never know when Mr. ‘Golden Opportunity’ can strike…isn’t that right?”

(DeClair smirks and runs his hands across his waist signaling that he wants gold.)

“So, let’s start off with my first match of the evening. I will be forced to tag with my opponent from last week…in fact, my opponent that beat me last week, Kill Crazy. A psychotic son of a bitch if I must say so myself but his day in G-2 was before my time so I can’t fear his past achievements. I didn’t cringe when I heard he was coming back and I didn’t hesitates when I had the opportunity to get into the ring with him last week. He can even spit out those invectives, but I am prepared for words. Sticks and stones bro…I mean, you’re about to have the luxury of partnering up with the ‘Golden One’. This is the opportunity of a lifetime for you Kill Crazy, is that not exciting for you? I mean, two months ago, if Kill Crazy would have been teaming with X-Treme Dream, the G-2 would not have had enough security to split us apart. But these days I am a lot more refined. Our tag team match is not about spilling blood or wreaking havoc…it is only about one thing and one thing only…capturing gold! So Kill Crazy, work with me to begin with and we will worry about the other things later. Last week, you put up a fight…and Fnord and I underestimated Nightmare and you. And I’m not saying you were better than us, because well…we all know nothing is better than gold. We just didn’t take you two serious at all…Fnord and I were looking forward to bigger and better things, much like the ‘Golden Gauntlet’.”

(DeClair pulls out a large gold cup, similar to the ‘bling’ cups Lil’ John used to carry around. DeClair takes a large swallow from the cup and just grins from ear to ear. He is really starting to take to this ‘Golden One’ shtick.)

“For so many years, I ignored the insults of being a gimmick wrestler. Folks like Nightmare and ‘Your Entertainment Savior’ Phil Atken failed to lionize me…they just laughed instead. And I can’t stand that…but ignoring that shit, well, that is really what took a toll on me. Being called X-Treme Bitch…the King of Shit…et cetera. Why did I not heed to those warnings? Why did I waste so much time frolicking around like a little bitch? I mean, it was inevitable for the ‘Golden One’ to be born. “

(DeClair is spending a lot of time stroking his ego, trying to compensate for the lack of story behind his sudden change.)

“’Your Entertainment Savior’ Phil Atken? Now that is just absurd…Atken, you were one of my first opponents when I stepped foot into the G-2. And I decimated you, did I not? So how are you all of a sudden the savior? The only thing you should be saving is yourself, because you are in for a world of hurt. Atken, as ludicrous as it is though, I know you are trying to make a name for yourself after spending so much time on the backburners. I can not fault you for that…but it is too late bro. The ‘Golden One’ will not show you any pity…”

(Another brief pause from DeClair.)

“Then we have Nightmare…sweet dreams…is that all you can say? You spoke about last week like you were the reason you were successful. But, we all know Kill Crazy is the reason you beat Fnord and I last week. So why sugar coat it? And can you not face the facts? Did the realization slap you in the face when I mentioned that the highlight of your career was teaming with me? I mean, at the time, you had no idea that X-Treme Dream would fade away, so of course you can’t realize it. Had you known that you were in the ring with the true future of the G-2, you would have been a lot more appreciative. You were the ‘Golden One’s tag team partner without even realizing it. Talk about being lucky.”

(He snickers a little bit.)

“Do you think that your tainted past will fuel the fire to keep you going though? Belittling yourself to using words like filth and garbage? Seriously…that is something that X-Treme Dream would have said though. Childs play is all that is though…should spend more time getting the job done in the ring instead of spitting out insults out of the ring. And going to see a psychiatrist? That won’t solve your problems Nightmare…only you can change yourself. Only you can help yourself, I think I proved that very well. Spending time laying on the couch, talking about your ‘problems’…I’ve been there…but that was before the ‘Golden One’ was born. The ‘Golden One’ doesn’t have problems like that…not anymore.”

(DeClair picks up a remote sitting on the coffee table. He turns on his iPod from the remote and starts to bob his head. Lil’ Wayne and Eminem’s ‘Drop the World’ starts to blare over the surround sound in the studio apartment.)

“This tag team match may not be the illustrious ‘Golden Gauntlet’, but it is important. The Openweight title is gold…that is the most important thing right now, because Mr. Golden Opportunity just looks ridiculous without some gold around his waist. So, Kill Crazy…first and foremost, let me beg you to get out in that ring and find some strength to decimate Nightmare and Phil Atken. Then we will worry about our little quarrel…because winning this tag team match is only the beginning. Once we destroy Nightmare and Atken, we will then proceed to challenge one another for the G-2 Openweight title. A championship that has been degraded by being in the hands of that bumbling hick, Joe Muddin. And this will be my opportunity to finally redeem myself for losing the Television title to that clown Chad Michaels. So Kill Crazy, first you must aide me in my redemption…then you must suffer! Because I’m going to pick the world up and drop it on your fucking head!”

(DeClair sings along to the song a little in the middle of his monologue.)

“Is there anything else I need to tackle whilst thinking about the tag team match? It seems as though tag team matches have been my specialty in the G-2. From teaming with Duros to Nightmare to Chris West…I am confident that teaming with Kill Crazy will be a successful venture. I just dread the fact that he is not on my level…so Kill Crazy, come out there and be on your ‘A’ game…maybe you can even impress the ‘Lynch Mob’ and save yourself from becoming one of our first victims…because we do owe you from last week.”

(He grunts a little as the song comes to an end. Lil’ Wayne is then replaced by some vintage Tupac.)

“Hit the gym…watch some old X-Treme Dream matches so you can see what not to do, okay Kill Crazy? Nightmare…Atken, I would even recommend you do the same so not to be embarrassed when we go to war. I hate for you to fall into a Golden Dream…”

(DeClair laughs some more.)

“Moving on…moving on…”

(DeClair changes the song on the iPod. Some Deftones start to blast over his surround sound.)

“Now that is some mood setting music right there. Golden Gauntlet Three…the first time the ‘Golden One’ Timothy DeClair will be involved in the staple of the G-2. I mean, honestly, it is depressing…knowing that the G-2 has held two of these events before I even stepped foot into the G-2 studios for the first time. How did the G-2 even survive? Kyle Williams, you made the best decision of your career four weeks ago when you teamed Fnord and me together though, because not only did you reform the greatest group to ever step foot into a wrestling ring, but you solidified our chances at taking over the G-2. I mean, never mind the fact you booked me in the match for the chance at winning the vacant Openweight title…but I have the chance at becoming a double champion OR just aiding my compadre Fnord in winning the Heavyweight title, either way.”

(The music cuts off suddenly as a nearby iPhone starts to ring.)

“Speak of the devil…”

(DeClair stands up and goes over to answer the phone.)

“Money over bitches inc, how can I help you?”

(DeClair laughs a little and the voice on the other line starts laughing loudly. You can hear the usual static of someone talking on the phone from a distance.)

“Yeah…your flight just landed? Good…Get your ass over here so we can map the Golden Gauntlet out!”

(DeClair ends the phone call and goes to sit back down.)

“Like I was saying though, Kyle Williams, I have examined the list of my ten opponents for the Golden Gauntlet over and over again and they just get better and better every time. From the top to the bottom, everyone was given a shot at winning the G-2 Heavyweight title from the newly crowned champion, Joe ‘I love my first cousin’ Muddin. I mean ten different opponents…how can the pig-fucker actually overcome those odds? Joe Muddin, you are now the opposite of everything I am about…you live in a trailer park, kiss on your pig, dip Skoal, and drink cheap beer. While the ‘Golden One’ lives in this high rise San Jose studio apartment, drinks the finest alcohol, kisses the most beautiful Latin women, and well…there ain’t no pigs in my lifestyle bro.”

(He smirks once again.)

“Now, Joe Muddin is just the champion…still nine more opponents. Chris West, are there any words I can unleash on you that have not been said before? You have beaten X-Treme Dream, there is no denying that…but you have never stepped foot in the ring with the ‘Golden One’. So the odds are stacked against you there. And well, we know you just lost your Heavyweight title so you are weak at the moment…physically and mentally. I could take the time to pounce on that, but I will hold that for later on. We have six days before the match, no reason to rush everything right now. My opponents from the tag match, Nightmare and Phil Atken, were also lucky enough to weasel their way into the Gauntlet. I already touched on them though, the same thing goes for them whether it be the tag team match or the Gauntlet. My feelings remain the same…they’re below the ‘Golden One’!”

(DeClair takes another gulp from the large gold cup.)

“Kill Crazy, if things go according to plan, by this time, we will be in our third match and one of us will be the Openweight champion…so without a doubt, we will be exhausted. So that does indeed hurt our chances…but with the integrity I have, I doubt the matches will take a physical toll on me. I have done it before…except the matches were far more grueling than this. Two more opponents before I get started on two I have not talked about in quite some time, and that is Dave Bermingham. Another wise ass like Chad Michaels…boy, humor does not impress me. Having midgets parade around for your amusement puts you in the same category as Joe Muddin, just another sick freak. But, got to get your rocks off somehow. Then there is that masked jack ass, Crimson Mask. How long have you been here exactly? Damn sure not long enough to spit out insults to the ’Golden One’…especially try to say I’m going to suffer a golden loss.”

(DeClair lets out a sarcastic laugh.)

“Crimson Mask, seriously, I know you want to walk out to your first Golden Gauntlet and become a Television champion and then go on to win the Gauntlet, but you are nowhere near the level that I am. Being a former Television champion, I know the mental strain that comes with trying to win gold. But Crimson, you are not prepared for a match like this. You are another Brad Goodman, all talk and no walk. If you want to challenge the ‘Golden One’, well…have it your way. But when you get your fate….’DeClaired’….well, you won’t stand a chance in the G-2.”

(He takes one last gulp from the cup and looks down at the ground.)

“The final two challengers that I consider opponents, Duros and Logan Gable. The ‘Future’ and the ‘Orphan’…they have been spending so much time the past month fighting with each other that I doubt either one of them are truly focused on the Gauntlet. But I don’t want to sell them short…because had it not been for Duros and Gable, I would not have pushed myself so hard in the chance to win the ‘Golden Opportunity’. Logan Gable, my hatred for you and your unlimited amount of success is what drove me to push myself so hard at the end of the year. I despised you and everything you stood for…the same goes for Duros, all those times we teamed together in the past, I should have known you were only using me to either take the sick bumps or be the one to help you win the match. Honestly though, no reason to keep on about this. The ‘Golden Gauntlet’ will be right up the ‘Golden One’s alley…Kyle Williams knows that…the entire G-2 staff and roster knows that.”

(There is a knock at the door and DeClair grins from ear to ear. He walks to the door and opens it up. Standing on the other side of the door is DeClair’s new partner in crime, Fnord. He is holding a huge bottle of Grey Goose Vodka.)

Fnord - “Care for some Vodka?”

“Well…of course. It is time to celebrate is it not?”

Fnord - “’Lynch Mob’ is back and better than ever.”

(The two start to laugh out loud.)

“The ‘Golden Gauntlet’ doesn’t stand a chance with ‘Lynch Mob’ in the ring. I just hope everyone knows what they are getting themselves into.”

Fnord - “Let’s pop this bottle and get ready to go out on the town. You got to show me a thing or two about San Jose.”

“Well…if there is one thing the ‘Golden One’ can do, it’s get flashy and shine. Because…right now, I’m gold baby!”

(Once again, the two start laughing as Fnord walks into the studio apartment with the bottle of Grey Goose in hand. Before we fade out, there is another knock at the door. Timothy DeClair looks at Fnord with a puzzled look. Fnord grins that shit eating grin.)

Fnord - “We can’t celebrate by ourselves…”

(DeClair opens the door to unveil two gorgeous women. One blonde and one brunette, and they quickly hug on DeClair. Fnord picks up the handheld camera and focuses on DeClair one last time.)

“G-2...we’ll see you all in Dallas.”

(Fnord then tosses the camera out of the studio apartment and we fade to black. Once again, the same voice from earlier comes over the black screen as the ‘Lynch Mob’ logo flashes.)

Voice Over - “This has been a ‘Lynch Mob’ and ‘Golden One’ production.”

(And once again, gold flakes start to drizzle down the screen.)]]> <![CDATA[GGIII RP]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=928 Mon, 08 Mar 2010 16:02:34 -0700 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=928 Disclaimer for RP : if you go down to the woods today.

All said mentioned characters are fictional and are in no way breaching any rules. Any similarities are purely coincidental so please don’t get your knickers in a twist. Thankyouplease.]]> Disclaimer for RP : if you go down to the woods today.

All said mentioned characters are fictional and are in no way breaching any rules. Any similarities are purely coincidental so please don’t get your knickers in a twist. Thankyouplease.]]> <![CDATA[If you go down to the woods today.]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=927 Mon, 08 Mar 2010 16:00:08 -0700 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=927 The scene opens, we find ourselves in the middle of a forest. The sun’s blinding rays streak through the trees and cause heavy shadows, from one of said shadows a little boy, dressed in tatty clothes with holes in runs into the shot and then with a startled look he darts off behind a tree never to be seen again. We move through the trees and a come across a clearing, there are brightly coloured marquees set up with differently designed flags on top gently swaying in the light breeze. The marquees are positioned in such a way that a large area has been created for some kind of activity to be staged. The place seems to be deserted as there are no signs of anyone around. Then all of a sudden just like a volcano erupting people appear from within the shadows and go about their business. Mini stalls are erected with fruit, wine and random items of clothing for people to purchase. Silly games for fun are scattered around, like throw a ball at the ugly woman, pin the tail on the fat man’s arse, drown the rat and apple or onion. Children run about freely whilst cattle crap as they feel and jesters with bells attached to themselves hop about like fairies on crack. A three legged cat escapes the clutches of a one-eyed white haired old lady before a very small man with very large hands stands on a box in the middle of the large area. With a horn in his possession he takes a deep breath and blows as hard as he can. This signals everyone to stop what he or she is doing and gather around.

I hear by announce that this Gauntlet that is Golden will proceed forth with upon the arrival of the participants who will dual until winner is of one. Welcome to this arena with cheers, boos and laughter the following; Master Philip of Atken, Sir Chad Michaels of Motherfuckery, Joe From Castle Muddin, Friar Fnord, Little Timothy DeClair, Rob The Killer Who Is Crazy, The Man In The Crimson Mask, Nightmare The Third, Lord Logan Gable, The Duke Mikey Duros, Chris From The West and Sir Dave of Bermingham.

Ten midgets make their way out of one particular marquee all dressed in specific ways, Joe From Castle Muddin has a funny moustache and a mullet hair style whereas The Duke Mikey Duros has white face paint on and Sir Chad Michaels of Motherfuckery has two hot big breasted milfs standing either side of him. Sir Dave Of Bermingham appears sporting the finest armour all decorated with the emblem of Wales, the fierce Red Dragon. He can’t contain his delight at his opponents as he breaks down in fits of laughter before wiping away the tears from his eyes. The very small man blows on his horn again. The exciting buzz of people chatting quietens.

The following will take part in first contest of arm wrestle whilst eating as many eggs as they can. Competitor Friar Fnord step forward.

The people cheer for Friar Fnord as he throws small bottles of spirits and tobacco sticks to the people to increase cheering. They are fickle and only cheer because of the free gifts and Friar Fnord is clever.

Ye will face off against.

The people begin to cheer quietly and increase the volume until it’s at a rapturous level. The very small man waves his very large hands in the air in order to silence the people.

Little Timothy DeClair.

The people chat to each other as they are unsure about Little Timothy, Friar Fnord throws some more tobacco sticks in their direction which causes them to boo and throw rotten tomatoes towards Little Timothy DeClair. Two men in brown overalls, much like removal men but a lot dirtier and clearly covered in animal faeces, they carry in a specialise table for the arm wrestling and egg eating. Friar Fnord and Little Timothy DeClair make their way to the table, they both waddle as midgets do and this is much to the amusement of the people. The table has two baskets to which the eggs are placed, these eggs are raw and still have the shells on. The two midgets lock hands, Little Timothy getting a serious rough ride as the rotten tomatoes are still pelted at him. One sweet shot hits him square in the face and the people go crazy. Friar Fnord chuckles to himself until he is hit as well.

Winner shall be first to put opponents hand on table or all eggs are eaten. On the horn ye shall begin.

“HONK”

The two midgets, Friar Fnord and Little Timothy DeClair lock arms and begin to strain for power. Little Timothy has an advantage as he has sausage fingers whereas Friar Fnord has normal hands and this means Friar Fnord’s hand starts to shake and move closer to the table. The people boo loudly as Little Timothy is getting the upper hand, literally. Friar Fnord reaches with his other hand and takes a hold of an egg, he looks at it, licks his lips and then splats it into Little Timothy’s eyes. The people cheer and jump up and down in excitement, Little Timothy tries to remove the egg and its shell from his eyes but Friar Fnord throws another egg into his face causing Little Timothy to be suitably distracted and Friar Fnord to slam his hand down on the table.

Ye winner. Friar Fnord!

The people go crazy and Friar Fnord milks the applause for all it’s worth. Little Timothy DeClair is carted off out of the way... just in time as in runs Master Philip of Atken with a custard pie in his hand. He holds his finger to his lips to hush the crowd and not to spook Friar Fnord. Master Philip spins Friar Fnord around and shoves the custard pie into his face. The people go wild as Friar Fnord staggers and stumbles around before crashing to the floor with help from a kick to the balls from Master Philip.

Friar Fnord has been custard pie’d by Master Philip of Atken! Friar Fnord joins Little Timothy DeClair in the loser corner.

Friar Fnord is surfed through the people like an inflatable beach ball, his pockets are rifled through and the last remaining tobacco sticks he had in his possession are taken and he is discarded like a used tampon.

Master Philip of Atken will progress through to the next round of competition in said Gauntlet that is Golden. He will face The Duke Duros in a mud wrestling fight but now we have Sir Chad Michaels of Motherfuckery to fight against The Man In The Crimson Mask in a tug off.

The Man In The Crimson Mask makes his way from within the people, he raises his arms in the air and roars loudly. He is clubbed on the back of the head by a cabbage which knocks him straight to the floor and this enables Sir Chad Michaels of Motherfuckery to make his way forward still with hot big breasted milfs still on each arm, well not quite his arms because he’s a midget and they are normal sized women. Either way, they are hot. Sir Chad picks up the rope which was lying on the floor, he ties it around The Man In The Crimson Mask’s legs and pulls him past the designated marker and thus winning the competition.

Sir Chad Michaels of Motherfuckery is victorious.

Cabbages and soiled shoes are thrown at Crimson Mask who is now coming too and trying to untie himself but the cabbages are too much and he is again knocked flat out. Sir Chad finishes rubbing his face in the chests of the hot big breasted milfs as a mean of celebrating before walking off into a marquee with The Man In The Crimson Mask being dragged behind.

Next we have...

There is a disturbance amongst the people as a fight has broken out, two midgets, Lord Logan Gable and Nightmare The Third have begun exchanging blows, seemingly over a female midget in a short skirt. The two are properly poking one another with chop sticks and inflicting some dangerous damage before Chris From The West interrupts by knocking both midgets down with a Canadian hockey stick. The people cheer as Chris From The West beats both midgets until they stop moving and then he runs around in a big circle singing the ‘Blame Canada’ song made famous by South Park creators. All of a sudden a hand appears from the ground, it breaks through the mud and grasps Chris From The West’s ankle which shits him up royally. Another hand appears and grabs a hold of Chris’ other ankle, then in one quick move Chris From The West is face first on the floor. Out of the mud crawls The Duke Duros with his white face paint covered in said mud. He gets out and belly flops on top of Chris before he can get the upper hand. The Duke Duros gets to his feet and kicks Chris in the back, much to the pleasure of the people. A loud bang is heard...

“BANG”

Master Philip of Atken comes flying from out of a large cannon and lands on The Duke Duros, flattening him and immobilising him instantly. Atken puts another boot into Chris From The West’s back before dancing round like he’s just got laid for the first time. Sir Chad struts over to Master Philip and they stand face to face, four foot to four foot, they mouth off at each other before exchanging bitch slaps. This excites the people to such an extent that one or two or twelve of them rush towards Master Philip and jump him. Atken doesn’t stand a chance and he is knocked out cold. The people applause the end of Master Philip before the revving of an engine is heard, Joe From Castle Muddin enters riding on a red big wheel. He knocks down the men who jumped Master Philip Of Atken and starts to perform some line dancing and general redneck hick style body popping. Joe From Castle Muddin turns around and...

“BLAM!”

He is bashed in the head by a shield. The shield belongs to Sir Dave Of Bermingham. He stands over the body of Joe, he looks like a giant compared to him as he stares down with a smile on his face. The people are split in two, some boo and some cheer.

The winner and new King of the Gauntlet that is Golden.... Sir... King Dave Of Bermingham!

The very small man with very large hands steps off his box and disappears into the people as they carry on with their day to day lives. Rob The Killer Who Is Crazy is spotted lying on the floor, stuck to his foot is a banana peel, he didn't even get any action, he eliminated himself. The scene closes as the camera leaves the forest. ]]> The scene opens, we find ourselves in the middle of a forest. The sun’s blinding rays streak through the trees and cause heavy shadows, from one of said shadows a little boy, dressed in tatty clothes with holes in runs into the shot and then with a startled look he darts off behind a tree never to be seen again. We move through the trees and a come across a clearing, there are brightly coloured marquees set up with differently designed flags on top gently swaying in the light breeze. The marquees are positioned in such a way that a large area has been created for some kind of activity to be staged. The place seems to be deserted as there are no signs of anyone around. Then all of a sudden just like a volcano erupting people appear from within the shadows and go about their business. Mini stalls are erected with fruit, wine and random items of clothing for people to purchase. Silly games for fun are scattered around, like throw a ball at the ugly woman, pin the tail on the fat man’s arse, drown the rat and apple or onion. Children run about freely whilst cattle crap as they feel and jesters with bells attached to themselves hop about like fairies on crack. A three legged cat escapes the clutches of a one-eyed white haired old lady before a very small man with very large hands stands on a box in the middle of the large area. With a horn in his possession he takes a deep breath and blows as hard as he can. This signals everyone to stop what he or she is doing and gather around.

I hear by announce that this Gauntlet that is Golden will proceed forth with upon the arrival of the participants who will dual until winner is of one. Welcome to this arena with cheers, boos and laughter the following; Master Philip of Atken, Sir Chad Michaels of Motherfuckery, Joe From Castle Muddin, Friar Fnord, Little Timothy DeClair, Rob The Killer Who Is Crazy, The Man In The Crimson Mask, Nightmare The Third, Lord Logan Gable, The Duke Mikey Duros, Chris From The West and Sir Dave of Bermingham.

Ten midgets make their way out of one particular marquee all dressed in specific ways, Joe From Castle Muddin has a funny moustache and a mullet hair style whereas The Duke Mikey Duros has white face paint on and Sir Chad Michaels of Motherfuckery has two hot big breasted milfs standing either side of him. Sir Dave Of Bermingham appears sporting the finest armour all decorated with the emblem of Wales, the fierce Red Dragon. He can’t contain his delight at his opponents as he breaks down in fits of laughter before wiping away the tears from his eyes. The very small man blows on his horn again. The exciting buzz of people chatting quietens.

The following will take part in first contest of arm wrestle whilst eating as many eggs as they can. Competitor Friar Fnord step forward.

The people cheer for Friar Fnord as he throws small bottles of spirits and tobacco sticks to the people to increase cheering. They are fickle and only cheer because of the free gifts and Friar Fnord is clever.

Ye will face off against.

The people begin to cheer quietly and increase the volume until it’s at a rapturous level. The very small man waves his very large hands in the air in order to silence the people.

Little Timothy DeClair.

The people chat to each other as they are unsure about Little Timothy, Friar Fnord throws some more tobacco sticks in their direction which causes them to boo and throw rotten tomatoes towards Little Timothy DeClair. Two men in brown overalls, much like removal men but a lot dirtier and clearly covered in animal faeces, they carry in a specialise table for the arm wrestling and egg eating. Friar Fnord and Little Timothy DeClair make their way to the table, they both waddle as midgets do and this is much to the amusement of the people. The table has two baskets to which the eggs are placed, these eggs are raw and still have the shells on. The two midgets lock hands, Little Timothy getting a serious rough ride as the rotten tomatoes are still pelted at him. One sweet shot hits him square in the face and the people go crazy. Friar Fnord chuckles to himself until he is hit as well.

Winner shall be first to put opponents hand on table or all eggs are eaten. On the horn ye shall begin.

“HONK”

The two midgets, Friar Fnord and Little Timothy DeClair lock arms and begin to strain for power. Little Timothy has an advantage as he has sausage fingers whereas Friar Fnord has normal hands and this means Friar Fnord’s hand starts to shake and move closer to the table. The people boo loudly as Little Timothy is getting the upper hand, literally. Friar Fnord reaches with his other hand and takes a hold of an egg, he looks at it, licks his lips and then splats it into Little Timothy’s eyes. The people cheer and jump up and down in excitement, Little Timothy tries to remove the egg and its shell from his eyes but Friar Fnord throws another egg into his face causing Little Timothy to be suitably distracted and Friar Fnord to slam his hand down on the table.

Ye winner. Friar Fnord!

The people go crazy and Friar Fnord milks the applause for all it’s worth. Little Timothy DeClair is carted off out of the way... just in time as in runs Master Philip of Atken with a custard pie in his hand. He holds his finger to his lips to hush the crowd and not to spook Friar Fnord. Master Philip spins Friar Fnord around and shoves the custard pie into his face. The people go wild as Friar Fnord staggers and stumbles around before crashing to the floor with help from a kick to the balls from Master Philip.

Friar Fnord has been custard pie’d by Master Philip of Atken! Friar Fnord joins Little Timothy DeClair in the loser corner.

Friar Fnord is surfed through the people like an inflatable beach ball, his pockets are rifled through and the last remaining tobacco sticks he had in his possession are taken and he is discarded like a used tampon.

Master Philip of Atken will progress through to the next round of competition in said Gauntlet that is Golden. He will face The Duke Duros in a mud wrestling fight but now we have Sir Chad Michaels of Motherfuckery to fight against The Man In The Crimson Mask in a tug off.

The Man In The Crimson Mask makes his way from within the people, he raises his arms in the air and roars loudly. He is clubbed on the back of the head by a cabbage which knocks him straight to the floor and this enables Sir Chad Michaels of Motherfuckery to make his way forward still with hot big breasted milfs still on each arm, well not quite his arms because he’s a midget and they are normal sized women. Either way, they are hot. Sir Chad picks up the rope which was lying on the floor, he ties it around The Man In The Crimson Mask’s legs and pulls him past the designated marker and thus winning the competition.

Sir Chad Michaels of Motherfuckery is victorious.

Cabbages and soiled shoes are thrown at Crimson Mask who is now coming too and trying to untie himself but the cabbages are too much and he is again knocked flat out. Sir Chad finishes rubbing his face in the chests of the hot big breasted milfs as a mean of celebrating before walking off into a marquee with The Man In The Crimson Mask being dragged behind.

Next we have...

There is a disturbance amongst the people as a fight has broken out, two midgets, Lord Logan Gable and Nightmare The Third have begun exchanging blows, seemingly over a female midget in a short skirt. The two are properly poking one another with chop sticks and inflicting some dangerous damage before Chris From The West interrupts by knocking both midgets down with a Canadian hockey stick. The people cheer as Chris From The West beats both midgets until they stop moving and then he runs around in a big circle singing the ‘Blame Canada’ song made famous by South Park creators. All of a sudden a hand appears from the ground, it breaks through the mud and grasps Chris From The West’s ankle which shits him up royally. Another hand appears and grabs a hold of Chris’ other ankle, then in one quick move Chris From The West is face first on the floor. Out of the mud crawls The Duke Duros with his white face paint covered in said mud. He gets out and belly flops on top of Chris before he can get the upper hand. The Duke Duros gets to his feet and kicks Chris in the back, much to the pleasure of the people. A loud bang is heard...

“BANG”

Master Philip of Atken comes flying from out of a large cannon and lands on The Duke Duros, flattening him and immobilising him instantly. Atken puts another boot into Chris From The West’s back before dancing round like he’s just got laid for the first time. Sir Chad struts over to Master Philip and they stand face to face, four foot to four foot, they mouth off at each other before exchanging bitch slaps. This excites the people to such an extent that one or two or twelve of them rush towards Master Philip and jump him. Atken doesn’t stand a chance and he is knocked out cold. The people applause the end of Master Philip before the revving of an engine is heard, Joe From Castle Muddin enters riding on a red big wheel. He knocks down the men who jumped Master Philip Of Atken and starts to perform some line dancing and general redneck hick style body popping. Joe From Castle Muddin turns around and...

“BLAM!”

He is bashed in the head by a shield. The shield belongs to Sir Dave Of Bermingham. He stands over the body of Joe, he looks like a giant compared to him as he stares down with a smile on his face. The people are split in two, some boo and some cheer.

The winner and new King of the Gauntlet that is Golden.... Sir... King Dave Of Bermingham!

The very small man with very large hands steps off his box and disappears into the people as they carry on with their day to day lives. Rob The Killer Who Is Crazy is spotted lying on the floor, stuck to his foot is a banana peel, he didn't even get any action, he eliminated himself. The scene closes as the camera leaves the forest. ]]> <![CDATA[Legends Online Interactive Wrestling (LOIW)]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=926 Mon, 08 Mar 2010 05:53:30 -0700 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=926 [Image: LOefed-3.jpg]

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[Image: LOefed-3.jpg]]]> <![CDATA[The Last Match??]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=925 Sun, 07 Mar 2010 21:03:55 -0700 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=925 Voice: You got to be fucking kidding me..

[You’re looking at the Hardcore Legend, “Insane” Chris West going though the rubble that was known as the G-2 Studio. Its about six in the evening as the sun is slowly starting to make its decent. Night is slowly appearing. West reaches down and picks up a piece of the G-2 Logo that used to hang off the building]

Insane: We should always be looking forward. But, do we find time to actually stop and show what this building and the fans within it meant to the G-2, and its legacy?? What happened to the respect?

[West is wearing a G-2 t-shirt, and blue jeans as he slowly turns within the rubble and looks towards the camera. West has a sad, but at the same time a pissed off look on his face, and within his eyes]

Insane: Our home.. Our damn home is destroyed.

[West looks at the piece of G-2 Logo that is within his hands. West shows it to the lens of the camera]

Insane: This is only a small piece of history this building. But, without this building there wouldn’t have ever been a G-2. There would have never been events such as The Golden Gauntlet. We would have never seen G-2 Champs such as Duros, The Franchise, Logan Gable, Nick Maggio, Joe Muddin, nor me. Without this building G-2 wouldn’t have been able to survive with the budget we had to work with. So how do you show this building its respect Williams?? You destroy it. No, you don’t find away to keep the building open in hopes G-2 could ever do a homecoming. You don’t even show the hard working fans from Galveston the respect they have earned over the years in supporting our small fed slowly growing into what they see today.

[West carefully slowly begins to move away from the rubble that used to the G-2 Studio. West is still holding onto his little piece of history. His small reminder of the past two years and everything he’s done within this place. West keeps looking into the camera]

Insane: Have it the Hardcore Granny, who you saw fit to mock actually showed up to every show we ever put on. Her little bit of money she spend weekly on our shows, T-shirts, drinks, and everything else we’ve tried to sell gave you the money to keep this place moving forward. Without her devotion to G-2 where would be right now? Now, she is only one single women. But, there where many just like her. Have it be the guys in the wheelchairs who’s only outings where showing up on Friday nights to watch Full Throttle. Have it be the young families who couldn’t afford to go see the Dallas Stars, or the Cowboys play live would take there kids to the G-2 Studio to watch some pro wrestling. And What do you do Williams?? You slapped some of our most loyal fans across the face. You with your actions told them there devotion and them being fans of our product is meaningless. We’re going to grow our company at the same time telling them they are unneeded.

[West takes a deep breath of air as he keeps looking into the lens of the camera. There is only a couple white clouds up in the sky. West keeps look into the lens of the camera as he keeps cutting his heart felt promo]

Insane: That was pretty heartless.. Even for you Williams. Maybe its cause I’m nearly forty years old and I’ve been doing this for fifteen years. I respect a little thing called tradition. The G-2 Studio isn’t just apart of the G-2 tradition, if done right the G-2 Studio could have been traditional.

[West seems to slowly get fired up]

Insane: You know what??

[West cracks a smile as the fire within him begins to burn brighter]

Insane: Showing the lack of respect for this place like you did has lighten a fire under my fatass. It has given me another reason to walk into Dallas for the Golden Gauntlet . Now to just give the G-2 Fans one more great night.. As lets face it. The Golden Gauntlet could possibly be my last match for awhile.. Hell.. Even forever. But, with you being an even asshole that you are.. You’ve given me another reason to win back the G-2 Heavyweight Championship. That’s to make sure the tradition, and the legacy of what G-2 means and stands for doesn’t die and fade into the darkness as the G-2 grows.

[West gets even closer in front of the camera. West takes another deep breath of air as he keeps cutting his promo]

Insane: I’ve been apart of the G-2 since the first ever show. Hell, if I’m not mistaken I even in the main event of the first show. I’ve crawled my way up the ladder here in G-2 doing things everyone told me I couldn’t do. What.. I couldn’t pin Duros on the first ever G-2 Supershow? What did I do?? What.. I couldn’t beat Ken Fuqua for the G-2 Heavyweight Championship?? Former Champ.. Bitch!! I’m too old to keep up with the young up and coming talent who show up weekly though the G-2 Studio doors with a chip on there shoulder. How many of these young kids are still with us?. They couldn’t handle the fans within what used to be this building. But, I did. I won them over with hard work, and a never say die attitude. I stopped listening to the haters and doubters and done everything they say I couldn’t do. Who actually thought I would still be here after two years? I went from being the most hated and annoying man in the locker room to only three months ago beating Ken Fuqua for the G-2 Heavyweight Championship, and becoming the heart and soul of G-2. If everything goes my way.. Man, I pray.. If everything goes my way.. I’ll walk out of the Golden Gauntlet holding the G-2 Heavyweight Championship above my head once again.

[West cracks another smile]

Insane: I hear them.. Hell, I hear you Williams. There is no way I can over come the odds and beat ten men and walk out of the Heavyweight Champ. I hear the rumblings from the locker room that there is no way I can keep up with the younger, and more talented Joe Muddin. I’ve made a career over the past fifteen years doing just one thing, and that’s over coming the odds and shutting people up.

[West puts the little piece of the G-2 Studio down onto the ground. As he moves even closer towards the lens of the camera]

Insane: Let’s be honest. There isn’t many men around anymore who can say they been doing this for over fifteen years without being serious hurt or moving onto Hollywood. Hollywood hasn’t come knocking yet, nor have I’ve seriously hurt myself. The Chair shots, and the many insane bumps I’ve taken isn’t going to help. I’m lucky to still be able to walk and talk. I’m lucky to be able to form compete sentences. This is why I must put a limit on my career. Its why if I’m unable to over come the odds.. Just one more time. I’m going to go home and begin to think about retirement.. I can hear the snickering now. I’ve threatened and went home more times then the famous Texan who shell remain nameless in this promo. This could be it. After fifteen years I think I could be finally ready to let all go.

[West stops and pulls out his wallet. He pulls out a small picture]

Insane: I got kids and a wife back at home.. [/color]

[West shows the picture towards the camera. You see a couple Boys, and a wife who looks someone like Danielle Fishel.. You know, Topanga from boy meets world. West puts the picture away and doesn’t speak nor talk about Boy meets world. He just keeps going on with his promo]

Insane: They Kids only get to see me on TV and when I’m lucky enough not to be booked. Even Thought I’ve always put my career first.. If I don’t walk out the Golden Gauntlet with the championship.. Its time to start thinking about my family first. Its time to start thinking about being able to play catch with the kids. Going to there school plays, and sporting events. Trying to give them the small enough of push as I can towards there dreams without seeing pushy. Time to become a father to my kids unlike my own father did for me is slowly appearing.

[West stops and thinks for a second. He seems puzzled. He asks a question]

Insane: What is worst?? A Father who you can see weekly on tv, or a father who you don’t even know who is alive? At least with the father who could be dead lets you move on, and you don’t need to wish and hope for the day that mother fucking drug addict shows up at your door step saying.. Surprise I’m alive.. Got any money?? What is worst if having a father cutting a promo about wanting to be a better father but is trying to reclaim his G-2 Heavyweight Championship without then knowing I’m really doing this for them. One more big pay check. Even thought at my old age I’m putting my heath and life on the line every time I enter into that ring, I do it for you two. I do it so you have a big roof over your head.. Good and healthy food in your bellies, and Canucks Jerseys on your backs. My bank account is never full enough. But, I’m getting to the point that I can live without ever worrying about money. Its either walking out as Champ or daddy is coming home. To where I will let you two answer the question.. Do I finally retire.. Or do I come back for one more run?

[West backs away from the camera and picks up the little piece of G-2 Studio as he looks back into the lens of the camera. You slowly begin to see the sun setting in the background over the G-2 Studio]

Insane: This could be it. Does my career fade away in the sunset like the G-2 Studio?? Or can I over come the odds yet again and be able to run around with the young kids one more time? I guess we’ll find out in a week from now… March Fourteenth.. Live on Pay Pre View.... Live from Johnson Arena in Dallas. Find away a way to watch the The Golden Gauntlet. Have it be in a Bar, on the internet, or on TV. You want to find out if I over come the odds yet again and walk out the two time G-2 Heavyweight Champion.. Or if I walk out a man who finally knows its time to go home. Only way you’ll get to know is to watch the Pay Pre View!!! The Golden Gauntlet folks.. The Golden Gauntlet.. I’ll see you all on the Fourteenth!!

[West walks out of the frame of the camera. As the Sun slowly fades away as a darkness falls over the destroyed G-2 Studio. Everything fades to black] ]]> Voice: You got to be fucking kidding me..

[You’re looking at the Hardcore Legend, “Insane” Chris West going though the rubble that was known as the G-2 Studio. Its about six in the evening as the sun is slowly starting to make its decent. Night is slowly appearing. West reaches down and picks up a piece of the G-2 Logo that used to hang off the building]

Insane: We should always be looking forward. But, do we find time to actually stop and show what this building and the fans within it meant to the G-2, and its legacy?? What happened to the respect?

[West is wearing a G-2 t-shirt, and blue jeans as he slowly turns within the rubble and looks towards the camera. West has a sad, but at the same time a pissed off look on his face, and within his eyes]

Insane: Our home.. Our damn home is destroyed.

[West looks at the piece of G-2 Logo that is within his hands. West shows it to the lens of the camera]

Insane: This is only a small piece of history this building. But, without this building there wouldn’t have ever been a G-2. There would have never been events such as The Golden Gauntlet. We would have never seen G-2 Champs such as Duros, The Franchise, Logan Gable, Nick Maggio, Joe Muddin, nor me. Without this building G-2 wouldn’t have been able to survive with the budget we had to work with. So how do you show this building its respect Williams?? You destroy it. No, you don’t find away to keep the building open in hopes G-2 could ever do a homecoming. You don’t even show the hard working fans from Galveston the respect they have earned over the years in supporting our small fed slowly growing into what they see today.

[West carefully slowly begins to move away from the rubble that used to the G-2 Studio. West is still holding onto his little piece of history. His small reminder of the past two years and everything he’s done within this place. West keeps looking into the camera]

Insane: Have it the Hardcore Granny, who you saw fit to mock actually showed up to every show we ever put on. Her little bit of money she spend weekly on our shows, T-shirts, drinks, and everything else we’ve tried to sell gave you the money to keep this place moving forward. Without her devotion to G-2 where would be right now? Now, she is only one single women. But, there where many just like her. Have it be the guys in the wheelchairs who’s only outings where showing up on Friday nights to watch Full Throttle. Have it be the young families who couldn’t afford to go see the Dallas Stars, or the Cowboys play live would take there kids to the G-2 Studio to watch some pro wrestling. And What do you do Williams?? You slapped some of our most loyal fans across the face. You with your actions told them there devotion and them being fans of our product is meaningless. We’re going to grow our company at the same time telling them they are unneeded.

[West takes a deep breath of air as he keeps looking into the lens of the camera. There is only a couple white clouds up in the sky. West keeps look into the lens of the camera as he keeps cutting his heart felt promo]

Insane: That was pretty heartless.. Even for you Williams. Maybe its cause I’m nearly forty years old and I’ve been doing this for fifteen years. I respect a little thing called tradition. The G-2 Studio isn’t just apart of the G-2 tradition, if done right the G-2 Studio could have been traditional.

[West seems to slowly get fired up]

Insane: You know what??

[West cracks a smile as the fire within him begins to burn brighter]

Insane: Showing the lack of respect for this place like you did has lighten a fire under my fatass. It has given me another reason to walk into Dallas for the Golden Gauntlet . Now to just give the G-2 Fans one more great night.. As lets face it. The Golden Gauntlet could possibly be my last match for awhile.. Hell.. Even forever. But, with you being an even asshole that you are.. You’ve given me another reason to win back the G-2 Heavyweight Championship. That’s to make sure the tradition, and the legacy of what G-2 means and stands for doesn’t die and fade into the darkness as the G-2 grows.

[West gets even closer in front of the camera. West takes another deep breath of air as he keeps cutting his promo]

Insane: I’ve been apart of the G-2 since the first ever show. Hell, if I’m not mistaken I even in the main event of the first show. I’ve crawled my way up the ladder here in G-2 doing things everyone told me I couldn’t do. What.. I couldn’t pin Duros on the first ever G-2 Supershow? What did I do?? What.. I couldn’t beat Ken Fuqua for the G-2 Heavyweight Championship?? Former Champ.. Bitch!! I’m too old to keep up with the young up and coming talent who show up weekly though the G-2 Studio doors with a chip on there shoulder. How many of these young kids are still with us?. They couldn’t handle the fans within what used to be this building. But, I did. I won them over with hard work, and a never say die attitude. I stopped listening to the haters and doubters and done everything they say I couldn’t do. Who actually thought I would still be here after two years? I went from being the most hated and annoying man in the locker room to only three months ago beating Ken Fuqua for the G-2 Heavyweight Championship, and becoming the heart and soul of G-2. If everything goes my way.. Man, I pray.. If everything goes my way.. I’ll walk out of the Golden Gauntlet holding the G-2 Heavyweight Championship above my head once again.

[West cracks another smile]

Insane: I hear them.. Hell, I hear you Williams. There is no way I can over come the odds and beat ten men and walk out of the Heavyweight Champ. I hear the rumblings from the locker room that there is no way I can keep up with the younger, and more talented Joe Muddin. I’ve made a career over the past fifteen years doing just one thing, and that’s over coming the odds and shutting people up.

[West puts the little piece of the G-2 Studio down onto the ground. As he moves even closer towards the lens of the camera]

Insane: Let’s be honest. There isn’t many men around anymore who can say they been doing this for over fifteen years without being serious hurt or moving onto Hollywood. Hollywood hasn’t come knocking yet, nor have I’ve seriously hurt myself. The Chair shots, and the many insane bumps I’ve taken isn’t going to help. I’m lucky to still be able to walk and talk. I’m lucky to be able to form compete sentences. This is why I must put a limit on my career. Its why if I’m unable to over come the odds.. Just one more time. I’m going to go home and begin to think about retirement.. I can hear the snickering now. I’ve threatened and went home more times then the famous Texan who shell remain nameless in this promo. This could be it. After fifteen years I think I could be finally ready to let all go.

[West stops and pulls out his wallet. He pulls out a small picture]

Insane: I got kids and a wife back at home.. [/color]

[West shows the picture towards the camera. You see a couple Boys, and a wife who looks someone like Danielle Fishel.. You know, Topanga from boy meets world. West puts the picture away and doesn’t speak nor talk about Boy meets world. He just keeps going on with his promo]

Insane: They Kids only get to see me on TV and when I’m lucky enough not to be booked. Even Thought I’ve always put my career first.. If I don’t walk out the Golden Gauntlet with the championship.. Its time to start thinking about my family first. Its time to start thinking about being able to play catch with the kids. Going to there school plays, and sporting events. Trying to give them the small enough of push as I can towards there dreams without seeing pushy. Time to become a father to my kids unlike my own father did for me is slowly appearing.

[West stops and thinks for a second. He seems puzzled. He asks a question]

Insane: What is worst?? A Father who you can see weekly on tv, or a father who you don’t even know who is alive? At least with the father who could be dead lets you move on, and you don’t need to wish and hope for the day that mother fucking drug addict shows up at your door step saying.. Surprise I’m alive.. Got any money?? What is worst if having a father cutting a promo about wanting to be a better father but is trying to reclaim his G-2 Heavyweight Championship without then knowing I’m really doing this for them. One more big pay check. Even thought at my old age I’m putting my heath and life on the line every time I enter into that ring, I do it for you two. I do it so you have a big roof over your head.. Good and healthy food in your bellies, and Canucks Jerseys on your backs. My bank account is never full enough. But, I’m getting to the point that I can live without ever worrying about money. Its either walking out as Champ or daddy is coming home. To where I will let you two answer the question.. Do I finally retire.. Or do I come back for one more run?

[West backs away from the camera and picks up the little piece of G-2 Studio as he looks back into the lens of the camera. You slowly begin to see the sun setting in the background over the G-2 Studio]

Insane: This could be it. Does my career fade away in the sunset like the G-2 Studio?? Or can I over come the odds yet again and be able to run around with the young kids one more time? I guess we’ll find out in a week from now… March Fourteenth.. Live on Pay Pre View.... Live from Johnson Arena in Dallas. Find away a way to watch the The Golden Gauntlet. Have it be in a Bar, on the internet, or on TV. You want to find out if I over come the odds yet again and walk out the two time G-2 Heavyweight Champion.. Or if I walk out a man who finally knows its time to go home. Only way you’ll get to know is to watch the Pay Pre View!!! The Golden Gauntlet folks.. The Golden Gauntlet.. I’ll see you all on the Fourteenth!!

[West walks out of the frame of the camera. As the Sun slowly fades away as a darkness falls over the destroyed G-2 Studio. Everything fades to black] ]]> <![CDATA[Go Fuck Yourselves.]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=924 Sun, 07 Mar 2010 12:18:51 -0700 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=924 (Looking in we see that we are standing outside what appears to be Madison Square Garden. As we look on we see people rushing by as it appears to be around late afternoon. As the camera pans around we see a shadowy figure standing underneath the Marquee sign. As we get in closer we see that it is Crimson Mask. As he stands there all alone we see that he is wearing a black tank that has the words Pain in red letters. He is also wearing black wind pants. His mask is always on. He stands there for a few minutes in the shadows just watching people pass by in the buys NY streets. After a few moments he looks at the camera and cracks a half hearted smile.)

” Look at them all busy all rushing to get home after a hard days work. They don’t even know what it is there rushing for they just do it because its part of there every day routine.”

(Mask continues to look out from the shadows and stairs.)

” Yeah they all remind me of the same thing Pawns. You see in a way these people are just like wrestlers. We all rush and rush to get to were we want to be in our careers but we don’t know why were rushing to get there. And worse yet we don’t know what to do with ourselves when we get there. I mean we all strive to get to the top of our respective Feds and when we get there we have no clue what to do with all that fame and glory we have built up. So we squander it away. We take it for granted and we fuck it all up. Show me a champion and I will show you a failure in the end.”

(Mask looks down for a moment as he seems to be searching for answers.)

” Now in saying that you also have to realize this. For every failure for every fall of that mountain there is a success for its not how you fall from the top its how you get your ass back up and how you climb your way back to the top that really matters.”

( Mask continues to look out at the passers by as he does he smiles.)

” I only speak of this because I am one of the few that have risen to the top of this profession to only take it for granted and fall down the mountain. But you see my fall was a hard one hell it was the worst of its kind. You see because not only did I lose my title but in the end ultimately I lost my fed. Now I stand here before you a new man. The question now is now that I have surfaced here in the G-2 how do I react to my fall? Do I sulk and give up? Or do I pull myself up and start that climb all over again. Like I did once before. Do I do what so many others couldn’t and admit I was wrong? Or do I give in like they did?”

(Mask continues to stand there. Still just looking out from the shadows. No one recognizes him because no one sees him in the shadows.)

” Those are questions only I can answer. And to be honest right now I don’t have that answer. I don’t know the way this will all end. You see only time will tell that. Can I rise up above it all and make my way back to the top? Hell I don’t know alls I can say right now is I will do my damndest to try and get there. Now I know this is new ground for me. Hell I have never ventured out of the confines of the CCW. But one has to know this. Inside those walls I honed my skills. I learned all that I could from some of the best. And all that knowledge I learned from that place I am taking with me to this place. You see my legacy is not etched in stone not yet. But it will be and it starts for me in the G-2 against ten other fine competitors.”

( Mask hangs his head for a moment. As he does he says nothing at first he then looks back up with his chest moving up and down. He’s apparently laughing.)

” That’s right I said Fine competitors. Everyone one of these men brings a unique ability of his own to that ring. Everyone of these men bring a certain desire to want to be here. Hell if they didn’t they wouldn’t even be in this match would they. Every one of them wanting to make an impact. And I am no different it that regard. But I do differ in other ways. You see just as you have watched most of them fight so far I have done the same. Yeah I have sat back and seen them all”

(Mask then leans back against the wall in the shadow of MSG and apparently laughs silently even more.)

” Well its simple really. You see I was scouting my competition. Biding my time if you will. To see who the real threats were. And believe me I never in my life thought I would cause this much of a stir. I mean come on boys I haven’t even really spoken a word yet and alls we here about is Mask has not a fan club like Dave B. Mask isn’t the favorite to win this thing. All kinds of people talking bout little old me…and all talking shit about that too….”

( Mask stands up and cracks his fists.)
He stands there thinking of who to speak of first. He then smiles again.)


” Ok I have an idea let me touch on those that haven’t spoken yet, which is probably everyone except Nightmare. Now its time we all forge ahead a new future. It is a new beginning for all of us. So you people step into this match with the same goals as I, I am sure. So bring whatever it is you have and lets see if I cant beat your asses again for future time sakes.”

( Mask laughs and shakes his head at the camera for a moment. As he does people continue to pass by not noticing him at all in the shadows.)

” lets move on to those I have heard talk on the backstage about me that I know they know absolutely nothing about me. You talk about how I have a fan. Is that Awesumo? Wow, did he really get it that he’s my illegitimate child and that I’ve been fucking his mom, his sister , his best friend and his girlfriend all this time? Is that why he’s my fan? Wow I must say you might have beat up my only one. You see I am not what you people might call always the most popular guy around.

I fight and feed of emotion. That emotion can hurt me as much as help me. You see some of you seem to think you’re all big men because you can beat up an old granny fan. Your not that fan he pays your dam check. That fan he pays my dam check. I never tell the fans who to like and not like. You see, people, for all your interest in me you will have no problems learning first hand just what I am all about come the golden gauntlet you will see that I am not just some fan you can beat up. You will see that you cant beat me.”

(Mask probably gives an evil look at the camera for a moment.)

” Now onto the next now it all. Yeah I am talking to you Dave B. Are you full of yourself Dave. Do you think you have what it takes to beat me? Hell maybe you do but I doubt it. I think your just some little kid who had a dream and now your going to come face to face with that dream. And when you step in that ring with me. Your dream well it will turn into your nightmare trust me.”

( Mask again gives that probable evil grin)

” Look at all these people they make me laugh. But I digress on to the next monkey on the list. “Nightmare” now before we go any further what kind of name is this. What do you think your in the ”Elms Street” Series? do you think you can crawl into people’s dreams and kill them while they are asleep? Man I have an idea for your stupid ass why don’t you go imitate a tree and leave. Or better yet go imitate your dick and piss off. Hell I don’t care what you do but while your at it get a better dam gimmick because this one sucks. Enough said about you.”

( Mask just laughs as he stands in the shadows)

” OK now about Mr. Timothy Declair . Thanks for the dreamy story you are giving us but trust me it wont matter in the end. You will loose there just isn’t any way around it. And as for your ‘Golden One” what are you the “Golden one” of. Are you the golden choice to loose this match. Are you the next Golden boy? I mean come on how many people try to call themselves the Golden One just to fail. Once again so many trying to be something there not. Another person to scared to just be themselves. You people seem to like to underestimate me, you people keep doing that Golden boy and Nightmare shit and you will see in the end just how easy it isn’t to beat me.”

( Mask runs his hands through his mask for a moment. As he does he looks around to see the people still walking by.)


” Now who is left. Oh yeah Chad Michaels .My title shot , the opening match, whatever the fuck that is. The so called icon or whatever he called himself, has not even spoken a word. He’s probably waiting for me to say the first word and feed off of that for his promo. I have these motherfucking shitfuckers who have graduated of the feeder program. They do nothing original and just wait for their opponent to speak first.

Hey Michaels how is it going? You are by far the stupidest fuck in this match and it does take a lot to take that title of of me! You talk and you talk yet you have no idea what you usually talk about. You will probably say that you’ve got the title and you don’t even know me and you will probably ask who the fuck I am.

Well, I am Me. Crimson Mask. You got one title I got numerous ones over and over again. I was a two time CCW Triple Crown Champion.

( Mask stops for a moment and pulls out a picture. As he does he holds it up in the picture we see Mask with a title around his waste.)

” Um , Impact, bad news for you my friend but that is the CCW World title Around my waist. You see dumbass check the records I was CCW World Champ at one point, that’s the Triple Crown Title for you, I can spell it for you too, if you don’t know how to. I can spell it in English and I am a Japanese, that to show how much of a dumbfuck you are.

Anyway not only was I the champ I pinned the unbeatable.

To get that title. Ask any member of the CCW, they remember the night I won that title well. Go ahead if you have the guts you stupid bitch ask them. Now , Chad, that I have proven your full of shit what else do I say. Look into my eyes ,l you have no chance back out why you can. Hell Leave now. Save your self the embarrassment of having your ass handed to you by me. And you can walk away now with your head held high.

There is no shame in that it’s a simple fact of life there are those that can win and those that cant. I can the question now is can any of you, in any of the matches, do anything to stop me. Its all out there all on the line now let’s see who makes that impact. Lets see who seizes the moment this time.”


( Mask goes to walk away but as he does he turns back around and stares directly into the camera )

” Now as for the matches and the show’s name. This “Golden gauntlet” thing should be called “Go fuck yourself Match”. What I cant live with is being thrown into a match with other talented yet feeble minded wrestlers. You see the way I see it its just a way for the upper echelon in this Fed like the Joe Muddin’s and Logan Gable’s to name a few to get a kick out of watching us beat the hell out of each other.

And if it were just that I would say ok but I know its more then that. I think it’s a pathetic idea but I will fight because I don’t back down from any fight. But in terms of the so called established superstars around here. Head these words. No threats just this when all is said and done and the dust settles. You my friends can go FUCK YOURSELFS and if you don’t like it boys and girls then I am not a hard man to find do something about it.”


( As Mask says that he turns and walks away as the camera fades out)]]> (Looking in we see that we are standing outside what appears to be Madison Square Garden. As we look on we see people rushing by as it appears to be around late afternoon. As the camera pans around we see a shadowy figure standing underneath the Marquee sign. As we get in closer we see that it is Crimson Mask. As he stands there all alone we see that he is wearing a black tank that has the words Pain in red letters. He is also wearing black wind pants. His mask is always on. He stands there for a few minutes in the shadows just watching people pass by in the buys NY streets. After a few moments he looks at the camera and cracks a half hearted smile.)

” Look at them all busy all rushing to get home after a hard days work. They don’t even know what it is there rushing for they just do it because its part of there every day routine.”

(Mask continues to look out from the shadows and stairs.)

” Yeah they all remind me of the same thing Pawns. You see in a way these people are just like wrestlers. We all rush and rush to get to were we want to be in our careers but we don’t know why were rushing to get there. And worse yet we don’t know what to do with ourselves when we get there. I mean we all strive to get to the top of our respective Feds and when we get there we have no clue what to do with all that fame and glory we have built up. So we squander it away. We take it for granted and we fuck it all up. Show me a champion and I will show you a failure in the end.”

(Mask looks down for a moment as he seems to be searching for answers.)

” Now in saying that you also have to realize this. For every failure for every fall of that mountain there is a success for its not how you fall from the top its how you get your ass back up and how you climb your way back to the top that really matters.”

( Mask continues to look out at the passers by as he does he smiles.)

” I only speak of this because I am one of the few that have risen to the top of this profession to only take it for granted and fall down the mountain. But you see my fall was a hard one hell it was the worst of its kind. You see because not only did I lose my title but in the end ultimately I lost my fed. Now I stand here before you a new man. The question now is now that I have surfaced here in the G-2 how do I react to my fall? Do I sulk and give up? Or do I pull myself up and start that climb all over again. Like I did once before. Do I do what so many others couldn’t and admit I was wrong? Or do I give in like they did?”

(Mask continues to stand there. Still just looking out from the shadows. No one recognizes him because no one sees him in the shadows.)

” Those are questions only I can answer. And to be honest right now I don’t have that answer. I don’t know the way this will all end. You see only time will tell that. Can I rise up above it all and make my way back to the top? Hell I don’t know alls I can say right now is I will do my damndest to try and get there. Now I know this is new ground for me. Hell I have never ventured out of the confines of the CCW. But one has to know this. Inside those walls I honed my skills. I learned all that I could from some of the best. And all that knowledge I learned from that place I am taking with me to this place. You see my legacy is not etched in stone not yet. But it will be and it starts for me in the G-2 against ten other fine competitors.”

( Mask hangs his head for a moment. As he does he says nothing at first he then looks back up with his chest moving up and down. He’s apparently laughing.)

” That’s right I said Fine competitors. Everyone one of these men brings a unique ability of his own to that ring. Everyone of these men bring a certain desire to want to be here. Hell if they didn’t they wouldn’t even be in this match would they. Every one of them wanting to make an impact. And I am no different it that regard. But I do differ in other ways. You see just as you have watched most of them fight so far I have done the same. Yeah I have sat back and seen them all”

(Mask then leans back against the wall in the shadow of MSG and apparently laughs silently even more.)

” Well its simple really. You see I was scouting my competition. Biding my time if you will. To see who the real threats were. And believe me I never in my life thought I would cause this much of a stir. I mean come on boys I haven’t even really spoken a word yet and alls we here about is Mask has not a fan club like Dave B. Mask isn’t the favorite to win this thing. All kinds of people talking bout little old me…and all talking shit about that too….”

( Mask stands up and cracks his fists.)
He stands there thinking of who to speak of first. He then smiles again.)


” Ok I have an idea let me touch on those that haven’t spoken yet, which is probably everyone except Nightmare. Now its time we all forge ahead a new future. It is a new beginning for all of us. So you people step into this match with the same goals as I, I am sure. So bring whatever it is you have and lets see if I cant beat your asses again for future time sakes.”

( Mask laughs and shakes his head at the camera for a moment. As he does people continue to pass by not noticing him at all in the shadows.)

” lets move on to those I have heard talk on the backstage about me that I know they know absolutely nothing about me. You talk about how I have a fan. Is that Awesumo? Wow, did he really get it that he’s my illegitimate child and that I’ve been fucking his mom, his sister , his best friend and his girlfriend all this time? Is that why he’s my fan? Wow I must say you might have beat up my only one. You see I am not what you people might call always the most popular guy around.

I fight and feed of emotion. That emotion can hurt me as much as help me. You see some of you seem to think you’re all big men because you can beat up an old granny fan. Your not that fan he pays your dam check. That fan he pays my dam check. I never tell the fans who to like and not like. You see, people, for all your interest in me you will have no problems learning first hand just what I am all about come the golden gauntlet you will see that I am not just some fan you can beat up. You will see that you cant beat me.”

(Mask probably gives an evil look at the camera for a moment.)

” Now onto the next now it all. Yeah I am talking to you Dave B. Are you full of yourself Dave. Do you think you have what it takes to beat me? Hell maybe you do but I doubt it. I think your just some little kid who had a dream and now your going to come face to face with that dream. And when you step in that ring with me. Your dream well it will turn into your nightmare trust me.”

( Mask again gives that probable evil grin)

” Look at all these people they make me laugh. But I digress on to the next monkey on the list. “Nightmare” now before we go any further what kind of name is this. What do you think your in the ”Elms Street” Series? do you think you can crawl into people’s dreams and kill them while they are asleep? Man I have an idea for your stupid ass why don’t you go imitate a tree and leave. Or better yet go imitate your dick and piss off. Hell I don’t care what you do but while your at it get a better dam gimmick because this one sucks. Enough said about you.”

( Mask just laughs as he stands in the shadows)

” OK now about Mr. Timothy Declair . Thanks for the dreamy story you are giving us but trust me it wont matter in the end. You will loose there just isn’t any way around it. And as for your ‘Golden One” what are you the “Golden one” of. Are you the golden choice to loose this match. Are you the next Golden boy? I mean come on how many people try to call themselves the Golden One just to fail. Once again so many trying to be something there not. Another person to scared to just be themselves. You people seem to like to underestimate me, you people keep doing that Golden boy and Nightmare shit and you will see in the end just how easy it isn’t to beat me.”

( Mask runs his hands through his mask for a moment. As he does he looks around to see the people still walking by.)


” Now who is left. Oh yeah Chad Michaels .My title shot , the opening match, whatever the fuck that is. The so called icon or whatever he called himself, has not even spoken a word. He’s probably waiting for me to say the first word and feed off of that for his promo. I have these motherfucking shitfuckers who have graduated of the feeder program. They do nothing original and just wait for their opponent to speak first.

Hey Michaels how is it going? You are by far the stupidest fuck in this match and it does take a lot to take that title of of me! You talk and you talk yet you have no idea what you usually talk about. You will probably say that you’ve got the title and you don’t even know me and you will probably ask who the fuck I am.

Well, I am Me. Crimson Mask. You got one title I got numerous ones over and over again. I was a two time CCW Triple Crown Champion.

( Mask stops for a moment and pulls out a picture. As he does he holds it up in the picture we see Mask with a title around his waste.)

” Um , Impact, bad news for you my friend but that is the CCW World title Around my waist. You see dumbass check the records I was CCW World Champ at one point, that’s the Triple Crown Title for you, I can spell it for you too, if you don’t know how to. I can spell it in English and I am a Japanese, that to show how much of a dumbfuck you are.

Anyway not only was I the champ I pinned the unbeatable.

To get that title. Ask any member of the CCW, they remember the night I won that title well. Go ahead if you have the guts you stupid bitch ask them. Now , Chad, that I have proven your full of shit what else do I say. Look into my eyes ,l you have no chance back out why you can. Hell Leave now. Save your self the embarrassment of having your ass handed to you by me. And you can walk away now with your head held high.

There is no shame in that it’s a simple fact of life there are those that can win and those that cant. I can the question now is can any of you, in any of the matches, do anything to stop me. Its all out there all on the line now let’s see who makes that impact. Lets see who seizes the moment this time.”


( Mask goes to walk away but as he does he turns back around and stares directly into the camera )

” Now as for the matches and the show’s name. This “Golden gauntlet” thing should be called “Go fuck yourself Match”. What I cant live with is being thrown into a match with other talented yet feeble minded wrestlers. You see the way I see it its just a way for the upper echelon in this Fed like the Joe Muddin’s and Logan Gable’s to name a few to get a kick out of watching us beat the hell out of each other.

And if it were just that I would say ok but I know its more then that. I think it’s a pathetic idea but I will fight because I don’t back down from any fight. But in terms of the so called established superstars around here. Head these words. No threats just this when all is said and done and the dust settles. You my friends can go FUCK YOURSELFS and if you don’t like it boys and girls then I am not a hard man to find do something about it.”


( As Mask says that he turns and walks away as the camera fades out)]]> <![CDATA[Therapy]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=923 Sun, 07 Mar 2010 04:19:13 -0700 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=923
No! I heard the other kid's dead!

That's stupid! You're making stuff up.

Nu-uh! I heard they called an ambulance and the kid's dead!

I don't believe you! Johnny just beat him up is all. I bet he's okay!

Such is the chatter ringing through the halls of Benjamin Franklin Elementary School as the students line up to leave for the buses. The bell rings, children rush out of every door, anxious to get home and tell their parents all about "what happened at school today." But as they leave, they all take a second to glance anxiously at the door marked "principal." The door behind which sits the subject of their gossip.

A little boy, Johnny as he's known by his classmates, sits on an uncomfortable wooden chair staring at the ground. His little fists are still balled up, still spattered with flecks of blood. A sigh emanates from behind little Johnny, coming from a large, barrel-chested man. The man rubs his forehead and looks at his watch before gazing down at his son, shaking his head in disbelief. In front of him, a large old woman drones on. But he is unaware of anything around him. He keeps reliving the moment again and again, feeling each impact surging up his arm. And of course, hearing that screeching laughter.

Principal: Mr. Marcus, has John ever exhibited any violent behavior at home?

The man rubs the back of his neck.

Mr. Marcus: He's a little brat, to be sure, but he's never done anything like this, no. How's the Johnson boy doing?

The principal flips through a few papers on her desk.

Principal: He'll live. He'll never look the same, but he'll live. I just don't understand what would cause him to do this. All the children I've spoken to said there was no provocation. In fact, the two were playing together and getting along well.

The man sighs heavily before nudging John with his knee.

Mr. Marcus: Well, John? Can you explain what happened today? How could you do that? Do you even realize the consequences of what you did?

John looks up slowly, his hazel eyes meeting his principal's gaze.

John: My friend told me to do it.

His tone is dry and remorseless. The principal ruffles furiously through a few more papers, but his father simply stares at him.

Principal: Who was it? Was it Joey Harrington? I know he likes to make trouble. I've had him in here three times thi-

John: No. It wasn't Joey. My friend told me I shouldn't tell on him.

The principal adjusts her thick glasses and purses her lips together.

Principal: Now John, you have to tell us which of your classmates told you to

John: It wasn't one of my classmates. My friend doesn't go to school. He says school makes little boys and girls into bad people.

The principal looks at John, but he seems to be looking right past her. She looks up to John's father, who merely stares at his son in anger.

Principal: John... could you tell me about your friend? What's his name?

John: He doesn't have a name. He says he doesn't need one. He says lots of things. Sometimes he whispers to me, sometimes he yells at me. But we're friends, he tells me so. He says he's the only person in the world I can trust.

The principal looks back at John, a look of pity in her eyes. A look of pity, and also fear.

Principal: What did your friend tell you today?

John unclenches his fists. He looks up at his father, eyes filled with terror. His father nods towards the principal, urging him to answer.

John: He... he told me that Scott was bad. He told me that Scott needed to be punished. I asked him why, and he said everyone was bad. They all needed to be punished. I asked him what they had done wrong, and he said it's what they don't do that matters. He told me that the world is full of bad people. People who have everything they want, even though they're bad. He kept telling me again and again that I had to make Scott good. I had to show him that he was bad. I wanted Scott to be good, so I did what my friend told me. And once it was done, my friend just laughed at me. He said that I was just like him...

John starts to cry.

John: He... he said that I was crazy. He said that you were going to lock me up and never let me go! I don't wanna go! I don't wanna be bad! I don't know why I did it! I was just listening to my friend! I'm so sorry! Please don't think I'm bad!

The boy is weeping, tears running down his face. His father's gaze softens, and he puts a hand on his shoulder.

Mr. Marcus: It's... It's okay John. Here, come on, let's go to the restroom and calm down.

John gets up and wipes his nose on his sleeve. Just as the pair are leaving the room, the principal whispers under her breath.

Principal: Poor kid never even saw it coming...

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Present day

"But then again, they never see it coming do they? Hahaha."

The man known as Nightmare sits on a comfortable leather couch, surrounded by darkness. To his left ticks an old mahogany grandfather clock, the steady rhythm providing the only sound aside from his own breathing. He stretches, enjoying the comfortable change of setting. He remains focused, though. He has important work to do tonight. An old friend to meet.

"They don't see it coming now, either. Not Phil Atken, not Kill Crazy, not Timothy DeClair... Not anyone in the Gauntlet. Hahaha... They have no idea the hell they are to go through. They have no idea what awaits them. They're going in, bright-eyed and anxious for glory. Each and everyone of them looking to make a name for themselves, each one hoping that it will be their night to attain greatness. And none of them even deserve it. [i]

He runs a hand through his hair, sneering.

[i] "Each and every one of them goes through life, greedily wanting more and more. They're never satisfied with what they have. They never once stop and look at themselves in the mirror and consider who they really are, what they've become in their quest for more. Oh no, they're too busy fucking each others' wives, and beating their children, and drinking themselves to death, and lying, and stealing to notice. They're all garbage. Every last one of them. And yet none of them can see it. From the most pathetic fan all the way up to Kyle Williams. They're all filth. And they need to see it."

The grandfather clock chimes eleven.

"Someone's had a late night at the office... I'm beginning to grow impatient. She should have been here half an hour ago. What kind of doctor can't even keep appointments? Oh well, she'll get here when she gets here."

Nightmare gets up and walks over to the blinds covering the window. He spreads them apart with his fingers and gazes out into the silent night.

"None of them see it coming. I will not rest until I have broken all of them. I will never, ever stop until I've made them all see. The Gauntlet will be MY night. No one is going to stand in my way, not one damned soul. The Gauntlet will be the night I finally live up to my promise. At the Gauntlet, I'll walk into my tag match, Atken by my side, DeClair and KC my opponents, and I will clear house. None of them see me as a threat. I believe it was DeClair who claimed I was on some sort of "downward slope." He even had the arrogance to list tagging with him as one of the "high points" of my career. What an idiot. KC can be dangerous, but if he thinks for a moment that I'm scared of how "crazy" he is, then he's not nearly as clever as he needs to be to take me down. Atken doesn't even want to be here. He's a moneyed asshole who isn't worth my time. I just hope he can take enough abuse not to lose the match for the both of us. Either way, I very much like my chances in the tag match.

A pair of lights shine across the window, accompanied by the hum of an engine.

"The Gauntlet... oh the Gauntlet. I cannot wait to have half the roster lined up right in front of me. All of them within my grasp, everyone from Crimson Mask to Joe Muddin. I cannot tell you what pleasure it would give me to eliminate Duros. To spite him yet again. It's almost too much to handle, haha. When people are formulating gameplans for this battle royale, I don't think I'll exactly be the first person to jump into their minds, and that's exactly what I want. They won't see me coming. And when I throw them out of the ring and crush their little dreams, they'll realize that I AM a danger. I AM to be feared. I AM to be respected."

The engine dies, and lights fade away.

"That's the only way I can make them see, any of them. It's the only thing that's ever worked. You can't just sit idly by and try to be an example. You have to get right in peoples' faces, bash it across their brains before they'll understand. You have to take their dreams and destroy them. And that's exactly what I'll do. Hahahaha."

The door creaks open, revealing an studious old woman bundled up in a fur coat. She flicks on the lights and screams at the unexpected visitor.

Nightmare: Haha. Hello, doc. It's been too long. You really should invest in a home security system. You never know what kind of crazy people might find their way in.

She stares at Nightmare in horror, frozen in place. She manages to utter:

Dr. Whitney: Why... why are you here?

Nightmare smiles.

Nightmare: Well, I'm very glad you asked that question, hahahahaha.

He laughs wildly as the scene fades to black.]]>
No! I heard the other kid's dead!

That's stupid! You're making stuff up.

Nu-uh! I heard they called an ambulance and the kid's dead!

I don't believe you! Johnny just beat him up is all. I bet he's okay!

Such is the chatter ringing through the halls of Benjamin Franklin Elementary School as the students line up to leave for the buses. The bell rings, children rush out of every door, anxious to get home and tell their parents all about "what happened at school today." But as they leave, they all take a second to glance anxiously at the door marked "principal." The door behind which sits the subject of their gossip.

A little boy, Johnny as he's known by his classmates, sits on an uncomfortable wooden chair staring at the ground. His little fists are still balled up, still spattered with flecks of blood. A sigh emanates from behind little Johnny, coming from a large, barrel-chested man. The man rubs his forehead and looks at his watch before gazing down at his son, shaking his head in disbelief. In front of him, a large old woman drones on. But he is unaware of anything around him. He keeps reliving the moment again and again, feeling each impact surging up his arm. And of course, hearing that screeching laughter.

Principal: Mr. Marcus, has John ever exhibited any violent behavior at home?

The man rubs the back of his neck.

Mr. Marcus: He's a little brat, to be sure, but he's never done anything like this, no. How's the Johnson boy doing?

The principal flips through a few papers on her desk.

Principal: He'll live. He'll never look the same, but he'll live. I just don't understand what would cause him to do this. All the children I've spoken to said there was no provocation. In fact, the two were playing together and getting along well.

The man sighs heavily before nudging John with his knee.

Mr. Marcus: Well, John? Can you explain what happened today? How could you do that? Do you even realize the consequences of what you did?

John looks up slowly, his hazel eyes meeting his principal's gaze.

John: My friend told me to do it.

His tone is dry and remorseless. The principal ruffles furiously through a few more papers, but his father simply stares at him.

Principal: Who was it? Was it Joey Harrington? I know he likes to make trouble. I've had him in here three times thi-

John: No. It wasn't Joey. My friend told me I shouldn't tell on him.

The principal adjusts her thick glasses and purses her lips together.

Principal: Now John, you have to tell us which of your classmates told you to

John: It wasn't one of my classmates. My friend doesn't go to school. He says school makes little boys and girls into bad people.

The principal looks at John, but he seems to be looking right past her. She looks up to John's father, who merely stares at his son in anger.

Principal: John... could you tell me about your friend? What's his name?

John: He doesn't have a name. He says he doesn't need one. He says lots of things. Sometimes he whispers to me, sometimes he yells at me. But we're friends, he tells me so. He says he's the only person in the world I can trust.

The principal looks back at John, a look of pity in her eyes. A look of pity, and also fear.

Principal: What did your friend tell you today?

John unclenches his fists. He looks up at his father, eyes filled with terror. His father nods towards the principal, urging him to answer.

John: He... he told me that Scott was bad. He told me that Scott needed to be punished. I asked him why, and he said everyone was bad. They all needed to be punished. I asked him what they had done wrong, and he said it's what they don't do that matters. He told me that the world is full of bad people. People who have everything they want, even though they're bad. He kept telling me again and again that I had to make Scott good. I had to show him that he was bad. I wanted Scott to be good, so I did what my friend told me. And once it was done, my friend just laughed at me. He said that I was just like him...

John starts to cry.

John: He... he said that I was crazy. He said that you were going to lock me up and never let me go! I don't wanna go! I don't wanna be bad! I don't know why I did it! I was just listening to my friend! I'm so sorry! Please don't think I'm bad!

The boy is weeping, tears running down his face. His father's gaze softens, and he puts a hand on his shoulder.

Mr. Marcus: It's... It's okay John. Here, come on, let's go to the restroom and calm down.

John gets up and wipes his nose on his sleeve. Just as the pair are leaving the room, the principal whispers under her breath.

Principal: Poor kid never even saw it coming...

-----------------------------------------------------
Present day

"But then again, they never see it coming do they? Hahaha."

The man known as Nightmare sits on a comfortable leather couch, surrounded by darkness. To his left ticks an old mahogany grandfather clock, the steady rhythm providing the only sound aside from his own breathing. He stretches, enjoying the comfortable change of setting. He remains focused, though. He has important work to do tonight. An old friend to meet.

"They don't see it coming now, either. Not Phil Atken, not Kill Crazy, not Timothy DeClair... Not anyone in the Gauntlet. Hahaha... They have no idea the hell they are to go through. They have no idea what awaits them. They're going in, bright-eyed and anxious for glory. Each and everyone of them looking to make a name for themselves, each one hoping that it will be their night to attain greatness. And none of them even deserve it. [i]

He runs a hand through his hair, sneering.

[i] "Each and every one of them goes through life, greedily wanting more and more. They're never satisfied with what they have. They never once stop and look at themselves in the mirror and consider who they really are, what they've become in their quest for more. Oh no, they're too busy fucking each others' wives, and beating their children, and drinking themselves to death, and lying, and stealing to notice. They're all garbage. Every last one of them. And yet none of them can see it. From the most pathetic fan all the way up to Kyle Williams. They're all filth. And they need to see it."

The grandfather clock chimes eleven.

"Someone's had a late night at the office... I'm beginning to grow impatient. She should have been here half an hour ago. What kind of doctor can't even keep appointments? Oh well, she'll get here when she gets here."

Nightmare gets up and walks over to the blinds covering the window. He spreads them apart with his fingers and gazes out into the silent night.

"None of them see it coming. I will not rest until I have broken all of them. I will never, ever stop until I've made them all see. The Gauntlet will be MY night. No one is going to stand in my way, not one damned soul. The Gauntlet will be the night I finally live up to my promise. At the Gauntlet, I'll walk into my tag match, Atken by my side, DeClair and KC my opponents, and I will clear house. None of them see me as a threat. I believe it was DeClair who claimed I was on some sort of "downward slope." He even had the arrogance to list tagging with him as one of the "high points" of my career. What an idiot. KC can be dangerous, but if he thinks for a moment that I'm scared of how "crazy" he is, then he's not nearly as clever as he needs to be to take me down. Atken doesn't even want to be here. He's a moneyed asshole who isn't worth my time. I just hope he can take enough abuse not to lose the match for the both of us. Either way, I very much like my chances in the tag match.

A pair of lights shine across the window, accompanied by the hum of an engine.

"The Gauntlet... oh the Gauntlet. I cannot wait to have half the roster lined up right in front of me. All of them within my grasp, everyone from Crimson Mask to Joe Muddin. I cannot tell you what pleasure it would give me to eliminate Duros. To spite him yet again. It's almost too much to handle, haha. When people are formulating gameplans for this battle royale, I don't think I'll exactly be the first person to jump into their minds, and that's exactly what I want. They won't see me coming. And when I throw them out of the ring and crush their little dreams, they'll realize that I AM a danger. I AM to be feared. I AM to be respected."

The engine dies, and lights fade away.

"That's the only way I can make them see, any of them. It's the only thing that's ever worked. You can't just sit idly by and try to be an example. You have to get right in peoples' faces, bash it across their brains before they'll understand. You have to take their dreams and destroy them. And that's exactly what I'll do. Hahahaha."

The door creaks open, revealing an studious old woman bundled up in a fur coat. She flicks on the lights and screams at the unexpected visitor.

Nightmare: Haha. Hello, doc. It's been too long. You really should invest in a home security system. You never know what kind of crazy people might find their way in.

She stares at Nightmare in horror, frozen in place. She manages to utter:

Dr. Whitney: Why... why are you here?

Nightmare smiles.

Nightmare: Well, I'm very glad you asked that question, hahahahaha.

He laughs wildly as the scene fades to black.]]> <![CDATA[Roleplaying For The Golden Gauntlet]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=922 Sat, 06 Mar 2010 15:45:55 -0700 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=922
The limit will remain 3. All roleplays will count double for this event and you'll be expected to address both matches in your RPs if you are booked in them.]]>
The limit will remain 3. All roleplays will count double for this event and you'll be expected to address both matches in your RPs if you are booked in them.]]> <![CDATA[G-2 to Tour]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=921 Sat, 06 Mar 2010 15:18:26 -0700 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=921
G-2 has been based in a studio in Galveston since its inception in 2007 now it will tour different Texas locations throughout 2010]]>
G-2 has been based in a studio in Galveston since its inception in 2007 now it will tour different Texas locations throughout 2010]]> <![CDATA[The Golden Gauntlet III - Card]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=920 Sat, 06 Mar 2010 15:10:54 -0700 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=920 The Golden Gauntlet III
Johnson Arena Dallas, TX
14 March 2010
G-2 Television Championship
Crimson Mask
vs.
‘Sudden Impact’
Chad Michaels ©
Referee: James Clifton


Tag Team Match
Winning Team Will Compete In A Singles Match to Crown The New Openweight Champion
Nightmare
&
'Your Entertainment Savior'
Phil Atken
vs.
Kill Crazy
&
'The Golden One'
Timothy DeClair
Referee: Jeremy Stone


Dog Collar Match
TC Styles
vs.
Fnord
Referee: Gordon O'Neil


G-2 Openweight Championship
Depending on winner of Tag Match
'Your Entertainment Savior'
Phil Atken
vs.
Nightmare

OR

Kill Crazy
vs.
'The Golden One'
Timothy DeClair
Referee: Tim Barnes

‘I Quit’ Match
'The Orphic'
Duros
vs.
Logan Gable
Referee: Oscar Hernandez


-Main Event-
G-2 Heavyweight Championship
The Golden Gauntlet
Featuring
# 1. Joe Muddin ©
# 2. Phil Atken
# 3. Fnord
# 4. 'The Golden One’ Timothy DeClair
# 5. Crimson Mask
# 6. Nightmare
# 7. Logan Gable
# 8. Duros
# 9. Kill Crazy
# 10. Chris West
# 11. Dave Bermingham
Referee: Terry French
]]> The Golden Gauntlet III
Johnson Arena Dallas, TX
14 March 2010
G-2 Television Championship
Crimson Mask
vs.
‘Sudden Impact’
Chad Michaels ©
Referee: James Clifton


Tag Team Match
Winning Team Will Compete In A Singles Match to Crown The New Openweight Champion
Nightmare
&
'Your Entertainment Savior'
Phil Atken
vs.
Kill Crazy
&
'The Golden One'
Timothy DeClair
Referee: Jeremy Stone


Dog Collar Match
TC Styles
vs.
Fnord
Referee: Gordon O'Neil


G-2 Openweight Championship
Depending on winner of Tag Match
'Your Entertainment Savior'
Phil Atken
vs.
Nightmare

OR

Kill Crazy
vs.
'The Golden One'
Timothy DeClair
Referee: Tim Barnes

‘I Quit’ Match
'The Orphic'
Duros
vs.
Logan Gable
Referee: Oscar Hernandez


-Main Event-
G-2 Heavyweight Championship
The Golden Gauntlet
Featuring
# 1. Joe Muddin ©
# 2. Phil Atken
# 3. Fnord
# 4. 'The Golden One’ Timothy DeClair
# 5. Crimson Mask
# 6. Nightmare
# 7. Logan Gable
# 8. Duros
# 9. Kill Crazy
# 10. Chris West
# 11. Dave Bermingham
Referee: Terry French
]]> <![CDATA[Joe Muddin Tops Experts Rankings]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=919 Sat, 06 Mar 2010 13:41:26 -0700 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=919 2# Scott DiBiase VWF (32)
3# Hannibal Cage SW (31)
4# Level One APW and TFWF (27)
5# Mr. Fantastic VWF (26)
6# Hawk Henshaw PWR (25)
7# Bryan Payne SCW (23)
8# Alexia VWF (22)
9# Viktor Kovalenko TFWF (21)
10# Johnny Styles HIW (21)
11# Scarlett Willis SCCW (20)
12# Katherine Stryfe HIW (20)
13# Robb McBride PWR (19)
14# Crazyman Joel Bryant TFWF (19)
15# Valerie Belmont SCW (18)
16# Lee Ryan VWF (18)
17# Jeremiah Belmont SCW (18)
18# Scorpio TFWF and HIW (17)
19# Jose Ramon TFWF and PWR (16)
20# Jason Lee VWF (16)

- Experts stats for week ending 3/5]]> 2# Scott DiBiase VWF (32)
3# Hannibal Cage SW (31)
4# Level One APW and TFWF (27)
5# Mr. Fantastic VWF (26)
6# Hawk Henshaw PWR (25)
7# Bryan Payne SCW (23)
8# Alexia VWF (22)
9# Viktor Kovalenko TFWF (21)
10# Johnny Styles HIW (21)
11# Scarlett Willis SCCW (20)
12# Katherine Stryfe HIW (20)
13# Robb McBride PWR (19)
14# Crazyman Joel Bryant TFWF (19)
15# Valerie Belmont SCW (18)
16# Lee Ryan VWF (18)
17# Jeremiah Belmont SCW (18)
18# Scorpio TFWF and HIW (17)
19# Jose Ramon TFWF and PWR (16)
20# Jason Lee VWF (16)

- Experts stats for week ending 3/5]]> <![CDATA[The Dark Angel Debuts]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=918 Sat, 06 Mar 2010 08:39:20 -0700 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=918 [Image: i3.jpg]

The scene opens up in the backstage area of the arena. We see a beautiful brunette walking up the stairs to one of the offices. She swings the door open to get a full of the young girl who was to be interviewing her. The brunette smirks as she takes a seat in front of the girl.

...The Dark Angel + Izabella Sanchez-Manning...
Shall we begin?

...Interviewer...
Aren't you the newest diva, Izabella?

...The Dark Angel + Izabella Sanchez-Manning...
Yep I'm Izzie, the new kid on the block. Let me see - I might as well start off with my sick sad lil past. Ok then. I was born and raised in Cairo, Egypt with my older brother, Adam, and her parents, Paul & Gwen back in the 80s. I had a pretty sweet life - my father was an engineer and my mother was a doctor. So, money was never an issue. We were always a tight family, always a team. I was bright from the beginning - always getting my homework done and getting straight A's. But my family was only perfect when my father wasn't on drugs. Course he didn't get into them on his own - Cathy Cunt got him hooked. And my dad was hot but she looked like an anorexic version of mimi bobeck off the Drew Carey show - clown make up and all. When he was, he went from father of the year to one of the most demented dangerous men ever. He'd beat me my mother, my brother and myself up all the time. Hell, he broke my nose 10 times and broke one of my ribs 8 times, too. My life was anything but perfect - until one day it took a significant turn for the worse...
One day, when I was at home alone with my parents when I was a kid, just playing her guitar in my room, I heard a commotion coming from outside my room. I figured it was my dad beating my mother again, so I got up and left my room. I watched my father from behind as he shoved my mother down the steps. He then pulled out a gun and starts shooting her. I was shocked at what I just saw. I mean, did my father seriously just murder my mother? Out anger, I tried fighting my father, but he overpowered me and threw me into a wall and took off. But not before I took a chunck of his ear off with my teeth. I went down to check on my mom and just held her in my arms, crying. Later that night, I found out that the cops had found him and thrown him in prison. After that experience, my brother ended up becoming the father figure in her life. But he took it seriously. Hell, I always liked him anyway. Seeing as he was 18 and old enough, he was officially the man of the house now. He made me start seeing a therapist, cause I kept closing everybody out of my life. The kids parents at school even had a meeting, making sure that their kids didn't affiliate themselves with me, cause I was supposibly 'damaged'. But that would all fall apart again. One day as I was walking home one day from school, I heard footsteps behind me. I just assumed that it was another walker. But soon enough, I was pulled into an alleyway by a man with a knife. He threw me up against the wall and starts spreading my legs apart. He slashes me a few times with knife while raping me. After he finished, he left her in a pool of me own blood, limp in the alley. When I came to, I tried to drag my way to my house, but couldn't. But that was until a nice old lady pulled her car over and offered me a ride home. When I got home, my brother was there inside the house waiting for me as he always did right before he started his night shift. When my brother saw me, needless to say, he freaked out. So he put me in a hot tub and put me to bed. A few days later, the police told him to take me to the hospital to be checked out and have a rape kit done, so they did. It turns out that I had an infection in my vagina that the doctor said had eventually turned into ovarian cancer in both of my ovaries from some virus he gave me. I went through a year of chemo, and just staying in a hospital all hooked up to a bunch of tubes, flatlining about 3 times in the process. But they ended up removing my ovaries, I was able to try and get my life straight again. Once all of that went down, I started to look at my personal life when I started taking interest in one of my brother's best friends, Jay Cruz. I fell in love for the first time when I thought I never could. The risk was, he was in the Air Force, so there was a strong chance that he may not come home once he left for all these missions. But that didn't seem to phase us. But after 6 years of dating, one summer he never made it home. Later I got word that his chopper was shot down overseas. The bad thing about it is, right before he took off that last time he'd proposed to me. And once he got home we had planned on getting married. It's so hard trying to get over someone who never hurt you.
But through it all, I was still able to keep up my grades. So I graduated 2 years early from high school and I started attending Kansas Univeristy. But not too long after that, I found out that my father had broken out of prison in a rage and was apparently looking for me to kill next. So, on my way home from work on night, I was knocked over the head with something as the guy pulled me against some random building. It was my father. He starts kicking my in the chest and in the ribs and punching me in the face until I curled up into a little ball, blood dripping from a cut on my eyebrow and nose. My father pulled out a gun from his pocket and pulled me back up so they were face to face and whispered in my ear, "Now it's time to finish what I started" Just a milisecond before he pulled the trigger on me, I kicked him in the groin as the gun dropped. I tackled him to the ground and I mounted him and started hitting him over and over in the nose until he started bleeding too. He rolled back over on me, picked up the gun again, but I was wrestling with it too. During the battle, I was shot five times: once in the neck, once in the hand, once in the arm, once on the cheek, and once in the shoulder. Just as he pushed the barrel into my eye and pushed the trigger, I pushed the gun towards his face as I pulled the trigger on him, shot the rest of those bullets into his head. The back part of his head fell out as he brain oozed out all over me. I rolled him off me as I kneeled up, thick blood coming out of my mouth. Sirens from a distance blew as my balance as I fell over again, catching my breath - then passing out. When the police came, they knew I killed him out of self defense so they didn't bring me in or anything. But I stayed in a comna for a month and a half. I almost died on the table 6 times. After being released a month later, I went home. Later that night, I was out driving with my brother home from a concert. That was when we got slammed into by a drunk driver. The blow was on his side. But his body was crunched up against the steering wheel, his bones breaking through his skin, blood everywhere. He had died on impact - I was only left with a few scrapes and bruises.
Then after all that went down my brother was out running one day when he was hit and killed by a drunk driver. So after all of that I became heavily depressed and thinking that I was cursed - everyone I've ever loved has died. So I bought a gun and pulled the trigger one night in my mouth. But the bullet wouldn't shoot. I tried every one of them and all of them were like that. Sooo, I decided I had a second chance at life. So I've been close with the pro football Manning brothers forever. And their parents decided to make it official and adopt me. So, now I'm a Manning. Gotta love it!
But you all already know me since I'm a celebrity and all. It started off when I was 8 and was turned into a pro surfer. Next, I became a model for Victorias Secret and Sports Illustrated. After that I became an an oscar winning actress. Picking only the best movies, like Million Dollar Baby and the Departed. Then after that I became a rockstar. I've always been into music so I formed a band, Speed. And we won 8 grammys. Last year at the MTV Music awards when Kanye was up on stage interupting Tayer, I was the one who gave her it and seeing as I've never liked him, I knocked him out. Best feeling in the world.

...Interviewer...
What a beautiful story.

Izabella arches her eyebrow at the interviewer.

...Interviewer...
Well now that you're here what's next?

...The Dark Angel + Izabella Sanchez-Manning...
Well just like every girl here - I wanna win and become the champion. Simple as that. But I wouldn't mind making friends and meeting some boys while I'm here. I'm just a touch on the boy crazy side since my fiancee died 4 years ago. I haven't touched a man since, not even a kiss.

Izabella shakes the girls hand and makes her exit as the scene ends.

. . TBC By Anyone . .]]> [Image: i3.jpg]

The scene opens up in the backstage area of the arena. We see a beautiful brunette walking up the stairs to one of the offices. She swings the door open to get a full of the young girl who was to be interviewing her. The brunette smirks as she takes a seat in front of the girl.

...The Dark Angel + Izabella Sanchez-Manning...
Shall we begin?

...Interviewer...
Aren't you the newest diva, Izabella?

...The Dark Angel + Izabella Sanchez-Manning...
Yep I'm Izzie, the new kid on the block. Let me see - I might as well start off with my sick sad lil past. Ok then. I was born and raised in Cairo, Egypt with my older brother, Adam, and her parents, Paul & Gwen back in the 80s. I had a pretty sweet life - my father was an engineer and my mother was a doctor. So, money was never an issue. We were always a tight family, always a team. I was bright from the beginning - always getting my homework done and getting straight A's. But my family was only perfect when my father wasn't on drugs. Course he didn't get into them on his own - Cathy Cunt got him hooked. And my dad was hot but she looked like an anorexic version of mimi bobeck off the Drew Carey show - clown make up and all. When he was, he went from father of the year to one of the most demented dangerous men ever. He'd beat me my mother, my brother and myself up all the time. Hell, he broke my nose 10 times and broke one of my ribs 8 times, too. My life was anything but perfect - until one day it took a significant turn for the worse...
One day, when I was at home alone with my parents when I was a kid, just playing her guitar in my room, I heard a commotion coming from outside my room. I figured it was my dad beating my mother again, so I got up and left my room. I watched my father from behind as he shoved my mother down the steps. He then pulled out a gun and starts shooting her. I was shocked at what I just saw. I mean, did my father seriously just murder my mother? Out anger, I tried fighting my father, but he overpowered me and threw me into a wall and took off. But not before I took a chunck of his ear off with my teeth. I went down to check on my mom and just held her in my arms, crying. Later that night, I found out that the cops had found him and thrown him in prison. After that experience, my brother ended up becoming the father figure in her life. But he took it seriously. Hell, I always liked him anyway. Seeing as he was 18 and old enough, he was officially the man of the house now. He made me start seeing a therapist, cause I kept closing everybody out of my life. The kids parents at school even had a meeting, making sure that their kids didn't affiliate themselves with me, cause I was supposibly 'damaged'. But that would all fall apart again. One day as I was walking home one day from school, I heard footsteps behind me. I just assumed that it was another walker. But soon enough, I was pulled into an alleyway by a man with a knife. He threw me up against the wall and starts spreading my legs apart. He slashes me a few times with knife while raping me. After he finished, he left her in a pool of me own blood, limp in the alley. When I came to, I tried to drag my way to my house, but couldn't. But that was until a nice old lady pulled her car over and offered me a ride home. When I got home, my brother was there inside the house waiting for me as he always did right before he started his night shift. When my brother saw me, needless to say, he freaked out. So he put me in a hot tub and put me to bed. A few days later, the police told him to take me to the hospital to be checked out and have a rape kit done, so they did. It turns out that I had an infection in my vagina that the doctor said had eventually turned into ovarian cancer in both of my ovaries from some virus he gave me. I went through a year of chemo, and just staying in a hospital all hooked up to a bunch of tubes, flatlining about 3 times in the process. But they ended up removing my ovaries, I was able to try and get my life straight again. Once all of that went down, I started to look at my personal life when I started taking interest in one of my brother's best friends, Jay Cruz. I fell in love for the first time when I thought I never could. The risk was, he was in the Air Force, so there was a strong chance that he may not come home once he left for all these missions. But that didn't seem to phase us. But after 6 years of dating, one summer he never made it home. Later I got word that his chopper was shot down overseas. The bad thing about it is, right before he took off that last time he'd proposed to me. And once he got home we had planned on getting married. It's so hard trying to get over someone who never hurt you.
But through it all, I was still able to keep up my grades. So I graduated 2 years early from high school and I started attending Kansas Univeristy. But not too long after that, I found out that my father had broken out of prison in a rage and was apparently looking for me to kill next. So, on my way home from work on night, I was knocked over the head with something as the guy pulled me against some random building. It was my father. He starts kicking my in the chest and in the ribs and punching me in the face until I curled up into a little ball, blood dripping from a cut on my eyebrow and nose. My father pulled out a gun from his pocket and pulled me back up so they were face to face and whispered in my ear, "Now it's time to finish what I started" Just a milisecond before he pulled the trigger on me, I kicked him in the groin as the gun dropped. I tackled him to the ground and I mounted him and started hitting him over and over in the nose until he started bleeding too. He rolled back over on me, picked up the gun again, but I was wrestling with it too. During the battle, I was shot five times: once in the neck, once in the hand, once in the arm, once on the cheek, and once in the shoulder. Just as he pushed the barrel into my eye and pushed the trigger, I pushed the gun towards his face as I pulled the trigger on him, shot the rest of those bullets into his head. The back part of his head fell out as he brain oozed out all over me. I rolled him off me as I kneeled up, thick blood coming out of my mouth. Sirens from a distance blew as my balance as I fell over again, catching my breath - then passing out. When the police came, they knew I killed him out of self defense so they didn't bring me in or anything. But I stayed in a comna for a month and a half. I almost died on the table 6 times. After being released a month later, I went home. Later that night, I was out driving with my brother home from a concert. That was when we got slammed into by a drunk driver. The blow was on his side. But his body was crunched up against the steering wheel, his bones breaking through his skin, blood everywhere. He had died on impact - I was only left with a few scrapes and bruises.
Then after all that went down my brother was out running one day when he was hit and killed by a drunk driver. So after all of that I became heavily depressed and thinking that I was cursed - everyone I've ever loved has died. So I bought a gun and pulled the trigger one night in my mouth. But the bullet wouldn't shoot. I tried every one of them and all of them were like that. Sooo, I decided I had a second chance at life. So I've been close with the pro football Manning brothers forever. And their parents decided to make it official and adopt me. So, now I'm a Manning. Gotta love it!
But you all already know me since I'm a celebrity and all. It started off when I was 8 and was turned into a pro surfer. Next, I became a model for Victorias Secret and Sports Illustrated. After that I became an an oscar winning actress. Picking only the best movies, like Million Dollar Baby and the Departed. Then after that I became a rockstar. I've always been into music so I formed a band, Speed. And we won 8 grammys. Last year at the MTV Music awards when Kanye was up on stage interupting Tayer, I was the one who gave her it and seeing as I've never liked him, I knocked him out. Best feeling in the world.

...Interviewer...
What a beautiful story.

Izabella arches her eyebrow at the interviewer.

...Interviewer...
Well now that you're here what's next?

...The Dark Angel + Izabella Sanchez-Manning...
Well just like every girl here - I wanna win and become the champion. Simple as that. But I wouldn't mind making friends and meeting some boys while I'm here. I'm just a touch on the boy crazy side since my fiancee died 4 years ago. I haven't touched a man since, not even a kiss.

Izabella shakes the girls hand and makes her exit as the scene ends.

. . TBC By Anyone . .]]> <![CDATA[New Signing]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=917 Sat, 06 Mar 2010 07:10:00 -0700 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=917 <![CDATA[Full Throttle Results - March 5]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=915 Fri, 05 Mar 2010 10:08:31 -0700 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=915 A Historic night! It will shock your face!

Match of the Night:
Segment:
Show MVP:
Heel of the Night:
Face of the Night:
Move of the Night:
Line of the Night:
Biggest Shock:
Funniest Moment:
Rating Out out 10:
Character Comment:
Personal Comments:]]> A Historic night! It will shock your face!

Match of the Night:
Segment:
Show MVP:
Heel of the Night:
Face of the Night:
Move of the Night:
Line of the Night:
Biggest Shock:
Funniest Moment:
Rating Out out 10:
Character Comment:
Personal Comments:]]> <![CDATA[Four Psychos Walk In a Bar...]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=914 Thu, 04 Mar 2010 20:13:31 -0700 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=914 As I sit at work today, my head is pounding. This isn’t a feeling that I enjoy. I’m stuck here at this desk because I need this job to get by in life. G-2 doesn’t pay me enough to live a normal life. I have to sit here at my day job at this doctor’s office with a bunch of bickering women. It’s almost like a Full Throttle or any other event in G-2. Everyone’s always bickering like fucking women. It gives me a headache listening to them chatter just as much as it gives me a headache listening to the supposed “tough-guy” wrestlers in G-2 whine like little bitches.

This week has been hellacious for me. Unlike everyone else in G-2, I work hard outside of G-2. I work a full-time job, I go to school at night and on the weekend, I come to G-2 to bash some heads and let out my frustrations. Week after week, I come to G-2 to try and feel something different. I try and make the real world disappear and take part of this great “fantasy” life. I’ve worked hard to get where I am in life, even if you see me as not very far at all. I worked hard to get into the Golden Gauntlet this year and I will work hard to win it and become the next G-2 Heavyweight Champion.

I am getting ahead of myself and I am showing that now. I apologize for getting off track. I tend to occasionally go on rants about random things. When I start to feel passionate or strong about a subject, I take it to heart and don’t stand down to anyone’s opposing argument. Again, I’m getting off subject and letting you know information about me that doesn’t really matter.

This week, I had to pick up more hours at work because one of the bitches’ fathers kicked the bucket. She had to go down to Georgia and take care of her shit. I am the most competent employee at my job, which is the same as G-2. I am the most competent person in G-2, as well. So, when others drop the ball, who do you think had to pick up the pieces and make everything run smoothly? That’s right. I do. In the office, I’m the best at what I do. Without me, the office runs disastrously. Without me, G-2 was heading straight to disaster. Why do you think Kyle Williams didn’t think twice about it when he hired me back as his attack dog? I mean, for fuck’s sake, Chris West was the G-2 Heavyweight Champion. Not Ken Fuqua. Not Logan Gable. Not Duros. Chris West was the G-2 Heavyweight Champion. I wasn’t in G-2 anymore and even I was embarrassed about that. That’s the primary reason that I returned. Kyle Williams and I agreed on the matter that Chris West was not someone that deserved and looked good as the G-2 champ.

Inside my apartment, no one bothers me. I am in solitude away from the world that surrounds me and I’m at peace. With the lights off, I sit in the living room staring towards the window that leads to visions of the outside world. You can barely see me from the glow off of the computer screen to my left, but you can tell that I’m barely moving as I sit there and just stare towards the window.

Fnord: Outside in the real world people are always being busy-bodies. People are moving and shuffling and scurrying around like insects and vermin. Right now I’m supposed to be in school. I’m supposed to be furthering my education in order to obtain a higher position in the workforce. I’m supposed to be enriching my mind with facts and opinions and other educational matter in order to make my future brighter. I should be there. But tonight, I couldn’t do it. I got out of work today with a migraine the size of Kansas. You see I work at a doctor’s office where I hear the complaints of all of the sick and elderly. Can you imagine that for a minute? Every single day I go through listening to bitching and moaning and I feel like slapping the shit out of everyone. Not only that, but I’m working with a bunch of 40-year-old women that all have bad attitudes. At the end of the day, I’m mentally exhausted. I go to school and try and learn, but it never works. So, tonight I took the night off. I needed time alone to sit and stew about the idiots in the world. In my class last Thursday, we talked about discrimination. I told the teacher that I don’t discriminate. I told him the truth when I stated that I hate all people, not matter what they’re race, religion, sexual preference, gender, etc is. I am an equal-opportunity-hater.

My head slightly moves away from the window. My gaze goes right to the camera. You can’t see my face, but you can tell my I’m pointed in the right direction with the illumination from the computer screen.

Fnord: I didn’t ask you hear to listen to stories about how my life sucks. I asked you here because I have a few things to say about a few people in G-2. You see, sometimes I think too many steps ahead. Some people might say that I have that chess-like mind. Others would just call me an idiot. In fact, there are more people that would just call me an idiot. This disturbs me. No one respects me in this business. Well, no one except for Chris West and we all know that he’s fucked in the head. No one takes me seriously as an opponent. No one takes me seriously in the backstage. No one takes me seriously no matter where I go. This is why I came back to G-2. This is why I recently signed up for EFK’s Identity Crisis. This is why I have entered into the TFWF Battle Royal to find themselves a new TFWF World Heavyweight Champion. This is why I fought hard to earn my spot in the Golden Gauntlet. That is why I entered the huge inter-fed fiasco with CWC VS The Experts. I did all of this because I am demanding the respect that I deserve. I’ve accomplished a lot in my career as a professional wrestler. There are two things that I have yet to accomplish and it bugs me every time I enter the ring. I have never been the top dog anywhere that I’ve worked. I’ve never been the World or the Heavyweight Champion. The other thing that I feel every time I lace up my boots is that I am not respected by anyone that matters in this business. I didn’t pay any attention to what Nightmare and Kill Crazy said this week because I already knew what garbage they were going to spew out of their gullets. First they will say how they don’t know who Timothy DeClair is. Obviously you idiots don’t pay any attention. X-Treme Dream has transitioned. He is Timothy DeClair. He is “The Golden One”.

I rise to my feet off of the couch and walk towards the window in front of me. I peak out of the crack between the shade and the frame peering out into the busy world as I continue to speak.

Fnord: DeClair is a changed man and if you can’t see that, then you’re fucked. He’s changed for the better. Next thing you’re going to hear is about how I am nothing… nobody. You see I don’t have to watch a Kill Crazy or Nightmare promo to know what they’re going to say. Kill Crazy isn’t crazy; he’s demented. And he isn’t demented in a cool or strong way… he’s demented in a senile idiot way. Right now I want to focus on Kill Crazy. He’s one of those jackasses that boast about what they’ve done and how much better they are than their opponents. He will try and belittle me while making the crowd laugh at his crazy ways. I’ve been there, KC. I’ve done the whole talk to yourself thing. It’s been done.

I turn around and face the camera, which was just focused on my back. The light from the cracks in the shade behind me light up behind me, giving me a sort of angelic glow.

Fnord: Nightmare is a little more complicated. You see, me and Nightmare really haven’t done anything together… ever. I don’t think we’ve ever been in the ring at the same time. I actually think he might take this match on Full Throttle seriously, which is good for him. I don’t have anything bad to say about Nightmare, really. All I know is that he’s in my way. He’s a barrier between me and the respect that I demand. And what happens to brick walls that appear in front of me? I get a sledge hammer and break through.

I take a step towards the camera.

Fnord: I do need to mention my partner Timothy DeClair. Two weeks ago, we dominated in our tag team match. This week, we both seem to have some problems. I can already tell that we might have some problems this week because of our own personal issues outside of the G-2 Studio. By personal issues, I don’t mean between the two of us… I’m talking about our real lives. I know that both of us are busy people heading straight to the top. I know that we are considered assholes and some like to think of us as a little unwell. But neither of us is crazy. We know what we want and we go for it. We do anything we can to get what we want to happen. There’s something else we have in common… but it didn’t occur at the same time. All I can say about that is… Sluts up, homie. Think about that for a second.

I get even closer to the camera. The light from the computer screen behind him now shows the outline of my face. A huge shit-eating grin is plastered on it.

Fnord: One year ago, this match would’ve been insane. Kill Crazy, Nightmare X-Treme Dream and Fnord in a match together would mean chaos and insanity. This match would be only worthy of a Pay-Per-View or other huge show. But instead, things have changed. Kill Crazy is almost an on-call wrestler. He shows up once or twice a year and then leaves again. Nightmare’s intensity has dropped far down than it’s been in the more recent past. X-Treme Dream has realized that he wasn’t using his full potential and now as Timothy DeClair he will show the world what he can do. And me… Fnord. I’ve changed more than any man, woman or child that ever set foot in a G-2 ring. I’m not a gimmick anymore. I’m not fake and phony like most of you other fucktards that signed their name on a G-2 contract. I am what you see in front of you.

I step closer and the light washes over my whole face to reveal a quite psychotic look.

Fnord: It’s matches like these that I wish I really were as crazy as some people say I am. I’m not crazy; I’m just a little unwell. But I do want to feel Kill Crazy’s blood run through my fingers. I do want to pound away at Nightmare’s face until he can’t breath out of his nose anymore. Why do I want these things? My day-to-day life sucks. This is my time to be myself. This is my time to relieve myself of all the idiots that bother me during the daylight. Tomorrow night on Full Throttle… I have no excuses other than I just haven’t felt right this week. I’m going to go into that ring and give it my all, but I have a sneaky suspicion that it won’t be enough. Fuck it. You know what they say… Sluts up, bitches!

I push the camera away with my palm on the lens and then disappear deep into the dark apartment. All you can hear is my laughter for a few seconds. A door slams shut and some strange banging can be heard from a closed room in the dark. The cameraman slowly starts to back away and leaves out of the front door.]]> As I sit at work today, my head is pounding. This isn’t a feeling that I enjoy. I’m stuck here at this desk because I need this job to get by in life. G-2 doesn’t pay me enough to live a normal life. I have to sit here at my day job at this doctor’s office with a bunch of bickering women. It’s almost like a Full Throttle or any other event in G-2. Everyone’s always bickering like fucking women. It gives me a headache listening to them chatter just as much as it gives me a headache listening to the supposed “tough-guy” wrestlers in G-2 whine like little bitches.

This week has been hellacious for me. Unlike everyone else in G-2, I work hard outside of G-2. I work a full-time job, I go to school at night and on the weekend, I come to G-2 to bash some heads and let out my frustrations. Week after week, I come to G-2 to try and feel something different. I try and make the real world disappear and take part of this great “fantasy” life. I’ve worked hard to get where I am in life, even if you see me as not very far at all. I worked hard to get into the Golden Gauntlet this year and I will work hard to win it and become the next G-2 Heavyweight Champion.

I am getting ahead of myself and I am showing that now. I apologize for getting off track. I tend to occasionally go on rants about random things. When I start to feel passionate or strong about a subject, I take it to heart and don’t stand down to anyone’s opposing argument. Again, I’m getting off subject and letting you know information about me that doesn’t really matter.

This week, I had to pick up more hours at work because one of the bitches’ fathers kicked the bucket. She had to go down to Georgia and take care of her shit. I am the most competent employee at my job, which is the same as G-2. I am the most competent person in G-2, as well. So, when others drop the ball, who do you think had to pick up the pieces and make everything run smoothly? That’s right. I do. In the office, I’m the best at what I do. Without me, the office runs disastrously. Without me, G-2 was heading straight to disaster. Why do you think Kyle Williams didn’t think twice about it when he hired me back as his attack dog? I mean, for fuck’s sake, Chris West was the G-2 Heavyweight Champion. Not Ken Fuqua. Not Logan Gable. Not Duros. Chris West was the G-2 Heavyweight Champion. I wasn’t in G-2 anymore and even I was embarrassed about that. That’s the primary reason that I returned. Kyle Williams and I agreed on the matter that Chris West was not someone that deserved and looked good as the G-2 champ.

Inside my apartment, no one bothers me. I am in solitude away from the world that surrounds me and I’m at peace. With the lights off, I sit in the living room staring towards the window that leads to visions of the outside world. You can barely see me from the glow off of the computer screen to my left, but you can tell that I’m barely moving as I sit there and just stare towards the window.

Fnord: Outside in the real world people are always being busy-bodies. People are moving and shuffling and scurrying around like insects and vermin. Right now I’m supposed to be in school. I’m supposed to be furthering my education in order to obtain a higher position in the workforce. I’m supposed to be enriching my mind with facts and opinions and other educational matter in order to make my future brighter. I should be there. But tonight, I couldn’t do it. I got out of work today with a migraine the size of Kansas. You see I work at a doctor’s office where I hear the complaints of all of the sick and elderly. Can you imagine that for a minute? Every single day I go through listening to bitching and moaning and I feel like slapping the shit out of everyone. Not only that, but I’m working with a bunch of 40-year-old women that all have bad attitudes. At the end of the day, I’m mentally exhausted. I go to school and try and learn, but it never works. So, tonight I took the night off. I needed time alone to sit and stew about the idiots in the world. In my class last Thursday, we talked about discrimination. I told the teacher that I don’t discriminate. I told him the truth when I stated that I hate all people, not matter what they’re race, religion, sexual preference, gender, etc is. I am an equal-opportunity-hater.

My head slightly moves away from the window. My gaze goes right to the camera. You can’t see my face, but you can tell my I’m pointed in the right direction with the illumination from the computer screen.

Fnord: I didn’t ask you hear to listen to stories about how my life sucks. I asked you here because I have a few things to say about a few people in G-2. You see, sometimes I think too many steps ahead. Some people might say that I have that chess-like mind. Others would just call me an idiot. In fact, there are more people that would just call me an idiot. This disturbs me. No one respects me in this business. Well, no one except for Chris West and we all know that he’s fucked in the head. No one takes me seriously as an opponent. No one takes me seriously in the backstage. No one takes me seriously no matter where I go. This is why I came back to G-2. This is why I recently signed up for EFK’s Identity Crisis. This is why I have entered into the TFWF Battle Royal to find themselves a new TFWF World Heavyweight Champion. This is why I fought hard to earn my spot in the Golden Gauntlet. That is why I entered the huge inter-fed fiasco with CWC VS The Experts. I did all of this because I am demanding the respect that I deserve. I’ve accomplished a lot in my career as a professional wrestler. There are two things that I have yet to accomplish and it bugs me every time I enter the ring. I have never been the top dog anywhere that I’ve worked. I’ve never been the World or the Heavyweight Champion. The other thing that I feel every time I lace up my boots is that I am not respected by anyone that matters in this business. I didn’t pay any attention to what Nightmare and Kill Crazy said this week because I already knew what garbage they were going to spew out of their gullets. First they will say how they don’t know who Timothy DeClair is. Obviously you idiots don’t pay any attention. X-Treme Dream has transitioned. He is Timothy DeClair. He is “The Golden One”.

I rise to my feet off of the couch and walk towards the window in front of me. I peak out of the crack between the shade and the frame peering out into the busy world as I continue to speak.

Fnord: DeClair is a changed man and if you can’t see that, then you’re fucked. He’s changed for the better. Next thing you’re going to hear is about how I am nothing… nobody. You see I don’t have to watch a Kill Crazy or Nightmare promo to know what they’re going to say. Kill Crazy isn’t crazy; he’s demented. And he isn’t demented in a cool or strong way… he’s demented in a senile idiot way. Right now I want to focus on Kill Crazy. He’s one of those jackasses that boast about what they’ve done and how much better they are than their opponents. He will try and belittle me while making the crowd laugh at his crazy ways. I’ve been there, KC. I’ve done the whole talk to yourself thing. It’s been done.

I turn around and face the camera, which was just focused on my back. The light from the cracks in the shade behind me light up behind me, giving me a sort of angelic glow.

Fnord: Nightmare is a little more complicated. You see, me and Nightmare really haven’t done anything together… ever. I don’t think we’ve ever been in the ring at the same time. I actually think he might take this match on Full Throttle seriously, which is good for him. I don’t have anything bad to say about Nightmare, really. All I know is that he’s in my way. He’s a barrier between me and the respect that I demand. And what happens to brick walls that appear in front of me? I get a sledge hammer and break through.

I take a step towards the camera.

Fnord: I do need to mention my partner Timothy DeClair. Two weeks ago, we dominated in our tag team match. This week, we both seem to have some problems. I can already tell that we might have some problems this week because of our own personal issues outside of the G-2 Studio. By personal issues, I don’t mean between the two of us… I’m talking about our real lives. I know that both of us are busy people heading straight to the top. I know that we are considered assholes and some like to think of us as a little unwell. But neither of us is crazy. We know what we want and we go for it. We do anything we can to get what we want to happen. There’s something else we have in common… but it didn’t occur at the same time. All I can say about that is… Sluts up, homie. Think about that for a second.

I get even closer to the camera. The light from the computer screen behind him now shows the outline of my face. A huge shit-eating grin is plastered on it.

Fnord: One year ago, this match would’ve been insane. Kill Crazy, Nightmare X-Treme Dream and Fnord in a match together would mean chaos and insanity. This match would be only worthy of a Pay-Per-View or other huge show. But instead, things have changed. Kill Crazy is almost an on-call wrestler. He shows up once or twice a year and then leaves again. Nightmare’s intensity has dropped far down than it’s been in the more recent past. X-Treme Dream has realized that he wasn’t using his full potential and now as Timothy DeClair he will show the world what he can do. And me… Fnord. I’ve changed more than any man, woman or child that ever set foot in a G-2 ring. I’m not a gimmick anymore. I’m not fake and phony like most of you other fucktards that signed their name on a G-2 contract. I am what you see in front of you.

I step closer and the light washes over my whole face to reveal a quite psychotic look.

Fnord: It’s matches like these that I wish I really were as crazy as some people say I am. I’m not crazy; I’m just a little unwell. But I do want to feel Kill Crazy’s blood run through my fingers. I do want to pound away at Nightmare’s face until he can’t breath out of his nose anymore. Why do I want these things? My day-to-day life sucks. This is my time to be myself. This is my time to relieve myself of all the idiots that bother me during the daylight. Tomorrow night on Full Throttle… I have no excuses other than I just haven’t felt right this week. I’m going to go into that ring and give it my all, but I have a sneaky suspicion that it won’t be enough. Fuck it. You know what they say… Sluts up, bitches!

I push the camera away with my palm on the lens and then disappear deep into the dark apartment. All you can hear is my laughter for a few seconds. A door slams shut and some strange banging can be heard from a closed room in the dark. The cameraman slowly starts to back away and leaves out of the front door.]]>