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Cadryn Tiberius · **03-11-2017, 08:54 PM**

Oh, Petey..

The scene opens up to Cadryn riding on the back of a floor model television flying downhill at uncalculated speeds being driven by Buronan. Cadryn pulls out his phone and begins checking the XWF website. Cadryn stumbles across Peter Gilmour's latest promo and begins reading. Smiling, Cadryn turns the phone on himself and begins recording his next promo..

First of all, Peter, I must have struck a nerve. You seem to be a little heated about what I had to say about you. I expected as much, and decided I'd go ahead and clarify a few things for you while I have the chance.

You called me a brute. Sugar, have you ever even seen me in person? I'm like 5'11. Hardly a brute if I do say so myself. More like an elegant array of intelligence and sex appeal all wrapped up in a beautiful little package, put on display for the world to see.

I don't mean to beat a dead horse. Honestly, I don't. But, again, if it weren't for Graves carrying you all the way to where you are now, you wouldn't be here, sweetie. You're about as useless as herpes. Speaking of herpes, you should probably get checked. I imagine it has rampantly spread through the trailer park where you live. I mean, we'd hate to see your inbred children also contract some type of dirty disease. It's bad enough that they probably call you “Brother Dad” because they really aren't sure where the family tree is headed at this point.

You did manage to make a valid point, however. You said that Buronan and myself were going to bring it, and that this will probably end your journey for the briefcase. Correct you are, baby. And it isn't going to be Graves fault, that I can assure you. I'm sure as he has been doing this entire time, he'll pull his weight, and do his best to carry you. But, it's the end of the line for you and him. You've fought valiantly and for that I commend you. And by you I mean Graves.

Now, I'll admit, I made a few mistakes while I was under the influence of Heroin and Meth. Which by the way, Peter. Why do you feel the need to say “Heroine”? Do you expect me to come at you dressed like a female superhero, offering up some type of vigilante style justice? Christ, son. That trailer park education hasn't lived up to it's expectations, has it?

Oh, and then, you say that y'all have this in the bag. Seriously? Five minutes before that you were shitting your pants over the thought of Buronan and myself, and now all of a sudden you are overly confident? Are you sure I am or was the only person on drugs? You seem to be delusional and contradicting yourself at every turn.

I'm nothing to write home about? Well, I'll admit, you've had many more title runs than I have in the XWF. But honestly, who gives a shit, Peter? When is the last time you heard anyone talk about your “Amazing” title runs? You're old news, bro. You claim to be a legend, but have the talent of a rookie. I'm fairly certain that the XWF keeps you around as fodder for guys like me. An easy stepping stone on the path to greatness. You're a has been, and more than likely, a never was. Oh, and I did OD. And it was the best thing that has ever happened to me, because now I see things more clearly than before. And for you, that spells T-R-O-U-B-L-E.

You're right again, Petey. “Your mom” jokes are pretty lame. But it seemed to have set you off on a little tantrum, and that was it's intended purpose. The doctor probably should have slapped my mom, because as it turns out, she was a psychotic, abusive, bitch, that deserved twice as much as I gave her in the end. As for boring, darling, we both know I am anything but boring. That's why you're so interested in what I have to say, and that's why even after I lay you down in front of everyone, you'll still be another has been that spends his time following my career. Hoping that maybe one day you'll figure out where you went wrong, praying for another chance to turn it all around, hell, praying for a chance to be me. Because I exemplify greatness, and that kills you on the inside.

Graves didn't steal the match from you, bud. You stole the match away from yourself when you walked in to the second round and demanded that Graves put the team on his back. Because, you're too much of a no talent ass clown to actually put forth any effort.

Of course I think you're untalented, Peter! It's because you are! Your career speaks for itself? You're right, it does. It speaks of an ungrateful shit stain on society, and a plague here in the XWF. Your career is as worthless as you are. It's a shame, because at one point I respected you in this business. But, not any more. I've seen the real Peter Gilmour and needless to say, I'm unimpressed. I'm not on you're level because I passed that level months ago, Pete. While you have been sitting in a room, having illegal intercourse with your sister, and occasionally letting the dog join, I've been winning match after match. I wasn't even supposed to be in Lethal Lottery, I lost in the first round. But my talent is so great, that Vincent Lane NEEDED me when Reno chickened out at the last second. And guess what, pal? Ever since that moment I've been unstoppable! You're going to need more than Graves and a few poorly written catch phrases to get through me, muffin.

Nobody cares about what you did in that “other” fed. I honestly don't even know what that means, but it's probably all lies and propaganda, just like your “talent”. There is no way you were a good champion, dude. I've seen you wrestle something like 3 matches in the past few months. A good champion would get back up on the horse and give er' another go. But instead, you laid down, cried a little, and pretty much blamed the rest of the world for your mistakes. Well played, coward.

I can and will top what you've done. Honestly, without even winning a title, I've already topped what you've done in the XWF. That's how little your accomplishments mean to anyone other than yourself and Sister Mom. While y'all sit around your trailer and watch reruns of Sanford & Son on your 12 inch black and white TV, I've been putting in my time. I've been earning my title shots, and I've been working my way up the ladder. When is the last time you did something of value? Didn't you recently just lose a match for a title? Ohhh, you really showed me what a real champion looks like, losing that match and all.

Idiot.

You're right, I did take Jim Caedus to his limits. And like I said, I lost. But, I'm ok with that, Peter. Because, Jim Caedus is twice the man you'll ever hope to be, and if I took him to his limits and almost won our matches, you will be no challenge whatsoever. The only place you and Graves will be standing is in the back of the arena watching Buronan and myself celebrating our victory, and awaiting the drawing for the next round of teams.

You've already lost the war, son.

Do yourself a favor, stay home. Save yourself the embarrassment of being beaten by a rookie like myself, and do Graves a solid as well. It's a shame that you are more useful to Graves not showing up at all, than you are being on the apron.

Let's face it, fellas, I'm the hero in the face of adversity and the XWF needs me now, more than ever.

See you soon, Peter.

Oh, and Gravy:

Sorry for all the bad things I said, I love you, kitten.

Don't ever forget that..

XOXO – Hearts – One Love.

The scene fades as Cadryn and Buronan go racing full speed down the hill en route to Michael Graves house.

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