Sid walks up to Peter and puts his arm around his shoulder.

Hey Pete,

I was told you're someone I can consider a friend -- someone I can count on in a time of need -- someone who would do anything for me. You're my guy, Pete.

Peter Gilmour looks at Sid like he's crazy and gets ready to say something but--

My name's Sid Feder.

Gilmour pauses but then goes to speak again, except--

My name's Sid Feder.

Gilmour lets out a grunt of frustration and Sid, still with his arm around Gilmour's shoulder, executes a side russian leg sweep and rolls straight over into a pin on Gilmour. The side russian leg sweep did not knock out Peter and hardly even phased him at all on this shag carpeted floor. What year is this?

Gilmour yells: What the hell are you doing!

Just relax, man. It's all good and I'll tell you why -- all you have to do is lay there and let me keep pinning you until a ref shows up and then this title is mine. See, I'd have two titles

Gilmour remains pinned under Sid, seemingly waiting for Sid to get to the part that would sound good to Gilmour. It really sounded like Sid was starting to express another thought there but instead he just kind of stopped talking, still looking deep into the eyes of Peter Gilmour as their faces are only an inch apart with Sid on top.

Will Gilmour wait long enough to hear the rest or will he kick out?