Listening to those words come out of Peter's mouth must have stung John. Like a wasp or a bullet piercing his chest. I'll take a bullet over a wasp, fuck wasps. Anyway, unbelievable, right? Who knew that Peter would stoop so low? Everyone but John, apparently. Because it so isn't like Peter to turn on a dime every ten seconds, right? Of course, John gives us the impression that he couldn't fathom what happened. Was he just... buried by... his own friend... Peter Gilmour? And so he sat around like some heartbroken teenager before he finally decided to do something about it. Of course, we're not sure if John is being sarcastic about the whole ordeal "trolling" or if he's legitimately hurt. There's no telling with John. Peter can't even get a good reading on John judging by the garbage he put in his promo.

John finally speaks out. By now he's nearly depleted the bottle of Johnnie Walker. We'll see how this goes, put on your seat belts.

How could you, Peter?

That rant of yours against me.

Totally unprovoked!

Totally unwarranted!

Peter, I thought we were best friends. I thought that you and I could come together and make the most out of this situation. I help you or you help me...

But instead, you want to go the opposite direction. You've forced my hand, Peter...

I trusted you, Peter. I laid down in a fucking hole, thinking that you dug it for me to lie comfortably inside of. But then, you threw dirt onto me. You tried to bury me, Peter! You tried to bury me like I was some piece of shit like Pest.

Why, Peter? What did I ever do to you besides help you? You even said it yourself!

Quote:Scumbag Peter: You got me that Universal Title shot which I'm thankful for

Huh, you got a funny way of showing how "thankful" you are...

Quote:Scumbag Peter: Sure, you helped me and Dimallisher win the tag team belts, but where were you when we lost them huh?

Where was I? I was getting removed from the ring by a pack of big, black security guards after I tried to murder your competition. Sorry if I'm so passionate about your success that I would try to go through with shooting someone, Peter. Maybe if my pistol hadn't malfunctioned that night, I would have taken out Kendall and Azrael so that you and could have retained your Tag Titles. It would have been the best option seeing as how you and knucklehead couldn't get the job done in a fair fight.

But apparently I'm the asshole all because Peter can't fend off a stupid cash-in.

It wasn't enough that I got you through Scorpio and Frodo, and Flynn and Pest.

It wasn't enough that I pulled some strings (IE: sucking Shane's dick) and got you a free shot at the Universal Title a couple of months later. That's right, Peter. I sucked another man's dick, FOR YOU. I swallowed a fucking ladle size portion of Shane 's cum just so you could get your fucking title shot. And this is the thanks I get?

What more do you want from me, Peter? Have I not shown you enough appreciation?

Do you want me to suck your cock, Peter? Is that it?

Cause I will-- or-- I would have if you asked me to.

But now? Pfff. That ship has sailed. You're all alone on the dock with a dry cock. You could have had my mouth all over that shit, but that's not what you want, is it?

You want to be my enemy. You fucking said so yourself.

Quote:this Wednesday night, I will be your own worst enemy.

Why would you want that? And more importantly, why did you word that sentence so poorly?

Is it because Theo chose me to be his tag partner? What makes you think I even had a say in the matter? Or hell-- what if I had been held hostage by Theo all along? After all, that's essentially what you and The Dimallisher did in order to get me to manage the two of you. The two of you kidnapped me in order to find Paul Heyman and Gilmour Classic, and then after you killed Gilmour Classic, you handcuffed me and tossed me in the trunk of your Mercedes convertible like a piece of trash! But through all that, I still helped you guys out!

Did it ever occur to you that Theo Pryce might try the same thing, and that maybe you should try to save me for once?

But no, Peter. You have to jump to conclusions and assume that I want to be your enemy like I'm the biggest asshole on the planet. But an asshole who helps you win championships, right? Don't worry, Theo didn't really kidnap and rape me. Thank God seeing as how I apparently have no friend to come to my rescue.

We could have figured this out, Peter. You see, the plan was for me to offer you a chance to scratch my back since I practically took a rake to your's. I never expected anything in return for all those times I helped you, but I thought maybe-- just this one time-- you could help me out. Just this ONE time you could do a selfless act for a good friend. I'm talking about you turning on Vinnie Lane and Morbid Angel. Not only to make my life easier (so that I don't have to pound your face into the mat) but to make your's easier as well. I was even gonna offer you a spot on our team. We could have been THE FOUR KINGS, Peter! And we could have used the freebird rule on those Trio straps.

But before I even get a chance to sit down and talk about this, you start riding my ass.

Where do we even start, Peter?

Maybe the part where you accuse me of providing Theo Pryce with oral sex? Like I would ever dream of sucking anyone's cock but yours? Thanks, Peter. I really appreciate that. What if Theo Pryce forced me to suck his cock, Peter? Would you even care? Of course not because friendship means nothing to you.

You see, Peter. I too thought that we were friends. In fact, I used to carry around this old picture of you and I.


Do you remember that day, Peter? I sure do. We were real pals that day. You know, I would go up to random strangers, show them this picture, and tell them our stories. They would be so fascinated by the bond we had, Peter. My God, what would they think now if I told them what you've done to me?

Quote:Are you plotting something Johnathan? Are you, Theo and Samuels tying to set me, Morbid and Vinnie up just so you guys can take our titles? I know you ain't trying to help us win because that's not your style.

You can't even call me John anymore? I'm just some douchebag named "Johnathan" who "plots" against you now? What the fuck, dude...

What makes you think that I'm "tying" to set you up? Fuck those other guys. I don't give a shit about them. I give a shit about you and me, Peter.

Who knows? Maybe you and me could have plotted against everyone else in the match and CASHED IN TOGETHER with that 12/7 briefcase of yours and become Trio Champions! After all, I'm the one who gave you that fucking toy box in the first place! But OHHHH NO, I must be a bad guy if I'm handing out free shit to my friends. Peter, I've probably given you more gifts than I've given Luca and NAZI. You know that crown you're running around with? Also a gift from your's truly. But fuck me for being such a good friend, right?

It's such a shame.

You see, Peter; we could have accomplished so much together, but you had to throw it all away.

I still can't believe it. I can't believe that you'd try to bury me in front of the world after all we've been through. I've actually had to rewatch that promo of yours, like, ten times just to be sure it was really you who said those things.

I got too comfortable and you tried to bury me. Well, congratulations, Peter. I'm now buried in six feet of fucking dirt, worms, and feces. You caught me off guard, and again; congratulations.

But Peter, here's a secret: you should have waited until Wednesday to turn on me.

You made a big mistake by revealing your true colors so early, Peter, because now I have plenty of time to recover. You see, I've already begun the process of rising from this grave that you put me in. I'm digging through all the dirt and feces that you piled on top of me, with my bare hands. On Wednesday night, I will finally reach the surface, Peter. Once I'm free, I'm gonna find you. I won't even clean myself off because I want you to see what you dumped on me while I'm choking you out with my shit covered hands. Remember Peter: you brought this onto yourself. You're a fucking idiot. You're fat. Rose Smith is still and always will be a man. Maria Brink has AIDS, you have AIDS. You were raped by Frodo and admitted to liking it, making you the biggest on the planet. And despite the fact that you are handing over your crown to Doctor D'ville on Wednesday, I'm gonna make you wear a brand new SHIT COVERED crown.

In fact, I think I'll make an appearance during that segment so that it's a double coronation. D'Ville gets the crown that you failed to protect. And I crown you with a crown that's molded out of my shit and semen. It will happen, Peter. I have enough friends to make sure that it does. You? You have no friends, and after Wednesday you'll have no more championships.

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