(05-04-2017, 07:49 PM)Micheal Graves Said: Your eyes do not deceive you.

I sent that mother fucker to the all-you-can-eat buffet after I pump his ass at Lethal Lottery!

Your might have known that if you didn't just mysteriously fucking vanish leading up to the Pay-Per-View.

Peter acts like this is some sort of new him. More dangerous more vicious definitely more fucking hungry. Well new Peter Gilmour, old Peter Gilmour, fat, skinny, God and savior of xtreme men, or destroyer of worlds.

At the end of the day, none of that amounts to a bag of dicks. That fat fuck still didn't have what it took to get the job done against AX3!

Weren't you fired or some shit?

Gilmour may not have got the job done against Ax3.

But do you know who did?

The Kings™

You're old news, Mike. I gave you a second chance, I begged and pleaded with Jane to allow you to come back because I'm an idiot who thought maybe you'd change your ways. I went against the opinion of The Kings™ and went to bat for you. You goddamn geriatric never was. Your face looks like two pounds of puss filled pussy, even through the mask I can see the failure dripping from your chin. Or is that Blackstones baby gravy? It doesn't matter. The fact of the matter is you're no legend. You're not an asset to this company. You're nothing. Nothing but a waste of God given talent. You have had so many opportunities and you managed to squander every last one. They fed you title shots, you didn't earn a goddamn thing. You lost. They fed you opponents they knew you could beat You lost. Vinnie practically laid your dick across his chin, and offered you the world. But, no. Instead you'd rather try and get Dolly before the fucking hair does. You sick fuck. You have no room to bash Gilmour because at least he has the goddamn intelligence to make his pretend girlfriend of legal age. How can you stand up straight with that oversized chip on your shoulder?

The next time that you wanna come back around here and take shots at people remember what happened the last time you fucked with me. The Kings™ beat you half to death and I kicked your fat ass through a door. Oh and let's not forget dropped my goddamn nutsack all over your face.

I swear, I hope Maxwell, or Mike Jones, or whatever nerdy little dyke bitch they hired finally sends you packing like they promised.

Because, when it's all said and done, you'll still be trolling back alleys hoping to find and unlocked oprhanage while I'm achieving everything you were never man enough to achieve for yourself.