His tears cause his mascara to run, but Guppy doesn’t care. The idea of not crying at what’s become of that Hollywood hunk Peter Gilmour is just unfathomable. Parsh knows that the mark Gilly made on him will never cease to fill his inner blood with extra sugar. He is no longer a doctor. Parsh no longer looks at his fellow man the way he did before.
He doesn’t see humans and dwarves. He sees pianos. Many keys, zero locks.
Like a Tiny Biting Robot, Gilmour’s racism has turned the former doctor on to a life of pain.
The seat of a steel chair crashes into Steve Davids forehead. As Davids falls a tongue runs across the seat, “Gilmour’s shaft,” breathes Parsh as he licks the steel until the chair comes…free…of his hands.
As the chair struck body lies, half as uncomfortable as Parsh’s dieing soul, Guppy leaves the scene. His mascara stains the floor below him.
“Davids still has to kick out,” rings a demonic, wicked, awesome, edgy, bad ass, and crazy voice. Parsh silently stays put with a wicked grin as he watches the uncovered face-up body of the Xtreme Champion from a distance.
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XWF Top 50 of All-Time (#22 on 2015 and 2017 editions, #26 on 2021 edition)
1x RTX/Ruler of the Road to Extreme Xtreme WORLD Champion
2x Trio Tag Champion (1x as Tri Bute /w Ms. Diaz, Ms. Snow Pharaoh, and Mr. Supernova) (1x /w Benito Angelo and Jervis Cottonbelly)
1x Ark of The Covenant Champion
Winner of Gaybe Lincoln's XWF Tag Team Tournament /w Scully
Leader of the PAT-RO-oL's Anti-Rapist Division