*Gator sits at a laptop, Todd films him*

“... Why are you always filming me?”

T: “Because it’s what you pay me for.”

“You don’t have to do it every second of every day. I’m on facebook here, a little privacy would be nice.”

*Todd leans in a little closer*

T: “You’re stalking that Vince Wilson guy!”

”I’m just waiting for an opening. The minute he says he’s in Starbucks I twat him.”

T: “Twat him?”

“Beat him up. English thing.”

T: “Ah, so who is this guy?”

“Assistant store manager at Walmart, single, 21 years old. Major douchebag. Look at this status update! ... Going for some za’ with the bros and watching the game, rock on bitches! Not to mention all of this desperate sensitive dude bullshit.”

*Gator shows the screen to the camera*


“I want to kill this fucker on this picture alone!”

T: “It is pretty lame.”

“Fuck yeah it is... He’s at work. Come on let’s go find this piece of shit.”

T: “Gator you sure about this?”

*Gator thinks for a moment*

“... Considering this training Todd. I’ll even let you piledrive him!”

T: “That sounded gay.”

“Nonsense. GO!”

*Gator stands up and walks past Todd who follows behind him. The footage fades to black*




*Gator sits in a dimly lit room, directly in front of the camera. He is looking down, the sound of metal scratch is heard as Gator plays with something in his hands not in view of the camera*

“Mazzy, back at this again aren’t we.”

*Gator looks up, the sound continues*

“It’s funny really, I need to thank you. If it wasn’t for you I would have never gotten out of that slump I had 2 losses in a row made me feel like absolute dog shit. I can’t even fathom to imagine how you must feel. What was it? A 9 or 10 loss losing streak? Fuck man, didn’t that start with Mark Flynn? Then I carried it on as well as many, many others.”

“Do you remember what you said to me when we had our first match? You brought up you, Flynn and me. You asked the question who doesn’t belong. Looks like we found the answer, you were the X-Treme Champion and you lost it quicker than you gained it. You lost the belt to Swagmire and I felt bad for you, but I was happy. You see, me and Swagmire had a match planned for the Saturday. I won that match and Swagmire knew I was going to win that match, so what did he do? He dropped the belt to a fucking kid. He dropped the belt so I wouldn’t take it from him. That fucking asshole.”

“Remember what happened next? The boss made Swagmire pay, literally. And you got that belt back, didn’t you cry? I could have sworn you cried when you got that belt back, maybe I’m wrong. So, what the fuck happened next. Oh, right. That classic losing streak of yours bit you in the ass and you lost the belt to fucking Bobby! Bobby!!! The guy who can barely speak Engrish, the guy who looks like some WCW reject. And yet again, I lost another chance to win the X-Treme belt. If you could just keep a hold of that belt I would have taken it off you and been a double champ, AND you had another chance to get back the X-Treme belt and fuck it up again! Why won’t anyone let me follow my dreams?”

“Well, saying that. I was a double champ for a little while when I held both the TV title and the HMW belt. But who gives a fuck about that belt. It was just like adding a cheese slice to a burger, makes it better but on its own its nothing. But I’ve been denied the X-Treme belt too many times, maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. I’ve got a better looking belt anyway. A belt that you want to take away from me, but I won’t let you. I straight up refuse.”

*Gator looks back at his hands*

“I’m going to be real with you here Mazzy. You and I, we’re friends right? We have a mutual respect for one another. But in that ring, there are no friends. Don’t expect me to pull any punches, you try and take my title from me I will make you fucking suffer.”

*Gator slowly raises his head*

“I’ve been in a weird place in my life right now; I keep slipping in between these bouts of seriousness and my usual wacky self. It’s unusual. Maybe I’m finally starting to take things a bit more seriously, I don’t like it. Fuck, tomorrow maybe I’ll be fine. I’ve been pretty bored so I’m currently in the process of tracking down my current girlfriend’s ex-boyfriends to kick the shit out of them, this Vince guy right now. The only reason I’m doing this is because I’m so fucking bored lately, I’ve been doing a lot of stuff to keep myself entertained; I even took a page from your book.”

*Gator raises his hand and in between his fingers is a bullet with something carved into it, Gator turns the bullet around between his finger tips and holds it closer to the camera*

“You see this Mazzy? This right here is a bullet with your name on it.”

*The bullet quite clearly reads Mastermind in small scratches. Gator lifts his other hand showing a large knife, he places it on the table in front of him and looks at the bullet*

“You get it? Kind of a literal meaning to a title shot. A small but powerful message to you. You have the balls to try and take my belt away from me, I will fucking end you.”

“Let the madness commence.”

*Gator gets to his feet and reaches over the camera. The footage quickly cuts to black*