The scene opens inside of a dark, adobe home, with Juan Madison wearing a neck brace and the King of the XWF crown. Juan quickly realizes that the camera is on and removes the neck brace and crown.


Juan: "Hola! Don't mind me, I was just testing out this XWF King's crown that I had custom made. It's the one that I want to wear whenever I am king. You can purchase these crowns online, you know.


So I'm lounging in my adobe hut when Steve Sayors comes out here in his production van and delivers to me a blu-ray disk. The disk contained a bunch of XWF promos that I had to watch. My first thought is, "do I really want to watch and listen to Peter Gilmour in high definition? Is this a new form of torture where you force people to watch Peter Gilmour promos and it sounds as though you're actually right there in the room with him?" So as you can imagine, I was pretty skeptical at first. But then Steve told me that he wanted to get my comments on Peter's comments.


Naturally I feel obligated to respond, especially when there is a particular fat man making mendacious comments about me.


First off, Peter repeats a mistake from his past failures by saying he's not concerned about more 'newbies' entering the Brooklyn Rumble.


Umm, Peter, you've been struggling against newbies forever, amigo. Newbies like Heironeous and Mystica. In fact, newbies have a habit of walking right in and beating you without much of a hassle. Chris Macbeth ring any bells? I'm sure I could dig up more but that would require too much effort. Effort which, quite frankly, you aren't worthy of.


After overlooking all of the rookies in the match, Peter has this wild idea that it would somehow be him and Mr. Satellite in the final two. See, this is where Peter always fucks up, amigos. He skips over too many details which pertain to him and focuses on something that's way out of his reach. This fat muchacho skips over someone like Mr. Radio and goes straight to Mr. Satellite even though there's a 99.9% chance that Mr. Radio is the one who tosses his pudgy ass over the top rope.


Amigo, take your eyes off of the final two and John Madison and focus on the other competitors in the match. You're not in the final two yet!

Quote:and watch as the fans chant my name as I go on to fight for the King of the XWF crown and finally shut the mouth of that insolent prick named John Madison.. or is it JUAN Madison?

There you go again, amigo.

A) You're getting too far ahead of yourself.

And

B) You're allowing yourself to be distracted by this crazy theory that I am John Madison.


Why are you so obsessed, homes? If you're so convinced that I am John Madison, then shouldn't this Brooklyn Rumble be the greatest night of your life? And why are you talking about gimmicks again, chico? I asked you in my previous promo what the deal was with that John Cena stuff and you don't seem to have an answer. You just regurgitated the same shit without providing an explanation.


And you talk about how you're using my promos to put yourself to sleep after these 'intense workouts,' that you have.

Quote:Peter Gilmour: Your promo but me right to sleep and boy did I need it after the intense workouts I've been doing getting ready for this match and my match against another jackass named Luca Arzegotti.

See there, you're fucking up again, amigo. You're allowing Juan Madison to distract you from an important match with Luca Arzegotti. If I were in your shoes, I would be training my ass off instead of sleeping all day. I would not allow ANYONE to put me to sleep. Evidently, those workouts aren't intense enough, hombre. But truthfully, it doesn't surprise me that my promos put you to sleep, Peter, and I'll tell you why.


You see, any time that someone hits Peter Gilmour with a little bit of truth, the guy just shuts down. It's like a defense mechanism for Peter. Every time someone tells him that he's fat or that he's going to fail again, he tries to avoid these truths by binge eating or by going to sleep (or both). And it's sad, really, because it's hurting his career. Peter, look at where you're at right now. You just missed out on your SECOND title opportunity since June. You're moving further and further away from championship gold, and closer to a lifetime of diabetes. It's time for Peter to quit avoiding his problems and to face them.


Are you ready to face your problems, Peter?

Quote:Peter Gilmour: You're a crappy king and an even worse actor. I mentioned in one of my promos how I broke your back after that fall from the skybox. And boy did I get you good when you said this..


Peter shows us footage of Juan Madison removing a neck brace in his last promo.

There you go again, Pete. You're focusing too hard on the details that don't matter. But if you must know, I happened to hurt my neck last week during training. You see, my training partner, Juventud Guerrera loves to train while on PCP and he gave me this sick neck breaker which caused me a great deal of pain the next day. If you ask me, Juvy needs to lay off the PCP during our training sessions.


So that's why I had the neck brace on, Peter. Yet, for some reason you automatically jump to the conclusion that I must be John Madison since John Madison was delivered by you through the steel ramp after a twenty foot drop from the sky box.


Peter, I'd like to know where you get your facts from because last time I checked, we didn't even know the extent of John Madison's injuries. Although, I'm sure Luca Arzegotti will release a statement in the coming days in regards to our king's condition. Nice try, Pete, but journalism and detective work is not your thing. Big surprise, huh?

Quote:Peter Gilmour: John Madison is JUAN MADISON...

But Juan, John, it doesn't matter who you are, I'm coming for you personally BITCH! You see I know who you really are under that mask and that is a COWARD!

...You fear me, you fear Duke and Griffin

Now here is where Peter makes yet another mistake in his promo.


Peter Gilmour, you're convinced that I am John Madison, right?


Of course you are. So since you think that I am John Madison, and since I have elected to participate in the Brooklyn Rumble, then why do you still believe that I am a coward?


If you truly believe that I am John Madison, then your claim that 'John Madison is a coward and is afraid of The Brotherhood' doesn't hold merit if I am participating in an OPEN battle royal.


So if you're so passionate about this claim that Juan Madison is John Madison then why do you continue to accuse John Madison of being a coward? Wouldn't a coward choose to not participate in said battle royal, especially after being tossed off of a fuckin' sky box? Furthermore, where are Duke and Griffin if The Brotherhood collectively agrees that the man under this mask is John Madison? Wouldn't this be the perfect opportunity for them to get their hands of him?


Better yet, wouldn't this be the perfect opportunity to win a match and move on to face him on August 19? Yet, these two boneheads are no where to be found. The same thing can be said about your other buddies Sid Feder, Mistery Mystery, and Unknown Soldier. Where are they at, Pete?


They're hiding, Peter. They can't fathom the idea of a man who they believe is John Madison beating them in a battle royal, and they cannot fathom the idea of facing King Madison on August 19. So they sent you. They sent you to fail on their behalf so that they don't have to do it themselves. You come out here and call me a coward, yet you don't even realize that you're in the presence of cowards every time you hop in the back of Duke's pickup truck. When it's all said and done, their excuse will be that they wanted to let you have the spotlight, Peter. Kind of like how Giovanni Ferrari wanted you to have the spotlight when he gave you the number ten spot in the gauntlet. How did that turn out, Peter? How are your balls feeling after feeling the effects of that cattle prod?


How do you feel about being left out in the ring to be picked apart by The Black Circle and The Congregation? I'm asking you this because on Madness it will be the exact same scenario. You'll be left in the ring alone by all your friends and you'll have to answer to Juan Madison all on your own.


What then, Peter? What happens after you lose the match that you believe contains John Madison?


Better yet-- what happens when the man who you believe is John Madison wins a battle royal to face John Madison?


Hmm, maybe Paul Heyman should have let Luca compete in this one after all.


Your move, Heyman.