Sid Feder arrives at Peter Gilmour's house/hotel/motel/apartment/condo/RV/other.

Well hello there Pete,

I was wondering if I could get a word with you about what went down earlier?

Peter puts up his guard and prepares himself for anything.

No, no man it's nothing like th-- DROPKICK!

Sid screams the name of the move he delivers to Peter's face, knocking him into a bunch of his own belongings and knocking them over. Sid jumps up as high as he can into the air and lands on Peter with a big splash, hooking the tights for the pin.

Ok buster; number 1 why are you wearing tights right now and number 2 where is a damn ref!

Peter KICKS OUT and powers his way out of the mess that Sid "im not 3x better anymore" Feder just caused in his living room.

Look what you did to my rug you stupid fuck! That cost me a fortune! And now I'm going to make you pay for it in your own blood!

Peter kicks Sid in the gut then hooks his arms together, almost like in a Pedigree position.

DEATHSTRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE!

Peter lands the move with such force it can be heard throughout the mansion. Sid is unconscious and not moving. Peter looks at his fallen best friend and shakes his head.

Sorry it had to come like this my friend. But as it is written, "A friend of a friend is my own worst enemy." I hope you learn this valuable lesson my friend because I preach the gospel of evil and I need you to spread my word to these non-believers!

Peter calls for Vincent, his butler, who comes into the living room as they pick up Sid and escort him into a waiting car and take him away.


ooc: Nice try bub

SUCK... MY... DICK!

3X Star of the Month
Former 3x Hart Champion
Former 13X Xtreme Champion
Former 6X Tag Champion
Former 2X Trios Champion
Former 2x Heavy Metal Weight Champion
Former Universal Champion