From the mouth of John Madison

"Whore" by In This Moment plays as Peter Gilmour speeds down the freeway, swerving, and hitting every bump that he comes across. Here I am, locked in the trunk of his Mercedes, with his fucking girlfriend's voice blaring through the speakers behind me. She's probably given me a ruptured eardrum by now. I'm a bit cramped back here. I'm laying on top of three suitcases and I have Peter "toys" nearly jammed up my ass. By toys, I mean the barbed wire bat and cheese grater that he likes to use to assault people. But if you must, then go ahead and twist that remark into whatever perverted idea you'd like. Besides, we all know Peter has said things that were ten times gayer than that.

I can barely think back here. He just keeps playing that same song over and over. I'm getting so sick of having this woman screaming in my ear. Fuck, Peter, give it a rest already!

It can't be much further to LAX.

Finally, they move onto the next track. In that short gap of silence, I can hear Dimallisher making wisecracks about all the "nasty things" he would do to Maria Brink. "Ok, as long as it's not MY Maria Brink," Peter says in response. Oh, Peter.

I gotta get my mind off these razor sharp barbs that are digging into my thigh. I begin to think ahead of what's to come, but I also think back to what all has transpired in this seemingly short week.

That phone call from Dimallisher where he pretended to abduct himself.

My League of Legends account being taken hostage by that same asshole.

This whole operation that me and Peter orchestrated, that resulted in me getting conned out of $600,000, Transformers 2, and an autographed picture of Luca Arzegotti... by that same asshole!

Fucking Dimallisher... Who does he think he is, running that little test of his on me and Peter, trying to test our devotion to the team? It's almost like he's taking on a leadership role or something. Shit. Usually I'm the one who had to keep the ship afloat, but now I seem to have been tossed overboard and replaced at the wheel by this mongoloid.

Hmm. I'm thinking about it and...

Suddenly, I don't feel as betrayed.

What if... what if this is my way out?

Maybe the time is coming up when Dimallisher is ready to push me out of the cabin and take control over the battleship.

Perhaps Peter and Dimallisher will begin to open up to the idea of a tag team without John Madison as their trusted manager. Maybe I won't have to deal with this shit anymore, and the joke can just play out with me watching from afar.

Imagine that. Me watching from a hill overlooking the village being burned down by the village idiots. A fucking 24 hour circus, created by me, for my own amusement. It is possible that I could infuse these two morons with so much power and confidence that they manage to run this mockery without me. Soon. For now, I can't run the risk of leaving them by themselves in the control room with all those buttons and switches in front of them. Still, I could start preparing them for a future where they can run amok without the great John Madison.

The challenges, threats, and promos will continue to pour in as they always do.

They'll bring up Peter's nasty losing streak like they always do.

Peter lost to Lucena.

Peter lost to the Unknown Soldier.

Peter lost to Fatback.

Peter lost to Scorpio.

And so on...

And yet, he shall go onto be known as the most indestructible tag team wrestler of all time. Of course, by all accounts, he shouldn't be put into that position. But thanks to me (ME! ME! ME) there will always be a spot for Peter Gilmour at the top of the mountain.

Let's be honest with each other. After these next two title defenses, I'm done with managing #1 and #2 for the time being. I'll be back to giving the fans the best match officiating they've ever seen. I'll prove that I'm not only the greatest wrestler, and greatest manager of all time; but also the greatest referee.

I do all of this because only I can. You stick Peter Gilmour with anyone else as his manager and I guarantee you that they won't get the same results out of him that I have. I call this accomplishment of mine "The Peter Gilmour Challenge."

Come on, is there anyone around today who would be willing to take on The Peter Gilmour Challenge?

It's funny because all we hear about is how Peter is afraid to accept a worthy challenge.

But if I propose to you people a challenge of my own; a challenge in which YOU have to lead a tag team of one and a half Peter Gilmours to the top of the federation, I bet that every single one of you would duck that in a heartbeat.

Because deep down, you're all just as gutless as the Hollywood Bad Boy.

You see, it's easy to take away a cripple's wheel chair and make fun of him for not being able to walk. But what about taking that same disabled person and giving him the ability to outrun all of those bullies who used to tease him?

Does it take John Madison to get the out of the chair and running?

Maybe it takes the entire Black Circle?

Whatever the case may be, it's going to happen.

The will walk. Peter Gilmour will successfully defend his Tag Team Title at the request of the XWF locker room. Not because he can but because John Madison will force him to!

John Madison and The Black Circle will find a way to push him across the finish line.

And then after my work is done, you will all go back to the same, tired routine. You'll go back to yelling at Peter and making up all these excuses for why you can't take his titles away.

"You only won because of The Black Circle. You're being carried!"

That one's my favorite because these idiots don't know it, but when they say that, they are praising John Madison and declaring their inferiority to him, every single time. I pat myself on the back every time I'm mentioned as the reason for why Peter Gilmour reigns supreme in this company.

It will happen again too. Because CLEARLY, Dimallisher and Peter Gilmour are outmatched by Mark Flynn alone. But then you factor in John Madison; a man who takes that lonely spot on the outside corner of the ring and turns it into a impenetrable citadel. When John Madison is in your corner, you have the ultimate protection, it doesn't matter who you are. Nobody touches Mr. Gilmour's gold as long as my walls surround it.

And sure, Mark and Mr. WGWeff could go on and defeat Peter Gilmour and Dimallisher in singles competition. In fact, I ENCOURAGE them too! Sure, why not? After this is all said and done, I hope that Mark Flynn and Mr. WG go onto challenging Dimallisher and Peter Gilmour to singles competition. That way they can prove that they're better than those two, and that John Madison is responsible for Dimallisher and Peter's victory.

Plain and simple: Peter will lose many, many matches in his career. The only singles title he'll ever see is the X-Treme Title. But when it comes to these Tag Titles, the man cannot lose as long as John Madison is right beside him.

Big shocker here: Peter will also say stupid shit on a weekly basis. Sometimes you'll think he's gay, , or both. Hell, the only thing I know about his promos this week is that he said the word ten times. It doesn't matter though. Peter can go on camera and chew on his toes for two hours, it won't make a difference as long as John Madison is in his corner.

Like I said before though. Once these next two weeks are over, you'll all go back to doing the same thing with Peter. You'll continue to challenge him and he'll run like a bitch because the guy doesn't have an ounce of honor in his body. But if you're lucky enough to get a tag title match with him, then you'll lose, sadly. Why? Not because Peter Gilmour is a gifted athlete, but because: John Madison.

I'll be there on Wednesday. Not like I have a choice in the matter. Look at me, I'm locked in the dark, sweating my ass off.

Fuck! Now there's a bright light beaming in.

The trunk has opened and now I'm being dragged out by Dimallisher and those fucking mitts of his.

Next stop Honolulu...

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