Vercingetorix's entrance music hits and he slowly walks to the ring.
Blake Wilson: Well, well. Look who's on his way to the ring.
Paul Peterson: Yea. What could he possibly want this time.
Blake Wilson: Who knows? With that white skull mask he always seems expressionless.
Vercingetorix enters the ring with a mic in hand.
Vercingetorix: Would someone like to explain to me how I'm supposed to prove I'm the best on this show if some fool goes and gets me disqualified when I'm in perfect control of the match!?
Paul Peterson: Well, he seems like he has a point.
Blake Wilson: He also seems like he's pretty full of himself.
Vercingetorix: But, there's no changing the past, so, I'm going to once again have to find some way to redeem myself.
Gryth's music begins to play and he appears on the stage.
Gryth: Why don't you just stick to not talking? Because you really get annoying quick.
Vercingetorix: Look who it is. Maybe if you actually knew how to wrestle, you wouldn't have cost me that match last week.
Gryth: I'm about to cost you more than just that match last week.
Vercingetorix: Come on! I need something to take my anger out on.
Gryth begins heading to the ring, and Vercingetorix tosses down his mic getting ready for Gryth.
Paul Peterson: Oh, boy! Looks like we got a brawl on our hands!
Security guards head into the arena to keep the two away from each other.
Gryth: You got lucky today, punk!
Vercingetorix: You're not gonna get off this easy. You're done for!
Security separates the two.
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