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~~Andrew Morrison~~ · (09-04-2013)

(Andrew is in the middle of a ring at an XWF promotional event; the arena is dark but for one light; music is playing dimly as Morrison speaks)

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"Death is inevitable. Time is undefeated. Eventually, death comes for us all. Whether that is in life or whether that is in our wrestling career. The end comes for us all in time."

"Time should never be wasted. Opportunity should never be wasted. So when the opportunity arose, and Jessie Diaz issued an open invite to all of the XWF to join in a deathmatch tournament, I decided that I would not waste my time sitting at home on a Saturday night. I would take the opportunity to unleash the storm upon anyone who dares to stand in my path that night and emerge from the rubble victorious."

"The first one who stands in my path is Peter Gilmour. Yes, that Peter Gilmour. We all can go on and on about his accomplishments. The current trio tag champion with Unknown Soldier and Poppa Feder, a 6 time former Xtreme Champion, numerous other former titles."

"Notice that most of these include the word former and the only current one is co-held by two fellow has-beens and the only reason they still hold the belts is because they are only defended once maybe what every year? Here is some more formers for you. Former top contender for the King's crown. Former member of The Brotherhood. Notice a pattern here, folks?

"Peter Gilmour is the definition of a HAS-BEEN. He USED to strike fear into the hearts of his opponents, why with his "intimidating" size, his impressive resume, and all the company he ran around with, why with his "demons" and his "dark pals" and such."

"Do you want to know what I see when I look at Peter Gilmour? I see a fat, pathetic, drunk, delusional has-been whose "glory" days are behind him and is looking for any sort of glory to make up for what ultimately will be a sad ending to his tale."

"Peter Gilmour, you can sit here and tell me how you are a multiple-time champion. You can tell me how you are one of the most violent men in the industry. You can even try and rub your "King of The Deathmatch" belt in my face."

"Newsflash, Peter. This isn't some minor-league Japanese promotion, this isn't backyard wrestling. This is the fucking big leagues and I wouldn't use that belt to wipe my ass! Do you think I am supposed to fear your accomplishments? Do you think I am supposed to fear you?"

"I do not fear anyone in this company, I sure as hell don't fear a man who is so pathetic that despite all of the ass-kissing you do and all of these accomplishments, no one wants you around. Why is that, Pete? I mean hell, from what I hear you are a bigger dicksucker than Luca Arzegotti, but at least he can win a match on his own every once in a while, hell he looks to be doing pretty good for himself at the moment."

"Last time I saw you, you were getting your ass handed to you by your "Brotherhood". I mean, if you were such a badass, wouldn't Duke want you around? Perhaps, he knows something I don't but maybe it is because he knows what I see and what the world sees, and that is you are no longer the "big, bad" Pete Gilmour."

"It's become so pathetic that you want to sit here and tell me how "the human is dead" and you will "unleash the demon" and apparently take a picture of yourself in a burlap sack and carry a scythe around and eat people and all of this other bullshit. That is all this is is another fat pile of shit coming out of your mouth. Let me put it this way, Peter."

"Lately, when I or the rest of the XWF or at least the Brotherhood and all the big boys see it, you've become a fat pile of shit. And now, here you are, with your talk of demons and such, trying to make yourself look anywhere near the threat of what you once were. You can spray gold paint over a pile of shit Gilmour but guess what, it's still a fat stinking pile of shit!"

"As far as the stipulation goes for this match, I have heard all about your fatass eating chicken parm, and then one second you bitch and cry how it is such a stupid stipulation, and then you threaten me with it like it is soaked in poison like I stand no chance? Let me let you in on a little personal secret of mine, Petey, my family is Italian. We eat the shit practically every week! And just because your a fat piece of shit doesn't mean you are going to outeat me. If a average looking man like Joey Chestnut can eat double the amount of hotdogs as some fatass, I would be certain that I could outeat and outstomach shit I eat almost daily more than your fat pathetic drunk ass."

"You act like I am supposed to fear this "demon" you say is inside of you? You say that you are going to win this tournament that was "made for you" and that you will "unleash hell on earth". Stop kidding yourself, Petey. At the end of the day, you are nothing more than a shell of your former self. And to sit in a bar and bitch and moan, and to sit here and act like you are big and bad by talking shit to Jessie Diaz about how you are going to win this tournament, not to mention the fact you say you will do whatever it takes and then bitch about the stipulation, it's sad. It's pathetic."

"And quite honestly, Petey, all you are doing is making yourself look like a fraud. I mean I listen to you say all of this bullshit about "the demon" and such, it's almost as unbelievable as a Swift Ion promo. You are no demon. You are no one to fear in my eyes. When I look at you, I see a washed-up pathetic excuse of a man who is trying to hold onto whatever little shred of pride he has left after being left out to dry by The Brotherhood and you think that you are going to take it out on me? You think you are going to win this tournament?"

"Continue to overlook me. Please. I welcome it. Because it will make my victory over you ever more sweeter. Death does await, Peter Gilmour. Time is undefeated. And your time, come Saturday, will be finished. The death of your career will come this Saturday. I will unleash a storm of brutality upon you and anyone that will stand in my path and there will not be a damn thing you can say or do or eat that will stop me from tearing you limb from limb and shattering what is left of your pathetic shell of an existence."

"The storm is coming for you, Peter Gilmour. Defy it all you want. But come Saturday, no one will save you."

(the lone light shuts off leaving the area in darkness as Morrison laughs)

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