It's been days since we've last heard from Sebastian Duke. It seems that the man who was first to make his presence felt and set the pace for the week has not been able to keep up with the competition.

Four competitors step into a ring this Saturday Night in Singapore -- Two competitors get dragged out under the bottom rope and planted firmly onto a stretcher when the show comes to a close.

Open wounds.

Gushing blood.

Mangled flesh.

By all rights, quite possibly, rotting corpses.

These among many other treats are in the running for what could possibly be given to us in the closing bout of the evening. Part 2 of this massive, double main event is going to completely overshadow and put to shame part 1 of the main event.

Lexi Shecker? Griffin MacAlister? Cyren? Sarah Saint James? Appetizers--play toys--dress rehearsalists at their finest. It's their job to get the fans in attendance ready and amped up for what will be the most vicious, vulgar, horrendous, godawful slaying since Tristina Slater assaulted the English language for several months straight while parading around with a shampionship; yes, a shampionship, that meant absolutely nothing due to the depths of inferiority that he sunk it with his backwash and slurred speech impediments.

Don't know who I'm talking about? If that's the case, it's better that way. If you're one of the people lucky enough to have arrived after Slater's banishment from this terrain, then you have been fortunate enough to miss one of the most disgraceful and dishonorable displays the wrestling industry has ever had the pain of enduring.

Let's get back to the point and consider it an extra mark against Sebastian's team that I've been given nothing to rip to shreds, so I had to reference a fool that dates back so many months that over 50% of this piss bowl bathing XWF roster can't even remember him.

Where am I now? What am I doing as I address you peons? What's that sound of metal on metal as though a blade is being sharpened continuously as I speak? Don't worry about it -- you haven't earned the right to know these details. You're all as worthless as Sebastian Duke.

It seems our scene is absent this audible evening -- Why? -- Unnecessary to relay this evening's point; Sebastian Duke and his inferior partner have already lost this contest. The moment Sebastian opened his mouth and spoke my partner's name -- a man who carries both Tag Team straps -- he opened himself up for the verbal lashing of the century which both Peter Gilmour and myself have taken turns unleashing on him just as furiously as Sebastian unleashed his willingness to succumb to our wrath in advance. Mr. Duke is too preoccupied with other matters and thinking he's manipulating the leaders of the church, to actually focus on the matters at hand.

I predicted that if Sebastian claims Peter has never held gold that it must mean Peter has held gold before, and Peter has come forward and confirmed it.

I stated that Sebastian can't deliver any truly impressive wrestling maneuvers and by lack of retort has basically come forward and confirmed that.

I reflected upon the fact that Sebastian has accomplished nothing of value in his wrestling career and predicted his partner is probably better, but also a worthless piece of shit. What happens? Nothing.

They know I was right.

I've even gone ahead and had to come up with my own "gimmick" for this week in the fact that I've claimed to be Sid Feder, and as such will need to seek out and obliterate the man known as John Madison, just to live up to the actions that the real Sid Feder would probably do if he were to arrive at the same location as John Madison on Saturday. My partner doesn't see the reasoning or value in this strategy, but I do; I've got every reason in the world to hand pick poor, helpless, weak, infantile John Madison and twist his body in circles while his head is clamped between two pieces of metal. John Madison can't stop calling out Sid Feder, and Sid Feder is nowhere to be found.

Hell; I'm willing to bet 50% of the roster doesn't even remember Feder, just like they don't remember Slater. It's my honor--privilege--reward; I'm gifted to be able to fill the role of this missing soul by claiming his identity and fulfilling whatever malicious actions John Madison wishes Sid Feder to unleash upon him. I'm also willing to bet -- I'll do it three times better.

Sebastian Duke -- Stop giving me the time and ability to focus on others who I plan to torture and dismember; give me something new to work with in regards to your own sentence. Otherwise, I'm just going to take it out on Linn and Asmodeus because feasting on your flesh and bones will not only leave me hungry -- it will also burn calories and increase my need to devour all those around me. You're going to snap this Saturday like a stick of celery and you're going to have the same effect; leaving the person hungry for something real.

Rot. Rot for me, Sebastian.

Rot for me, worthless partner of Sebastian.

Rot for me -- X-TREME WRESTLING FEDERATION.