GOOD. IT IS SETTLED

Gyalin Reece. Wed Feb 01, 2012 7:30 am

*After the most recent match, the camera is seen looking at the door with the name Vic Velosi on it.*

Gyalin Reece: "Good."

*The door opens, and out walks Gyalin Reece.*

]i]Gyalin Reece[/i]: "No need to worry tonight. That title of yours is staying with you, by any means necessary."

*Gyalin Reece turns while closing Vic Velosi's door and sees the cameraman. Gyalin Reece has a smirk on his face, walks up to the cameraman.*

Gyalin Reece: "Give me this camera. Who gave you permission to record the champ."

*Gyalin Reece snatches the camera from the cameraman. The camera is now shown going through different motions. A loud thud could be heard, then, a person dropping to the ground. The camera is then dropped, and it is upon the face of the cameraman, laid out on the ground, a bloody cut at his hairline and blood trickling out.*

Gyalin Reece: "Let that be a lesson. Hahahahahaha"

*Gyalin Reece is heard laughing further and further away, but the image of the cameraman bleeding on the ground is still seen on the titantron, before finally, the camera fades out.*

Camera pans in on the announcer's table

Granville Viscera: "Our champ has gone mad."

Marcus Viafildis: "Someone should ask your permission before taping you..."

Granville Viscera: "I take it you agree with the champ?"

Marcus Viafildis: "I do. The cameraman got what he deserved. Taping the champ without his permission, while he was talking about something important."

Granville Viscera: "Sounds like another cheat tonight. And Brooklyn Basher fights Vic Velosi for the Warfare title. If Brooklyn Basher does not win the match, he will be fired."

Marcus Viafildis: "It's about time. He is in a wheelchair. He may not be able to fight at all."

Granville Viscera: "Yes, because Gyalin Reece put him there."

Marcus Viafildis: "Still Basher's fault."

Granville Viscera: "I take it you agreed with the champ last week as well?"

Marcus Viafildis: "No, not last week. But I do this week, thus far...."

Granville Viscera: "So you only go with things that fit your vague and corrupt notions of right and wrong?"

Marcus Viafildis: "You can say that. I am my own man."

Granville Viscera: "You are a sick.....man. Next match please."

*The camera leaves the announcer's table, and another zooms in on the entry to the rampway.*