Description: Lean,
tight muscled build, Covered in scars, most notably an X-Pattern scar
that crosses over one eye and covers most of his face, short Gray-white
hair, ice blue eyes, and a pair of chrome fangs bolted into his jaw in
place of his normal canines. No he doesn't think he's a vampire, he
just likes the way they look.
Appearance: Sports a black and red wrestling
doublet with a stylized white G on the front surrounded by
firebird-style wings, black leather pants with the word "G-MAN" on the
left hip and red tribal designs running down the right leg, motorcycle
boots, fingerless gloves, heavy elbow pads, a black bandanna, a black
leather belt with a chain attached, and a set of dog tags which he
usually removes before his match begins.
Biography: Not much is known about the former Icon of Sin beyond
his previous exploits in the SGWF, NGPW, MCW, SPW, IGA, and ACW
promotions. What is known is that Gyth is a cruel, sadistic individual
when crossed, and prefers to put his opponents through their paces in a
brutal and violent fashion. Despite a late start in professional
wrestling at the age of 35, Gyth has wrestled for a full decade and
despite a long hiatus from the sport, he hasn't lost a step. Ever since
shedding himself of the ridiculous costumes and gimmicks, Gyth has
shown, most notably in ACW, that he is more than just some insane
character. He is a lethally efficient fighting machine in the ring and
guarantees that his opponents will break long before he does.
Entrance:
[The lights dimmed, and a myriad of colors began
shining through the
entryway stage ramp. A soft latin prayer hits the
house PA system as a lone figure steps through the curtains and onto
the corrugated steel stage. His lean, powerful frame is adorned with
countless scars from a
hellish career, and speaks volumes of the man's ability to
withstand pain
and punishment. Sporting
a
black and red wrestling doublet adorned with a white stylized G
surrounded with firebird-style wings, black leather pants with the word
"G-MAN" on the left hip and red tribal designs down the right leg,
motorcycle boots, fingerless gloves, heavy elbow pads, a black bandanna,
and a set of dog tags, the familiar looking white haired man panned
cold, ice blue eyes across the crowd. Suddenly a voice
sounds
over the house PA to ask
the question as the man's face broke into a sinister grin, a pair of
chrome fangs glinting softly in the dim, colorful light....]
"Why don't you ask me what it feels like to be a freak...."
[Pyro
flames explode before
him in perfect synchronous to the opening power
chords of Demon Speeding by Rob Zombie. For several seconds he stands before the
intense heat, unaffected, muscles tensed. Suddenly roaring
at the
crowd, he marches through those
flames, bellowing smoke from the depths
of his throat. With confidence born of countless victims throughout his
career, Nathan Gyth
makes
his way down the entryway ramp.]
[Reaching the
ring, he lifts his arms up and grabs the top and middle rope.
Pulling himself up and onto the apron, Gyth slips
one foot over the ropes, followed by the other, and enters the ring.
With
casual ease, he makes his way to the furthest turnpost. Climbing onto the
second rope, he rears his arms up and bellows at the crowd.]
Gyth: FUCK YYYEEAAAHHH!!!
[He
hops down off that turnpost and quickly whips those dog tags off from
around his neck, handing them off to a ring attendant. He then makes
his way for his corner and patiently awaits the ring bell's chime.]
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
