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Sebastian Duke · (05-08-2015)

There is something inherently wrong with the booking practices and the overall management of the Xtreme Wrestling Federation in these current times. If you look back over the last few months you can see quite clearly some major errors in judgment. In what sport or any other competition for that matter, does a loser get rewarded?

For example, take a look at my last opponent, Cain. Here's a guy that has done absolutely nothing in this industry and just recently lost a shot at the Hart Championship. What does management do in their infinite wisdom? And I most certainly use that choice of words extremely loosely. They reward the Hart title loser with a shot at the Intercontinental title. My title. I mean, let's face it. The guy never had a real shot at beating me and quite honestly, very few even come close.

For more on that argument, let's take a look at Mastermind. No I have nothing bad to say about the man, and in fact, I rather enjoy watching how far he has come in the little over a year that he's been here. But the fact remains clear that Mastermind, the man that fights ever so gallantly and probably the single most gracious loser ever to step foot in an XWF ring, lost to me at Lethal Lottery in his valiant effort to win my Intercontinental title. Then he was placed by Kirk MacClay into a Hart title match and again, he lost. Then he loses to Morbid Angel and earns a shot at the Universal title?

Am I missing something here? How do these habitual losers continue to get rewarded with more and more shots at other titles?

On to Peter Gilmour. My old friend. Don't take this the wrong way, but the man literally just lost a shot at the Xtreme title and here we are, some time later, and XWF management has seen to it to place Peter Gilmour in my match for my title.

Don't misunderstand me. I'm not condemning anyone for trying to seize the opportunities they are given. Cain. Mastermind. Peter Gilmour. They're all tough competitors in their own right. The problem is management. Namely, Kirk MacClay and Matthew Oaktree. See, there used to be this mentality around here back when Paul Heyman and Ozymandias were running the ship. If you lost a title match, you went to the back of the line and had to fight your way back. And that's as it should be. No, MacClay and Oaktree, running separate shows right into the fucking ground. Making these titles we, as champions, hold and fight to keep completely fucking worthless.

They're nothing more than props. They're participation awards to fullest extent. I'm no longer interested in keeping this title because it means nothing to hold it. I'd just as soon lay down and allow some poor sap the honor of defeating me, but my pride won't allow me to do so.

It's time for the MacClay and Oaktree regimes to get their act together. Give us champions some real competition. Give us champions some deserving competition. It's obvious that business is slow. Creating bigger and better business starts at the top. Giving out title shots to those that continue to lose is no way to attract new business. That's old business. That's failed business. No one wants to tune in to watch Mastermind or Cain or Peter Gilmour lose title matches over and over again. You're basically telling the world â€œlook, we know they just lost, but, we have no one else.â€ That is also you admitting to the world that you fucking suck at what you do. Maybe the two of you jagoffs should call in Ozymandias and find whatever hospital bed Paul Heyman is laying in and get their asses back to the XWF, because you two? You just ain't got a fucking clue.

I don't choose my opponents. No, management does that for me. And the continuously feed me nothing but losers.

Speaking of losers. Hi Peter.

See, Peter and I have a long and storied history. At time we've been opponents, other times partners. Even stable mates at one point. A long, long time ago in a land far, far away- I'm not even exaggerating, this shit was more than two years ago and in Singapore or some place like that- but Peter Gilmour will yell at the top of his lungs that he beat the King of Darkness.

And its true. At least in a manner of speaking.

The part he'll conveniently forget to tell you, is that it took three men, including him, and me having a pretty much non-existent tag team partner in order for him to defeat me. In fact, it wasn't even him that made the pin fall. The truth is, it took an extremely powerful Poppa Feder. A near genius in Donathan DeSade. And Gilmour himself to defeat one of me. It also took a syringe full of debilitating drugs from DeSade in order to accomplish the feat. These aren't excuses. They're facts. They're reasons. It took three men to put me down.

Did I hold it against Pete? No. In fact, later down the line I feel like we became pretty good friends. Such good friends that he was one of the inaugural members of the Brotherhood. Unfortunately, it could not last and Peter Gilmour was shown the way out of the Brotherhood. Now, don't misunderstand me. It's not something I wanted to do, but rather had to do.

Deep in his heart, I know Peter knows this is the truth. We went our separate ways but I promised to be at his side if he ever needed my help. Not long after, Peter Gilmour came calling. He came knocking at my door because Unknown Soldier and Poppa Feder, his partners in the Trios championship team, were nowhere to be found. He begged me to team with him and I accepted. As a result, I accepted the Trios title and vowed to help him defend them.

Until.

Until Peter Gilmour made the dumbest decision he ever could have made and named Cam Lang as his third partner. It was at that point that I separated our ties. It was at that point that I vowed to cost him the Trios titles. I vowed to actively try and lose the match.

It worked.

Team Gilmour lost the Trios titles that night. And he has no one to blame for that loss but himself. Of all the names he could have chosen, and their were plenty willing, I mean, who doesn't want a free title? Of all the names he could have chosen he picked a worthless weak little shit stain like Cam fucking Lang to help us defend the titles.

Are you serious bro?

Bad decision.

We went our separate ways once again and our friendship was pretty well dissolved at this point. He blamed me for his loss of the Trios titles and I can't really argue that point. I did exactly what I said I was going to do and I actively tried to cause us to lose the match.

See, Peter Gilmour is not the kind of man that can go out there and carry a team. In fact, in his history, at least since November of 2012 when I first stepped foot inside the XWF, Peter Gilmour has had to be carried through every tag team venture he's ever entered.

Allow me to illustrate this point just a little.

Later on down the road, after our ties were separated, somehow someone put a bug in his ear and told him some lies that I was talking shit about him. Probably John Madison. But that's a different story. Anyway, he came out and challenged me on the XWF website.

On December 19, 2013, knowing all too well he had no chance of beating me one on one, Peter Gilmour challenged me to a handicap match. I know what you're thinking, XWFers. You're thinking â€œwell, if he didn't think he could beat you, why did he want you to have a partner while he went it alone?â€ The problem with that question is that's not how it went down at all. See, Peter Gilmour wanted his revenge on Sebastian Duke. He wanted his revenge for supposedly talking shit behind his back. But he wanted to have a partner to back him up. He wanted his revenge and planned to do it by utilizing a tag team partner to face one, lone, Sebastian Duke.

Part of me wanted to accept the match, but knowing his partner of choice was going to be Barney Green, I actually did him a favor by refusing the challenge. See, had Barney Green been part of that match, I unquestionably would have won it.

Instead though, I proposed a one on one encounter where he'd have a better shot, albeit a slim one, of actually beating me. Many people, some even enemies of mine, actually came to stop the madness. They pointed out that Gullible Gilmour was believing lies to the point where Gilmour himself started to regret his own actions and began to question the authenticity of the forged proof that John Madison showed the world.

Yet, even after all the fabricated evidence and Peter doubting his own decision to call me out, he still went ahead and insisted on teaming with Barney Green to take me on. I countered. One last time I countered. If he wanted the King of Darkness, he had to take a one on one encounter. Man versus Man. Peter Gilmour versus Sebastian Duke. There was no other way.

Of course, Peter Gilmour in his infinite stupidity, decided to challenge my manhood by saying I was afraid that Barney Green would beat me when in reality, I was doing him a favor. Yet, Gilmour relented. He wanted that handicap match so so bad until I turned the tables on him and offered the handicap match. Only in this scenario, he could still team with Barney Green, but I got to have two partners.

NO DEAL!

His words. Not mine. In actuality, I never had any plan of taking on partners to defeat Peter Gilmour because I simply don't need them. He, on the other hand, was adamant that he wanted Sebastian Duke in the ring but only if he could have a partner.

The result of all of this is that the match never happened because he could not accept a one on one encounter. Why? Because Peter Gilmour always has, and always will need someone else to do his bidding for him. I never needed that.

This week on Warfare, well over a year after the challenge was laid down, Peter Gilmour finally gets his chance to prove he's better than me. My Participation Award title will be on the line and Peter Gilmour wants it. If it's gold and shiny, Peter Gilmour wants it.

The problem here, is that I'm more vicious and more ruthless than I've ever been. Peter Gilmour is just the same as he's always been. Never improving, never really regressing, just always in a state of stagnancy. I am better than ever and I'm leaving bodies in my wake each and every time I step into the ring proving exactly that. Peter Gilmour? Continues to do what he does best. Lose.

Gilmour, you never have been better than me and you never will be. Wednesday night, I'll prove that beyond a shadow of a doubt.

Not that I really need to.

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