http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/ Fri, 03 Sep 2010 08:58:53 -0600 MyBB http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1383 Fri, 03 Sep 2010 07:13:34 -0600 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1383 Duros vs. Matt Green main events!


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: Some interesting things to come believe you me! You'll find out next week.

Thanks to the RPers, disappointing to see some didn't show this week. As mentioned in my other thread I'm gone for a week. Erich the Logan Gable one is in charge. Auntie Duros will taking your calls.]]> Duros vs. Matt Green main events!


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: Some interesting things to come believe you me! You'll find out next week.

Thanks to the RPers, disappointing to see some didn't show this week. As mentioned in my other thread I'm gone for a week. Erich the Logan Gable one is in charge. Auntie Duros will taking your calls.]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1382 Thu, 02 Sep 2010 19:25:40 -0600 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1382
The card for next week is pretty much booked. Get your match writing orders in now. The results so long as everyone has their stuff in should be posted by me tomorrow afternoon before I go.

I will be checking in from time to time over the course of the week.

Play nice or I won't bring you back a present.]]>
The card for next week is pretty much booked. Get your match writing orders in now. The results so long as everyone has their stuff in should be posted by me tomorrow afternoon before I go.

I will be checking in from time to time over the course of the week.

Play nice or I won't bring you back a present.]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1381 Thu, 02 Sep 2010 19:16:03 -0600 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1381 In Chicago and it’s surrounding suburbs it’s pouring rain. The whole area is getting drenched in a downpour of “tears from God” as some would say. Most people run from their jobs to their cars. Once in their cars, they drive like assholes until they get home and run into their cozy warm and dry houses. Me on the other hand, I’m loving every minute of this cleansing rain. I stand outside in the open area in front of my old suburb of Chicago apartment. Still wearing the ripped jeans and wrestling boots from last week’s Supershow I stand with my arms outreached to the heaven’s letting the rain hit me all over and soak me from head to toe. Instead of still being shirtless like how I am while in a wrestling match, I’m wearing a black t-shirt with the words “Top Heel” in bold bricked white. I turn and face my associate who is my personal cameraman who is standing under an awning on the steps walking into the building. I smile. I smile as I move my arms down and walk towards him. I stop in front of the steps, keeping myself in the pouring rain.

Fnord: Where is Timothy DeClair? Usually you might see a promo for me a few days before the event. You might see me voice my opinions shortly after I know who my opponent is. Usually you’d see me close to the even making my words count about how my opponent sucks and how I’m so much better than him. This week is a different matter. This week I waited until the night before Full Throttle not only because I’m a jackass, but because I really wanted to hear what DeClair had to say. I wanted to hear exactly why he decided to come onto the Supershow and try to rain on my parade. When I sent him away from G-2 and to the hospital, I did it for a real reason.

My smile fades away and a look of anger and frustration fills my face. I start to pace back and forth in front of the camera as the rain continues to pour all over me.

Fnord: I helped you leave behind the Xtreme Dream. I helped you become The Golden One Timothy DeClair. It was like I was Dr. Frankenstein and you were my monster. That’s what you turned into, DeClair. You turned into an uncontrollable ego-driven monster. You started slacking off when we needed to be our strongest. You took advantage of holding the Golden Opportunity when there were many opportunities to cash it in and win the G-2 Heavyweight Title away from whoever was holding it. You made me look like a fool by getting us loss after loss to those douche bag Mofo members. You did all this while partying every night. You’d go out and celebrate with your champagne and huge ego. You were on a high so large that you needed to be pulled back down to reality. That’s why I sent you to the hospital. That’s why I made you leave G-2. You need to face the reality that was in front of us. Your excessive partying and egotistical self needed to see your own reflection.

I stop pacing and turn to the camera. I take a step forward and enter the covered area. I stare deep into the camera as water drips down from me to the surrounding cement steps around me.

Fnord: I knew there was a possibility that you might come back. I knew that I had sent you to the hospital, but I held back during our match. I didn’t want to kill you. I didn’t want to end your career. I wanted to teach you a lesson that you know you deserved to learn. You needed to be brought back down to reality and I believe I did just that. These weeks or months or however long it’s been since you’ve been gone has been very interesting for me. I’ve been alone like I know I belong. I didn’t have you there to watch my back or to bring me down with your pathetic excuse for wrestling skills. When you left, I rose up. Your Golden Opportunity was vacated and I beat both Chris West and Eddie T to get that briefcase. Ken Fuqua was supposed to be in that match, but he quit before it happened. I would’ve won either way. Now, I had planned to wait until Duros defending his title at the Supershow and THEN cash it in. I was going to take the most opportune time and steal that G-2 Heavyweight Title away from Duros. Then the asshole inside of me took over. Like you I let my emotions and ego take control of me. When I saw that Duros was going to just give the Supershow main event title shot to Chad Michaels, I said Hell no! I deserved to be in that main event. I deserved that shot at Duros and his G-2 Heavyweight Title. And then you showed up…

I move in closer to the camera as the sky gets darker and later at night it gets. The rain starts to lighten up as I sneak closer to the camera. Dark shadows scatter across my face as my eyes seem deeper and more crazy than normal.

Fnord: I thought while being in the hospital and healing up after I destroyed you that you would see why I did it. I thought that you understand that you had a lesson to be learned and I hoped you would’ve learned it. I knew you would come back and you did. You came back right when I was going to get another shot at stardom. You came back right at the moment that I was going to start shining like the star I am. You came out right before my big moment and put doubts into my head. You came out and for some reason I got psyched out. It’s not that I was afraid of you. It’s not that I was scared that you came back for your revenge. What held me back during the main event of the Supershow was my disappointment in you. You came back and pointed fingers. You came back and placed blame. You didn’t learn your lesson. You didn’t realize the truth and call me during your downtime. Timothy DeClair, you didn’t learn a goddamned thing. You are still ignorant and egotistical. If you would’ve called me earlier that same week of the Supershow and talked to me, I would’ve given you back the Golden Opportunity and let you have your shot. Instead you took away my spotlight. You came back and tried to keep that same name and power that you had before you left.

I turn around and step out from underneath the covered area. The rain has almost completely stopped with only a few drops falling here and there. The dark night sky is clear as the clouds move on to another place.

Fnord: Your very own presence brought a dark cloud over me for the rest of the night. That’s right. I blame myself not winning the G-2 Heavyweight Championship on you. Chad Michaels and Duros can thank you for doing what you did. They can thank you because if you hadn’t have shown up, I would’ve beat them bloody and won. Instead I get to let out all of my aggression onto you. You didn’t learn your lesson and the way you came back… you’re dead to me, son. The Lynch Mob is dead. Timothy DeClair is dead. To me you might as well be Xtreme Dream again. That’s why I challenge you this week to a no disqualification match. You see while you made your change from Xtreme Dream to Timothy DeClair… you changed. When I evolved into the warrior that I am today, I didn’t change a goddamned thing.

I turn around and smile at the camera one more time.

Fnord: I always say that I produce what needs to be produced for the opponent that I am facing. Tomorrow night, I’m going to face a no-talent egotistical loser. Do I need to train for that? Nope. Do I need to get ready for our match? Nope. I’m still the Extreme Bastard. I’m still the Hardcore Asshole. I’m still a Submission Machine. I am complete now. I’m not just going to be extreme or hardcore or technical. I’m going to combine everything that I learned throughout my years of training and get whatever the fuck I want. I will make demands on who I want to face. I will defeat them. In fact, I am telling you right now that the Main Event of the ninth Supershow will be Duros versus Fnord for the G-2 Heavyweight Title. It’s written in blood… blood that you will shed tomorrow night. Blood that I will make every single one of my opponents have pour out of them week after week. Timothy DeClair came back and decided to rain on my parade. The thing about me though… no matter how much of an asshole I am, I always come out on top. I always land on my feet. Tomorrow night on Full Throttle I’m going to land on my feet. No matter what you bring to the match tomorrow I will come out on top.

Someone leans out of a window of the building that I used to live in. Some douche bag tries to interrupt me and succeeds.

Douche Bag: Hey asshole, shut the fuck up and get out of here!

I turn my attention to him and my smile fades. I walk forward past the cameraman and to the front door. I go into my pockets and pull out a set of keys, one of which opens the door in front of me. The camera catches me walking up a set of steps and knocking on a door before the front door closes. Voices can be heard and then a ruckus before you see me and the douche bag at the window. I violently push him through the window and out onto the lawn. It’s only the first floor so he’s barely hurt. He gets up off the lawn and takes off running as I step through the broken window and walk back to the camera. A few cuts from the broken glass are spread out on my arms and on the sides of my face. My smile returns.

Fnord: Where was I? Oh yeah, I remember now. Timothy DeClair will be beaten tomorrow night and I hope he finally learns his lesson. He’s in my way therefore I will move him out of my way. Supershow IX will be monumental as it will be the event I become the next G-2 Heavyweight Championship. No one else can surprise me and push me off guard. No one else can try to fuck with me. I don’t have the Golden Opportunity anymore. I don’t have any quick way to get into the main event and get a title shot. I said I want the shot and I will get it. Kyle Williams and the front office will give it to me. I will destroy every single person that stands in front of me in the ring and out of the ring until I get that contract signed. This week I teach the returning Timothy DeClair the lesson that he should’ve learned a while ago. If he doesn’t learn it after this week, I’ll just teach it to him again… and again… and again. On Full Throttle I will destroy DeClair. That’s a fact.

I turn in the direction of where the douche bag ran away and I start to sprint after him while laughing. ]]> In Chicago and it’s surrounding suburbs it’s pouring rain. The whole area is getting drenched in a downpour of “tears from God” as some would say. Most people run from their jobs to their cars. Once in their cars, they drive like assholes until they get home and run into their cozy warm and dry houses. Me on the other hand, I’m loving every minute of this cleansing rain. I stand outside in the open area in front of my old suburb of Chicago apartment. Still wearing the ripped jeans and wrestling boots from last week’s Supershow I stand with my arms outreached to the heaven’s letting the rain hit me all over and soak me from head to toe. Instead of still being shirtless like how I am while in a wrestling match, I’m wearing a black t-shirt with the words “Top Heel” in bold bricked white. I turn and face my associate who is my personal cameraman who is standing under an awning on the steps walking into the building. I smile. I smile as I move my arms down and walk towards him. I stop in front of the steps, keeping myself in the pouring rain.

Fnord: Where is Timothy DeClair? Usually you might see a promo for me a few days before the event. You might see me voice my opinions shortly after I know who my opponent is. Usually you’d see me close to the even making my words count about how my opponent sucks and how I’m so much better than him. This week is a different matter. This week I waited until the night before Full Throttle not only because I’m a jackass, but because I really wanted to hear what DeClair had to say. I wanted to hear exactly why he decided to come onto the Supershow and try to rain on my parade. When I sent him away from G-2 and to the hospital, I did it for a real reason.

My smile fades away and a look of anger and frustration fills my face. I start to pace back and forth in front of the camera as the rain continues to pour all over me.

Fnord: I helped you leave behind the Xtreme Dream. I helped you become The Golden One Timothy DeClair. It was like I was Dr. Frankenstein and you were my monster. That’s what you turned into, DeClair. You turned into an uncontrollable ego-driven monster. You started slacking off when we needed to be our strongest. You took advantage of holding the Golden Opportunity when there were many opportunities to cash it in and win the G-2 Heavyweight Title away from whoever was holding it. You made me look like a fool by getting us loss after loss to those douche bag Mofo members. You did all this while partying every night. You’d go out and celebrate with your champagne and huge ego. You were on a high so large that you needed to be pulled back down to reality. That’s why I sent you to the hospital. That’s why I made you leave G-2. You need to face the reality that was in front of us. Your excessive partying and egotistical self needed to see your own reflection.

I stop pacing and turn to the camera. I take a step forward and enter the covered area. I stare deep into the camera as water drips down from me to the surrounding cement steps around me.

Fnord: I knew there was a possibility that you might come back. I knew that I had sent you to the hospital, but I held back during our match. I didn’t want to kill you. I didn’t want to end your career. I wanted to teach you a lesson that you know you deserved to learn. You needed to be brought back down to reality and I believe I did just that. These weeks or months or however long it’s been since you’ve been gone has been very interesting for me. I’ve been alone like I know I belong. I didn’t have you there to watch my back or to bring me down with your pathetic excuse for wrestling skills. When you left, I rose up. Your Golden Opportunity was vacated and I beat both Chris West and Eddie T to get that briefcase. Ken Fuqua was supposed to be in that match, but he quit before it happened. I would’ve won either way. Now, I had planned to wait until Duros defending his title at the Supershow and THEN cash it in. I was going to take the most opportune time and steal that G-2 Heavyweight Title away from Duros. Then the asshole inside of me took over. Like you I let my emotions and ego take control of me. When I saw that Duros was going to just give the Supershow main event title shot to Chad Michaels, I said Hell no! I deserved to be in that main event. I deserved that shot at Duros and his G-2 Heavyweight Title. And then you showed up…

I move in closer to the camera as the sky gets darker and later at night it gets. The rain starts to lighten up as I sneak closer to the camera. Dark shadows scatter across my face as my eyes seem deeper and more crazy than normal.

Fnord: I thought while being in the hospital and healing up after I destroyed you that you would see why I did it. I thought that you understand that you had a lesson to be learned and I hoped you would’ve learned it. I knew you would come back and you did. You came back right when I was going to get another shot at stardom. You came back right at the moment that I was going to start shining like the star I am. You came out right before my big moment and put doubts into my head. You came out and for some reason I got psyched out. It’s not that I was afraid of you. It’s not that I was scared that you came back for your revenge. What held me back during the main event of the Supershow was my disappointment in you. You came back and pointed fingers. You came back and placed blame. You didn’t learn your lesson. You didn’t realize the truth and call me during your downtime. Timothy DeClair, you didn’t learn a goddamned thing. You are still ignorant and egotistical. If you would’ve called me earlier that same week of the Supershow and talked to me, I would’ve given you back the Golden Opportunity and let you have your shot. Instead you took away my spotlight. You came back and tried to keep that same name and power that you had before you left.

I turn around and step out from underneath the covered area. The rain has almost completely stopped with only a few drops falling here and there. The dark night sky is clear as the clouds move on to another place.

Fnord: Your very own presence brought a dark cloud over me for the rest of the night. That’s right. I blame myself not winning the G-2 Heavyweight Championship on you. Chad Michaels and Duros can thank you for doing what you did. They can thank you because if you hadn’t have shown up, I would’ve beat them bloody and won. Instead I get to let out all of my aggression onto you. You didn’t learn your lesson and the way you came back… you’re dead to me, son. The Lynch Mob is dead. Timothy DeClair is dead. To me you might as well be Xtreme Dream again. That’s why I challenge you this week to a no disqualification match. You see while you made your change from Xtreme Dream to Timothy DeClair… you changed. When I evolved into the warrior that I am today, I didn’t change a goddamned thing.

I turn around and smile at the camera one more time.

Fnord: I always say that I produce what needs to be produced for the opponent that I am facing. Tomorrow night, I’m going to face a no-talent egotistical loser. Do I need to train for that? Nope. Do I need to get ready for our match? Nope. I’m still the Extreme Bastard. I’m still the Hardcore Asshole. I’m still a Submission Machine. I am complete now. I’m not just going to be extreme or hardcore or technical. I’m going to combine everything that I learned throughout my years of training and get whatever the fuck I want. I will make demands on who I want to face. I will defeat them. In fact, I am telling you right now that the Main Event of the ninth Supershow will be Duros versus Fnord for the G-2 Heavyweight Title. It’s written in blood… blood that you will shed tomorrow night. Blood that I will make every single one of my opponents have pour out of them week after week. Timothy DeClair came back and decided to rain on my parade. The thing about me though… no matter how much of an asshole I am, I always come out on top. I always land on my feet. Tomorrow night on Full Throttle I’m going to land on my feet. No matter what you bring to the match tomorrow I will come out on top.

Someone leans out of a window of the building that I used to live in. Some douche bag tries to interrupt me and succeeds.

Douche Bag: Hey asshole, shut the fuck up and get out of here!

I turn my attention to him and my smile fades. I walk forward past the cameraman and to the front door. I go into my pockets and pull out a set of keys, one of which opens the door in front of me. The camera catches me walking up a set of steps and knocking on a door before the front door closes. Voices can be heard and then a ruckus before you see me and the douche bag at the window. I violently push him through the window and out onto the lawn. It’s only the first floor so he’s barely hurt. He gets up off the lawn and takes off running as I step through the broken window and walk back to the camera. A few cuts from the broken glass are spread out on my arms and on the sides of my face. My smile returns.

Fnord: Where was I? Oh yeah, I remember now. Timothy DeClair will be beaten tomorrow night and I hope he finally learns his lesson. He’s in my way therefore I will move him out of my way. Supershow IX will be monumental as it will be the event I become the next G-2 Heavyweight Championship. No one else can surprise me and push me off guard. No one else can try to fuck with me. I don’t have the Golden Opportunity anymore. I don’t have any quick way to get into the main event and get a title shot. I said I want the shot and I will get it. Kyle Williams and the front office will give it to me. I will destroy every single person that stands in front of me in the ring and out of the ring until I get that contract signed. This week I teach the returning Timothy DeClair the lesson that he should’ve learned a while ago. If he doesn’t learn it after this week, I’ll just teach it to him again… and again… and again. On Full Throttle I will destroy DeClair. That’s a fact.

I turn in the direction of where the douche bag ran away and I start to sprint after him while laughing. ]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1380 Thu, 02 Sep 2010 12:47:54 -0600 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1380 Tired and Unclean



The G-2 logo fades in for our home viewers then it fades out. Black Death stands before the logo and he not looking to good. He needs a shave and hair cut in the worse way. But he still speaks with a strong voice.

Black Death: You know G-2 I am tired. Last week I was not looking to win that match , but I still throw almost everyone out of the ring … matt green got lucky , but hey sometimes things don’t go your way . So matt I am going to tip my hat to you. You got a shot, don’t waste it.

Now this week I cash in the number one contender ticket and take on the king asshole himself Trent Bradley. Truth is told I not really feeling this title. Yeah it a championship and who would not want to have a championship around their waist. But I want the big title. I know I can beat the best this place has to offer.

See I found out why I been feeling like shit lately. It because I am not in the big picture. I am not going after the world title. Fighting guys for lesser titles is not what I want to do, it not where I want to be and it going to change very soon.

So Trent I wait with belated breath to hear your words. Black Death as heard you talk about me before and I did not like what I heard. I don’t want your title, you can keep that. I going to make you suffer, I going to make a statement when I face you. I am going to show the world once again why I am a man not to be fuck with. Williams you think you’re clever, you think you are smart. I am still going to have that chat with you too… very soon.

Williams you think you are untouchable because you are the boss, while that shit is wrong. You are going to learn very soon that power uncheck is going to consume you. That you will play the ultimate price for the abuse of power. What goes around comes around like a runaway Mack Truck …and guess what I am that Truck.
Well fans I know it not something that you hope to hear from me, but I been fighting the good fight for a long time and there are other places that I fight for the right of the innocent man. All that fighting can drain a man, But never fear I still love my fans of G-2 and I hope that you can come out and watch me dismantle Trent Bradley piece by piece.
Yeah I hear some of you now. Black Death …Trent beat GDM and GDM beat you clean in the `center of the ring. I say wait … it was not the center of the ring; it was near the ropes when he pin me. Get that right. Ha ha ha ha ha.
It does not matter, because this is wrestling, anyone can beat anyone on a given day. I am better than Trent. I know that, but it does not mean that he cannot get a cheap win. Shit this is not an exact science, but when we step into the ring we take our chances. Bradley going to get his ass handed to him. I going to beat him down through the mat and if I get the TV title because of that so be it. But I can live without it.

That about it I declare that I want a shot at the world title , I giving Matt Green his due , I like the kid and see great things ahead for him. I going to jolly stomp Trent Bradley into paste and if I win the TV title …a big yeah for me. Williams is a dead man walking he just does not know it yet. I ask you the fans to come out to the shows, support your wrestling heroes for they work for you …they want to give you the best show they can.

I am Black Death, the Truth and the rest are just lies, I am the Right hand of Justice, for I have Might and I can make it right and when you face me you face the END!

Black Death walks left off screen the Logo of G-2 fades then we cut to black.]]> Tired and Unclean



The G-2 logo fades in for our home viewers then it fades out. Black Death stands before the logo and he not looking to good. He needs a shave and hair cut in the worse way. But he still speaks with a strong voice.

Black Death: You know G-2 I am tired. Last week I was not looking to win that match , but I still throw almost everyone out of the ring … matt green got lucky , but hey sometimes things don’t go your way . So matt I am going to tip my hat to you. You got a shot, don’t waste it.

Now this week I cash in the number one contender ticket and take on the king asshole himself Trent Bradley. Truth is told I not really feeling this title. Yeah it a championship and who would not want to have a championship around their waist. But I want the big title. I know I can beat the best this place has to offer.

See I found out why I been feeling like shit lately. It because I am not in the big picture. I am not going after the world title. Fighting guys for lesser titles is not what I want to do, it not where I want to be and it going to change very soon.

So Trent I wait with belated breath to hear your words. Black Death as heard you talk about me before and I did not like what I heard. I don’t want your title, you can keep that. I going to make you suffer, I going to make a statement when I face you. I am going to show the world once again why I am a man not to be fuck with. Williams you think you’re clever, you think you are smart. I am still going to have that chat with you too… very soon.

Williams you think you are untouchable because you are the boss, while that shit is wrong. You are going to learn very soon that power uncheck is going to consume you. That you will play the ultimate price for the abuse of power. What goes around comes around like a runaway Mack Truck …and guess what I am that Truck.
Well fans I know it not something that you hope to hear from me, but I been fighting the good fight for a long time and there are other places that I fight for the right of the innocent man. All that fighting can drain a man, But never fear I still love my fans of G-2 and I hope that you can come out and watch me dismantle Trent Bradley piece by piece.
Yeah I hear some of you now. Black Death …Trent beat GDM and GDM beat you clean in the `center of the ring. I say wait … it was not the center of the ring; it was near the ropes when he pin me. Get that right. Ha ha ha ha ha.
It does not matter, because this is wrestling, anyone can beat anyone on a given day. I am better than Trent. I know that, but it does not mean that he cannot get a cheap win. Shit this is not an exact science, but when we step into the ring we take our chances. Bradley going to get his ass handed to him. I going to beat him down through the mat and if I get the TV title because of that so be it. But I can live without it.

That about it I declare that I want a shot at the world title , I giving Matt Green his due , I like the kid and see great things ahead for him. I going to jolly stomp Trent Bradley into paste and if I win the TV title …a big yeah for me. Williams is a dead man walking he just does not know it yet. I ask you the fans to come out to the shows, support your wrestling heroes for they work for you …they want to give you the best show they can.

I am Black Death, the Truth and the rest are just lies, I am the Right hand of Justice, for I have Might and I can make it right and when you face me you face the END!

Black Death walks left off screen the Logo of G-2 fades then we cut to black.]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1378 Tue, 31 Aug 2010 20:11:16 -0600 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1378 *Tour of Texas page created (Jimmy might change the venues, I just wanted something up)
*Power Ten page created and updated (see Tour of Texas paranthesis)
*Roster updated
*New front page pics

Let me know if you guys want/need anything else done or something added.]]> *Tour of Texas page created (Jimmy might change the venues, I just wanted something up)
*Power Ten page created and updated (see Tour of Texas paranthesis)
*Roster updated
*New front page pics

Let me know if you guys want/need anything else done or something added.]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1377 Tue, 31 Aug 2010 15:05:47 -0600 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1377 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1376 Tue, 31 Aug 2010 02:55:32 -0600 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1376 Since the dawn of time, there has been one universal language, which every living thing can understand, from people, down to ants. It's not money, it's not love... it's war.

War establishes a chain of power, without which.. the entire world would be in disarray, and war would rage on endlessly. There would be no world powers, there would be no peace, there would be nothing... but destruction. There would be no food chain, this planet would be a never ending stream of chaos, discord, and disarray.

Now, you might argue that the world already is that way, but it could get worse. It could be.. so much worse.

War is an instrument of change, because the end result is never quite the same. The pecking order is rearranged, world powers fall.. and the world is born anew. Without war, we wouldn't be as technologically advanced, we wouldn't be so strong.. The human body is built for war. Because when the battle lines are drawn and the shots start going off, a man's adrenaline flushes all the anxiety out of his body, all of the doubt.. and it becomes survival of the fittest, kill or be killed.

Once a war begins, thousands upon thousands of soldiers run onto the battle front, facing certain death, and they don't even look back. Because the moment they doubt their cause, their reason to fight.. their death comes in vain. Once one soldier doubts himself, the rest are soon to follow, and the army will fall, their goals becoming slashed and raped, and they go to the bottom of the food chain.

Only the ignorant deny war's place in this world. Only the naive refuse to accept the harsh reality - war is the one necessary evil in this world. Whether it be warring, or warring gangs, or warring families.. war serves as a means of survival, an insurance policy for the victor. The cycle repeats, and in the end, thousands, millions or even billions will find their lives at a cold, bitter.. end. But a soldier's death is the most prideful, the most significant of all. Because he didn't die from a venereal disease, or from cancer, or from 'natural causes', no.. He died fighting for his life's purpose. He walked into the valley of the shadow of death, and he refused to fear the end, he embraced the inevitable willingly, he gave his life for what he believed, in the bottom of his heart, was right.

[All of a sudden, Christopher Stevenson swings into a patch of light, coming from a street lamp above, and grins into the camera.]

Today, I am fighting a war, not between nations, not between gangs, but a war.. to usher about a new era in professional wrestling. It's a new day, and I'm changing everything. I am going to DESTROY... EVERYTHING. Just to rebuild it all again.

Your mainstream stars of today, or--well, yesterday, there's no doubt that they can entertain you. But in today's world, when I hold all the cards, you can't just rest on your laurels anymore. All my career I've always had to go from the bottom up, even here in G2. I started off as a nobody, but with the fight inside of me, I instantly became the somebody that everybody told me I could never be. And that's exactly what GdM is going to have to do..

I know that some think it's a bit ridiculous for me to be making commands at this stage, but that would be an ill-advised observation. Don't get me wrong, these are not commands. These are merely the truest words that have ever come out of my mouth.

The time is coming, and when the clock strikes midnight on this easy life that your childhood hero, and your personal idol, your makeshift role-model has been living.. their perfect image in yours eyes, it will be shattered.. into a million different pieces.

[Christopher gradually sinks back into the darkness of night, eliminating any detailed view of his face or body language.]

And in the darkness, your eyes will be forced open. You will be brought to face your inner demons, and prove yourself. Prove.. that you can get back to your feet.

[The camera seems to follow Christopher as he strolls further into the parking lot, with his feet occasionally being revealed by one of the lamps high above. Eventually, as the apprehension within you begins to rise, and you wonder what comes next, his voice reigns out through the dead air.]

Contrary to popular belief, I am not a pathetic little man with an inferiority complex, just begging, pleading.. scraping for attention. I'm a God.. of War.

A message needs to be sent, and the world needs to see just how surreal I am. GdM has put himself into that situation, and I take no regret for what will happen to him at Full Throttle.

You wanna doubt me still? 'Cause as of right now, there's no question; I have the edge. I am one of the most imposing forces that this business has ever seen.. I am a well oiled war machine, set to bowl over everything in my path. I am a monstrous being.. perhaps one of the most physically imposing specimens in G2 today. You can make your jokes and call me anything you want, but when you're trapped inside that ring with me.. you'll learn to respect my ability.

[As the words leave Christopher's mouth in such a hostile manner, you GdM supporters begin to become concerned. He speaks such a valid case, because he is undeniably.. flawless. At least, for the task at hand, he is. Once again, his body reveals itself from the shadows, this time against the white exterior walls of the arena, with a lamp attached to the wall far above him spilling light all over him. His face is further illuminated by the sheer amount of evil within his gaze. Christopher holds his hands out in front of his chest, all fingers extended, and just opens up in this huge smirk, tainted by the devious nature of his intentions.]

But we all know that you'll claim to be prepared for this, GdM.. You'll fool the people into believing that you're ready to enter into the final confrontation in this war... this war of attrition. You'll pull the wool over their eyes, and blind them to the truth, and it's so sad-so... tragic. Because once the truth surfaces, and you're lying in a pool of your own blood, you'll have let the entire G2 Universe down, for the very last time.

But the most pathetic part of it is.. you actually believe.. you actually believe in your own bullshit.

GdM, I know you like to pretend that I'm not inside your head, and I know you're suffering from denial. You'd waste your energies on me, only to realize.. I can't be beaten, not in ways that you can comprehend. Not any of you.

[Christopher laughs in such a conceited manner it makes your blood boil. He clearly doesn't think much of GdM.]

For years, men like you have thrived in a world where a man's worth is determined, not by his heart, his soul, his passion, or his ability to captivate a crowd for sixty minutes, fighting his heart out for every last second, but rather.. by his ability to run his mouth, to bolster his own ego, to get on the mic and verbally hype the crowd with a promo that is by and large more entertaining than the match itself.

Where men like myself have bled and bled, cried, and then bled some more, just to get through to the next paycheck, and have maybe just one little glimmer of hope.. for a future in this business. I have endured all of these hardships, men like you, pseudo-wrestlers like you, have been pampered for the length of your careers. The moment you have financial struggles, is the moment that I would have been living on the streets. You have no idea what it's like.. to crawl on your hands and knees. And I find it highly offensive that you could even pretend.. FOR ONE SECOND.. THAT YOU EVEN HAVE THE SLIGHTEST CLUE!

The real fact is.. you'll never understand. You'll always be naive, and that will always be your downfall. While you've lived your sheltered life, sleeping in cozy beds, inside of hotel suites and penthouses.. I've been scrounging just for a little pocket change. And yet, now that I finally have my chance, it is you, who would try and deny me what I've earned, and what you've yet to even respect.

You love this business because it is your life, but you don't respect it, because you don't understand where it is that you could be. You've had your time to rule the roost, and now.. IT'S ALL OVER!

This is about pride for what I've been through, what I've endured, and how I have grown as a man, as a wrestler, as a fighter.. while you have conformed to the box you were thrown in from day one. This is about changing everything, and there is nothing you can do to stop me. Change is inevitable, and fate supports a new regime in the world of professional wrestling. Do you think a walking punchline like yourself can stop a revolution such as this? You're dead... DEAD WRONG.

[By now, the fires burning deep within had begun to really take their hold of Christopher. He whips himself around so that his eyes are staring directly into the camera's lens. The flickering of the light source above casts the kind of shadows his face that one could imagine from a scene in a psychological thriller film, where the antagonist makes his attempts to instill fear into the very souls of his victims. Christopher's face twists into a scowl which only makes the image even more unnerving. And yet, as he speaks, you become even more nervous, to the point of terror, because he is just.. so.. evil.]

Though your existence has been so.. carefree for so long, you've been inserted into a situation you can't handle. Your blood will flow, and I'll paint my face with the memory of your foolish sacrifice.

You fail to understand the severity of the situation you find yourself in. I've talked about war, and this confrontation, yes.. but how is going to happen? The two of us are going to be in that ring. This isn't a match, I think you already know that. I couldn't even call this a fight, no.. this is the most barbaric essence of warfare. No guns, no bombs, no tanks.. just two men, beating the hell out of one another.

And who's going to have the advantage? There's no doubt in my mind that you can dish out punishment, and take it. But you can't do either of those things.. the way I can. I am a soldier, warrior, animal.. a cruel bastard. And I take pride in it. Because no revolution ever got by without violence. Any amount of punishment you can give me, I will deal it back tenfold.

And you won't be able to cope with the pain, the agony, the torment. As the blood flows, and the bones splinter, my voice will seep into your mind, and you will forget.. why you were even fighting in the first place. Trust me, you DO NOT want to be trapped in that ring with me.

I've waited a long time for this day. The day where everything finally falls into place. I've needed this day for a long time now. Out of all the times I've been pushed down, denied, rejected by the spotlight.. my time has finally come.

I'll leave your face hanging on the inner walls of the goddamn arena if I have to. I'll tear you apart LIMB FROM FRIGGIN' LIMB! Compared to me, you are nothing. And I'll prove that, very soon. Personally, when I step into that ring, I will CHOKE THE LIFE OUT OF YOU! This is where you are finally brought to your knees, where all of the fun and games comes to AN END! You might be bigger, you might be stronger than me, but I am relentless, and you will NEVER STOP ME! Because it's not about how hard you can hit.. IT'S ABOUT HOW HARD YOU CAN GET HIT AND KEEP GETTIN' BACK UP!

[Christopher now comes face to face with the camera, as he screams in a fit of rage. His voice, so angry, so furious, so enraged, it nearly causes you to jump out of your seat. This man may not be your favorite in the world.. you may hate him with the depth of your soul, but his passion is unequaled.. his drive is undeniable. And come Full Throttle, that might just be all he needs.]]]> Since the dawn of time, there has been one universal language, which every living thing can understand, from people, down to ants. It's not money, it's not love... it's war.

War establishes a chain of power, without which.. the entire world would be in disarray, and war would rage on endlessly. There would be no world powers, there would be no peace, there would be nothing... but destruction. There would be no food chain, this planet would be a never ending stream of chaos, discord, and disarray.

Now, you might argue that the world already is that way, but it could get worse. It could be.. so much worse.

War is an instrument of change, because the end result is never quite the same. The pecking order is rearranged, world powers fall.. and the world is born anew. Without war, we wouldn't be as technologically advanced, we wouldn't be so strong.. The human body is built for war. Because when the battle lines are drawn and the shots start going off, a man's adrenaline flushes all the anxiety out of his body, all of the doubt.. and it becomes survival of the fittest, kill or be killed.

Once a war begins, thousands upon thousands of soldiers run onto the battle front, facing certain death, and they don't even look back. Because the moment they doubt their cause, their reason to fight.. their death comes in vain. Once one soldier doubts himself, the rest are soon to follow, and the army will fall, their goals becoming slashed and raped, and they go to the bottom of the food chain.

Only the ignorant deny war's place in this world. Only the naive refuse to accept the harsh reality - war is the one necessary evil in this world. Whether it be warring, or warring gangs, or warring families.. war serves as a means of survival, an insurance policy for the victor. The cycle repeats, and in the end, thousands, millions or even billions will find their lives at a cold, bitter.. end. But a soldier's death is the most prideful, the most significant of all. Because he didn't die from a venereal disease, or from cancer, or from 'natural causes', no.. He died fighting for his life's purpose. He walked into the valley of the shadow of death, and he refused to fear the end, he embraced the inevitable willingly, he gave his life for what he believed, in the bottom of his heart, was right.

[All of a sudden, Christopher Stevenson swings into a patch of light, coming from a street lamp above, and grins into the camera.]

Today, I am fighting a war, not between nations, not between gangs, but a war.. to usher about a new era in professional wrestling. It's a new day, and I'm changing everything. I am going to DESTROY... EVERYTHING. Just to rebuild it all again.

Your mainstream stars of today, or--well, yesterday, there's no doubt that they can entertain you. But in today's world, when I hold all the cards, you can't just rest on your laurels anymore. All my career I've always had to go from the bottom up, even here in G2. I started off as a nobody, but with the fight inside of me, I instantly became the somebody that everybody told me I could never be. And that's exactly what GdM is going to have to do..

I know that some think it's a bit ridiculous for me to be making commands at this stage, but that would be an ill-advised observation. Don't get me wrong, these are not commands. These are merely the truest words that have ever come out of my mouth.

The time is coming, and when the clock strikes midnight on this easy life that your childhood hero, and your personal idol, your makeshift role-model has been living.. their perfect image in yours eyes, it will be shattered.. into a million different pieces.

[Christopher gradually sinks back into the darkness of night, eliminating any detailed view of his face or body language.]

And in the darkness, your eyes will be forced open. You will be brought to face your inner demons, and prove yourself. Prove.. that you can get back to your feet.

[The camera seems to follow Christopher as he strolls further into the parking lot, with his feet occasionally being revealed by one of the lamps high above. Eventually, as the apprehension within you begins to rise, and you wonder what comes next, his voice reigns out through the dead air.]

Contrary to popular belief, I am not a pathetic little man with an inferiority complex, just begging, pleading.. scraping for attention. I'm a God.. of War.

A message needs to be sent, and the world needs to see just how surreal I am. GdM has put himself into that situation, and I take no regret for what will happen to him at Full Throttle.

You wanna doubt me still? 'Cause as of right now, there's no question; I have the edge. I am one of the most imposing forces that this business has ever seen.. I am a well oiled war machine, set to bowl over everything in my path. I am a monstrous being.. perhaps one of the most physically imposing specimens in G2 today. You can make your jokes and call me anything you want, but when you're trapped inside that ring with me.. you'll learn to respect my ability.

[As the words leave Christopher's mouth in such a hostile manner, you GdM supporters begin to become concerned. He speaks such a valid case, because he is undeniably.. flawless. At least, for the task at hand, he is. Once again, his body reveals itself from the shadows, this time against the white exterior walls of the arena, with a lamp attached to the wall far above him spilling light all over him. His face is further illuminated by the sheer amount of evil within his gaze. Christopher holds his hands out in front of his chest, all fingers extended, and just opens up in this huge smirk, tainted by the devious nature of his intentions.]

But we all know that you'll claim to be prepared for this, GdM.. You'll fool the people into believing that you're ready to enter into the final confrontation in this war... this war of attrition. You'll pull the wool over their eyes, and blind them to the truth, and it's so sad-so... tragic. Because once the truth surfaces, and you're lying in a pool of your own blood, you'll have let the entire G2 Universe down, for the very last time.

But the most pathetic part of it is.. you actually believe.. you actually believe in your own bullshit.

GdM, I know you like to pretend that I'm not inside your head, and I know you're suffering from denial. You'd waste your energies on me, only to realize.. I can't be beaten, not in ways that you can comprehend. Not any of you.

[Christopher laughs in such a conceited manner it makes your blood boil. He clearly doesn't think much of GdM.]

For years, men like you have thrived in a world where a man's worth is determined, not by his heart, his soul, his passion, or his ability to captivate a crowd for sixty minutes, fighting his heart out for every last second, but rather.. by his ability to run his mouth, to bolster his own ego, to get on the mic and verbally hype the crowd with a promo that is by and large more entertaining than the match itself.

Where men like myself have bled and bled, cried, and then bled some more, just to get through to the next paycheck, and have maybe just one little glimmer of hope.. for a future in this business. I have endured all of these hardships, men like you, pseudo-wrestlers like you, have been pampered for the length of your careers. The moment you have financial struggles, is the moment that I would have been living on the streets. You have no idea what it's like.. to crawl on your hands and knees. And I find it highly offensive that you could even pretend.. FOR ONE SECOND.. THAT YOU EVEN HAVE THE SLIGHTEST CLUE!

The real fact is.. you'll never understand. You'll always be naive, and that will always be your downfall. While you've lived your sheltered life, sleeping in cozy beds, inside of hotel suites and penthouses.. I've been scrounging just for a little pocket change. And yet, now that I finally have my chance, it is you, who would try and deny me what I've earned, and what you've yet to even respect.

You love this business because it is your life, but you don't respect it, because you don't understand where it is that you could be. You've had your time to rule the roost, and now.. IT'S ALL OVER!

This is about pride for what I've been through, what I've endured, and how I have grown as a man, as a wrestler, as a fighter.. while you have conformed to the box you were thrown in from day one. This is about changing everything, and there is nothing you can do to stop me. Change is inevitable, and fate supports a new regime in the world of professional wrestling. Do you think a walking punchline like yourself can stop a revolution such as this? You're dead... DEAD WRONG.

[By now, the fires burning deep within had begun to really take their hold of Christopher. He whips himself around so that his eyes are staring directly into the camera's lens. The flickering of the light source above casts the kind of shadows his face that one could imagine from a scene in a psychological thriller film, where the antagonist makes his attempts to instill fear into the very souls of his victims. Christopher's face twists into a scowl which only makes the image even more unnerving. And yet, as he speaks, you become even more nervous, to the point of terror, because he is just.. so.. evil.]

Though your existence has been so.. carefree for so long, you've been inserted into a situation you can't handle. Your blood will flow, and I'll paint my face with the memory of your foolish sacrifice.

You fail to understand the severity of the situation you find yourself in. I've talked about war, and this confrontation, yes.. but how is going to happen? The two of us are going to be in that ring. This isn't a match, I think you already know that. I couldn't even call this a fight, no.. this is the most barbaric essence of warfare. No guns, no bombs, no tanks.. just two men, beating the hell out of one another.

And who's going to have the advantage? There's no doubt in my mind that you can dish out punishment, and take it. But you can't do either of those things.. the way I can. I am a soldier, warrior, animal.. a cruel bastard. And I take pride in it. Because no revolution ever got by without violence. Any amount of punishment you can give me, I will deal it back tenfold.

And you won't be able to cope with the pain, the agony, the torment. As the blood flows, and the bones splinter, my voice will seep into your mind, and you will forget.. why you were even fighting in the first place. Trust me, you DO NOT want to be trapped in that ring with me.

I've waited a long time for this day. The day where everything finally falls into place. I've needed this day for a long time now. Out of all the times I've been pushed down, denied, rejected by the spotlight.. my time has finally come.

I'll leave your face hanging on the inner walls of the goddamn arena if I have to. I'll tear you apart LIMB FROM FRIGGIN' LIMB! Compared to me, you are nothing. And I'll prove that, very soon. Personally, when I step into that ring, I will CHOKE THE LIFE OUT OF YOU! This is where you are finally brought to your knees, where all of the fun and games comes to AN END! You might be bigger, you might be stronger than me, but I am relentless, and you will NEVER STOP ME! Because it's not about how hard you can hit.. IT'S ABOUT HOW HARD YOU CAN GET HIT AND KEEP GETTIN' BACK UP!

[Christopher now comes face to face with the camera, as he screams in a fit of rage. His voice, so angry, so furious, so enraged, it nearly causes you to jump out of your seat. This man may not be your favorite in the world.. you may hate him with the depth of your soul, but his passion is unequaled.. his drive is undeniable. And come Full Throttle, that might just be all he needs.]]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1375 Mon, 30 Aug 2010 23:49:46 -0600 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1375 “Matt Green has him on the ropes! All he has to do is put on his finishing move! BOOM! Green rolls him up for the pin. 1…2…3! Matt Green is the new heavyweight champion of the world!” This week has brought flashes of my childhood back to life. My favourite thing to do when I got home from school was grab my action figures and act out my own wrestling company where I was always the champ. Now, only a few short years on I am on the brink of making these dreams become a reality.

Last week at G2’s Supershow I took that leap into the spotlight that I had been waiting upon since arriving. Not only did I walk out of my hometown of Texas with my head held high knowing I got the better of some of the biggest names in G2, but more importantly I walked away with a shot at the G2 Wrestling Heavyweight Championship.

Thinking about that is a scary thought. I arrived through the doors out of G2 just a month ago and now I have the opportunity to become the marquee man. I’m an eighteen-year-old kid who has barely been around the block who doesn’t deserve this gift. I haven’t proven myself enough to be in the position and quite frankly there are countless other guys who should take my spot. Everyone out back might hate Fnord but he spoke nothing but the truth when he came out in front of the camera after the show; “Green getting a shot at that belt is nothing but a joke.”

I sit in the front of my dad’s truck as he takes me to the local gym to get in a session to prepare for this week. I’m looking down at my feet as if deep depression has come over me with all these thoughts. Then, I suddenly look up and burst out laughing at these claims. Dad turns his head from the road from my outburst, “What’s so funny?”

“Ahhh nothing really, just something funny I’ve heard going around backstage.” Dad gives out a small laugh pretending to know what I’m talking about. Me, not deserving of the shot I’ve been given? Me, getting down in the dumps at these remarks? Now that’s the joke. But then again, what else can you expect from a person like Fnord. I know why I got this title shot and that’s all that matters. I’ve worked my ass off every day since day one and gone into every match sacrificing my body to make sure I’ve put myself into this position. This week I have to prove that Kyle Williams wasn’t wrong in pitting me against Duros.

We finally pull up to my local gym so I grab my stuff from the back and put my game-face on ready for an intense session. “You need a lift back once you’re done?” Dad looks at me with a sought of lonesome look. I feel guilty about spending less time with him these days.

“Nah I’ll just call a cab when I’m done.”

“Alright, well feel free to come back home whenever you want.” I’d spent the last few nights back at the ranch with Mum and Dad to get away from the limelight for a bit. They’ve come to understand me getting my own place but now I just need to get my own license. I’ve driven trucks all around the ranch since I was ten years old but never needed a proper license since Dad would take me to every wrestling meet and training session during high school.

I walk out of the car park and head towards the entrance to find in all honesty what I expected: a camera waiting for me to give a shoot. Well, at least I have my game-face on. I drop my bags and approach the camera ready to speak.

“I’ve been the number one guy in my life for so long that it has been enlightening to remember just what it was like to crawl my way up to the top. In high school it took years to be nationally recognised as the number one prospect. In G2 it’s taken me only a month to be considered the number one contender of the G2 Heavyweight Championship. Some might not like it, some might not want to believe it, but everyone out there has to realise that I am the next G2 Champion.”

The thought of raising that title belt over my head this week brings a smile to my face.

“Last week I proved that I have what it takes to be just that, and then some. When I marched all over the seven other men in my ring I gave out my first warning call to the safety of the Heavyweight Title. Who would have that Kyle Williams would put those wheels into motion just seconds later. This week I lock horns with Duros to fight for what every wrestling fanatic young and old has wanted around their waist.”

I remember when I was just six years old I spent all day with some cardboard, sticky tape and paints creating my own personal heavyweight title belt that I would proudly parade around in front of my make-believe crowd in the backyard.

“Fnord has come out and said I don’t deserve this shot at Duros. He thinks I’m too young, too inexperienced and just not good enough. It’s easy enough for a man who just got everything taken away from him in one night to come out and shoot his mouth. No more golden opportunity and a lost shot at the title will do that to you. But Fnord has never been worth anyone’s time and I assure you he isn’t going to get to me and take away from what I truly need to focus on this week.”

If anything he’s just adding fuel to my fire to prove all these doubters wrong.

“At Full Throttle’s 100th show Duros fought until the bitter end before he came out as a two-time G2 Heavyweight Champion. Over his two reigns at the helm of G2 he has held he title for nearly 300 days. I’ve been in G2 for less than 30 days. So now we have one of the greatest wrestlers that has ever walked through the doors of G2 taking on the kid with a future brighter than the largest star in our infinite universe. It’s a match made in heaven and it kicks on from where last weeks Supershow left off.”

Last week’s Supershow showed the wrestling community just what G2 was capable of doing and this weeks Full Throttle has been deemed to be one of the greatest cards to date.

“Since arriving here in G2 I’ve been in charge of kicking off the show in the way that Full Throttle deserves. I’ve had just four professional matches in my career and every one of them has been the opener. This week I get to show just what a main event match should look like when I collide with a man who has proven time and time again he can do just that. Duros has been the lynchpin of G2 and steered the ship to great heights. He has gained the respect from everyone who has walked onto the hallowed grounds of G2. That is me included.”

I would be mad to say Duros hasn’t been the best thing for G2.

“But G2 has been taking significant strides forward and the future looks bright. Duros has been great for this company but it’s time for him to take a step to the side and let the young superstar Matt Green take over. Now I don’t expect you to lie down for me and hand over the belt. That’s not the way I want to win the title that I’ve wanted since I was just a kid. What I’m saying is Duros, I respect the hell out of you but you better believe when I step into the ring I am going to be coming at you with full force.”

I notice my hands have clinched into fists from intensity, which sends a chill down my spine.

“This is the week that I’ve been waiting for my whole life. There is no way that I am going to give up on this opportunity. This week I face a man that we’ve seen dominate G2 since it’s first show. But he didn’t start at the top. He worked hard week in and week out before becoming one of the greatest. Just like me, he started as a nobody. This week when I capture the G2 Heavyweight Championship I become one of G2’s greatest. And then in two-three years we will be talking about how I worked hard week in week out to get where I will soon be- the top. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life and that’s something to fear looking back at what I’ve achieved over the past few years.”

I begin thinking about holding that belt over my head that causes me to clinch my fists even tighter. I flick my hair back through my hands and look deeply into the camera, which has become a sort of signature for me.

“Duros, this week we show the world just what G2 is capable of by putting on one hell of a match. We will push each other into agony and desperation and then push a little further. But when the final bell rings and we crawl out and with next to no energy left it’s going to be just that little bit harder for me to walk up that ramp way because I will be weighed down by a championship belt over my shoulder. You’ve had your fun in the sun…or shade…or coffin…or wherever it is you hang out, but now it’s my time to reign supreme here in G2.”

I take my eye from the camera and collect my gym gear. The cameras stop rolling and the crew heads away as I walk towards the gym. As I open the doors to the gym I hear a unique ring coming from my bag. My heart sinks; I haven’t heard this assigned ringtone for a few weeks. I hesitantly reach into my bag and reluctantly answer it.

“Hee…hello?”

“I gave you three months and you’re half way there in just a month. Win this week and you get your freedom. You know what will happen if you disappoint me.”

The other end hangs up abruptly as per usual and leaves me slightly quivering. I take a deep breath and shake it off. Don’t let it ruin your focus Matt. I walk into the gym and try put it behind me.

This week is about winning that title and nothing else.]]> “Matt Green has him on the ropes! All he has to do is put on his finishing move! BOOM! Green rolls him up for the pin. 1…2…3! Matt Green is the new heavyweight champion of the world!” This week has brought flashes of my childhood back to life. My favourite thing to do when I got home from school was grab my action figures and act out my own wrestling company where I was always the champ. Now, only a few short years on I am on the brink of making these dreams become a reality.

Last week at G2’s Supershow I took that leap into the spotlight that I had been waiting upon since arriving. Not only did I walk out of my hometown of Texas with my head held high knowing I got the better of some of the biggest names in G2, but more importantly I walked away with a shot at the G2 Wrestling Heavyweight Championship.

Thinking about that is a scary thought. I arrived through the doors out of G2 just a month ago and now I have the opportunity to become the marquee man. I’m an eighteen-year-old kid who has barely been around the block who doesn’t deserve this gift. I haven’t proven myself enough to be in the position and quite frankly there are countless other guys who should take my spot. Everyone out back might hate Fnord but he spoke nothing but the truth when he came out in front of the camera after the show; “Green getting a shot at that belt is nothing but a joke.”

I sit in the front of my dad’s truck as he takes me to the local gym to get in a session to prepare for this week. I’m looking down at my feet as if deep depression has come over me with all these thoughts. Then, I suddenly look up and burst out laughing at these claims. Dad turns his head from the road from my outburst, “What’s so funny?”

“Ahhh nothing really, just something funny I’ve heard going around backstage.” Dad gives out a small laugh pretending to know what I’m talking about. Me, not deserving of the shot I’ve been given? Me, getting down in the dumps at these remarks? Now that’s the joke. But then again, what else can you expect from a person like Fnord. I know why I got this title shot and that’s all that matters. I’ve worked my ass off every day since day one and gone into every match sacrificing my body to make sure I’ve put myself into this position. This week I have to prove that Kyle Williams wasn’t wrong in pitting me against Duros.

We finally pull up to my local gym so I grab my stuff from the back and put my game-face on ready for an intense session. “You need a lift back once you’re done?” Dad looks at me with a sought of lonesome look. I feel guilty about spending less time with him these days.

“Nah I’ll just call a cab when I’m done.”

“Alright, well feel free to come back home whenever you want.” I’d spent the last few nights back at the ranch with Mum and Dad to get away from the limelight for a bit. They’ve come to understand me getting my own place but now I just need to get my own license. I’ve driven trucks all around the ranch since I was ten years old but never needed a proper license since Dad would take me to every wrestling meet and training session during high school.

I walk out of the car park and head towards the entrance to find in all honesty what I expected: a camera waiting for me to give a shoot. Well, at least I have my game-face on. I drop my bags and approach the camera ready to speak.

“I’ve been the number one guy in my life for so long that it has been enlightening to remember just what it was like to crawl my way up to the top. In high school it took years to be nationally recognised as the number one prospect. In G2 it’s taken me only a month to be considered the number one contender of the G2 Heavyweight Championship. Some might not like it, some might not want to believe it, but everyone out there has to realise that I am the next G2 Champion.”

The thought of raising that title belt over my head this week brings a smile to my face.

“Last week I proved that I have what it takes to be just that, and then some. When I marched all over the seven other men in my ring I gave out my first warning call to the safety of the Heavyweight Title. Who would have that Kyle Williams would put those wheels into motion just seconds later. This week I lock horns with Duros to fight for what every wrestling fanatic young and old has wanted around their waist.”

I remember when I was just six years old I spent all day with some cardboard, sticky tape and paints creating my own personal heavyweight title belt that I would proudly parade around in front of my make-believe crowd in the backyard.

“Fnord has come out and said I don’t deserve this shot at Duros. He thinks I’m too young, too inexperienced and just not good enough. It’s easy enough for a man who just got everything taken away from him in one night to come out and shoot his mouth. No more golden opportunity and a lost shot at the title will do that to you. But Fnord has never been worth anyone’s time and I assure you he isn’t going to get to me and take away from what I truly need to focus on this week.”

If anything he’s just adding fuel to my fire to prove all these doubters wrong.

“At Full Throttle’s 100th show Duros fought until the bitter end before he came out as a two-time G2 Heavyweight Champion. Over his two reigns at the helm of G2 he has held he title for nearly 300 days. I’ve been in G2 for less than 30 days. So now we have one of the greatest wrestlers that has ever walked through the doors of G2 taking on the kid with a future brighter than the largest star in our infinite universe. It’s a match made in heaven and it kicks on from where last weeks Supershow left off.”

Last week’s Supershow showed the wrestling community just what G2 was capable of doing and this weeks Full Throttle has been deemed to be one of the greatest cards to date.

“Since arriving here in G2 I’ve been in charge of kicking off the show in the way that Full Throttle deserves. I’ve had just four professional matches in my career and every one of them has been the opener. This week I get to show just what a main event match should look like when I collide with a man who has proven time and time again he can do just that. Duros has been the lynchpin of G2 and steered the ship to great heights. He has gained the respect from everyone who has walked onto the hallowed grounds of G2. That is me included.”

I would be mad to say Duros hasn’t been the best thing for G2.

“But G2 has been taking significant strides forward and the future looks bright. Duros has been great for this company but it’s time for him to take a step to the side and let the young superstar Matt Green take over. Now I don’t expect you to lie down for me and hand over the belt. That’s not the way I want to win the title that I’ve wanted since I was just a kid. What I’m saying is Duros, I respect the hell out of you but you better believe when I step into the ring I am going to be coming at you with full force.”

I notice my hands have clinched into fists from intensity, which sends a chill down my spine.

“This is the week that I’ve been waiting for my whole life. There is no way that I am going to give up on this opportunity. This week I face a man that we’ve seen dominate G2 since it’s first show. But he didn’t start at the top. He worked hard week in and week out before becoming one of the greatest. Just like me, he started as a nobody. This week when I capture the G2 Heavyweight Championship I become one of G2’s greatest. And then in two-three years we will be talking about how I worked hard week in week out to get where I will soon be- the top. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life and that’s something to fear looking back at what I’ve achieved over the past few years.”

I begin thinking about holding that belt over my head that causes me to clinch my fists even tighter. I flick my hair back through my hands and look deeply into the camera, which has become a sort of signature for me.

“Duros, this week we show the world just what G2 is capable of by putting on one hell of a match. We will push each other into agony and desperation and then push a little further. But when the final bell rings and we crawl out and with next to no energy left it’s going to be just that little bit harder for me to walk up that ramp way because I will be weighed down by a championship belt over my shoulder. You’ve had your fun in the sun…or shade…or coffin…or wherever it is you hang out, but now it’s my time to reign supreme here in G2.”

I take my eye from the camera and collect my gym gear. The cameras stop rolling and the crew heads away as I walk towards the gym. As I open the doors to the gym I hear a unique ring coming from my bag. My heart sinks; I haven’t heard this assigned ringtone for a few weeks. I hesitantly reach into my bag and reluctantly answer it.

“Hee…hello?”

“I gave you three months and you’re half way there in just a month. Win this week and you get your freedom. You know what will happen if you disappoint me.”

The other end hangs up abruptly as per usual and leaves me slightly quivering. I take a deep breath and shake it off. Don’t let it ruin your focus Matt. I walk into the gym and try put it behind me.

This week is about winning that title and nothing else.]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1371 Sun, 29 Aug 2010 21:56:53 -0600 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1371
I'm still not sure if I'm going to app, seeing as I have a lot on my plate, but, as soon as some time opens up, I'm definitely going to app. ]]>
I'm still not sure if I'm going to app, seeing as I have a lot on my plate, but, as soon as some time opens up, I'm definitely going to app. ]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1369 Sun, 29 Aug 2010 08:25:32 -0600 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1369
Singles Match
GdM
vs.
Christopher Stevenson
Referee: Oscar Hernandez


Television Title Match
Trent Bradley ©
vs.
Black Death
Referee: James Clifton


No Disqualification
Fnord
vs.
Timothy DeClair
Referee: Tim Barnes


-Main Event -
G-2 Heavyweight Championship
Duros ©
vs.
Matt Green
Referee: Terry French

If you could write a match please let us know.]]>
Singles Match
GdM
vs.
Christopher Stevenson
Referee: Oscar Hernandez


Television Title Match
Trent Bradley ©
vs.
Black Death
Referee: James Clifton


No Disqualification
Fnord
vs.
Timothy DeClair
Referee: Tim Barnes


-Main Event -
G-2 Heavyweight Championship
Duros ©
vs.
Matt Green
Referee: Terry French

If you could write a match please let us know.]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1367 Fri, 27 Aug 2010 15:12:59 -0600 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1367 (The scene opens backstage at Supershow VIII, we are in the locker room of Team MOFO, Chad is sitting on a bench, with his head in his hands, his full length tights have a rip down the left leg, and there is a little bit of blood coming from the corner of his mouth. It is apparent that Dave Bermingham is in the shower, as steam is rolling out of that doorway in the locker room. Chad looks up and notices that the camera crew is there and he sits up and releases a heavy sigh.)

Chad: What a match… That’s really all that I can say… If only I’d held on just a little bit longer, I could possibly have that belt in my possession. I hope that this has helped me regain a little respect in the eyes of our Champion, Duros, as I gave him the ride of his life in that ring. I did succeed in one thing though, and that was eliminating that chump that was so out of place, Fnord. He’ll blame the whole thing on DeClair, it’s what he does, but when push comes to shove, I showed him that I was just better than him, exactly what I claimed. But in that same light, Duros showed me that he was the best man. My respect for Duros has raised quite a bit, I walked into that match like a cocky, punk ass kid, and Duros put me in my place… But not without a fight. I pushed the envelope and I pushed it hard, and Duros will recognize the effort that I’ve put forth, and the milestones that I’ve achieved.

(Chad grabs a bottle of water and takes a big drink, he swishes some of it around in his mouth and spits it into the floor drain of his locker room, the water is a little red from his blood.)

Chad: I’ll be working my way back to that main event scene, Duros, and all respect I have for you will still be in place, but I’ll be gunning for you, rest assured… Keep that belt warm for me, Mikey… Because I’ll be back, and that’s the honest-to-impact truth.

(The scene fades as Chad begins sticking a piece of gauze in his mouth.)]]> (The scene opens backstage at Supershow VIII, we are in the locker room of Team MOFO, Chad is sitting on a bench, with his head in his hands, his full length tights have a rip down the left leg, and there is a little bit of blood coming from the corner of his mouth. It is apparent that Dave Bermingham is in the shower, as steam is rolling out of that doorway in the locker room. Chad looks up and notices that the camera crew is there and he sits up and releases a heavy sigh.)

Chad: What a match… That’s really all that I can say… If only I’d held on just a little bit longer, I could possibly have that belt in my possession. I hope that this has helped me regain a little respect in the eyes of our Champion, Duros, as I gave him the ride of his life in that ring. I did succeed in one thing though, and that was eliminating that chump that was so out of place, Fnord. He’ll blame the whole thing on DeClair, it’s what he does, but when push comes to shove, I showed him that I was just better than him, exactly what I claimed. But in that same light, Duros showed me that he was the best man. My respect for Duros has raised quite a bit, I walked into that match like a cocky, punk ass kid, and Duros put me in my place… But not without a fight. I pushed the envelope and I pushed it hard, and Duros will recognize the effort that I’ve put forth, and the milestones that I’ve achieved.

(Chad grabs a bottle of water and takes a big drink, he swishes some of it around in his mouth and spits it into the floor drain of his locker room, the water is a little red from his blood.)

Chad: I’ll be working my way back to that main event scene, Duros, and all respect I have for you will still be in place, but I’ll be gunning for you, rest assured… Keep that belt warm for me, Mikey… Because I’ll be back, and that’s the honest-to-impact truth.

(The scene fades as Chad begins sticking a piece of gauze in his mouth.)]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1366 Fri, 27 Aug 2010 15:12:48 -0600 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1366
Due to lack of Creativity, and time.. I'm taking another of my random leaves from efedding.

Lets see how long this one will last.]]>
Due to lack of Creativity, and time.. I'm taking another of my random leaves from efedding.

Lets see how long this one will last.]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1365 Fri, 27 Aug 2010 13:05:09 -0600 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1365 SUPERSHOW VIII RESULTS!!!

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:]]> SUPERSHOW VIII RESULTS!!!

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:]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1364 Thu, 26 Aug 2010 22:11:47 -0600 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1364
I left this place because the owner didn't like the direction I was taking my character, and as far as I can tell as soon as I left I was replaced by another thrillbilly or just plain ripped off.

Just wanted to point that out. Look at my banner its from eons ago and was created for this site before Joe Muddin existed here.]]>
I left this place because the owner didn't like the direction I was taking my character, and as far as I can tell as soon as I left I was replaced by another thrillbilly or just plain ripped off.

Just wanted to point that out. Look at my banner its from eons ago and was created for this site before Joe Muddin existed here.]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1363 Thu, 26 Aug 2010 20:57:37 -0600 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1363 Here I am, alone in a hotel bar in downtown Dallas, puffing away on a Monte Cristo watching the Mets lose yet another game on one of the television screens. Their opponent tonight is the Marlins, an upstart team from Miami. They are a bunch of young guys, unproven and unknown, but with a ton of heart and nothing to lose because nobody expects them to win. The Mets, of course, are the ugly redheaded stepchild of New York sports teams. They've got the big names, the huge payroll, and the media spotlight. But, for some reason, they always end up under performing. They've got guys who make more in one season than the entire Marlins payroll. Yet here there are, losing. In many ways, the Marlins remind me of Guerrero del Mundo. He's got so much upside, athleticism, and heart. No matter how bad he gets beat down, he keeps coming. But he's an unknown. He'll never be on national television, he'll never be a big draw, never make the big money. Then it hits me like a ton of bricks: Am I the New York Mets? Am I just another over the hill washed up and over payed star whose performance doesn't live up to his hype? No fuckin' way. I'm the Yankees. And I hate to say that, since I've been a Mets fan since I was a kid watching Tom Seaver in Shea Stadium. But think about it. The Yankees are the most hated franchise in the world. Yet they are also the most successful. Every year, whenever the Yankees go through a tough stretch, the fans line up to say they are done. And, more often than not, the Yankees end up winning the World Series. When Guerrero del Mundo hit the shot heard 'round the world and rolled me up for the win a few weeks ago, the fans said I was done. Trent Bradley had been exposed, defeated.

Trent Bradley: "But in the end, I stand on top of the mountain."

The bartender stops wiping down the bar and looks over at me, wondering if I was talking to him. I'm just thinking out loud. I've got more than my fair share to think about. Tomorrow night, this all comes to a head. The defining match of my G-2 career. This thing has been building since day one. You've got this kid Guerrero del Mundo, pretty much starting his career in this sport, using the name and the very same mask that his grandfather used for decades in Mexico. Oh, sure, I rip the lucha tradition apart. And I truly do think it's crap wrestling with potbellied midgets doing flips and flops in six man tags in front of thousands of drunken and drug addicted unemployed Mexican dirt bags. But just because I have no respect for a tradition doesn't mean I don't know about it. I know who the original Guerrero del Mundo is... or was. I'd bet you anything that Guerrero figured he'd have all the hype coming in. The grandson of a legend carrying on the name and mask trying to forge his own legacy. It's a great little story, but it wasn't to be. All the focus was on Trent Bradley. A true American hero, a star all around the world, and the guy G-2 Wrestling was bound to be built around. I know that had to burn Guerrero's ass. I came in and stole his thunder, then in my first match took the Television title instead of him. For weeks and weeks, he called me out. Ripped me at every chance. Said all of my success and dominance was due to luck, not talent. Oh, I heard it. Trust me. But I didn't give a shit. After all, here I was teaming with the Heavyweight champion and fighting the likes of Dave Birmingham and Chad Michaels, why would I give a damn what a pissant midcarder from Mexico thought?

Bartender: "You're Trent Bradley, aren't you?"

Lost in thought, I didn't even notice the bartender walk right up to my table and sit down.

Trent Bradley: "Yeah. Yeah I am. You want an autograph or something?"

Bartender: "Not really my thing. I'm a big fan, been watching you since the XDWF days. I'm going to be at the SuperShow tomorrow night, third row. You think Guerrero has a shot?"

I'm more than a little taken back by this guy. It's rare to see somebody just approach a pro wrestler, let alone talk strategy with him. But I couldn't help myself.

Trent Bradley: "Listen, I made this an I Quit match for a reason. No more bullshit screw job finishes from the back or the referees. No more Chris West saving his little bud's ass. Just two men going all out and pushing each other to their limits. And I can tell you this... I've never quit anything in my life. If I have to rip his head off with the mask still on, that's exactly what I'll do."

Bartender: "What's stopping Chris West from getting involved? If anything, this kind of match invites it. No disqualification, he'll be coming down with a trashcan full of weapons!"

Trent Bradley: "Let him. I totally expect it. Look, neither of these guys can stand on their own two feet. That's been proven over the last few weeks. Chris comes out to save Guerrero's ass from the fire, Guerrero does the same for Chris. It's pretty easy to see their strategy here. Guerrero gets in trouble, and out runs The Skipper to save Gilligan with some weapon. Just remember this, for every action there is a reaction. I've had a plan for that circumstance since the beginning."

The bartender raises his eyebrow, intrigued.

Bartender: "So you do have somebody in your corner? I've been reading on the internet that you'll be reforming The Dynasty with Fnord and Ken Fuqua."

I tried to keep a straight face and no sell it. Fnord in a suit standing by my side? I might as well take a piss on Nick Taurus' grave. And Fuqua... last I heard he was in rehab somewhere.

Trent Bradley: "Well, since everything you read on the internet is true, it must be. And we'll be joined by Elvis and the lizard aliens. Trust me, I've got a plan. I'll give you one scoop, and I'd tell you to keep it between us but I know it'll end up in some rumor mill somewhere but I don't give a shit. I AM reforming The Dynasty, but it won't be two established guys with me. I've found two guys with a ton of untapped talent who have been held back by Kyle Williams. Two guys who could give Duros or Gable a run any day of the week but are kept jerking the curtain every week because they don't play the political game of ass kissing. I'm going to take these guys places they never would've reached alone. So yeah, I'll have an answer for West tomorrow night, but don't expect Fnord, Fuqua, Gable, or any other big star in G-2. This isn't about the past of the company, guys gliding by on what they did in the dark ages. This is about the future. My future, their future, and G-2's future. You see, in twenty four hours I'll be celebrating the beginning of my second reign as Television champion. Dave has no chance in hell of beating Gable, but we might even have a new Heavywight champion. This is alot more than just a big show in a big town for G-2. It's like the dawning of a new era."

Bartender: "You think you'll be given a shot at the Heavyweight title?"

Damn, he really cuts to the heart of the matter.

Trent Bradley: "No, no I don't. Kyle Williams will never give me a shot at the gold, no matter how many guys I beat or how much money I make him. It's something that I've realized over the past few weeks. And trust me, it's a bitter pill to swallow. You see, I'm a loose cannon. It's just who I am. I don't hold back and I don't play politics. Therefore I don't go along to get along. Kyle has his boys, his leashed attack dogs like Gable. Even Duros, he knows Duros can be controlled. Fnord is his pet project, we all know that. Once you start to understand these things, you start to realize why things have taken the direction they have in this company. Just look at this show's lineup. He handed Logan Gable a cupcake opponent to defend the Openweight belt against. He hasn't had Duros defend that Heavyweight title at all. Not once. So when he finally does, he practically hands Fnord a title shot by putting him in a Golden Opportunity match against two guys worth shit. That's the truth."

Bartender: "What about Chad Michaels? He hates Michaels more than anybody."

Trent Bradley: "Now that's the interesting part. That was a wrench thrown in the machine. You really think he wanted Chad Michaels in any part of a Heavyweight title match? Absolutely not. But, and I've got to give Chad a ton of credit, he managed to goad Duros into this match. But unlike Fnord, he earned it. The man defeated Duros about a month ago, one on one. I should know, I was at ringside. I can't believe I'm about to say this, but I want Chad to win. I want the order to be upset. I may not like Chad, but I respect him. He's not Dave. I truly want to see him take out the puppet and the pet cat. But even then, I won't be given a shot. Even a guy like Chad can be managed. I can't. I'm already the focus of attention in G-2 and indeed it's biggest name. I get the strap and all of the power is in my hands. Kyle can't allow that to happen. The man is a micro manager, he can't stand when he doesn't have total control over every aspect of his promotion. And the thing about Trent Bradley is, you can't control me."

Bartender: "So what do you do then? Wrestle guys like Chris West, Guerrero, Hollands, and Black Death forever?"

Trent Bradley: "Oh, no. I will be held back no longer. But instead of waiting for the opportunity, I'm going to take it. What that means exactly will be unveiled over the next few weeks. Kyle Williams will either have to give me what I want or run me out of the territory. And if he does that, G-2 falls apart. There is all this talk about touring the west coast and expanding coverage of Full Throttle. Did that shit exist before Trent Bradley came here? Hell no! If I go, and I take these two guys with me, G-2 goes back to where they came from. Namely, wrestling in front of a few dozens fans at a rundown ranch. When I first came here, I promised to be the General of the G-2 Army and go marching towards the promised land. But due to circumstances beyond my control, I've been forced to become the insurgent rebel fighting for the sake of anarchy so that I might take control by force. I'm in a unique position. I'm the most hated man in the company, targeting not just the 'good guys' or 'bad guys' but everybody in my path. But I'm also the most integral part of the promotion. There's a wave about to hit, I'm just wondering if the G-2 establishment realizes it yet."

Bartender: "Well listen, it's been a pleasure meeting you. Tell you what. If you win tomorrow, how about bringing your boys back here to celebrate? Drinks on the house!"

The bartender shakes my hand and stands up. I'll have much more to celebrate than the Television title. I'll be able to stand on the remains of Guerrero's dashed hopes. I'll get to see his grandfather ashamed and disgusted. And whether Kyle Williams realizes it or not, I'll get to begin the new era of G-2 Wrestling. ]]> Here I am, alone in a hotel bar in downtown Dallas, puffing away on a Monte Cristo watching the Mets lose yet another game on one of the television screens. Their opponent tonight is the Marlins, an upstart team from Miami. They are a bunch of young guys, unproven and unknown, but with a ton of heart and nothing to lose because nobody expects them to win. The Mets, of course, are the ugly redheaded stepchild of New York sports teams. They've got the big names, the huge payroll, and the media spotlight. But, for some reason, they always end up under performing. They've got guys who make more in one season than the entire Marlins payroll. Yet here there are, losing. In many ways, the Marlins remind me of Guerrero del Mundo. He's got so much upside, athleticism, and heart. No matter how bad he gets beat down, he keeps coming. But he's an unknown. He'll never be on national television, he'll never be a big draw, never make the big money. Then it hits me like a ton of bricks: Am I the New York Mets? Am I just another over the hill washed up and over payed star whose performance doesn't live up to his hype? No fuckin' way. I'm the Yankees. And I hate to say that, since I've been a Mets fan since I was a kid watching Tom Seaver in Shea Stadium. But think about it. The Yankees are the most hated franchise in the world. Yet they are also the most successful. Every year, whenever the Yankees go through a tough stretch, the fans line up to say they are done. And, more often than not, the Yankees end up winning the World Series. When Guerrero del Mundo hit the shot heard 'round the world and rolled me up for the win a few weeks ago, the fans said I was done. Trent Bradley had been exposed, defeated.

Trent Bradley: "But in the end, I stand on top of the mountain."

The bartender stops wiping down the bar and looks over at me, wondering if I was talking to him. I'm just thinking out loud. I've got more than my fair share to think about. Tomorrow night, this all comes to a head. The defining match of my G-2 career. This thing has been building since day one. You've got this kid Guerrero del Mundo, pretty much starting his career in this sport, using the name and the very same mask that his grandfather used for decades in Mexico. Oh, sure, I rip the lucha tradition apart. And I truly do think it's crap wrestling with potbellied midgets doing flips and flops in six man tags in front of thousands of drunken and drug addicted unemployed Mexican dirt bags. But just because I have no respect for a tradition doesn't mean I don't know about it. I know who the original Guerrero del Mundo is... or was. I'd bet you anything that Guerrero figured he'd have all the hype coming in. The grandson of a legend carrying on the name and mask trying to forge his own legacy. It's a great little story, but it wasn't to be. All the focus was on Trent Bradley. A true American hero, a star all around the world, and the guy G-2 Wrestling was bound to be built around. I know that had to burn Guerrero's ass. I came in and stole his thunder, then in my first match took the Television title instead of him. For weeks and weeks, he called me out. Ripped me at every chance. Said all of my success and dominance was due to luck, not talent. Oh, I heard it. Trust me. But I didn't give a shit. After all, here I was teaming with the Heavyweight champion and fighting the likes of Dave Birmingham and Chad Michaels, why would I give a damn what a pissant midcarder from Mexico thought?

Bartender: "You're Trent Bradley, aren't you?"

Lost in thought, I didn't even notice the bartender walk right up to my table and sit down.

Trent Bradley: "Yeah. Yeah I am. You want an autograph or something?"

Bartender: "Not really my thing. I'm a big fan, been watching you since the XDWF days. I'm going to be at the SuperShow tomorrow night, third row. You think Guerrero has a shot?"

I'm more than a little taken back by this guy. It's rare to see somebody just approach a pro wrestler, let alone talk strategy with him. But I couldn't help myself.

Trent Bradley: "Listen, I made this an I Quit match for a reason. No more bullshit screw job finishes from the back or the referees. No more Chris West saving his little bud's ass. Just two men going all out and pushing each other to their limits. And I can tell you this... I've never quit anything in my life. If I have to rip his head off with the mask still on, that's exactly what I'll do."

Bartender: "What's stopping Chris West from getting involved? If anything, this kind of match invites it. No disqualification, he'll be coming down with a trashcan full of weapons!"

Trent Bradley: "Let him. I totally expect it. Look, neither of these guys can stand on their own two feet. That's been proven over the last few weeks. Chris comes out to save Guerrero's ass from the fire, Guerrero does the same for Chris. It's pretty easy to see their strategy here. Guerrero gets in trouble, and out runs The Skipper to save Gilligan with some weapon. Just remember this, for every action there is a reaction. I've had a plan for that circumstance since the beginning."

The bartender raises his eyebrow, intrigued.

Bartender: "So you do have somebody in your corner? I've been reading on the internet that you'll be reforming The Dynasty with Fnord and Ken Fuqua."

I tried to keep a straight face and no sell it. Fnord in a suit standing by my side? I might as well take a piss on Nick Taurus' grave. And Fuqua... last I heard he was in rehab somewhere.

Trent Bradley: "Well, since everything you read on the internet is true, it must be. And we'll be joined by Elvis and the lizard aliens. Trust me, I've got a plan. I'll give you one scoop, and I'd tell you to keep it between us but I know it'll end up in some rumor mill somewhere but I don't give a shit. I AM reforming The Dynasty, but it won't be two established guys with me. I've found two guys with a ton of untapped talent who have been held back by Kyle Williams. Two guys who could give Duros or Gable a run any day of the week but are kept jerking the curtain every week because they don't play the political game of ass kissing. I'm going to take these guys places they never would've reached alone. So yeah, I'll have an answer for West tomorrow night, but don't expect Fnord, Fuqua, Gable, or any other big star in G-2. This isn't about the past of the company, guys gliding by on what they did in the dark ages. This is about the future. My future, their future, and G-2's future. You see, in twenty four hours I'll be celebrating the beginning of my second reign as Television champion. Dave has no chance in hell of beating Gable, but we might even have a new Heavywight champion. This is alot more than just a big show in a big town for G-2. It's like the dawning of a new era."

Bartender: "You think you'll be given a shot at the Heavyweight title?"

Damn, he really cuts to the heart of the matter.

Trent Bradley: "No, no I don't. Kyle Williams will never give me a shot at the gold, no matter how many guys I beat or how much money I make him. It's something that I've realized over the past few weeks. And trust me, it's a bitter pill to swallow. You see, I'm a loose cannon. It's just who I am. I don't hold back and I don't play politics. Therefore I don't go along to get along. Kyle has his boys, his leashed attack dogs like Gable. Even Duros, he knows Duros can be controlled. Fnord is his pet project, we all know that. Once you start to understand these things, you start to realize why things have taken the direction they have in this company. Just look at this show's lineup. He handed Logan Gable a cupcake opponent to defend the Openweight belt against. He hasn't had Duros defend that Heavyweight title at all. Not once. So when he finally does, he practically hands Fnord a title shot by putting him in a Golden Opportunity match against two guys worth shit. That's the truth."

Bartender: "What about Chad Michaels? He hates Michaels more than anybody."

Trent Bradley: "Now that's the interesting part. That was a wrench thrown in the machine. You really think he wanted Chad Michaels in any part of a Heavyweight title match? Absolutely not. But, and I've got to give Chad a ton of credit, he managed to goad Duros into this match. But unlike Fnord, he earned it. The man defeated Duros about a month ago, one on one. I should know, I was at ringside. I can't believe I'm about to say this, but I want Chad to win. I want the order to be upset. I may not like Chad, but I respect him. He's not Dave. I truly want to see him take out the puppet and the pet cat. But even then, I won't be given a shot. Even a guy like Chad can be managed. I can't. I'm already the focus of attention in G-2 and indeed it's biggest name. I get the strap and all of the power is in my hands. Kyle can't allow that to happen. The man is a micro manager, he can't stand when he doesn't have total control over every aspect of his promotion. And the thing about Trent Bradley is, you can't control me."

Bartender: "So what do you do then? Wrestle guys like Chris West, Guerrero, Hollands, and Black Death forever?"

Trent Bradley: "Oh, no. I will be held back no longer. But instead of waiting for the opportunity, I'm going to take it. What that means exactly will be unveiled over the next few weeks. Kyle Williams will either have to give me what I want or run me out of the territory. And if he does that, G-2 falls apart. There is all this talk about touring the west coast and expanding coverage of Full Throttle. Did that shit exist before Trent Bradley came here? Hell no! If I go, and I take these two guys with me, G-2 goes back to where they came from. Namely, wrestling in front of a few dozens fans at a rundown ranch. When I first came here, I promised to be the General of the G-2 Army and go marching towards the promised land. But due to circumstances beyond my control, I've been forced to become the insurgent rebel fighting for the sake of anarchy so that I might take control by force. I'm in a unique position. I'm the most hated man in the company, targeting not just the 'good guys' or 'bad guys' but everybody in my path. But I'm also the most integral part of the promotion. There's a wave about to hit, I'm just wondering if the G-2 establishment realizes it yet."

Bartender: "Well listen, it's been a pleasure meeting you. Tell you what. If you win tomorrow, how about bringing your boys back here to celebrate? Drinks on the house!"

The bartender shakes my hand and stands up. I'll have much more to celebrate than the Television title. I'll be able to stand on the remains of Guerrero's dashed hopes. I'll get to see his grandfather ashamed and disgusted. And whether Kyle Williams realizes it or not, I'll get to begin the new era of G-2 Wrestling. ]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1362 Thu, 26 Aug 2010 16:17:55 -0600 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1362 Christopher Stevenson raises the microphone over to his mouth as he begins to speak in a tone that captures the viewers in, as he appears to have the right mindset and the right words caught on his tongue to express to the fans at this time before the Supershow.

Are you ready to run? Are you ready to die? Those two questions are the life or death questions asked amongst soldiers each and every day when fighting with the art of war. You can go with option one, which is dropping everything in your hand, in your camp, and everything you know and running the opposite direction away from the firefight.. Or you can go with option two, which is DYING for what you believe in, DYING for what you love, and DYING for a common cause, which eventually will become spat on and deceased in vain.

Now we ask ourselves, what does the art of war have to do with tonight? What does the art of war have to do with tonight here in Dallas, Texas. The art of war has EVERYTHING to do with tonight. As tonight is not about gaining redemption for what I have yet to receive... tonight is about a massacre done in the heart, glory, and blood of war. Tonight... We have eight men with a common cause walking into the ring. You receive a common conflict in which becomes DIRECTLY a confrontation. That direct confrontation emerges into an even bigger picture where blood stains the canvas, bones are crushed and broken into a pile of dust that gets stuck to our skin as our bodies impact, and screams are fueled by the tears that stream down our faces.

Ya'know, as I stand here with my heart in one hand and a steel blade in the other hand... I begin to wonder which to use first. Do I use my heart first, and walk into this match-up with nothing but heart, which caresses my desire, pride, and honor... or do I walk into the bout with that mystery reward AS MY FORCE... AS MY MOTIVATION... AS MY GLORY? Or... Or do I walk into the bout holding a stainless steel blade with the intention to dig inches into another man's throat, just to prove the artistic side of war?

What DO I have to prove tonight? I am a veteran who has held a WHOLE career to my name... Then we have a few newcomers who have nothing to prove besides the fact that they're better than each and EVERY opponent in this bout. So as I stand, I wonder... what is my basic common purpose now? Is it to show dominance? To PROVE something? I just see it as a cry for attention; a cry for HELP as I look at the other side of the ring and see seven hungry men who are willing to do anything to prove they are more than an asset - to show they are the whole damn show.

You have some guys who are hungry for gold, hungry for reward, but most of all? Hungry for a SPOTLIGHT, so what best way to suit themselves with a spotlight by picking a fight; igniting a firefight to start a war against some of the men who built this company from sticks and stones? The individuals who built the foundation of this company using blood, using sweat, and using their tears to give it a backbone?

Christopher pauses at this time as he takes the moment to catch his breath. With passion and anger flowing through his words. Stevenson looks at the cameras as he goes on to speak, showing the same intensity, and the same power in his words towards the viewers and the opponents later tonight.

I have given EVERYTHING to this industry and have shown it through INJURY, through HEARTBREAK, and through LOSS!

At this time, Stevenson begins to shout, showing his infinite passion at this time.

I AM THE INDIVIDUAL WHO HAS RIPPED APART HIS SKIN, AND SHOWED HIS FACE TO OVER MILLIONS AND MILLIONS OVER THE YEARS! I have sacrificed... I HAVE SACRIFICED... EVERYTHING... for the sake of this sport. I have given ten-hundred and ten percent, while others haven't even been here long enough to develop a percentage. If I had one question to ask these other individuals... I would ask them if they knew ANYTHING on what sacrifice was.

These individuals have not succumb to heartbreak, fallen to championship loss, and BROKE DOWN TO BETRAYAL! I for one am a man who's been whipped, beaten, and battered by those very ideas - those very REALITIES that has become the tooth and nail of G-2.

I have been destroyed by Heartbreak and I have driven myself to a point of total depression due to BETRAYAL, and I cannot erase those letters to delete that word's existence. The very nature of those words are stuck like glue to my forehead and it sinks; burning into my skin because that's what I suffered for the sake of this company, and this sport as a whole.

You cannot experience what I've experienced in the matter of one month, compared to years in this industry. SO TELL ME NOW... WHAT IS SACRIFICE? WHAT IS HEARTBREAK? WHAT IS BETRAYAL?

He pauses, expecting an answer.

Exactly...

You wouldn't know what any of those words meant even if I took a monitor wire and wrapped it around your throat. Tonight, I don't wish to enlighten this time around... I don't wish to educate... I WISH TO EXPLOIT SEVEN UNGRATEFUL PEOPLE WHO DON'T SHOW ANY RESPECT.

I will prove why I am the backbone to this company in the first place, but do you think the fire has gone and went already? I have plenty of time as the fire is still a-BLAZIN'.

As we know, we have seven men who wish to make something of themselves. We have seven men who are willing to do anything to show that not only they are THE main event, but they want to express the idea that they are the FUTURE.

Are guys like Bjornsson, Eddie T, Se7en, and Rob Hollands really the future? Are they the four men who will take this company and revolutionize it? I would like to see them try it.

He laughs almost half-heartedly.

I look at Rob Hollands, and what do I see? I see arrogance...I see ignorance... I see half a man who can't even stand in the ring with someone like me. I've seen ya'... You could flip, you could get cheers, but do you even know what it's like to show-up for a match? By show up, I mean show the essentials that make you a legend in this company. Do you have the heart? Do you have the desire? Do you have the pure dedication like I do? Not even close.

I mentioned dedication... Like you have any of that, Hollands. Like you have the balls to stand in this ring, get your ass kicked, and come back the next week. I've seen cats like you for eight years, Hollands... You come here with a beating heart, but when it's time to rip your chest open and show what you are really made of... You run away to a new promotion, or you disappear because you're scared, like the pathetic worm you really are. Is cowardliness really what runs within those veins, Hollands? Is being scared of competition, and shedding a drop or two of blood really turning your skin to a pale coloring? I bet it does... You're pathetic, and the basic ideal of this match is for you to gain respect from me - but you won't get respect from me... You'll never get respect from me as I know how to stand and fight, as you just stand then immediately pull your guard.

You're dealing with a pitbull who is going to tear you limb from limb and just dissect you completely. It's definite that your future is going to be turned into a shadow of what it coulda' been 'cause tonight... I'm ending that future. No more watching guys like you take the spotlight that should go to me... You're just looking for the end of your story that you can't even write yourself.

As I stand here, I wonder if these individuals know that I AM the main event, that I AM the voice for these people, and I AM going to be victor here tonight. I don't care who it is that I'm pinning. Ambitious? I think not - I call it unveiling a truth from it's cloak of dark and dust.

Stevenson is quick to draw his attention to one of the individuals in this match.

Speaking of ambition... We have Matt Green, representing these guys 'cause he wants a chance at the big-time... He wants a chance to hit the moon, which is the MAIN EVENT... BUT HAS HE HIT IT? . . . I DONT COUNT TONIGHT! Tonight is just a test... a test to see how much blood he can loose til he passes out in the middle of the ring, wondering why he was torn apart. Matt Green wonders why I am who I am, I bet... I bet he claims that I am no more than "an old man who is washed up", right? If that's the case... then you're totally wrong. I have so many championship belts won, and Green? He is too premature to understand not only am I THE BEST of the best in this company... I am the best in this INDUSTRY. Matt thinks that he can overthrow me; he thinks he can turn the tables and turn me into a blatant memory.

I dare you, Matt Green... I DARE YOU TURN ME; TURN THE PURE DREAM INTO NOTHING MORE THAN A MEMORY! I DARE YOU... Because in the end, Matt? If it's not me who is being buried by time... It's going to be you who is just plain out FORGOTTEN as not only will I break the clocks of time for you... I'll cut your dreams into fragments using the hands of the clock. So when you're lingering in that zone of confusion... maybe you can ask yourself something I've been wanting to ask you myself. Who are you? That's the GOLDEN question of this time, Matt. Who are you? What do you represent? What do you STAND for? From this view... From this mountain top... You're just out to be cold, heartless, and selfish.

Congratulations, you're a future Champion... Thing is, Matt? You won't last past tonight to even kiss that future; we won't be able to meet the full path that destiny and fate made for you. Have you even seen the future? Have you ever locked eyes with her? Her eyes are so deceiving... You can never tell what's in-store, and you are always wanting to lean in, kiss her, and taste what you wish to taste again down the road... But your heart races so much, Matt... Your palms begin to sweat as you become nervous on wondering what the 'future' tastes like. You can't even allow yourself for your lips to meet hers... She'll grace upon you in full-glory once we are lying on your back tonight as what I'm saying will make complete sense then.

With a thousand needles piercing my gums; to my body being lit into an inferno of flames... I am going to prosper and show the entire rister WHO I am and WHAT I represent. I have given so much to this company, and there's no reason why I should fall now... there's no reason for me to fold my hand, especially now.

No matter what I am faced with... I am going to show what I am made of even if I have to rip open my damn chest. Tonight... I'm going to knock 'em dead.

Static.]]> Christopher Stevenson raises the microphone over to his mouth as he begins to speak in a tone that captures the viewers in, as he appears to have the right mindset and the right words caught on his tongue to express to the fans at this time before the Supershow.

Are you ready to run? Are you ready to die? Those two questions are the life or death questions asked amongst soldiers each and every day when fighting with the art of war. You can go with option one, which is dropping everything in your hand, in your camp, and everything you know and running the opposite direction away from the firefight.. Or you can go with option two, which is DYING for what you believe in, DYING for what you love, and DYING for a common cause, which eventually will become spat on and deceased in vain.

Now we ask ourselves, what does the art of war have to do with tonight? What does the art of war have to do with tonight here in Dallas, Texas. The art of war has EVERYTHING to do with tonight. As tonight is not about gaining redemption for what I have yet to receive... tonight is about a massacre done in the heart, glory, and blood of war. Tonight... We have eight men with a common cause walking into the ring. You receive a common conflict in which becomes DIRECTLY a confrontation. That direct confrontation emerges into an even bigger picture where blood stains the canvas, bones are crushed and broken into a pile of dust that gets stuck to our skin as our bodies impact, and screams are fueled by the tears that stream down our faces.

Ya'know, as I stand here with my heart in one hand and a steel blade in the other hand... I begin to wonder which to use first. Do I use my heart first, and walk into this match-up with nothing but heart, which caresses my desire, pride, and honor... or do I walk into the bout with that mystery reward AS MY FORCE... AS MY MOTIVATION... AS MY GLORY? Or... Or do I walk into the bout holding a stainless steel blade with the intention to dig inches into another man's throat, just to prove the artistic side of war?

What DO I have to prove tonight? I am a veteran who has held a WHOLE career to my name... Then we have a few newcomers who have nothing to prove besides the fact that they're better than each and EVERY opponent in this bout. So as I stand, I wonder... what is my basic common purpose now? Is it to show dominance? To PROVE something? I just see it as a cry for attention; a cry for HELP as I look at the other side of the ring and see seven hungry men who are willing to do anything to prove they are more than an asset - to show they are the whole damn show.

You have some guys who are hungry for gold, hungry for reward, but most of all? Hungry for a SPOTLIGHT, so what best way to suit themselves with a spotlight by picking a fight; igniting a firefight to start a war against some of the men who built this company from sticks and stones? The individuals who built the foundation of this company using blood, using sweat, and using their tears to give it a backbone?

Christopher pauses at this time as he takes the moment to catch his breath. With passion and anger flowing through his words. Stevenson looks at the cameras as he goes on to speak, showing the same intensity, and the same power in his words towards the viewers and the opponents later tonight.

I have given EVERYTHING to this industry and have shown it through INJURY, through HEARTBREAK, and through LOSS!

At this time, Stevenson begins to shout, showing his infinite passion at this time.

I AM THE INDIVIDUAL WHO HAS RIPPED APART HIS SKIN, AND SHOWED HIS FACE TO OVER MILLIONS AND MILLIONS OVER THE YEARS! I have sacrificed... I HAVE SACRIFICED... EVERYTHING... for the sake of this sport. I have given ten-hundred and ten percent, while others haven't even been here long enough to develop a percentage. If I had one question to ask these other individuals... I would ask them if they knew ANYTHING on what sacrifice was.

These individuals have not succumb to heartbreak, fallen to championship loss, and BROKE DOWN TO BETRAYAL! I for one am a man who's been whipped, beaten, and battered by those very ideas - those very REALITIES that has become the tooth and nail of G-2.

I have been destroyed by Heartbreak and I have driven myself to a point of total depression due to BETRAYAL, and I cannot erase those letters to delete that word's existence. The very nature of those words are stuck like glue to my forehead and it sinks; burning into my skin because that's what I suffered for the sake of this company, and this sport as a whole.

You cannot experience what I've experienced in the matter of one month, compared to years in this industry. SO TELL ME NOW... WHAT IS SACRIFICE? WHAT IS HEARTBREAK? WHAT IS BETRAYAL?

He pauses, expecting an answer.

Exactly...

You wouldn't know what any of those words meant even if I took a monitor wire and wrapped it around your throat. Tonight, I don't wish to enlighten this time around... I don't wish to educate... I WISH TO EXPLOIT SEVEN UNGRATEFUL PEOPLE WHO DON'T SHOW ANY RESPECT.

I will prove why I am the backbone to this company in the first place, but do you think the fire has gone and went already? I have plenty of time as the fire is still a-BLAZIN'.

As we know, we have seven men who wish to make something of themselves. We have seven men who are willing to do anything to show that not only they are THE main event, but they want to express the idea that they are the FUTURE.

Are guys like Bjornsson, Eddie T, Se7en, and Rob Hollands really the future? Are they the four men who will take this company and revolutionize it? I would like to see them try it.

He laughs almost half-heartedly.

I look at Rob Hollands, and what do I see? I see arrogance...I see ignorance... I see half a man who can't even stand in the ring with someone like me. I've seen ya'... You could flip, you could get cheers, but do you even know what it's like to show-up for a match? By show up, I mean show the essentials that make you a legend in this company. Do you have the heart? Do you have the desire? Do you have the pure dedication like I do? Not even close.

I mentioned dedication... Like you have any of that, Hollands. Like you have the balls to stand in this ring, get your ass kicked, and come back the next week. I've seen cats like you for eight years, Hollands... You come here with a beating heart, but when it's time to rip your chest open and show what you are really made of... You run away to a new promotion, or you disappear because you're scared, like the pathetic worm you really are. Is cowardliness really what runs within those veins, Hollands? Is being scared of competition, and shedding a drop or two of blood really turning your skin to a pale coloring? I bet it does... You're pathetic, and the basic ideal of this match is for you to gain respect from me - but you won't get respect from me... You'll never get respect from me as I know how to stand and fight, as you just stand then immediately pull your guard.

You're dealing with a pitbull who is going to tear you limb from limb and just dissect you completely. It's definite that your future is going to be turned into a shadow of what it coulda' been 'cause tonight... I'm ending that future. No more watching guys like you take the spotlight that should go to me... You're just looking for the end of your story that you can't even write yourself.

As I stand here, I wonder if these individuals know that I AM the main event, that I AM the voice for these people, and I AM going to be victor here tonight. I don't care who it is that I'm pinning. Ambitious? I think not - I call it unveiling a truth from it's cloak of dark and dust.

Stevenson is quick to draw his attention to one of the individuals in this match.

Speaking of ambition... We have Matt Green, representing these guys 'cause he wants a chance at the big-time... He wants a chance to hit the moon, which is the MAIN EVENT... BUT HAS HE HIT IT? . . . I DONT COUNT TONIGHT! Tonight is just a test... a test to see how much blood he can loose til he passes out in the middle of the ring, wondering why he was torn apart. Matt Green wonders why I am who I am, I bet... I bet he claims that I am no more than "an old man who is washed up", right? If that's the case... then you're totally wrong. I have so many championship belts won, and Green? He is too premature to understand not only am I THE BEST of the best in this company... I am the best in this INDUSTRY. Matt thinks that he can overthrow me; he thinks he can turn the tables and turn me into a blatant memory.

I dare you, Matt Green... I DARE YOU TURN ME; TURN THE PURE DREAM INTO NOTHING MORE THAN A MEMORY! I DARE YOU... Because in the end, Matt? If it's not me who is being buried by time... It's going to be you who is just plain out FORGOTTEN as not only will I break the clocks of time for you... I'll cut your dreams into fragments using the hands of the clock. So when you're lingering in that zone of confusion... maybe you can ask yourself something I've been wanting to ask you myself. Who are you? That's the GOLDEN question of this time, Matt. Who are you? What do you represent? What do you STAND for? From this view... From this mountain top... You're just out to be cold, heartless, and selfish.

Congratulations, you're a future Champion... Thing is, Matt? You won't last past tonight to even kiss that future; we won't be able to meet the full path that destiny and fate made for you. Have you even seen the future? Have you ever locked eyes with her? Her eyes are so deceiving... You can never tell what's in-store, and you are always wanting to lean in, kiss her, and taste what you wish to taste again down the road... But your heart races so much, Matt... Your palms begin to sweat as you become nervous on wondering what the 'future' tastes like. You can't even allow yourself for your lips to meet hers... She'll grace upon you in full-glory once we are lying on your back tonight as what I'm saying will make complete sense then.

With a thousand needles piercing my gums; to my body being lit into an inferno of flames... I am going to prosper and show the entire rister WHO I am and WHAT I represent. I have given so much to this company, and there's no reason why I should fall now... there's no reason for me to fold my hand, especially now.

No matter what I am faced with... I am going to show what I am made of even if I have to rip open my damn chest. Tonight... I'm going to knock 'em dead.

Static.]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1361 Thu, 26 Aug 2010 14:46:06 -0600 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1361
I'd also like to thank my opponents, both Fnord & Duros, for making it a close race, and win or lose, it has been an awesome week for me.

For those that read my RP, "We Need A Hero" here is a link to the song that i used for the highlight video, if you haven't heard it, here's a Youtube link "Monster" by Skillet

Thanks again everybody, I really enjoyed being at this level, hopefully I can keep it up]]>
I'd also like to thank my opponents, both Fnord & Duros, for making it a close race, and win or lose, it has been an awesome week for me.

For those that read my RP, "We Need A Hero" here is a link to the song that i used for the highlight video, if you haven't heard it, here's a Youtube link "Monster" by Skillet

Thanks again everybody, I really enjoyed being at this level, hopefully I can keep it up]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1360 Thu, 26 Aug 2010 10:02:37 -0600 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1360 Everyone loves a mystery

The Logo of G-2 appears on your TV screen and then it fades away and now we see a person’s study appearing on screen. The room is not that big, along the four walls is books shelves fill with rows and rows of books, a big oak color desk is near the center of the room and next to the desk is giant globe of the world and couch for people to sit on. Now we see Black Death sitting at the desk. He is wearing a red and black smoking jacket. On his desk we can see a phone, place to hold papers and a monitor for a computer. Black Death is busy typing away on the keyboard to the computer , the keyboard is in his lap when he stops and looks up. He nods his head and stops typing, setting the keyboard down and placing his hands on the desk.

Black Death: Welcome G-2 Fans, this right here is my office in my home; I decided to change the location of the promo this week. Felt you people need to see different things, so I have decided that starting now I going to do these promos at different places. Maybe show you the fans a location in the city that were going to have a show at. It just my way giving you, the people, a look into the lives and the happenings of the local city that we visit. I think it going to be fun, but now enough about that let get to the main subject here.

First I have to give my congrats to GDM , you gave me one hell of a match and beat me , I cannot deny that …but I will let you in on a little secret… my plan was not to beat you. I would not have gain nothing if I beat you last week. But I have never face you before; I needed to know how you would handle me. How you would handle yourself in the ring against someone like me. See GDM it about winning the title. If I beat you last week, I gain what, victory … but no title. So GDM I know how you wrestle, how you think and I know how I am going to beat you when it counts… for your title. Hell come to think about it; you may not even be the champion. So if you are after the Super show, shine that belt up real nice, because it coming home with me.

Now let get to my part of the super show and my chance to get my hands on Williams … Kyle Williams has been avoiding my like the plague the last few weeks. People have notice that he not around when I am and I getting more and more pissed off about it. Now I got a mystery challenge coming up against seven other guys. Out of these guys I pretty much beaten all of them expect for Rob Holland and the other guy that I not going to try to say his name. Do I really give a shit about this challenge? To be honest with you fans I don’t care about this match...Let me explain

See when I can to G-2 I have a goal , that is to be the G-2 Heavy weight champion, but you cannot just walk into in a promotion and expect to be handed there top title like that , no matter what you done in the past. You have to earn it and I been doing that every sense I got here. But it same like more and more I get closer to that belt it seem to get farther away from me. I know pound for pound I am the best on this roster, that I can beat anyone here. But it always seem to be something that keeping me back. usually it management, because I like to do things my way, That one of the reasons I lost my open weight title … no correct that I was strip of the title, I had to handle a few promises I made to other places that was going to keep me out of G-2 for least a few weeks, I discussed with Williams and he agree… then the little shit weasel stabs me in the back and takes the belt away from me.

I don’t know what he was thinking …maybe drunk with power, because he going to have to expect that I would return …maybe he was thinking I was not going to come back. But I have made my return, twice as big and twice as pissed off. So Williams I will be in your little mystery challenge battle royal and I am going to kick the shit out of everyone in this match…Seven… the rookie has some skill but he cannot beat me in the ring , he getting drop first… little guys not ready for the men yet and he going to get this ass kicked

Anders Bjornson …have not seen him do much here …am I going to discount him for that , hell yeah because you has not proven he can run with the best in this game … until he can do that . He going to be chopped liver and gets fed to the lions. Anders is not going to win this match, no chance in hell and I will be one of the guys that will make sure of it.

Eddie T… Chris Stevenson , Matt Green … what that hell why are me , Chris West and Rob Holland even in a match like this … we are all former champions here … we are vets of this game … it fucking insulting to us to even be place in this match . Williams is an asshole and you know what I not into to win this thing … I going to beat the holy hell out of everyone in my way … Forget about being nice , it same like being nice is getting me now where in this place …so now it time for a not so nice Black Death to have some fun. Victory here means shit …victory at the end of the war is all that matters.

I am Black Death and I am the Truth all the rest are just lays. When you face me, you will face the End!

Black Death stops talking and goes back to typing on his keyboard. The G-2 logo fades in and then to black.]]> Everyone loves a mystery

The Logo of G-2 appears on your TV screen and then it fades away and now we see a person’s study appearing on screen. The room is not that big, along the four walls is books shelves fill with rows and rows of books, a big oak color desk is near the center of the room and next to the desk is giant globe of the world and couch for people to sit on. Now we see Black Death sitting at the desk. He is wearing a red and black smoking jacket. On his desk we can see a phone, place to hold papers and a monitor for a computer. Black Death is busy typing away on the keyboard to the computer , the keyboard is in his lap when he stops and looks up. He nods his head and stops typing, setting the keyboard down and placing his hands on the desk.

Black Death: Welcome G-2 Fans, this right here is my office in my home; I decided to change the location of the promo this week. Felt you people need to see different things, so I have decided that starting now I going to do these promos at different places. Maybe show you the fans a location in the city that were going to have a show at. It just my way giving you, the people, a look into the lives and the happenings of the local city that we visit. I think it going to be fun, but now enough about that let get to the main subject here.

First I have to give my congrats to GDM , you gave me one hell of a match and beat me , I cannot deny that …but I will let you in on a little secret… my plan was not to beat you. I would not have gain nothing if I beat you last week. But I have never face you before; I needed to know how you would handle me. How you would handle yourself in the ring against someone like me. See GDM it about winning the title. If I beat you last week, I gain what, victory … but no title. So GDM I know how you wrestle, how you think and I know how I am going to beat you when it counts… for your title. Hell come to think about it; you may not even be the champion. So if you are after the Super show, shine that belt up real nice, because it coming home with me.

Now let get to my part of the super show and my chance to get my hands on Williams … Kyle Williams has been avoiding my like the plague the last few weeks. People have notice that he not around when I am and I getting more and more pissed off about it. Now I got a mystery challenge coming up against seven other guys. Out of these guys I pretty much beaten all of them expect for Rob Holland and the other guy that I not going to try to say his name. Do I really give a shit about this challenge? To be honest with you fans I don’t care about this match...Let me explain

See when I can to G-2 I have a goal , that is to be the G-2 Heavy weight champion, but you cannot just walk into in a promotion and expect to be handed there top title like that , no matter what you done in the past. You have to earn it and I been doing that every sense I got here. But it same like more and more I get closer to that belt it seem to get farther away from me. I know pound for pound I am the best on this roster, that I can beat anyone here. But it always seem to be something that keeping me back. usually it management, because I like to do things my way, That one of the reasons I lost my open weight title … no correct that I was strip of the title, I had to handle a few promises I made to other places that was going to keep me out of G-2 for least a few weeks, I discussed with Williams and he agree… then the little shit weasel stabs me in the back and takes the belt away from me.

I don’t know what he was thinking …maybe drunk with power, because he going to have to expect that I would return …maybe he was thinking I was not going to come back. But I have made my return, twice as big and twice as pissed off. So Williams I will be in your little mystery challenge battle royal and I am going to kick the shit out of everyone in this match…Seven… the rookie has some skill but he cannot beat me in the ring , he getting drop first… little guys not ready for the men yet and he going to get this ass kicked

Anders Bjornson …have not seen him do much here …am I going to discount him for that , hell yeah because you has not proven he can run with the best in this game … until he can do that . He going to be chopped liver and gets fed to the lions. Anders is not going to win this match, no chance in hell and I will be one of the guys that will make sure of it.

Eddie T… Chris Stevenson , Matt Green … what that hell why are me , Chris West and Rob Holland even in a match like this … we are all former champions here … we are vets of this game … it fucking insulting to us to even be place in this match . Williams is an asshole and you know what I not into to win this thing … I going to beat the holy hell out of everyone in my way … Forget about being nice , it same like being nice is getting me now where in this place …so now it time for a not so nice Black Death to have some fun. Victory here means shit …victory at the end of the war is all that matters.

I am Black Death and I am the Truth all the rest are just lays. When you face me, you will face the End!

Black Death stops talking and goes back to typing on his keyboard. The G-2 logo fades in and then to black.]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1359 Thu, 26 Aug 2010 03:36:15 -0600 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1359 The camera focuses in and we are in the presence of a cowboy hat wearing Dave Bermingham. He points at the hat and smiles.

When in Rome-

Dave’s smile turns into a more of a serious expression as he removes the hat and throws it to the floor.

I’m not in Rome, I’m somewhere in friggin Texas.

Dave rolls his eyes and tuts.

Why on earth am I in this shit hole? I have no desire to visit the Lyndon B. Johnson Space Center or the Big Bend National Park let alone read up about Mexican heritage. I wasn’t around when JFK was assassinated and don’t want to see some poxy memorial about him. Disrespectful possibly but we all disrespect now and then, it’s part of our life, it’s built into our DNA coding and with that, fuck the Texas longhorns. I’m tired of being in this place as there isn’t anything to do; I’ve even strolled down to the local hangouts and spots in search of something to do but absolutely nothing of substance. Not like when I was in California last week, that trip was a complete contrast to this as I had so much to do I barely had chance to sleep and I wasn’t even talking about the MILFs I hung out with at the water park either!

Dave raises his eyebrows and breaks out a small smile.

I take for granted how easy it is for me to get hot gorgeous women whereas on the flip side just like Texas and California, there is Logan Gable who is getting jack shit, diddle squat, zilch, naddo, nothing in the female department. Back in the day when we used to be running buddies we’d get so much ass it was like we were real life porn stars. Especially when we tag teamed in and out of the ring, some of those women were just into the whole wrestler ego and by gosh did we facilitate their needs and desires – you more so than me. You see Logan’s ego is far bigger than mine and I know you are watching this Logan and you are hearing the words coming out of my mouth.

Dave looks deeper into the camera lens.

We used to be tight, just like that eighteen year old we tapped – damn I’m glad I kept the photos of her on my iPhone as she was stunning but I’m once again getting distracted. As I was saying we used to be good mates and had some good times but now I no longer wish to associate with the likes of you. I get my daily fix of MILFs and it prevents me from becoming a prick like you. All that pent up frustration, all that testosterone that is flowing around your body isn’t doing you any favours, it’s making you, dare I say it, yes I do, you’re becoming more of an asshole than Fnord. You need to release the frustration and I can possibly have my friend back.

Dave sniffs and rubs his eyes.

I miss you man... we need to get back on the same page and take over G-2 like we once did, sod Jive Soul Bros it’s all about Gable and Bermingham version two, we can be, Ebony & Ivory!

Dave clears his throat.

Ebony and Ivory, live together in perfect, harmony-

Dave stops and laughs before scowling into the lens.

Fuck you Logan. Fuck you and your hobosexual ways!

Dave steps back, blows air out of his mouth and then puts his hands to his face in a state of surprise.

I see your dirty face
High behind your collar
What is done in vain
Truth is hard to swallow
So you pray to God
To justify the way you live a lie
Live a lie
Live a lie

Yeah I said it. Wow that sure did feel good.

And you take your time
And you do your crime
Well you made your bed
I'm in mine

Dave thumps his chest and smiles proudly.

I know you want me to come crawling back on my hands and knees begging for us to be friends again. You like having me around as not only does it help you to get laid but also makes you look a bigger jerk off than you all ready are but that’s how you like to come off. You love to be hated as it’s what makes you tick, it’s what you thrive on, and it’s what probably gets you off. You stated that last week on Full Throttle that I wouldn’t be able to beat you and what happened?

Because when I arrive
I, I'll bring the fire
Make you come alive
I can take you higher
What this is, forgot?
I must now remind you
Let It Rock
Let It Rock
Let It Rock

Dave shrugs his shoulders and smiles.

What did happen last week on Full Throttle- oh yes I remember, how could I forget, you were sloppy and I capitalised on that fact and I beat you. I beat you in that ring and now at the Supershow this Friday I shall beat you again. I shall regain my Openweight championship and become a two time champion. That achievement is not to be sneezed at but you Logan are-

Dave nods his head and strokes his beard.

You were right last week when you said we are different, it’s taken me a while to realise how exactly, that’s skin colour aside of course but it came to me like an epiphany when I beat last week and it’s that... I’m simply better than you. You’ve wanted me on your side, you’ve wanted me... in your shadow so that you can suppress my natural ability and talent. You fear me Logan. You know, you’ve seen what I am capable of and how I could rule the roost, how I could sit at the top of the table with a crown upon my head and-

I wish I could be
As cruel as you
And I wish I could say
The things you do
But I can't and I won't live a lie
No, not this time.

Dave smiles with that ever so familiar sadistic smirk before running his hands over his head and staring into the lens.

I’ve done enough talking and if I rabbit on any longer then my words will fall on deaf ears. It’s going to boil down to Dave Bermingham versus Logan Gable for the Openweight championship and well I’m not walking out empty handed that’s for sure. Good luck Logan, you’re going to need it.

Dave stares into the lens with a menacing look before breaking out his usual cheeky yet slightly mischievous smile and flipping thie middle finger.]]> The camera focuses in and we are in the presence of a cowboy hat wearing Dave Bermingham. He points at the hat and smiles.

When in Rome-

Dave’s smile turns into a more of a serious expression as he removes the hat and throws it to the floor.

I’m not in Rome, I’m somewhere in friggin Texas.

Dave rolls his eyes and tuts.

Why on earth am I in this shit hole? I have no desire to visit the Lyndon B. Johnson Space Center or the Big Bend National Park let alone read up about Mexican heritage. I wasn’t around when JFK was assassinated and don’t want to see some poxy memorial about him. Disrespectful possibly but we all disrespect now and then, it’s part of our life, it’s built into our DNA coding and with that, fuck the Texas longhorns. I’m tired of being in this place as there isn’t anything to do; I’ve even strolled down to the local hangouts and spots in search of something to do but absolutely nothing of substance. Not like when I was in California last week, that trip was a complete contrast to this as I had so much to do I barely had chance to sleep and I wasn’t even talking about the MILFs I hung out with at the water park either!

Dave raises his eyebrows and breaks out a small smile.

I take for granted how easy it is for me to get hot gorgeous women whereas on the flip side just like Texas and California, there is Logan Gable who is getting jack shit, diddle squat, zilch, naddo, nothing in the female department. Back in the day when we used to be running buddies we’d get so much ass it was like we were real life porn stars. Especially when we tag teamed in and out of the ring, some of those women were just into the whole wrestler ego and by gosh did we facilitate their needs and desires – you more so than me. You see Logan’s ego is far bigger than mine and I know you are watching this Logan and you are hearing the words coming out of my mouth.

Dave looks deeper into the camera lens.

We used to be tight, just like that eighteen year old we tapped – damn I’m glad I kept the photos of her on my iPhone as she was stunning but I’m once again getting distracted. As I was saying we used to be good mates and had some good times but now I no longer wish to associate with the likes of you. I get my daily fix of MILFs and it prevents me from becoming a prick like you. All that pent up frustration, all that testosterone that is flowing around your body isn’t doing you any favours, it’s making you, dare I say it, yes I do, you’re becoming more of an asshole than Fnord. You need to release the frustration and I can possibly have my friend back.

Dave sniffs and rubs his eyes.

I miss you man... we need to get back on the same page and take over G-2 like we once did, sod Jive Soul Bros it’s all about Gable and Bermingham version two, we can be, Ebony & Ivory!

Dave clears his throat.

Ebony and Ivory, live together in perfect, harmony-

Dave stops and laughs before scowling into the lens.

Fuck you Logan. Fuck you and your hobosexual ways!

Dave steps back, blows air out of his mouth and then puts his hands to his face in a state of surprise.

I see your dirty face
High behind your collar
What is done in vain
Truth is hard to swallow
So you pray to God
To justify the way you live a lie
Live a lie
Live a lie

Yeah I said it. Wow that sure did feel good.

And you take your time
And you do your crime
Well you made your bed
I'm in mine

Dave thumps his chest and smiles proudly.

I know you want me to come crawling back on my hands and knees begging for us to be friends again. You like having me around as not only does it help you to get laid but also makes you look a bigger jerk off than you all ready are but that’s how you like to come off. You love to be hated as it’s what makes you tick, it’s what you thrive on, and it’s what probably gets you off. You stated that last week on Full Throttle that I wouldn’t be able to beat you and what happened?

Because when I arrive
I, I'll bring the fire
Make you come alive
I can take you higher
What this is, forgot?
I must now remind you
Let It Rock
Let It Rock
Let It Rock

Dave shrugs his shoulders and smiles.

What did happen last week on Full Throttle- oh yes I remember, how could I forget, you were sloppy and I capitalised on that fact and I beat you. I beat you in that ring and now at the Supershow this Friday I shall beat you again. I shall regain my Openweight championship and become a two time champion. That achievement is not to be sneezed at but you Logan are-

Dave nods his head and strokes his beard.

You were right last week when you said we are different, it’s taken me a while to realise how exactly, that’s skin colour aside of course but it came to me like an epiphany when I beat last week and it’s that... I’m simply better than you. You’ve wanted me on your side, you’ve wanted me... in your shadow so that you can suppress my natural ability and talent. You fear me Logan. You know, you’ve seen what I am capable of and how I could rule the roost, how I could sit at the top of the table with a crown upon my head and-

I wish I could be
As cruel as you
And I wish I could say
The things you do
But I can't and I won't live a lie
No, not this time.

Dave smiles with that ever so familiar sadistic smirk before running his hands over his head and staring into the lens.

I’ve done enough talking and if I rabbit on any longer then my words will fall on deaf ears. It’s going to boil down to Dave Bermingham versus Logan Gable for the Openweight championship and well I’m not walking out empty handed that’s for sure. Good luck Logan, you’re going to need it.

Dave stares into the lens with a menacing look before breaking out his usual cheeky yet slightly mischievous smile and flipping thie middle finger.]]> http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1358 Wed, 25 Aug 2010 22:28:19 -0600 http://g2.ewniverse.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1358 The house that stands silently in front of us is not just a house. This massive old building surrounded by a wooded area is an old rundown psychiatric hospital. The voice of the asshole known through G-2 and all of the wrestling world as Fnord is heard narrating as we pan the creepy front of the building.

Fnord: The place in front of your own eyes is a remnant of my own past. This run-down old psychiatric hospital has meant many different things to many different people. It used to mean control for me. I used to lock myself up in one of these rooms just to keep myself controlled. I used to have an anger issue. I was pissed off at the entire world back in the day. I wanted to beat the living shit out of every single individual that I crossed paths with. When I locked myself in a padded room behind one of the windows you see now, it brought me back into a meditative and calm state. Don’t get me wrong, I struggled for hours upon hours foaming at the mouth ready to explode… but eventually I calmed down.

I walk in front of the camera held by my own “hired” cameraman and onto the entrance steps to the building. My face is emotionless and cold as I stare dead into the camera and take a seat on the steps.

Fnord: I’ve tried to stay calm. I’ve tried to hold back the anger and rage that I hold inside. It’s an everyday struggle with me these days. Maybe that is why some people refer to me as an asshole. Maybe that is why some people get pissed at me so easily. I’ll get in your face and scream at you letting you know when you’re wrong… I’ll do whatever I can to prove my point as a valid point.

I stop talking and just stare deep into the camera in an almost statue-like state. After a few seconds of motionless intrigue, I finally blink. I rise up to my feet and turn my back to the camera. I look up at the old psychiatric hospital in front of me and the camera moves up to see the view with me.

Fnord: This place is full of urban legends. People are afraid to come here are night because of the stories that are told. People actually fear this place… that is only what it is, an abandoned building. To everyone else that ever knew anything about this place it was just an abandoned building, but to me it was a whole lot more.

I reach out and open the double doors that lead into the old psychiatric hospital. I step through the doors and my associate with the camera follows me. I walk up to the “check in” desk and turn around to lean back at it.

Fnord: This place has meaning to me that no one else really knows. You see, through all the lies and gimmicks that I’ve played out in G-2 and other places, talking about how I grew up fortunate and rich was semi-true. When I talk about how my father was a world-renowned psychiatrist who caused the death of my mother… that was true. This place was one of many places that was left to me in my father’s will when he fell down on the scalpel that ended his life. At a young age, I did let all of the inmates go free because I owned this place and it was mine. They didn’t go free to ruin the world like most of you idiots think I did with them. They got transferred to other locations where they could still be locked away for safekeeping.

I look up into the blank air as if remembering some things and I smile before letting my gaze fall back straight to the camera.

Fnord: There were a few of the inmates that I let live here after it was given to me. A few of you might remember them making cameos throughout my existence in the wrestling business. The seven foot and five hundred pound black behemoth known as Willey Bubba was a good friend of mine. Unlike G-2’s very own Black Death, he was a simple and gentile man. He was simple in mind and gentile in heart and one day he killed a small child. He didn’t know any better. He thought he was hugging her. He was the complete Frankenstein’s Monster made only of his own parts.

I smile remembering Willey Bubba and walk to a set of elevators. I press the up button before turning back to the camera.

Fnord: The woman known only to the world as Dis Cordia was the only thing in my entire life that I was ever sure of. She was colorful. She was a freak. She was beautiful. Dis Cordia might’ve gone bat shit crazy in Australia, stole a tank and blew away half of their Australian Army…

I start chuckling at the fact that Australia tried to have a successful army until the elevator doors open and I step in. I hit the 3rd Floor button as my associate with the camera joins me. The elevator doors close and the elevator starts to move.

Fnord: When she got locked away in this hell hole she was a lost soul. But when I found her we completed each other. We were both fucking crazy and at one time we escaped from here. We really did join a traveling carnival and she really was raped and murdered. There was nothing I could’ve done to save her, but I did avenge her. Years had passed throughout our relationship and during it she was the only thing to make me completely at peace. She was the only thing that calmed me when I became completely angry. She was the only one that could stop me from going completely insane. When she died a little of me died with her. The part of me that gave any shit about this world and the people in it died when she did.

The elevator stops and the door opens. I step through and make my way down a dark hallway only lit up by the spotlight on the camera, which is in the hands of my associate following me.

Fnord: My own brother was an inmate here at this facility. He had as much identity problems as I did. He never took off his American Pride luchador mask. He really thought he was an American hero known as Joshua Justice. He was my half-brother and I barely knew anything about him. He, too, is dead. He was killed by another ex-inmate known only as The Rainy Day Killer. RDK is still at large, but one day I will find him and I will make him pay for what he’s done.

I stop at a door with a tiny window. I open the door and pause before entering.

Fnord: There were a few others that never made it out into the public. Like the man holding this very camera, they still live here and haunt it’s halls at night. I won’t mention them because they don’t desire to be mentioned.

I turn and face the camera with the same emotionless and stone cold face that has been plastered on me throughout this little adventure.

Fnord: The Third Floor is my floor. This is the place that throughout my entire career, I’d come to after each identity I embraced crumbled before me. On this floor are many rooms, which represent the many versions of myself throughout my career. Every time I failed, I came back here and reinvented myself. Over and over I came back with something new and exciting and each time I got shunned and laughed at. My first adventure in the wrestling ring I was known as only The Punisher.

I step into the room and hit a light switch. The walls are splattered with red and black as assorted weapons lay scattered around the room. On the far wall an enormous solitary skull is painted white on the wall. I turn around and let the skull illuminate in the light behind me.

Fnord: Like the comic-book character I too wanted vengeance on the bad guys that wronged me. I wore all black and used my anger and anguish to my own advantage. I exploded onto each of my opponents and beat them nearly to the ends of their lives. This got old after a while as most people saw me as a kid that wanted to be a comic book character. I even called myself Frank. It was lame and eventually I moved on to bigger and better things.

I walk to the exit and leave the room lit up. I walk past a few doors letting my hand waver on them as I pass by.

Fnord: I had a few gimmicks that no one knows about and I don’t dare to revisit. The Unknown Solder and Ares, the God of War were only two of the many unmentioned that I used and used well.

I stop at a door with a maple leaf on it. I boot open the door and walk in to see a room that the likes of Chris West would love. An all red and white pile of wrestling gear is scattered around the room. The Canadian flag hangs proudly on the wall. A red luchador mask with a giant white maple leaf is on a mannequin’s head on a table. I turn to face the camera with a slight smile on my face. This is the first emotion that I’ve shown so far this night.

Fnord: The Canadian was a great and technical wrestler. You see, I’ve trained in Greco-Roman wrestling and ju-jitsu in the past and I used the skills that I learned in the wrestling ring under the moniker of The Canadian. I was a masked Canadian wrestler that took pride in his in-ring skills and his country. Little did the world know that I was born in Florida. Chris West knows The Canadian quite well because he broke him. I lasted for years upon years as The Canadian. I could out wrestle all of my opponents with ease. I knew every submission hold in the books and even a few out of the books. I knew how to reverse all of the same moves that I knew how to put on. I was racing to the top of the wrestling world when one day I was in a match full of controversy. It was Team Canada versus Team USA and my own teammates turned on me. One of them was Chris West and he liked to go hardcore. He cracked my skull repeatedly with a chair so many times that I actually had some sort of brain trauma that I couldn’t be cured of.

I exit the room and my smile fades as I walk to the room right next to it. The door is wide open. I pause before entering and turn to the camera.

Fnord: I actually thank Chris West for killing The Canadian. You see, with the death of The Canadian… Fnord was born.

I step into the room and it’s nothing but chaos and destruction. Foreign of objects seen in any and every hardcore type of match you can imagine are scattered all around the room. A desk with a vanity mirror is in on the far wall and the mirror is cracked into multiple sections. I take a seat at the desk and look at my scattered and shattered reflection.

Fnord: Chris West made me into a laughing stock. Because of the multiple chair shots to my head, I had a small case of turrets where I said random things at random times. I did nothing but hardcore and extreme matches and took everything to the next level of harshness. I didn’t make it through any match without making both myself and my opponent lose blood. I feuded with the man that made me insane who was then known as The Insane One Chris West. In the end I defeated him and made my mockery into something that people began to love. The fans loved it when I went psycho and took out my aggression on my opponents. Most of West’s scars came from my very hands. It was around this time that the original Lynch Mob took me in as one of their own. I guess they decided that instead of facing this psycho that they would have him join them and it worked to their advantage. The likes of The Legacy and Tracer X along with Angie and others moved me to a level beyond my own imagination. I moved on to different federations and rose even higher. There were no limits to what I could do as the crazy man known only as Fnord.

I reach out and gently touch my shattered reflection before rising from my seat and heading to the door. I exit the room and shut the door behind me. I pause with my hand on the doorknob taking a deep breath.

Fnord: This was the best of me and you can tell that I never truly moved on from being Fnord… being myself.

I release the doorknob and turn to face the camera once again. I motion behind me to the many other doors that exist on this floor.

Fnord: Throughout the years I was a God… a preacher… three people in one… the King of Freaks… a Rockstar… I was many different things that never seemed to fit and in the end I fell back on being the man you see today. I fell back to the man known only as Fnord. But this time I don’t have a funny speech impediment. This time I don’t have an urge for going hardcore or extreme. I still want my opponents to feel pain and bleed, but I don’t use my own self as the weapon to do that. I’ve brought you along this little revelation about myself in order to show you a tad into my actual past. Each time I changed gimmicks or moved on to a different place, I evolved but also remained the same. The man you see before you today… the man that will be facing both Duros and Chad Michaels at the Supershow for the G-2 Heavyweight Title is a combination of the best aspects of each individual. I’m a risk taker and a bastard. I know that I’m the best technical and most extreme wrestling out there.

I go into my pocket and pull out a piece of paper. I examine the paper before shoving it for the camera to see.

Fnord: There is a poll on G-2.com that ask the fans to vote on who they think will come out of the Supershow the G-2 Heavyweight Champion. Duros is at 65%. Chad Michaels is at 40%. Only 5% of the idiot fans voting say that I will win in the Main Event of the Supershow. Only 5% of the people that watch G-2 think that I have a chance of obtaining the dream that I’ve dreamed of for years. I know that both of my opponents have cut promos already this week, but I haven’t seen them. I haven’t sat back and watched them spew the words and explanation of the past month’s events as the verbal vomit that they do. I’m sure that Duros is lurking in the shadows somewhere saying how Chad Michaels deserves this shot and he is happy to give it to him. I’m sure that Chad Michaels is saying the same thing about Duros and giving him complete respect. No one in this business respects me. No one wants to really see me as the G-2 Heavyweight Champion. The only reason that Kyle Williams is backing me is because he doesn’t want to see the prized belt of his federation around the waist of an emo… face painted… freak or half of a gay comedy act. He knows that when I obtain the G-2 Heavyweight Championship that I will be the best and unbeatable.

I start to make my way back to the elevators. My associate with the camera follows.

Fnord: People have seen my actions as of late as assholish and childish, I’m sure. They see me injecting myself into the Main Event of the Supershow as nothing but a distraction from the real players that are facing each other. For yet another time, I am the underdog backed into the corner. Recently, I was calling myself Kyle Williams’ attack dog. Do you know what happens when you back an attack dog into the corner? He fights with everything he has for his own life. He will tear whoever is in front of him apart in order to gain the freedom that he desires. Like that dog, I will do the same thing. My freedom from my anger and my own craziness involves obtaining the G-2 Heavyweight Championship. My clarity and peace of mind will only come when my hand is raised and I am the named the winner at the Supershow in Dallas.

I make it to the elevators and press the down button. The doors open up and I motion for my associate holding the camera to enter the elevator. I lean in and hit the “Lobby” button. I lean back out and hold the doors open.

Fnord: No one expects me to do any real damage in this match. No one expects me to come out the winner. In Dallas on Friday I’m going to do the unexpected. I’m going to shock the world when I defeat not only Duros but Chad Michaels and become the new G-2 Heavyweight Champion. Duros’ time is over and Chad Michaels isn’t good enough to hold onto the title. Duros needs to sulk back into the shadows and disappear into the darkness. Chad Michaels needs to win back the G-2 Television Title and hold it for another four million days or whatever obscene record he claims to have. In order for G-2 to grow and expand there needs to be new blood in the throne. By new blood I’m not talking about the blabbering idiot with the nickname Sudden Impact. I’m talking about myself… the one and only Fnord. In just two nights the crowd will actually get behind me once they see the skills and action I can bring to the ring when I really want to. They will stand on their feet and cheer when I plant Michaels or Duros down in the middle of the ring with The Misdirector and pin either one for the win. I’m the underdog… I’m the one that, right now, no one wants to see as a champion. I’m going to surprise the world and pull out all of the stops. At the Supershow there will be a new G-2 Heavyweight Champion and you’re looking at him right now. I’m going to push G-2 onto a new level. I’m going to move G-2 forward in the ranks of professional wrestling. I’m going to rule G-2 and all of wrestling once I get my hand raised and get that shiny trinket wrapped around my waist. I’d wish my opponents luck, but they need more than that. They need a miracle to get past what I’m going to bring Friday night. The past is the past and the future is the future… I am the future of this business. I am the future of G-2 and wrestling as a whole. I will obtain my belt and I will lead G-2 to the front lines of this business. I have worked my whole career to get to this exact moment and I’m goin to succeed. The two real assholes are my opponents for even thinking they have a chance.

I give a wink at the camera as I take back my hand and let the elevator doors close. ]]> The house that stands silently in front of us is not just a house. This massive old building surrounded by a wooded area is an old rundown psychiatric hospital. The voice of the asshole known through G-2 and all of the wrestling world as Fnord is heard narrating as we pan the creepy front of the building.

Fnord: The place in front of your own eyes is a remnant of my own past. This run-down old psychiatric hospital has meant many different things to many different people. It used to mean control for me. I used to lock myself up in one of these rooms just to keep myself controlled. I used to have an anger issue. I was pissed off at the entire world back in the day. I wanted to beat the living shit out of every single individual that I crossed paths with. When I locked myself in a padded room behind one of the windows you see now, it brought me back into a meditative and calm state. Don’t get me wrong, I struggled for hours upon hours foaming at the mouth ready to explode… but eventually I calmed down.

I walk in front of the camera held by my own “hired” cameraman and onto the entrance steps to the building. My face is emotionless and cold as I stare dead into the camera and take a seat on the steps.

Fnord: I’ve tried to stay calm. I’ve tried to hold back the anger and rage that I hold inside. It’s an everyday struggle with me these days. Maybe that is why some people refer to me as an asshole. Maybe that is why some people get pissed at me so easily. I’ll get in your face and scream at you letting you know when you’re wrong… I’ll do whatever I can to prove my point as a valid point.

I stop talking and just stare deep into the camera in an almost statue-like state. After a few seconds of motionless intrigue, I finally blink. I rise up to my feet and turn my back to the camera. I look up at the old psychiatric hospital in front of me and the camera moves up to see the view with me.

Fnord: This place is full of urban legends. People are afraid to come here are night because of the stories that are told. People actually fear this place… that is only what it is, an abandoned building. To everyone else that ever knew anything about this place it was just an abandoned building, but to me it was a whole lot more.

I reach out and open the double doors that lead into the old psychiatric hospital. I step through the doors and my associate with the camera follows me. I walk up to the “check in” desk and turn around to lean back at it.

Fnord: This place has meaning to me that no one else really knows. You see, through all the lies and gimmicks that I’ve played out in G-2 and other places, talking about how I grew up fortunate and rich was semi-true. When I talk about how my father was a world-renowned psychiatrist who caused the death of my mother… that was true. This place was one of many places that was left to me in my father’s will when he fell down on the scalpel that ended his life. At a young age, I did let all of the inmates go free because I owned this place and it was mine. They didn’t go free to ruin the world like most of you idiots think I did with them. They got transferred to other locations where they could still be locked away for safekeeping.

I look up into the blank air as if remembering some things and I smile before letting my gaze fall back straight to the camera.

Fnord: There were a few of the inmates that I let live here after it was given to me. A few of you might remember them making cameos throughout my existence in the wrestling business. The seven foot and five hundred pound black behemoth known as Willey Bubba was a good friend of mine. Unlike G-2’s very own Black Death, he was a simple and gentile man. He was simple in mind and gentile in heart and one day he killed a small child. He didn’t know any better. He thought he was hugging her. He was the complete Frankenstein’s Monster made only of his own parts.

I smile remembering Willey Bubba and walk to a set of elevators. I press the up button before turning back to the camera.

Fnord: The woman known only to the world as Dis Cordia was the only thing in my entire life that I was ever sure of. She was colorful. She was a freak. She was beautiful. Dis Cordia might’ve gone bat shit crazy in Australia, stole a tank and blew away half of their Australian Army…

I start chuckling at the fact that Australia tried to have a successful army until the elevator doors open and I step in. I hit the 3rd Floor button as my associate with the camera joins me. The elevator doors close and the elevator starts to move.

Fnord: When she got locked away in this hell hole she was a lost soul. But when I found her we completed each other. We were both fucking crazy and at one time we escaped from here. We really did join a traveling carnival and she really was raped and murdered. There was nothing I could’ve done to save her, but I did avenge her. Years had passed throughout our relationship and during it she was the only thing to make me completely at peace. She was the only thing that calmed me when I became completely angry. She was the only one that could stop me from going completely insane. When she died a little of me died with her. The part of me that gave any shit about this world and the people in it died when she did.

The elevator stops and the door opens. I step through and make my way down a dark hallway only lit up by the spotlight on the camera, which is in the hands of my associate following me.

Fnord: My own brother was an inmate here at this facility. He had as much identity problems as I did. He never took off his American Pride luchador mask. He really thought he was an American hero known as Joshua Justice. He was my half-brother and I barely knew anything about him. He, too, is dead. He was killed by another ex-inmate known only as The Rainy Day Killer. RDK is still at large, but one day I will find him and I will make him pay for what he’s done.

I stop at a door with a tiny window. I open the door and pause before entering.

Fnord: There were a few others that never made it out into the public. Like the man holding this very camera, they still live here and haunt it’s halls at night. I won’t mention them because they don’t desire to be mentioned.

I turn and face the camera with the same emotionless and stone cold face that has been plastered on me throughout this little adventure.

Fnord: The Third Floor is my floor. This is the place that throughout my entire career, I’d come to after each identity I embraced crumbled before me. On this floor are many rooms, which represent the many versions of myself throughout my career. Every time I failed, I came back here and reinvented myself. Over and over I came back with something new and exciting and each time I got shunned and laughed at. My first adventure in the wrestling ring I was known as only The Punisher.

I step into the room and hit a light switch. The walls are splattered with red and black as assorted weapons lay scattered around the room. On the far wall an enormous solitary skull is painted white on the wall. I turn around and let the skull illuminate in the light behind me.

Fnord: Like the comic-book character I too wanted vengeance on the bad guys that wronged me. I wore all black and used my anger and anguish to my own advantage. I exploded onto each of my opponents and beat them nearly to the ends of their lives. This got old after a while as most people saw me as a kid that wanted to be a comic book character. I even called myself Frank. It was lame and eventually I moved on to bigger and better things.

I walk to the exit and leave the room lit up. I walk past a few doors letting my hand waver on them as I pass by.

Fnord: I had a few gimmicks that no one knows about and I don’t dare to revisit. The Unknown Solder and Ares, the God of War were only two of the many unmentioned that I used and used well.

I stop at a door with a maple leaf on it. I boot open the door and walk in to see a room that the likes of Chris West would love. An all red and white pile of wrestling gear is scattered around the room. The Canadian flag hangs proudly on the wall. A red luchador mask with a giant white maple leaf is on a mannequin’s head on a table. I turn to face the camera with a slight smile on my face. This is the first emotion that I’ve shown so far this night.

Fnord: The Canadian was a great and technical wrestler. You see, I’ve trained in Greco-Roman wrestling and ju-jitsu in the past and I used the skills that I learned in the wrestling ring under the moniker of The Canadian. I was a masked Canadian wrestler that took pride in his in-ring skills and his country. Little did the world know that I was born in Florida. Chris West knows The Canadian quite well because he broke him. I lasted for years upon years as The Canadian. I could out wrestle all of my opponents with ease. I knew every submission hold in the books and even a few out of the books. I knew how to reverse all of the same moves that I knew how to put on. I was racing to the top of the wrestling world when one day I was in a match full of controversy. It was Team Canada versus Team USA and my own teammates turned on me. One of them was Chris West and he liked to go hardcore. He cracked my skull repeatedly with a chair so many times that I actually had some sort of brain trauma that I couldn’t be cured of.

I exit the room and my smile fades as I walk to the room right next to it. The door is wide open. I pause before entering and turn to the camera.

Fnord: I actually thank Chris West for killing The Canadian. You see, with the death of The Canadian… Fnord was born.

I step into the room and it’s nothing but chaos and destruction. Foreign of objects seen in any and every hardcore type of match you can imagine are scattered all around the room. A desk with a vanity mirror is in on the far wall and the mirror is cracked into multiple sections. I take a seat at the desk and look at my scattered and shattered reflection.

Fnord: Chris West made me into a laughing stock. Because of the multiple chair shots to my head, I had a small case of turrets where I said random things at random times. I did nothing but hardcore and extreme matches and took everything to the next level of harshness. I didn’t make it through any match without making both myself and my opponent lose blood. I feuded with the man that made me insane who was then known as The Insane One Chris West. In the end I defeated him and made my mockery into something that people began to love. The fans loved it when I went psycho and took out my aggression on my opponents. Most of West’s scars came from my very hands. It was around this time that the original Lynch Mob took me in as one of their own. I guess they decided that instead of facing this psycho that they would have him join them and it worked to their advantage. The likes of The Legacy and Tracer X along with Angie and others moved me to a level beyond my own imagination. I moved on to different federations and rose even higher. There were no limits to what I could do as the crazy man known only as Fnord.

I reach out and gently touch my shattered reflection before rising from my seat and heading to the door. I exit the room and shut the door behind me. I pause with my hand on the doorknob taking a deep breath.

Fnord: This was the best of me and you can tell that I never truly moved on from being Fnord… being myself.

I release the doorknob and turn to face the camera once again. I motion behind me to the many other doors that exist on this floor.

Fnord: Throughout the years I was a God… a preacher… three people in one… the King of Freaks… a Rockstar… I was many different things that never seemed to fit and in the end I fell back on being the man you see today. I fell back to the man known only as Fnord. But this time I don’t have a funny speech impediment. This time I don’t have an urge for going hardcore or extreme. I still want my opponents to feel pain and bleed, but I don’t use my own self as the weapon to do that. I’ve brought you along this little revelation about myself in order to show you a tad into my actual past. Each time I changed gimmicks or moved on to a different place, I evolved but also remained the same. The man you see before you today… the man that will be facing both Duros and Chad Michaels at the Supershow for the G-2 Heavyweight Title is a combination of the best aspects of each individual. I’m a risk taker and a bastard. I know that I’m the best technical and most extreme wrestling out there.

I go into my pocket and pull out a piece of paper. I examine the paper before shoving it for the camera to see.

Fnord: There is a poll on G-2.com that ask the fans to vote on who they think will come out of the Supershow the G-2 Heavyweight Champion. Duros is at 65%. Chad Michaels is at 40%. Only 5% of the idiot fans voting say that I will win in the Main Event of the Supershow. Only 5% of the people that watch G-2 think that I have a chance of obtaining the dream that I’ve dreamed of for years. I know that both of my opponents have cut promos already this week, but I haven’t seen them. I haven’t sat back and watched them spew the words and explanation of the past month’s events as the verbal vomit that they do. I’m sure that Duros is lurking in the shadows somewhere saying how Chad Michaels deserves this shot and he is happy to give it to him. I’m sure that Chad Michaels is saying the same thing about Duros and giving him complete respect. No one in this business respects me. No one wants to really see me as the G-2 Heavyweight Champion. The only reason that Kyle Williams is backing me is because he doesn’t want to see the prized belt of his federation around the waist of an emo… face painted… freak or half of a gay comedy act. He knows that when I obtain the G-2 Heavyweight Championship that I will be the best and unbeatable.

I start to make my way back to the elevators. My associate with the camera follows.

Fnord: People have seen my actions as of late as assholish and childish, I’m sure. They see me injecting myself into the Main Event of the Supershow as nothing but a distraction from the real players that are facing each other. For yet another time, I am the underdog backed into the corner. Recently, I was calling myself Kyle Williams’ attack dog. Do you know what happens when you back an attack dog into the corner? He fights with everything he has for his own life. He will tear whoever is in front of him apart in order to gain the freedom that he desires. Like that dog, I will do the same thing. My freedom from my anger and my own craziness involves obtaining the G-2 Heavyweight Championship. My clarity and peace of mind will only come when my hand is raised and I am the named the winner at the Supershow in Dallas.

I make it to the elevators and press the down button. The doors open up and I motion for my associate holding the camera to enter the elevator. I lean in and hit the “Lobby” button. I lean back out and hold the doors open.

Fnord: No one expects me to do any real damage in this match. No one expects me to come out the winner. In Dallas on Friday I’m going to do the unexpected. I’m going to shock the world when I defeat not only Duros but Chad Michaels and become the new G-2 Heavyweight Champion. Duros’ time is over and Chad Michaels isn’t good enough to hold onto the title. Duros needs to sulk back into the shadows and disappear into the darkness. Chad Michaels needs to win back the G-2 Television Title and hold it for another four million days or whatever obscene record he claims to have. In order for G-2 to grow and expand there needs to be new blood in the throne. By new blood I’m not talking about the blabbering idiot with the nickname Sudden Impact. I’m talking about myself… the one and only Fnord. In just two nights the crowd will actually get behind me once they see the skills and action I can bring to the ring when I really want to. They will stand on their feet and cheer when I plant Michaels or Duros down in the middle of the ring with The Misdirector and pin either one for the win. I’m the underdog… I’m the one that, right now, no one wants to see as a champion. I’m going to surprise the world and pull out all of the stops. At the Supershow there will be a new G-2 Heavyweight Champion and you’re looking at him right now. I’m going to push G-2 onto a new level. I’m going to move G-2 forward in the ranks of professional wrestling. I’m going to rule G-2 and all of wrestling once I get my hand raised and get that shiny trinket wrapped around my waist. I’d wish my opponents luck, but they need more than that. They need a miracle to get past what I’m going to bring Friday night. The past is the past and the future is the future… I am the future of this business. I am the future of G-2 and wrestling as a whole. I will obtain my belt and I will lead G-2 to the front lines of this business. I have worked my whole career to get to this exact moment and I’m goin to succeed. The two real assholes are my opponents for even thinking they have a chance.

I give a wink at the camera as I take back my hand and let the elevator doors close. ]]>