Gyalin Reece in the Ring

*Gyalin Reece's intro music begins, and out he walks in his street clothes to an arousing ovation. He stands at the top of the ramp for a moment, soaking in the adoration of the fans, before heading down to the ring.*

Granville Viscera: "That young man wrestled a masterful match last week against Tyler Black."

Marcus Viafildis: "I would have to agree. Say what you will about this guy. He has the tools to be great in this business. But will he? I don't think so. He beat my guy Tyler Black, one who has greatness in him. I can't say it was luck because of the way he defeated Black, but Black is still my guy. Reece? He will be forgotten by the end of the week. But, for now, I will say that he is a competitor."

Granville Vicsera: "How big of you."

Marcus Viafildis: "Shut It."

*Gyalin Reece enters the ring and is handed a microphone. His music stops playing and the crowd waits to see what he will say.*

Gyalin Reece: "Well well well."

The crowd goes wild, and Reece stands in the middle of the ring, smiling.

Marcus Viafildis: "He looks like a fool. Someone needs to get out here and interrupt him."

Gyalin Reece: "Tyler Black, taken care of. That's one down. And so now, who is next?"

The crowd yells out but no names could be deciphered.

Gyalin Reece: "I will tell you who's next. The next guy is a beast. The next guy is a respected and respectable guy. The next guy is the one guy the Christopher Welch wants, needs, demands to carry this federation on his shoulders."

The crowd begins to boo.

Gyalin Reece: "You all saw him fight last week, and annihilate his opponent. He is a great fighter, a feared wrestler, a very developed and experienced wrestler. And Welch believes it is he that must carry this federation on his shoulders."

*Gyalin Reece pauses as the crowd grumbles and boo.*

Gyalin Reece: "I guess Welch did not get the memo."

The crowd cheers loudly.

Gyalin Reece: "Welch did not get the memo. There are others here that can, and will carry this federation. There are others here that are great fighters, and will strive to be greater still. There are others here that will bleed and sweat this business. There are others here who has greatness in them. And, the memo that Welch did not see, is that, I am at the front of the pack."

The crowd gives an uproar at this.

Gyalin Reece: "As I have said before, I am the Future, and I am the present of this business. Each and every night, I will walk down that aisle, step into this ring, and once that bell rings, I will proceed to lay the Smackdown on each and every person I face in this ring. And, at the end, win or lose, I will give every ounce of myself, and Welch will have no choice, but to label me, not only the leader, but the standard bearer of this Federation. And all the wrestlers in the backroom will realize that they can't hang with me, because I am the Ayatola, The Alpha, the Omega, and that I am Just That Good."

The crowd explodes with cheers and ovations.

Marcus Viafildis: "He the standard bearer? He better ask somebody."

Granville Viscera: "He did. He asked these fans, and they agree with him."

Marcus Viafildis: "The fans? Who cares about the fans? They don't know anything."

Granville Viscera. "They know to adore him, and to hate you. I say they know a lot."

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*Suddenly Still Unbroken from Lynyrd Skynyrd start playing all around the ring, making all the crowd silent*

Marcus Viafildis: "Thanks god! someone came to shut Gyalin down"

*suddenly, A guy with a green hoodie start walking down the ramp, as almost all crowd start cheering*

Granville Viscera: "Wait... He is the one fighting Reece?!"

*Gyalin stands in the middle of the ring, waiting for his not so misterious opponent to arrive*

Marcus Viafildis: "Who is he?"

*The complete crowd shuts, and stare at Marcus, even Granville and Gyalin stare at him, ruining all the mood, as the Hooded man start laughing*

Hooded Man: "GOD Marcus you ruined the mood! Hahaha!"

*The crowd start cheering again, as he takes his hood off, to show the VGM PFM, and his big laughing smile*

Patricio Flyer Marsales: "Hey Standard Bearer!"

*Gyalin Stares at PFM, as the Crowd is cheering for both*

Patricio Flyer Marsales: "I don't think you are experienced enough, NOR strong enought to lift this Company in your shoulders"

Marcus Viafildis: "Yeah that's what I think!"

*PFM arrives at the ring, and jumps over the top rope, as he always do, standing in front of Gyalin, staring directly at his eyes*

Patricio Flyer Marsales: "You can think all you want that you are the front of the pack, and maybe the fans like you, but I don't care because they like me too, there are a lot guys that deserve the place I am right now, I didn't choose to be here, I was chosen, and until you deserve to become the chosen..."

*The crowd stays silent as PFM shuts*

Patricio Flyer Marsales: "You were unlucky to have me in your round because tonight you will be out of the WW tourney, and I will not let someone like you become champ, There is something about you, that I don't like... You don't deserve to be a champ of this fed, not in my watch"

*The crowd stay speechless for some moments*

Granville Viscera: "Are you serious!? PFM will not let Gyalin go on in the tourney!"

*PFM turns around and starts walking out, when Gyalin interrumpts him...*

OCC: continue it

*Gyalin Reece looks into the eyes of his next opponent.*

Gyalin Reece: "You will not LET me win the title? And who is going to stop me? You and what army? I am a locomotive, and unless you are superman, there is nothing that you will be able to do to stop me from winning this title. This federation needs a new face to shine bright, to be that beacon of hope for the people, and the only person that fits that bill PFM? You're looking at him."

The crowd cheer their approval, though not as loudly as before. A rift seemed to be taking place as some favored the older, more established wrestler, and others wanted the newer, more charismatic wrestler.

Gyalin Reece: "I am here to be the hero that these people have sought after for all these years. I am here to show them that they no longer have to dwell in mediocrity, that they are worthy to be entertained by greatness, entertained by talent, entertained by one who is willing to bleed, sweat, shed tears, be injured, and come back and do it all over again. These fans deserve the best, and I am here, to make sure they get that."

The crowd cheers, even others of them cheer reluctantly, *as Reece looks into the eyes of PFM, not taking them off of him*.

Marcus Viafildis: "I don't know who I want to win. But I know, no matter what, that Reece does not have what it takes to defeat the VGM. I just have one hope though."

Granville Viscera: "And what's that?"

Marcus Viafildis: "I hope they both kill each other in the ring. I hate them both. I hope PFM, well, PFM will injure Reece, I just hope it is serious, like a few broken ribs, and a broken leg, and I hope Reece finds some weapon, and use it to break PFM's arm. Then we'd be done with them both."

Granville Viscera: "How callous of you. You want them to injure each other? That's sick. How can you call yourself a human being....."

Marcus Viafildis: "I don't care about being called a human being. But I do care about geting rid of these two. I'd be anything in the world if that were to happen."

Granville Viscera: "Wish you were gone, is that possible," said Granville Viscera under his breath.

Marcus Viafildis: "What did you just say?"

Granville Viscera: "Nothing."

Marcus Viafildis: "You better not have said anything. I'd slap those glasses......."

Granville Viscera: "Shut up, Reece is about to talk."

Gyalin Reece: "Now, PFM, you are perhaps the most experienced wrestler here. And it is you, alone, that Weich has placed his hopes upon with this federation. And if Weich gets his way, and you do become his golden boy, it would only hurt the business that we pride ourselves upon. We have talent as well, and I hope to prove that in the coming weeks, that yes, I am a standard bearer, and that I too, can be a superstar, and if it takes me getting through you to do that, then so be it."

*Gyalin Reece dropped his mic and began to take off his coat.*

Christopher Weich: "Whoa Whoa Whoa. No, this will not happen, not like this, and not right now."

Granville Viscera: "What is Weich doing out here?"

Marcus Viafildis: "Weich as a vested interest to see which one of these two will become his puppet. He wants PFM, but Reece could possibly be a great alternate, or maybe he wants them both. Perhaps they will see reason and join our beloved General Manager."

Gyalin Reece: "What do you want Weich? Why are you out here? PFM and I have a minor score to settle, minor to him, but major to me."

*Chistopher Weich stood on the stage at the top of the ramp watching PFM and Reece.*

Christopher Weich: "And you will get to settle your score, but not like this. You will settle it tonight, in our main event. And you, Reece, you will have no chance to win the title. PFM, you are ordered to defeat Reece, and be my chosen one. And you will do as I say. You must defeat Gyalin, and in the end, win the title. Those are my orders."

The crowd boos at the General Manager, but Weich only smiles at them.

Granville Viscera: "Orders? Why would Weich be giving orders to PFM?"

Marcus Viafildis: "Who cares why. PFM must do as the General Manager commands, and that is, he must destroy Reece tonight."

Granville Viscera: "I smell fish. Something fishy is going on. I don't like it."

Marcus Viafildis: "It doesn't matter if you like it. The GM have spoken, and his word is law. PFM will do the right thing. He better."

Granville Viscera: "He better?"

Marcus Viafildis: "Yes, he better, or else...."

Granville Viscera: "Or else what?"

Marcus Viafildis: "Just, or else. There is no what. He just better, or else. Never cross the boss."

Christopher Weich: "So the question becomes, why did I have the title tournament in the first place."

*Christopher Weich mock bows to the competitors, and walks through the curtains to the backstage.*

*Gyalin Reece stares at the place the General Manager had just been, then shifts his gaze upon PFM, bending down to pick up his microphone as the crowd buzzes.*

Gyalin Reece: "You and the GM?" Reece begins to shake his head at PFM.[b]

*As PFM picks up his Mic he is attacked from behind by a hooded figure with a steel chair*

Marcus Viafildis: "Woah who is this guy"

Granville Viscera: "whoever it is he made a big mistake attacking PFM"

*the crowd Boos*

Hooded Figure: "Ha, he thought he was in control,now to adress who I am, I am La Grandeur And I am the salvation of The World of Wrestling".

*The hooded figure takes off his hood*


La Grandeur: "Now Gyalin, I want to be in Renegade, to help destroy guys like Patricio Flyer Marsales, who think they are numéro un, So am I in"

OCC: before Jarred interference

*As reece shake his head at PFM, PFM looks at him with an anfry face*

Patricio Flyer Marsales: "First of all, I am not with the GM, and never be, I am in this because I want to see this place the best, I do this for the fans, and the new talents of this place, maybe the GM, thinks he controls me, but he doesn't, This is all for me"

*PFM walks away from Gyalin and sits in the corner and start talking in a comprehensive way*

Patricio Flyer Marsales: "Hear me out Gyalin, I am not much older than you, but I started doing this way before you, my first fed was when I was near 16, and now even thought I am not the strongest wrestler of the world, but I know, I certainly know... that I can keep this fed in it's feet, and on my shoulder, and I am not where I am right now by being a GM lackey, nor a complete enemy of what he does, I am were I am right now because I fighted the best, and LOST, and I rised again, that's why I am here, I didn't want to enter into this Tourney, nor I will, I entered here To help every one of the guys of this fed, from the GM to you... but I repeat, there is something about you and that recruitment that you have been doing, that I can't let it be, something about you, something that stop me from believing that you someday will become the standart bearer... you and me tonight, I will show you how a chosen one should be, because I know the likes of you, you are all goody two shoes right now, but until something bad happens to you... Everything you are right now, will be over, and you may blame the fans for everything or maybe not but what I certainly know is that you will become like all those guys that think that are better than anyone, Gyalin I am not much older than you, but I can cetainly say, Tonight in the Main Event I will show all the people around here what is too be the real Chosen One!"

*The Crowd Explodes in cheer to PFM*

Marcus Viafildis: "Wow... What an incredible reaction of the fans... for some reason I can't complain right now..."

Granville Viscera: "Certainly..."

*PFM stand in front of Gyalin*

Patricio Flyer Marsales: "You are good, I must admit that... You may be one of the best, but you are hundred of years from beating me... because as you, I am one of the best too"

OCC: Ok I got inspired, I got a new nickname the chosen one, oh and after this comes the Rp of Jarred, I don't know what you think Gyalin, I will formaty it later

OOC: "I must say, I love the setup, and I love how you came back with that reply. Now Jarred attacks while I am talking to you. I don't condone, not right now anyway, secret attacks. So, what should happen is that I don't want Jarred in Renegade, yet Tyler comes out, and as the other leader, he decides to include Jarred for his attack against you. (Jarred, hope you are reading this as well.)

After Tyler, who remains at the top of the ramp, accepts Jarred, Jarred looks at me, shrugs his shoulders at me, looks back down at you, and leaves the ring, joining Tyler at the top of the ramp, and they both leave for the backstage area. I stay out, help you up, but when you come to, you shove me away from you, putting your hand on your head, and shaking your head at me at the same time. I try to explain myself (not using words, just actions, trying to say words, but there is no mic around), but you just shake your head at me, then leave the ring, using your hand to see if you are bleeding. Then, show cuts to commercial break, then, we do something to the affect of what we talked about before with our match. What do you think? And Jarred, you got all of this? Get Tyler to read as well, if you see him. We need to get this group going asap. Hope you like this PFM, if not, we can always change something.

it sounds good!

yeh its good

Then we need Tyler to get on Asap.

Gyalin Reece: "No PFM, you are not one of the best, you ARE the best..."

Granville Viscera: "What the hell.....Ladies and Gentlemen, a hooded figure is walking down the ramp and towards the ring, and it would seem that Gyalin Reece had not noticed the figure yet, and PFM has his back to the figure."

Marcus Viafildis: "Who is this guy walking down to the ring?"

Granville Viscera: "I don't know, but I hope we get some answers shortly."

The hooded figure makes his way to the ring and climbs inside, interrupting Reece. PFM is about to respond when......................

*Gyalin Reece looks on wide eyed as the guy asks if he could join the new group that is forming to help elevate the business. The guy hits PFM again for good measure, and looks at Gyalin Reece, awaiting his answer.*

Granville Viscera: "There will be hell to pay, I can guarantee that. No one blindsides PFM like that and gets away with no. No Reece, do not join this man. No, stay away from him."

Marcus Viafildis: "Show your true colors and join up with this man. He will do it, I know he will. He will show us his true colors. And it will be a good decision on his part, but, the question is, who the hell is that guy?"

Granville Viscera: "We don't know as of yet, but hopefully we get some answers here shortly. Look at Reece. He's speechless, and look at his eyes. They are like saucers. I think he knows who the guy is."

Gyalin Reece: "W..............................Ww.................Why did you do this? To join forces with me, and my team? I would never have done something like this, and I will never join......................."

Music comes on just then, cutting off Reece, and out walks....

Granville Viscera: "It's Tyler Black's music. And, yes, it's Tyler Black."

*Tyler Black stepped through the curtains and stood at the top of the ramp with microphone in hand.*

The crowd boos loudly as they see the hated Tyler Black.

Tyler Black: "Shut it you insolent swine."

The crowd boos even louder.

Granville Viscera: "It's pandemonium out here."

Marcus Viafildis: "Haha, I know, isn't it great?"

Gyalin Reece and the other figure look out at Tyler Black.

Tyler Black: "I must say, you knocked out PFM. Bravo."

Gyalin Reece: "Black, what are you doing out here. Do I need to come up there and kick your teeth in, again?"

Tyler Black: "First off, Reece, last week, you lucked out, plain and simple. I did not have my best day."

Granville Viscera: "Excuses excuses. Reece defeated him handily."

Marcus Viafildis: "No, Tyler was off last week. You heard him. He could have beaten Reece. He was off...."

Granville Viscera: "Off? What was wrong with him? Tell me, what was wrong?"

Marcus Viafildis: "Something was wrong, you heard what Tyler said."

Granville Viscera: "And you are going to just take his word for it?"

Marcus Viafildis: "Ummmm, yeah. Tyler is an honorable and noble guy."

Granville Viscera: "Give me a break."

Gyalin Reece: "So was I Tyler, and yet, you tapped out."

The crowd starts to chant: "YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT!"

Tyler Black: "I see your little fans out there, waving their fat, pudgy little hands at me as they chant."

The crowd boos.

Tyler Black: "Anyway, you won Reece. And with that, the formation of a new group begins, and I, as the one that formed the idea, am the leader of this group, and you, my second in command. And you know what group I am talking of Reece. You know what group."

*Tyler is seen, winking at Reece.*

*Reece looks at Tyler, seemingly dumbfounded, and lost for words. He finally finds the words. Gyalin Reece begins to talk, but Tyler cuts him off.*

Tyler Black: "We will get on to that at some other time. But right now, there is a man in the ring that deserves much respect for what he just did. PFM is there, in the middle of the ring, layed out. Now, fella, you may not be able to join Reece, but, you can join me. Get out of the ring and come up where. The ring is filled with losers right now, and I don't want you tainted. Come up here, and join the winning man, and the winning team."

Granville Viscera: "Why is Tyler winking at Gyalin Reece?"

Marcus Viafildis: "He's not winking at him. He just has something in his eye. He was clearing his eye out."

Granville Viscera: "No, you are wrong. We clearly saw him wink at Gyalin Reece."

Marcus Viafildis: "No we didn't. Look, I have something in my eye. I'm blinking it. You will say I'm winking at you?"

Granville Viscera: "Are we even watching the same program?"

*La Grandeur gets out of the ring and walks up the ramp to stand next to Tyler Black*

La Grandeur: "Tyler I accept your invitation"

*The Crowd Boos*

Tyler Black: "Good La Grandeur"

*Tyler motions for La Grandeur to follow him backstage*

La Grandeur: "Wait,there is something I must do"

Granville Viscera: "What can he have left to do"

Marcus Viafildis: "alot of things, for one to punch your face into the ground"

*La Grandeur takes off his mask*

Granville Viscera: "I don't believe it, La Grandeur is Jarred Daviinci"

*The crowd boos' increase even louder*

Marcus Viafildis: "Well I have to change my statement"

Granville Viscera: "What statement"

Marcus Viafildis: "well the one about punching you into the ground, yeh well he has already done that"

Jarred Daviinci: "That is right, I am the man who attacked Patricio Flyer Marsales, well deal with it"

*Jarred Daviinci and Tyler Black both walk into the locker room leaving Gyalin and the fans mesmorized after what they had just seen*

*PFM begins to stir as Reece stares up at the onramp, not believing what he just saw. The man that attacked PFM was Jarred Daviinci, and he reeled from that news. PFM groaned, and that got Gylalin Reece's attention. He knelt down by PFM's side, who began to sit up, then stand. Reece place PFM's left arm around his neck and helped PFM get to his feet. Once on his feet, PFM, realizing who was helping him, pushed Gyalin Reece with force away from him.*

Granville Viscera: "Uh oh, PFM does not want Gyalin Reece helping him."

PFM could be heard saying: "You stay the hell away from me. You will get yours. You will get yours."

*Gyalin Reece was seen, arms held wide, shrugged shoulders.*

Reece's lips could be seen saying: But I didn't do anything."

*PFM placed his hand on his head where he was hit, and kept feeling around as he backed out of the ring. He pointed at Reece with his free hand as he stepped through the ropes and down off the ring.*

PFM could be heard saying: "You will hurt Reece. You will hurt tonight. I promise you, you will feel pain. It will be you that gets knocked out next time. I guarantee it. You will pay."

Granville Viscera: "There must be some kind of mistake. Gyalin Reece had nothing to do with the attack on PFM. It was Jarred Daviinci. But PFM does not know it."

Marcus Viafildis: "Gyalin Reece had to have something to do with it. Why didn't Jarred attack him? Instead, he asked to join some group that we have been seeing Reece recruit for."

Granville Viscera: "But we saw that Jarred attacked PFM, to gain Reece's approval, and instead, he got Tyler Black's and joined him. This was an old fashioned set up."

Marcus Viafildis: "Doesn't matter. In the end, you saw, and I saw that it was Patricio that was laid out on the ground, and Gyalin Reece standing. Patricio was attacked. Patricio suffered. And Gyalin Reece? Nothing. He will have to pay for that in their match later, you mark my words."

*PFM could be seen walking up the ramp, his hand feeling his head, then leaving the back of his head and held up to his face to see if he were bleeding. He was not, but he knew he would have a large bump on his head. He kept feeling his head as he walked out, looking back at Reece, who, even though far away now, seemed to be still pleading his case, though no longer using words, just gestures. PFM did not care. Reece would pay, but at the same time, so would Weich. He needed a perfect plan, and, as he walked through the curtains and into the backstage area, he had one.*