The Full Throttle credits roll and we are greeted with Jimmy Chisel already standing in the ring holding a microphone.

Chisel: Last week in this ring we saw something occur that I, and I would imagine all of you thought you would never see. That was: a G-2 Wrestling staff member colluding with a G-2 contracted performer to make sure that that performer won the G-2 Heavyweight Championship. I never thought I would see the day that this championship that I created.

A championship that I handed over to Duros on March 2, 2008 when he became the first G-2 Wrestling Heavyweight Champion. At that moment that title began to mean something, Duros held it for six months and established the championship as a prize worth having. Nick Maggio ended this reign and brought with it the legitimacy of a Mixed Martial Arts performer to G-2 Heavyweight Championship. When ‘The Future’ Logan Gable finally claimed the championship and by this point the G-2 Heavyweight Championship was recognised not only as one of the most respected and coveted wrestling championship not only in this promotion but in this state, but one of the most respected championships in this country and to be the Heavyweight Champion of this company is recognised as one of the greatest wrestlers in this country!

Jimmy Chisel pauses for a moment, clearly impassioned by the subject he shows the redness of face and sweaty brow that goes with passion.

Chisel: But last week, the respect and prestige of the G-2 Heavyweight Championship that was built up over the last eighteen months was thrown into suspect by Kyle Williams and Ken Fuqua. When Kyle Williams took that pipe from Ken Fuqua and smashed it over Logan Gable’s head allowing Ken Fuqua to pin him and become the fourth individual G-2 Wrestling Champion, my stomach turned! Ken Fuqua is a talented man, an excellent wrestler, a two time World Champion and who won these titles by merit not by cheating. Not by backhanded arrangements with authorities but by wrestling! Clearly, Ken Fuqua you have been corrupted by your frustrations and Kyle Williams you have taken your television executive sleaze and seen a man whose ego is already corrupt and made a back door deal with him in order to see some modicum of success for both men’s failing careers! I can categorically say that I will not stand for this! No one can take something that has been built on the backs of honourable men like Duros and Logan Gable, they have sullied the good name of the G-2 Heavyweight Championship and I will find someone who will take that championship back from their clutches and into the bosom of respectability!

His pledge ringing strongly in the ears of all, ‘Who Do You Love’ flares up and Jimmy Chisel makes his exit as we go to a break.

Owens: Hello everyone, Tim Owens along with Rosco Reed here and what a way to kick off Full Throttle that was, with G-2 President Jimmy Chisel making a stern statement as regards the new G-2 Heavyweight Champion Ken Fuqua and General Manager Kyle Williams involvement in last weeks match. I’m sure we have not heard the last of that!

Reed: I certainly don’t think so Tim, but let’s kick things off here matchwise. We’ve got two young bucks looking to prove themselves here in the greatest wrestling company in the great state as Tyler Graves takes on Chris Alvarez!

This match has been quickly passed what with both men wishing to show their best sides to the G-2 in what is their debutant performance before the Galveston faithful. However, things have of our time of joining the action swung mainly in the direction of Alvarez.

Owens: Tyler Graves has seemed eager at first but it looks like Alvarez has put more effort into actually researching his opponent by the man from Mexico City.

Alvarez takes Graves over with a headlock and has him grounded; he maintains the chinlock and proceeds to grind the hold. Bearing down to close the throat and starve the brain of oxygen. This Graves finds difficult to counter, his arms waving before him as he stretches for the ropes apparently giving up the idea that he could perhaps attack the source of the damage he wrenches for the ropes with every spae lim. Eventually he grabs the bottom rope and the hold is broken allowing for him to breath freely again.

Reed: Sound strategy from Graves, he was underneath and he could not hope to battle such a strong chinlock as that with his ability ro breath compromised so he went for the ropes to get free!
Owens: Graves, I am told has a background in MMA, not unlike former G-2 Heavyweight Champion ‘The Killing Machine’ Nick Maggio.

Graves gets to his feet and attempts a to ground his opponent who knees him back Graves springs up waving his arms to keep balance he runs backwards and comes off the ropes looking for a clothesline but Alvarez counters with a hip toss and Graves rolls across the ring and spills into the corner. Alvarez runs and dropkicks Graves in the corner! The crowd gasps as he makes a cover.

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Kickout!

Reed: That was impressive!

He pounds the mat with frustration before he ascends to the top rope and begins waiting for Graves to stir.

Owens: What is Alvarez up to now!?

Graves manages to get to his feet only to be met with the Mexican Slapstick which plants him face first onto the canvas! Cover…

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Kingston: Here is your winner, Chris Alvarez!

‘Whiskey Hangover’ by Godsmack plays as Alvarez rises to the applause of the G-2 crowd.

Owens: Impressive win by Chris Alvarez! He is off to a flying start here in G-2 Wrestling! Folks coming up next we have the return to G-2 of Darek DeAngleo, which is not to be missed! So be here when we come back!

You See Fnord and West down a long wall. West turns around and spots the camera.

Insane: Down here!

Fnord turns and also sees the camera. Both are wearing Infection t-shirts, and blue jeans. The Camera begins to move quickly down the hall. The camera is shaking due to the camera man running.

Insane: I Bet the question he’s going to have Fnord, is where is Styles??

Fnord turns to West

Fnord: Would you expect any other question?

West cracks a smile as he looks at Fnord.

Insane: Well its all been about TC Styles. The future world champ, the next best thing, the so-called leader of the Infection??

West turns his attention back to the camera.

Insane: Styles is the next in line to break the glass ceiling and leave us in his dusts as he claims his destiny.. Ya, he left us in the dust, like he said.

West grabs the camera and forces the camera man to film Fnord/

Fnord: The dust is thick and it’s making me start to sneeze. Let’s think about something, though. He’s didn’t leave us to achieve his goal of being the Heavyweight Champion. He simply left. Like Sarah Palin, he couldn’t handle the heat and had to run home.

West forces the camera to show him.

Insane: Do you mean that he dropped his ball and went home??

Back to Fnord.

Fnord: Exactly.

West lets go of the camera as the camera man films both West and Fnord in the same shot.

Insane: You can look around the G-2 Locker room and you won’t find TC Styles. Which is a good thing in the end. No more of this lameass infighting, no more of Styles jealously of Fnord, and I. We have cut the dead weight from the Infection we can finally unleash hell upon G-2. There is nothing that could stop us now of breaking the glass ceiling.

Fnord looks right into the lens of the camera.

Fnord: Do you hear what West has to say, Muddin and everyone in G-2?

Insane: Ya Muffin, are you listening to us??

Fnord: I no longer have that idiot in my way anymore and the weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Do you know what this means? I can focus all my energy on destroying everyone in G-2, starting with Joe Muddin tonight. I’m going out there to cause chaos and disaster. I’m going to do something Styles hasn’t been able to do for a while now… and that’s win!

West has an annoyed look in his eyes.

Insane: Nor, I have been able to do.

West looks directly into the lens of the camera.

Insane: Duros, and Nightmare. I’m going at you to with everything I have. Its up to Dream if, or how we work together. No matter what happens here tonight, it’s a new f’n era for the Infection!

Fnord looks at West.

Fnord: The Infection is going to spread like wildfire.

West looks at Fnord.

Insane: I like that. But, I can tell you one think the Infection is going to do differently this time around??

West turns to the camera.

Insane: We’re going to work together like an actual team.

West gets real close to the camera.

Insane: Styles, no matter where ever you go. No matter what you do, you’re going to end up failing as you’re always thinking about yourself. There is No I in team, you little piece of crap.

Fnord grabs the camera and forces it to film him.

Fnord: As ‘insane’ as West is, at least he’s dependable. Unlike TC Styles... I could careless what happens to you now. Now enough about Styles, it’s time to move on.

Fnord lets go of the camera, as West grabs the camera. West looks to the right, then he looks to the left. He then looks directly into the lens of the camera. West pushes the camera away from his face. West, and Fnord walk past the camera and continue to walk down the long hall way.

The scene opens up in the G-2 backstage area. Slowly, the camera makes its way down the hallway, revealing many antics in the backstage area. However, the man holding the camera just ignores the commotion around him and keeps walking. A slightly shaky video is fed up to the G-2 large video screen. The fans watch on anticipating what may happen next. Suddenly, the camera stops and zooms in on a door. Before long, a loud knock is heard echoing through the G-2 arena corridors.

The door swings open and the camera man walks into the dressing room. Surveying his surroundings with the lens, the G-2 appointed camera staff stops and wait’s a moment. The room is completely dark, no light anywhere, just faint sounds of someone moving throughout the room.

Darek DeAngleo: I asked you here for a reason tonight. You see, the people of G-2 don’t know me, they don’t know exactly what I am capable of…

Darek trails off. Silence fills the blackened room.

Darek DeAngleo: It seems that G-2 is filled with all sorts of characters. Some who lack the intelligence to comprehend the true power that I possess, other too ignorant to care and then there are those like Wesley Williams and Chris West.

The microphone the camera continues to pick up the surrounding sounds, but the live feed to the fans is still nothing but abyss. Before long, a dimmer switch is used to slowly illuminate the room to a bleak, light that casts many shadows. The camera does its best to make out the figure of G-2’s Dark Angel.

Darek DeAngleo: Wesley Williams hears voices inside his head that command him to do ill against those who stand against him. Whereas, Chris West just believes that spilling of innocent blood is the best means to solve his conflicts. These two men are two who I can say that I have both a fond and tainted relationship with.

The camera zooms in on the shadows that cover Darek’s face as he continues his address to the G-2 wrestling world.

Darek DeAngleo: Are they what the G-2 looks to for a solution to success? Or are they sacrificial lambs being lead to slaughter by an evil mastermind somewhere in the company. I believe there is someone in G-2’s front Office that is holding down the talent of my former colleagues. Does that faze me? Not at all. I can comfortably say that I am better than either of them could ever dream to be.

The lights become brighter and now the camera can clearly define Darek DeAngleo. He is standing in front of the lens with a menacing tone about him. His eyes fixate on a table before him. On the table are three photos, one of Ken Fuqua, one of Duros and one of Logan Gable.

Darek DeAngleo: This is what G-2 calls their cream of the crop. Each of them has commendable talent but none of them can carry a flame to the legacy I have weaved for nearly thirteen years. I have bled, been broken, set a flame, buried alive and EVERY GODDAMN TIME, I come back for more.

Carefully examining the photos of the G-2 elite, Darek swiftly raises his size 20 boot and sends it smashing through the table.

Darek DeAngleo: There is a whole new level of elite her in G-2 now and I WILL make an immediate impact. To hell with Razorblade, I’m not here to fight the underlings. I want the real talent.

The camera man pulls the camera away from the near seven foot monster and focuses on the crumbled mess at his feet.

Darek DeAngleo: If it’s my word that you want G-2, I give it to you. I will purify this land of the self-righteous and once again become the most feared man in the industry today. If it’s not my word and it’s my dedication you want…

Darek pauses and an ominously sly grin etches upon his thin face. The camera is sure to catch the look that could kill.

Darek DeAngleo: You will bear witness to it when I take the soul of Razorblade; he is my sacrificial lamb to you, the higher ups in G-2. My presence cannot and will not be ignored. If it’s not my dedication, but my very life-force, my crimson river that runs course through my heart-

Coming to an abrupt stop, Darek just walks closer to the camera and gazes deeply into the lens. A moment of eerie silence fills the air and is ended as quickly as it began when Darek abruptly turns from the camera and proceeds to lunge forward into a mirror behind him. The mirror shatters into hundreds of jagged pieces.

Darek DeAngleo: IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT FROM THE DARK ANGEL? MY BLOOD!?

The camera moves back to the Dark Angel to show small shards of reflective glass emitting from his forehead. Each of them surrounded by a small puncture with a stream of blood flowing from them.

Darek DeAngleo: Even before I step foot into your ring, I have bled for you. Now, I plan to make you feel the pain I have embraced. Each of you will eventually know and fear the legend of the Dark Angel.

With that, the scene begins to fade to black, while still showing several streams running down Darek’s face.

Owens: Ladies and gentlemen we have an exciting match coming up for you next. Darek DeAngleo makes his return to G-2 and he will be facing Razorblade who picked up a tag team victory last weeek with Joe Muddin over The Infection.

Reed: I have followed the career of both these men and this should be one heck of a match up. Both men are making comebacks to the ring and it's time to see if they still have it.

The match has been back and forth with both men getting some and taking some. With DeAngleo's size advantage Razorblade has been playing it smart and picking his moments, but he has not been able to get his foe down to the ground so far. We join as referee Tim Barnes has just separated them in the corner and signals for the action again.

Owens: This is a debut of sorts. I'm not talking about Razorblade but Darek DeAngleo, a name you may find familiar.

Reed: He has blessed us with his presence before and he will do it again, but Razorblade is no easy task as we have seen!

DeAngleo lunges forward to grapple but Razorblade dodges the big man's advances, delivering a calculated kick to his knee. DeAngleo goes to lunge once more as Razorblade dodges it again but DeAngleo stops and catches an unaware Razorblade with a ring shaking side Russian leg sweep. He brings him to his knees and pulls his hair back before drilling his fist into Razorblades heart.

Reed: Ouch! Precision from DeAngleo. That will slow Razorblade down faster than most will think.

Owens: Razorblade has made his name off taking pain, and I think that may be a desired quality for both men tonight.

DeAngleo whips Razorblade into the corner and follows it with a dominating body splash. He places Razorblade on the top and climbs to the second, setting up a superplex. The crowd are on edge as he lifts him up, but Razorblade blocks. He tries again but to no avail. Razorblade manages to break as DeAngleo slips to the mat through some viscous rights. A torn Razorblade thinks about flying high before, with a smirk, dropping a leg across DeAngleo's throat.

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Darek raises the shoulder!

Owens: Close call! Razorblade nearly took this match earlier than anyone would have though. It'll take more than that to keep him down though.

Razorblade raises him and twists DeAngleo's arm before bringing his elbow down on it, and his opponent to his knee. He wrenches the arm before running off the ropes, returning and rearranging DeAngleo's face with his a running boot. He goes for the pin.

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Darek kicks out!

Razorblade turns DeAngleo onto his front and lifts his leg into the air, ramming the knee into the mat. He charges in to finish it yet DeAngleo punches him in the gut, standing and putting him out of action with a German suplex as Razorblade ends up across the ring clutching his neck. He makes his way over and drops down.

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No! Razorblade gets the shoulder up!

Owens: Razorblade looked to have taken control but DeAngleo has strength in abundance, you need to keep him down.

Reed: I've noticed he has been targeting the big man's legs and that could be a smart move if he keeps it up. The bigger they are, the bigger they fall!

Owens: How origina-...

Reed: TIMBEEEEER!

The crowd are making their appreciation known as DeAngleo drags Razorblade up and straight back down for a gorilla press slam. He tends his wounded knee as Razorblade gets up arching his back in pain but is shoved towards the corner and punished with a big elbow to the jaw. DeAngleo looks for a big boot, but Razorblade ducks and his foot gets caught. Razorblade slides outside and trips DeAngleo, who tries kicking him away, before wrapping his leg around the ring post as the crowd let loose. Razorblade turns around to the jeering fans before entering and, lifting DeAngleo up, gets stunned with a powerful haymaker that sends him reeling through the middles rope outside again. DeAngleo steps over the top rope and slowly, due to the targeted leg, follows.

Reed: Pow! Right to the kisser! Razorblade may be targeting his legs but Darek still has the upper body strength of a... rhino?

Owens: Interesting choice, I'm sure DeAngleo will be flattered.

DeAngleo hits a big knee and drags him by his hair to the stairs, ramming his head into them but Razorblade blocks and returns the favour. DeAngleo backs up as Razorblade runs in but DeAngleo lifts him and drops his ribs into the steel barrier. He rolls in and breaks the count as Razorblade gets up sorely. DeAngleo bends over the ropes to assist Razorblade up, but Razorblade grabs his ankles to trip him. Keeping hold of the leg he slides and drags DeAngleo into the middle to lock in a leg grapevine.

Reed: He is been chipping away at the same spot for most of the match and now he has taken his chance!

Owens: He is putting his all into this but hat's what will be needed! Darek needs to get to the ropes quick!

DeAngleo struggles searching for a rope, but it's too far. Razorblade tightens the grip. He punches the victimised leg repeatedly before being shocked as DeAngleo's power soon pushes himself onto his hands. Out of desperation Razorblade tries dragging DeAngleo away but no use as the big man leaps forward and grabs the rope as Barnes steps in.

Reed: Even though the move has been broken the effects will last on. Razorblade had the speed factor over DeAngleo before but now is time to be grab that and run with it!

Razorblade gets to his feet and scouts DeAngleo with a twisted smile. DeAngleo hobbles up favouring a leg and turns into a kick to the gut as Razorblade sets him up for a DDT!

Owens: The Clean Shave DDT! This could be it!

He is about to execute it but DeAngleo overpowers him and rams his back into the turnbuckle. They both stumble out as Razorblade goes for a short arm clothesline but misses and DeAngleo wraps his arms around his waist and tosses him over with an overhead belly to belly, shouting out with all his strength, and as Razorblade comes down the Dark Angel shows brilliant knowledge of his whereabouts and grabs his neck hitting a neck breaker!

Reed: Boom! He hit Razorblade with the Deja Vu! I have a feeling we have seen that move before.

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Kingston: The winner of this match, Darek DeAngleo!

DeAngleo gets to his feet and looks down on Razorblade as his hand is raised. He turns full circle peering out towards the fans as the camera flashes make the majority of people blind. He leaves the ring and walks back up before turning around at the curtain. As Razorblade rests against the ropes with eyes solely on the victor, shaking his head in disappointment, Darek grins and walks behind the curtain.

Owens: Razorblade was just about to put the final nail in the coffin but DeAngleo dug deep and pulled out an impressive victory tonight.

Reed: It was a great showing by both. But though he may have it tattooed on his stomach but Razorblade won't need reminding he just met The Dark Angel.

Owens: I'm sure there is plenty more to come from both men and plenty more to come tonight! Stay tuned..

Backstage Mike Trent can be seen mingling with the workers and telling stories as they awkwardly laugh looking to get away. As soon as one more comes up to speak to him they take the chance to say their goodbyes and walk as Trent waves and shakes his head, smiling.

Trent: Ah, good guys! They like a laugh as much as I do. What can I do for you anyway?

Trevor: I've been asked to tell you that you are wanted in the engineering room.

Even though he is full of confusion Trent fails to try hide it.

Trent: So, er...

Trevor: The boiler room...That way...

Trevor walks away after a sigh as Trent points and walks off in a direction not knowing what is going on. He wanders down the corridor until he reaches the door.

Trent: Why would I be needed here?

He enters and it is pitch black. His mumblings can be heard and then also an on-purpose cough, but not Trent's.

Trent: Who is that?! This isn't funny I have better things to do with my time. I can't chase whoever you are!

Voice: Lose some weight.

Trent: Not like that! I can't see you in the dark!

Voice: Then eat carrots...

Trent: How witty, ah! Fount it!

The lights all flicker on in turn as we can finally see hat is going on. The engines, compressors and pipes surround the sides of the room with extra machinery and storage in the middle. Trent turns around and he cannot see anyone at all, though Duros is directly behind him and staying that way wherever Trent walks, looking down at the back of his head in his usual reserved manner. Trent has a cocky smile on his face as if he has the upper hand now.

Trent: Come out, come out, wherever you are... whoever you are!

Trent finally spins around in time to see Duros and nearly has a attack, jumping in the air and screaming in a high pitched voice, before trying to change his stance to come off cool.

Trent:I'm usually happy to see you but was this needed?!

Duros: I wanted to see how desperately you desired an interview.

Trent: Really?! About time. Alexis is always in the right place at the right time to get them with you. Why don't you ever make her run through hoops for it?

Duros says nothing and stands next to Trent ready to proceed as the interview himself shrugs it off and readies his loyal cameraman.

Trent: Duros, tonight you have been placed in a tricky situation to say the least, a Better Enemies Tag Team match! On one side Chris West and The X-Treme Dream. On the other Nightmare and yourself.

Duros: Tricky? It is only tricky when you don't know what to expect, when you cannot alter yourself to fit the situation at hand. I know Nightmare, I know Chris West, I believe I know what they will do.

Trent: What?!

Duros: If I said then where would it leave me? The only one I am unsure about is Dream but, and this may be a rare and irrelevant case of optimism on my part, I don't believe he is foolish enough to do anything unjustified to me when Chris West by his side. If he has a plan it will be for him.

Trent: I have to ask, why are we talking here?

Trent surveys the gloom surroundings before spinning back round as Duros begins to reply.

Duros: Solitude is where I am the least alone, Trent. I said I have a feeling of how it will go, who shall do what, premonitions if you will. Now why would I want to interfere with any of that and come into contact with them tonight? That would potentially put me back at step one due to the uncomfortable, disagreeable, perilous plot we have been thrown into tonight.

Duros looks around with a content look plastered on his face.

Duros: Where else better to gain solitude than going where no-one else wants to? And if anyone does make an effort for some reason to come and find me then I know they will have reason enough, and I will be waiting.

Trent: Waiting and planning?

Suddenly a knock is heard on the door as someone bellows out.

Trevor: Mr Trent?! It's Trevor, I think you might want to come and check this out! Sooner than later. It's Nightmare...

Trent looks at Duros apologetically, also downhearted he did not get to finish his interview, before making his apologies and heading out as the cameraman follows.

‘Hurt’ by NIN blasts over the PA system and the man known as Fnord steps out of the entrance. He raises his arms up into the air and celebrates even though the crowd surrounds him with boos. He struts down to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. He motions for a mic and his handed one before motioning for his music to be cut.

Fnord: Hello boys and girls. How is everyone tonight? Personally, I’m doing a lot better than people think. First, let’s cover an individual that was known as TC Styles or Tez. I was planning to have a special Fnord’s Funhouse tonight with TC Styles as my guest. He was going to be surprised when he got his ass handed to him by both West and I, his teammates in The Infection. Turns out that he got wind of this and decided to hang up his boots instead. I say good riddance to bad rubbish. We don’t need garbage like that here in G-2 anyway.

Fnord chuckles as the crowd just boos him some more.

Fnord: Boo me all you want, you know it’s true. When was the last time Styles even won a match? Hell, I know I have the memory of a rock, but who can remember? I’d love to sit here and rip Styles a new one again and again and again, but he’s the past and I’ll forget him before you know it. Let’s now move on to Joe Muddin.

Fnord takes a small medicine bottle out of his pocket and opens it. He pops a few pills into his mouth and knocks his head back to swallow them dry. He closes the bottle and puts it back into his pocket before smiling at the crowd.

Fnord: Muddin, you don’t have to worry about me killing you because I took some meds today. I don’t know what they exactly are, but I took them. They could be uppers or downers… or maybe they just stop the voices, who knows? What I do know is that tonight, I’m going to beat you. You don’t stand a chance against me. Last week I tapped out to you not because you beat me. I tapped out because I was tired of seeing TC Styles look like a douche-bag. This week will be different. It’s me and you in the ring and only one man will be victorious. I don’t have to worry about my partner being stupid. I don’t have to worry about you somehow getting the upper-hand. All I have to worry about is hitting you with the Fnord Flop and pinning you for the 1… 2… 3!

Fnord scratches his head, trying to remember what else he was going to say. With an expression like a light bulb going off over his head, he remembers.

Fnord: Ivan Petrov, don’t think I’ve forgotten about you. You are the thorn that’s stuck in my side and the only way that I can remove you is to fight you one-on-one in this very ring. Week after week I will continue to give G-2 and it’s Front Office three choices. If one of those three choices aren’t picked, I will cause utter chaos all throughout Full Throttle. Choice 1 each week will be for Ivan Petrov to face me in the ring. Choice 2 each week will be for me to get a G-2 Heavyweight Title Shot. Choice 3 each week will be an opponent of my choosing. I won’t be content until Choice 1 and 2 are taken care of. I won’t quit making everyone in G-2 miserable until I get what I want. Petrov, you say that you are done with being a competitor in the ring. You say that you aren’t going to lace up your boots and wrestle anymore. Well, I call bullshit. You see, Petrov, I’m not all there.

Fnord taps his head.

Fnord: You don’t know the things that I’m capable of. I know the ones you love, Petrov. I know that you’ll do whatever you can to protect them. If I don’t get what I want, you will lose what you love.

‘Hurt’ by NIN blasts over the PA system again as Fnord just drops the mic and starts to laugh. He exits the ring in laughter and heads back up the ramp.

The shot jumps to outside the G-2 studio where the polished and shining chrome wheel of what turns into a black Lincoln limousine.

Owens: Who could this be?

Reed: Whoever it is, they’re riding in style!

Pulling outward, the shot captures the entire vehicle and the newly crowned Heavyweight Champion – Ken Fuqua.

Reed: The new Heavyweight Champion has arrived.

Owens: As far as I’m concerned, he’s not the champion! He’s a cheat and a phony!

Reed: That he is, Tim. But nobody can deny his will to win or his perseverance to win the title.

Dressed to kill, he dons a black on black Gucci suit with matching shades and two buxom and scantily clad women; one for each arm. With a smile on his face a mile wide, he heads toward the inside of the building, where he will be presented with the G-2 Heavyweight Championship by Kyle Williams.

Owens: There’s only one place he could possibly be going.

Reed: Wherever it is, I’m jealous of those two babes accompanying him!

Owens: Next up, Fnord takes on ‘The Thrillbilly’ Joe Muddin!

Reed: Joe Muddin has really gotten under the skin of Fnord over the last few weeks and tonight it may be enough to throw him off his game.

Owens: I wouldn’t underestimate the former Openweight Champion like that Rosco. He’s conniving and manipulative!

Reed: Be that as it may Tim, he’s still going to have his hands full here tonight!

Owens: Well, we’ll just have to see about that. Let’s get to the ring!

Fnord has been unrelenting thus far, taking the beating to Joe Muddin. High impact slams and hard lefts and rights wear Muddin out, but he manages to keep himself from getting pinned. The ‘Thrillbilly’ capitalizes on a missed clothesline from Fnord, enabling him to gain the upper hand with a well placed dropkick. Coming into the match, Fnord is furious after Muddin sends him flying over the top rope and out of the ring.

Muddin celebrates for a quick second, throwing his arms into the air. He notices Fnord climbing to his feet and rushes out of the ring to greet him with a series of forearm shots. Still dazed, Fnord is unable to reverse the Irish whip that sends him flying into the guard rail. Muddin rolls into the ring to hype the crowd as Fnord tries to shake the cobwebs loose.

Owens: Joe Muddin is doing his best to keep his distance from Fnord!

Reed: He’s not as dumb as he looks. If Fnord grabs hold of him, he’s through. Fnord has said all week long that he’s out for blood!

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The referee starts the count as Muddin lays in wait for his opponent. Fnord is off the railing and heads toward the ring, sliding in head first and breaking the count. Instantly, Muddin rushes forward and lays a hard dropkick to the face of Fnord, taking his base out from under him. Muddin drags him toward the center of the ring and hits the ropes, looking for an elbow drop. Fnord rolls out of the way, letting Muddin slam into the mat before pouncing on him and driving lefts and rights into his head. Muddin looks dazed as Fnord pulls him to his feet and brutally lays him out with a shoulder breaker. He hooks the leg…

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Muddin gets the shoulder up at the last minute, causing Fnord to go off on the referee.

Reed: That boy needs to keep his cool if he doesn’t want to get disqualified.

Fnord nearly shoves the referee but keeps his cool. He tries to grab Muddin by the mullet, but he’s drawn in and taken to the mat with a drop toe hold. Muddin climbs Fnord like a tree and slaps him about the head and shoulders a few times before getting to his feet. Fnord is up and he’s pissed. He dives at Muddin, barely missing him. He swats at the Thrillbilly a few times, leaving himself open to the occasional jab from Muddin. Finally, Fnord manages to grab him by the shirt. Muddin tries to escape, but Fnord pulls him close and neutralizes the threat with a knee to the gut. With Muddin at bay, Fnord hoists him into the air and runs forward, driving Muddin into the mat with a running power slam.

Owens: He nearly drove Joe through the mat!

Reed: Fnord is definitely a force here in G-2! He needs to wrap this up!

He looks for the pin, but decides against it after a one count. A devilish grin comes over his face as he peels Muddin off the mat. He raises his arm into the air and yells "It's over!".

Reed: He’s looking for that Face Cutter!

Owens: We’ve seen it before and it’s not pretty!

Muddin tries his hardest to break free, but Fnord nails it, driving Joe’s face into his shoulder. Muddin is on his back. Fnord stares out at the crowd before slowly dropping to his knees and covering the Thrillbilly.

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The referee stops counting. Fnord screams at him to continue. The referee points at Muddins foot.

Owens: Fnord is furious! Muddin had his foot on the rope!

Fnord is on his feet and now screams right at the referee’s face. The referee tries to stand his ground, but Fnord starts poking him in the chest. Suddenly, from nowhere Fnord falls backward into a schoolboy position.

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3!!!

”My Name is Mud” begins to play throughout the studio as Joe immediately slides out of the ring, followed by the referee.

Hughes: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match as a result of a pinfall… JOE MUDDIN!!

The referee raises Joe’s arm as he gingerly makes his way up the ramp. Inside the ring, however, Fnord is livid. He pulls at his air and kicks the bottom rope while the fans cheer Joe Muddin on.

Owens: What an upset win for Joe Muddin here tonight!

Reed: Not many people can claim to have beaten Fnord here in G-2. You’ve really got to wonder what sort of mental state Fnord is going to be in after this match Tim.

Owens: I’m afraid to find out Rosco! Joe Muddin getting a hard earned victory over Fnord here tonight. And up next is our main event! The Openweight Champion Duros teams up his opponent from last week – Nightmare. And together they take on another unlikely duo in Chris West and the Xtreme Dream.

Reed: That’s got dysfunction written all over it. And it’s next!

The fans cheers are heard throughout the building as Kyle Williams appears. Instantly, the cheers become jeers and Kyle Williams displays a wide, cheesy grin as he’s greeted by the new Heavyweight Champion, ‘The Franchise’ Ken Fuqua.

Williams: There he is! Tonight is the night, champ!

With the two long haired vixens sticking to him like glue, he removes the shades from his face and slides them into his breast pocket before shaking hands with Kyle Williams.

Owens: That snake! He cost Logan Gable the Heavyweight Championship last week!

Williams: How are you feeling tonight? I trust these two are taking good care of you?

A devilish laugh escapes The Franchise and the two bubbly women begin to giggle like schoolgirls.

Fuqua: Kyle, let’s just say I appreciate their… generosity.

Owens: Not only is he a cheater, but he’s a womanizer to boot!

Reed: The man has good taste, surely you can’t fault him for that.

The two share a laugh together before getting down to business.

Williams: Ladies, please excuse me. I need to steal him for a short while to go over some business.

Frowns come over their faces as Ken steps away from the grip of the two women. He waves goodbye and smirks before sending them on the way.

Fuqua: Just go back to my dressing room. I’ll be back in a few minutes. You won’t even know I’m gone.

Ken enters the room before Williams, giving him the chance to shut the door. The shot jumps back to ringside where Tim Owens shakes his head in disgust.

Owens: Tonight, Ken Fuqua will be awarded the G-2 Heavyweight Championship that he robbed Logan Gable of last week. G-2 has just entered it’s dark ages.

Reed: Patience is a virtue, Tim. And karma always has a way of finding its way back.

You are looking directly at West, who takes a deep breath of air. The camera zooms out as you see West opening up a locker room door and walking into the room. X-Treme Dream jumps up from his chair and looks right at West.

Dream: What the hell??

West looks right at Dream.

Insane: I’m not here to fight, Dream. I’m here to talk to you.

Dream steps right up to the Hardcore Legend.

Dream: You want to talk.. Than talk, you piece of crap.

West doesn’t seem impressed with that statement.

Insane: Nice.. But, can I blame you for the anger after I attacked you with Mr. Trusty last week??

West cracks a smile.

Insane: Speaking of your back.. How is it??

Anger begins to creep over Dream’s face.

Dream: I know how to deal with pain.

West looks directly at Dream as West begins to speak.

Insane: You and I have a long storybook past. You know that, and I know that. Hell, some of the idiots within the G-2 crowd know that. But, one thing not many people know about us the fact we used to team up together..

Dream: That was a long time ago..

Insane: No Shit. But, that also means we have an advantage over Duros and Nightmare.

Dream is listening with more interest.

Insane: We know how to work together, Dream. We could take out both Duros, and Nightmare here tonight. Hell, of we play our cards right. You could begin your climb up the G-2 ladder and get one step closer to Duros’ Openweight belt. You do want to be a champ, right Dream??

Dream looks at West with a annoyed look on his face.

Dream: You talk about us having a long past?? You know one thing I remember and remember well? Is your shitty ability to play mind games. I know what you are trying to do West. I can see right through you. You want to end your winless streak. Well, I got good news for you West. No matter what type of mind games you try to play, no matter how you try to sell me on what this win could mean for my G-2 Career. I don’t lose.

Dream moves right up to West’s face.

Dream: Isn’t that right, West?

You can see the anger begin to boil over in West’s eyes.

Insane: You might have cheap ass victories over me, dipshit!. But, you haven’t pinned me, or made me submit. Until you do, every little win you have over me means nothing..

Dream Backs away from West.

Dream: Maybe In your head, old man. But, when the history buffs look back at the history of G-2. They will see win check marks next to my name.. The record books don’t care about how you win. They only care about the facts. The facts are you’re a loser who can’t beat me.

West begins to back away from Dream as he is wanting to leave the locker room.

Insane: When that bell rings later tonight in the main event. If you want to play together, or play alone its up to you. But, I know what we can do together as a team. The Balls in your court. Don’t be like TC Styles and drop it.

West leaves the locker room. Dream pokes his head out of the open door.

Dream: Next time, knock. A$$hole!

Dream slaps the door. Everything fades to black.

Owens: We appear to be having some trouble backstage. Mike Trent is apparently on the scene as we speak!

The camera cuts to the backstage area, where Nightmare can be seen struggling to steal a camera away from its operator. As the image jerks back and forth, we see drool sliming down his chin and his eyes looking more wild and bloodshot than usual, and his breaths seem more to be measured grunts. Finally, he seizes the camera with one great pull as the cameraman and Mike Trent step backwards incase. He steadies the camera, holding it no more than a foot away from his face. At this distance, we can see the light scars covering his face, and his hazel eyes poking through his dark greasy hair. He pauses to allow himself a few more grunting breaths before speaking.

Nightmare: Duros. You have the gall to talk about working together? About, me using you to get to another title shot? You talk down to me like you’re the hand that feeds. Like you control my destiny. Like you’re something to be afraid of. You just don’t *beep* get it do you?

As he barks this last sentence, tiny bits of spit fly out at the camera.

Nightmare: You don’t make the decisions around here. It’s Kyle Williams, and Jimmy Chisel, and as long as they think that Nightmare and Duros in the ring is going to sell tickets, they’ll pull the rug out from under you without a second thought for the matter.

He head cocks to the side as he speaks, and a twisted grin begins to spread over his face.

Nightmare: Duros, I’m not afraid of you. What can you possibly do to me? Beat me in the ring? Leave me battered and bloody and bruised? Put me in the hospital? I fucking live for those moments. This body - this life - they mean nothing to me. You have nothing to threaten me with. What almighty vengeance can come down upon the man who has nothing to lose? Think of this Duros, before you open your goddamn mouth to me again.

Nightmare’s face straightens up and he raises the camera up above himself.

Nightmare: Duros, tonight we enter the ring as partners. It will be me and you against two men who have built careers on their supposed love of pain. But they don’t know true pain, now do they Duros? They don’t know what it’s really like to feel pain - that pain beyond the simple tearing of the flesh. We have that over them Duros, I know you do and you know I do, we have that in common.

Nightmare relinquishes the camera to the camera man and laughs.

Nightmare: But when I walk out into that ring tonight Duros, I do so with no allies. Don’t think for a second that I trust you, or that I’ll drop my guard for a second. You say if I want another shot that I need to play ball tonight. But the thing you still don’t seem to get - more than anything else - is that it’s never been about titles. It’s about me showing you that you’re no better than I am. That thought you enter this building every week, sure of your place in the hierarchy, you too can have it all taken away. Just. Like. That.

As he speaks this last line, he snaps his fingers.

Nightmare: It’s about me proving to the world that I can take something from you, and if I so desired something from any of them. That I nothing in this world i-

Nightmare is suddenly halted as two hands that appear by his head also snapping his fingers. They stop as a familiar voice is heard before Nightmare can vent the frustration enough to turn around.

Duros: It's off putting when someone cuts your sentence short, isn't it?

He turns around as the two are face to face for the first time since last week's Championship match, with Duros proudly displaying the G-2 Openweight Championship around his waist. Even though the situation is different this time around the anger of Nightmare and intensity of Duros still lingers between them. Mike Trent is standing out of the way of them and encouraging his cameraman to capture every moment.

Nightmare: Duros, this time you interrupt me - how fitting.

Nightmare speaks this last couple words through gritted teeth.

Duros: I did not plan on subjecting my eyes to the torture of looking at your face until the bell had rung but, after what I was hearing, how could I stay away?

Duros leans in, getting the point across as directly as he can, as the camera closes on their faces.

Duros: All of this animosity... it means nothing to me. I have never been the most liked amongst the wrestlers here and you are no acception. But tonight remember one thing before we become tag team partners, for it is all I came here to tell you. When your anger rises, and I'm around you, think of the consequences!

Nightmare: You know, at the end of the day Duros, you’re just like everyone else in this building - full of *beep*.

Duros: That's a very bold statement. One maybe you need to put to the test again sometime soon as last time we fought, remember that? As soon as the referee's hand struck the ring mat it was you who was revealed to be full of... This isn't what we need tonight. The difference here is I know rage is nothing unless you know how to control it, Nightmare, otherwise it only controls you. Just keep it in mind before you let your mouth embarrass yourself again.

Duros is about to continue before Nightmare retorts, switching views and letting out another side of thought leaving people to think which is the truth.

Nightmare: Perhaps, you’re right though, perhaps. Maybe, just for tonight, we can coexist. Long enough to dismantle the dim-witted duo of West and Dream at the very least.

The two stare off for a few tense seconds, neither one daring to blink, before Nightmare storms off in one direction and, after sizing up what to expect from his tag partner tonight, Duros nods and goes in the opposite way leaving Trent alone.

Owens: Last week we saw two matches. We saw Chris West and X-Treme Dream battle in a tables match in which XD proved to be the victor. We also saw Duros defend the Openweight Championship against Nightmare. Duros walked out of that match with his hand held high. This week, rivals will team up in what is being deemed as a “Better Enemies Tag Match”.

Reed: Chris West teams with X-Treme Dream and Duros teams with Nightmare. I will be amazed if these teams can coexist. We know the hatred that stems between West and Dream. Duros and Nightmare have not been on the same page. It will take a miracle for any of them to put aside their egos and work as a cohesive unit.

Both teams have struggled in this contest. Chris West has refused to tag X-Treme Dream and the team of Duros and Nightmare have been trying to one-up the other. Neither can seem to get on the page.

Owens: This match has been one of the more interesting tag team matches we have had recently. Chris West has refused to allow X-Treme Dream to tag in. It seems like these two teams are more interested in their own performance than actually winning the match.

Reed: Duros and Nightmare have been frequently tagging but more so because they are having a one-up-manship trying to prove who the better wrestler is.

Nightmare holds Chris West in the center of the ring with a side headlock. He cranks down on the hold keeping his attention focused squarely on Duros who studies his moves. Chris West forces Nightmare against the ropes and shoots him off to the opposite side of the ring. As Nightmare returns to the center of the ring he takes West down with a vicious side tackle. He holds West in an inverted headlock and hammers on him with hard right hands. Nightmare gets to his feet proud of his work and makes his way over and tags in Duros.

Owens: There you see the competitiveness of their two partners. Nightmare doing a good job of working over Chris West, but rather than trying to inflict more damage he tags in Duros.

Reed: You have to put your ego to the side in a tag team match. You never break momentum you are building just to tag in your partner and say “let’s see you do better”.

Duros cautiously enters the ring keeping an eye on Nightmare who moves out to the apron. West is back on his feet and charges at ‘The Orphic’. Duros catches him coming and executes a drop toe hold, slamming West face first into the canvas. As West attempts to get up, Duros flips over his side catching him with an Oklahoma roll.

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Kick out!

With both men on their feet, Duros grabs West and takes him to the canvas with a side headlock takedown. Duros uses his free hand to fire piston like rights to the skull of Chris West.

Owens: Now it is Duros showing off to Nightmare. He is usually cool, calm and collective but for some reason Nightmare has been able to get under his skin.

Reed: Duros is one of the few wrestlers on this roster who can change his game plan and then come right back to it.

Duros brings West up to his feet and applies an armbar. He drags West over to his corner and makes the tag to Nightmare. Following Duros’ lead, Nightmare cautiously comes through the ropes and takes over the arm bar from the Openweight Champion. Nightmare drags West to the middle of the ring but it is broken up when West knees Nightmare in the abdomen. West bounces off the ropes looking for a lariat but Nightmare ducks the move and drops West to the canvas with a well executed neck breaker. He goes for the lateral press.

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Kick out!

Owens: They may not be on the same page but Duros and Nightmare are at least managing to stay at least one step ahead of Chris West. It will be interesting to see if West ever tags in Dream if he gets the opportunity.

Reed: West is in need of a tag if only to get a breather. He started this match and has not let Dream come into the ring once. That is not how you win a tag team match.

Nightmare brings West up and shoots him to the turnbuckle. He charges in but West manages to get his boot up. With Nightmare dazed West explodes out of the corner nearly cutting him in half with a spear.

Owens: West gets his first difference making move of the match and it is a big one.

Reed: It will be interesting to see if he tags in X-Treme Dream or if he continues to try at it on his own.

West slowly begins crawling towards the turnbuckle as Nightmare tries using the ropes to get to his feet. Nightmare spots West and goes to cut him off, but it is too late as he tags in X-Treme Dream. Dream enters the ring to a huge ovation and levels Nightmare with a running lariat. Nightmare gets back up to his feet and this time is sent crashing to the canvas with a back elbow. As Nightmare tries to push himself up off the canvas X-Treme Dream grips him by the waist and flips him high in the air, driving him back first to the mat with a gut wrench suplex!

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Owens: Kickout by Nightmare! XD finally gets the tag from Chris West and he comes in on fire. Maybe these two will be able to work together after all.

X-Treme Dream brings Nightmare up to his feet and sends him to the ropes. As Nightmare rebounds, Dream catches him by the waist and drops him with a sidewalk slam. As Dream goes down for the pin he is stopped as Chris West begins yelling at him from their corner. Barely able to hold himself up, West yells for Dream to make the tag. Dream ignores West and continues to work over Nightmare. He shoots him to the ropes with an Irish whip. As West rebounds Dream scoops him up and slams him down hard with a power slam! As Dream goes for the cover again, West begins shouting abuse at him.

Owens: Christ West just made the tag to X-Treme Dream who came in like a wrecking ball. Now West is shouting for Dream to tag him back in.

Reed: I don’t understand the logic these teams are using. What you want to do is go ahead and win the match. Then after the match you can settle your differences. This bickering back and forth is only going to hurt their chances for a victory.

X-Treme Dream having another makes his way over to the corner and slaps West on the shoulder violently. West gives Dream an evil grin before stepping between the ropes. Still not one hundred percent, West stumbles towards Nightmare looking to make the cover. As he gets there Nightmare springs to life and rolls West up with a small package.

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Kickout!

Reed: West looked to get an easy win after stealing Dream’s thunder but he almost found himself pinned to the mat by Nightmare.

West is disoriented when he gets up to his feet so he isn’t to stop Nightmare who leaps forward tagging in Duros. Duros comes into the ring and catches West with an inverted atomic drop. Duros hits the ropes and cuts West down to size with a vicious side spear. X-Treme Dream goes to enter the ring but he is knocked off the apron by Duros. Duros sizes West up and as he gets to his feet, Duros hoists West onto his shoulders with a fireman’s carry. He flings West off and catches him with a knee before West crashes to the canvas.

Owens: Snake Bite by Duros! This could be it.

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Kick out!

Duros coils down like a snake getting ready to strike as he sets West up for the SoulStealer. As he gets ready Nightmare rolls back into the ring.

Owens: Nightmare has come back into the ring to make sure that X-Treme Dream doesn’t try and help Chris West out.

Nightmare spins Duros around and lifts him up onto his shoulders. He tosses the Openweight Champion off connecting with Sweet Dreams!

Owens: Nightmare just hit Sweet Dreams on his own partner Duros! Why would he do that?

Reed: It’s not about winning or losing to Nightmare. He wants Duros’ championship and he will not stop until he gets another shot at him. Duros just found out the hard way that this thing between them is far from over.

Nightmare exits the ring to the back. He backs up the ramp slowly making sure that West and X-Treme Dream take advantage of the opportunity. West slowly makes his way over and drapes his arm across the prone bottom of Duros.

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3!!!

Kingston: Your winners of the match… the team of Chris West and X-Treme Dream!

The fans jeer as Chris West begins celebrating in the ring. Nightmare looks on as Duros slowly begins to come to. X-Treme Dream rolls back into the ring and immediately tackles Chris West to the mat. They two begin exchanging punches and soon enough G-2 security is on their way down to break up the melee. As they are separated, Duros looks through the ropes at Nightmare who stares right back at the fallen champion.

Owens: What an interesting development as Nightmare gives his own partner Duros his finisher right as Duros was seemingly looking to put Chris West way with the SoulStealer.

Reed: This is far from other between those two. Just like the Dream/West saga. Right after the match ender Dream was back into the ring fighting with Chris West. What is it going to take to end this war between those two men?

Owens: I don’t know but what I do know is that next, Ken Fuqua will be presented with the G-2 Heavyweight Championship by the man who helped him steal it away from Logan Gable. Our General Manager Kyle Williams gives Ken the gold when we come back!

Owens: We're back folks, and it's the moment we never thought we'd see.

Reed: Ken Fuqua as G-2 Heavyweight Champion, it's almost happened quite a few times, Tim.

Owens: Yes it has Rosco, but now it's real this time. The dark cloud has taken it's place over Galveston an that snake Kyle Williams is in the ring. Let's get this over with.

Kyle Williams stand center ring with a mic in hand and a cheesy grin on his face. The fans inside the G-2 studio shower him with jeers and he tries his best to ignore them, keeping up the phony smile.

Williams: Last Friday in this very ring history was made! Last week Logan Gable was defeated for the G-2 Heavyweight Championship by a man who has been the face of G-2 since it's inception.

Another wave of 'boo's' carries on throughout the studio as Williams nods his head.

Williams: That's right! Please give him a round of applause! It is my absolute pleasure to introduce to you the NEW G-2 Heavyweight Champion... THE FRANCHISE... KEN FUQUA!!

Pantera's 'Cowboys From Hell' begins shredding throughout the studio as a cloud of smoke rolls onto the stage.

Owens: Just think, this is the new face of G-2.

Reed: Love him or hate him Tim, he takes care of business.

A few moments pass by until the metal takes over and the jeers grow louder. Suddenly, the curtain sweeps to the side and out steps Ken Fuqua onto the stage. With a buxom bombshell on each arm and dressed to kill in his black on black Gucci suit, he strides down the ramp with a smile at least a mile wide. He begins his climb up the stairs, paying no mind to the curses and debris being hurled his way. He allows the two scantily clad women to enter first, drawing attention from some of the lonely men in the crowd before entering himself. He steps toward Kyle Williams, removing his shades and shaking hands with him.

Owens: Kyle Williams has made a deal with the devil himself!

Reed: I don't know about that, but he should definitely keep both eyes on The Franchise.

Kyle shows Ken off to the crowd, who boo and hiss wildly. The music begins to fade as Williams hands the microphone over to Fuqua.

Fuqua: I told you! I told you all!

Ken is barely heard as he is nearly drowned out in the boo's from the audience. Trying once more, he addresses the crowd.

Fuqua: I told each and every one of you pigs in the crowd and all of those goons in the back that Ken Fuqua would become the G-2 Heavyweight Champion! I told you all that I would break Logan Gable in half and I've done just that! Jimmy Chisel has spent the last year trying to keep it out of my grasp and what happens when I finally get a fair shake? I stick to my word and I beat your beloved Logan Gable like a red-headed step child!

Ken nods his head as Kyle Williams pats him on the back, congratulating him once more.

Fuqua: It is the dawn of a new day here in G-2! No longer will The Franchise play second fiddle! The time has come and the era of 'The Franchise' has officially begun! Now, how about we get that championship belt around this gorgeous waist of mine!

Kyle Williams nods his head as Ken lowers the microphone. The two women at his side brush the wrinkles out of his jacket at the waist line, preparing him for his title.

Owens: I think I'm going to be sick!

Reed: Where is Jimmy Chisel?

Kyle Williams pulls a red velvet bag off of the podium that stands to his left and reveals the G-2 Heavyweight Championship. He holds it up high to show the audience what they'll never achieve and lowers it to apply it to Ken's waist. The ladies help him wrap the Championship around his waist and remove the jacket from his upper body. With a maniacal grin on his face, Ken raises the microphone once again.

Fuqua: You know...

Before he can say another word "Who Do You Love" by Bo Diddley plays, instantly arousing cheers from the crowd. Ken lowers the mic and snarls toward the entrance way as Chisel wastes no time in heading to the ring.

Owens: Mr. Chisel has arrived! And he looks pissed!

Reed: They say don't cross the boss. We're about to find out why!

Chisel pulls a mic from his jacket and paces for a second or two, trying to keep his cool. He motions for the music to be cut off and let's loose on Fuqua and Williams.

Chisel: You know I don’t know how you two can come out here and celebrate what you did! You have disrespected this company by your actions! I ought to fire both of you on the spot, strip Ken Fuqua of the championship and be rid of you both for this fiasco!

Ken smugly smirks as Kyle Williams offers a rebuttle.

Williams: You think that you can act now? You think that a joke of a businessman like you can actually think of acting now? You’ve used up all your credibility by hanging around with a midget and dancing around to an iPod! You let this happen Jimmy, you just sat back and let this happen! You want to blame me? You’re the reason I’m here. You want to run down ‘The Franchise’? Ken Fuqua is standing here as G-2 Heavyweight Champion because he deserves it, because he has served this company well, and could only become G-2 Heavyweight Champion at a time when you weren’t trying to hold him down! The only reason you are so upset is because you didn’t control it!

He gets right up in Chisels face as he speaks.

Williams: You are a control freak, you want everything done your way and to your standards but you don’t have the balls to do anything yourself. You have left men like me to do all the dog work while you get all the glory and if we do anything wrong – it’s our fault for not following the standards set by ‘The Genius’ Jimmy Chisel! Bah! You have the gall to call yourself a genius!? You are nothing but a hack! A hack who has done nothing but promote your favourites like your beloved ‘The Past’ Logan Gable and ignore the real hero of G-2 Wrestling ‘The Franchise’ Ken Fuqua! Ken Fuqua stands before these people as G-2 Wrestling Champion, a role he is long overdue because of you and your controlling grasp on this company! You make us out to be the bad guys? You are just as bad but at least we have the decency to do it out in the open.

Chisel: Is that what you think, eh?

Williams: That is what I have been told, first hand. I looked into this, I researched. I interviewed men who wish to remain anonymous who say Jimmy Chisel is mostly myth, smoke and mirrors and PR. Ken and I do our business up front, we took matters into our own hands to end the reign of that paper-champion Logan Gable. But you, you did everything behind the backs of people. You’ve just never been caught Jimmy, but I have the evidence. I know the truth! I know what you really are, and it’s not the kindly old Uncle Jimmy that you want everyone to think you are. Behind those sunglasses you are just as snake-like and wretched as you claim Ken Fuqua and I are! So go ahead, fire us. Strip Ken Fuqua of his hard earned championship. I dare you because if you do, then the world will know just how much of a low-grade man Jimmy Chisel really is! And not only will Ken and I leave, but we will take the G-2 Heavyweight Championship with us.

Kyle Williams is nothing but serious in his words, his eyes fixed on Jimmy Chisel who stands there resolute as Full Throttle goes off air.