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Scissors Beats Paper
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The Walking Disaster



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08-24-2014, 07:02 AM


*The camera rests on the counter of some dive bar in Phoenix. It faces Gator, Todd and Dr. Hernandez, drinking beer and watching the large TV across from them. The three men are silent, Hernandez sets his mug down and looks at the two men with a raised eyebrow*

“So.”

*Gator and Todd look at him as he begins to speak*

“You drinking at some filthy bar, watching basketball is considered a medical crisis now.”

“You’re drinking too.”

“You offered me a drink. I accepted. I feel that if I’m the least bit tipsy, you’ll be less irritable to me.”

”Stop talking about me like I’m a fucking rash.”

“You are a rash. One that cannot be soothed by medicinal cream.”

“Fuck you, Henry! I buy you a beer and you’re still going to act like an ass with me?”

*Todd looks at each man as they speak, not knowing what to say or do*

“It is what you deserve.”

“Christ dude! Go watch Frozen and let it go! It was over two years ago man!”

“Do you really expect me to just forget how foolish you made me look?”

“Well... Yeah.”

“Pinchazo.”

“Will you stop switching to beaner mode when you swear!”

“The fuck did you just say?”

“There we go! An English curse word. Well done Henry, your remedial English lessons are coming along just grand!”

“I’m going to fucking kill you!”

“Bring it on porno-stache!”

*Hernandez and Gator lean over Todd to grab at each other. Todd gets in the middle of them and tries to separate the pair, but he is too weak to push them apart*

T: “HEY!”

*Todd shouts, silencing the bar and the fighting men*

T: “Enough! I’m sick and tired of you two brawling all the time! I thought we were over all of this childish bullshit!”

*The pair are silent. Gator throws Hernandez’s hand away from him and they both sit back down*

“Fuck Todd, no need to cause a scene.”

T: “Wha-“

“I must agree with Jacob-“
“Gator.”
“-There was no need for such an outburst. Have you ever been to anger management? It may help.”

T: “... I can’t believe you two. Have you always been like this?”

*Gator and Hernandez look at each other, thinking about their past*

“No.”

“We used to fight a lot more when we were friends.”

T: “Seriously?”

“Yeah. It’s just how we were. Hey Henry, remember that time in Osaka on a night out, we got drunk and went to that sake bar and met those business men?”

“It’s fuzzy, I remember we were unbelievably racist though.”

“Yeah, that was kinda fucked up. Those Japanese dudes though it was funny. ‘OH Herro mister biiiig Japonese bis-uh-niss man!”

“Do roo rike the ray I dance-ooh?”

*The men burst into laughter. Todd looks awkward between the pair*

“Fuck, that was a fun night. Then fucking Harris Harlem walked in.”

“Yeah, what a tool.”

T: “Why? What he do?”

“He joined in on our drinking session with these Japanese guys, but took it a tad too far.”

“Just a tad? He tried to drown one of them in a cup of sake!”

“That was impressive though. Remember what happened next?”

“Leave Kemo Sabe alone! I almost pissed myself laughing when you screamed that. Then you threw Harlem off him and powerbombed him threw one of those little wooden tables.”

“Hahaha! Shit, those tables were hard as fuck too! I remember him saying the day after he wished we were at one of those restaurants were you eat sushi off of some naked chick. So I could have dropped him on top of a hot girl instead.”

“That was a fun night...”

“We should do it again sometime.”

“... Maybe.”

*Todd smiles, and the three men continue drinking*

“Can you tell me why you invited me here now?”

“It was Todd’s idea.”

T: “You two seemed like good friends. Was wondering if you could patch everything up.”

“It’s a nice thought Todd, but unfortunately. It won’t be so easy for me to forgive Gator.”

“I understand. Sorry by the way.”

“I accept your apology. I’m still pissed off, but I accept.”

*The game on the TV is switched to promotions and highlights of XWF Relentless*

T: “Hey Gator! You’re on TV.”

“I’m on TV every week Todd. It’s not a big deal anymore.”

“Nervous at all Gator?”

“Nah. Strangely calm. Scissors beats paper.”

T: “What?”
“Pardon?”

“Oh. Yeah, I did some more research on Steven. Not much more, but basically he’s a paper champion.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, he got the X-Treme belt some time ago, and held onto it for a while. But he barely defended it, he ducked out of some matches for the title, and in some other matches he didn’t put the title on the line. In one instance, he had a match with Morbid Angel. The title wasn’t on the line and Davids ended up losing, he was probably too scared of losing the belt and refused to put it up for grabs. By some miracle, he managed to cling onto the belt and earned himself a 24/7 briefcase.”

*Hernandez and Todd sit listening to Gator as he takes a short break to sip on his beer*

“When he received his shiny new briefcase, he vacated the X-Treme belt. Because he’s a pussy. Later on, he got the lazy, cheap pin on Tony Santos and won the Television title. He defended it once against Cain, an opponent Steve knew he could easily beat; paper champion. After that he got rather easily kidnapped by Enigma and The Brotherhood. He was released recently and now he’s walking into a match with me and Socrates. Honestly, I don’t think he wanted this match. He would have been happy never having to defend that title again, until one day he built up the courage to cash in that briefcase and win another title in a cheap way.”

*Gator continues to drink. Hernandez and Todd, seem surprised with Gator*

“That explains the paper part, but what about the scissors?”

“Steve is a paper champion, so he’s obviously paper. One of my trademark moves, and one of my favourite moves, is the Head Scissors. Making me scissors. Because I’m going to choke the life out of Davids with the Head Scissors.”

*Gator motions his hands while he talks* “Scissors beats Paper.”

“So, does that make Socrates rock?”

“No. Socrates is Greek. Loverboy rocks.”

*All three men share a look and laugh slightly*

“Ah, yes. Loverboy, the man who is two thirds of the Trio champs.”

“He deserves those titles.”

T: “He was pretty harsh on Zoey.”

“Let’s not get into another argument.”

“... There is one thing I’m a little worried about.”

T: “Heyman?”

“Bingo.”

“Why are you worried about Heyman?”

“He’s running the show tonight with John Madison. I don’t know much about Maddy so I don’t have an opinion on him yet. Paul on the other hand, always looks out for himself and his clients. If Davids looks like he’s going to lose, guess who’s going to show up, probably bringing some of his other clients.”

“You really think Paul would interfere in your match?”

“I wouldn’t put it passed him. It’s the main reason why Socrates and I have been double teaming Steve, we need every advantage we can get before Heyman pulls the rug from underneath us.”

“Wait. So, you and Socrates have been working together, kind of, so you can counter act whatever Heyman has planned? Even though there’s a large chance he won’t step in.”

“You have to be prepared for anything. And come on man, it’s Paul Heyman! He loves the sound of his own voice. Of course he’ll interrupt the match.”

“I must say Gator, you seem a little paranoid.”

“I think I have a good reason to feel this way.”

“You’re just jumping to conclusions. You need to live in the moment Gator, if the thought of Heyman interfering stays in your head you will be distracted in your match. You need to release it from your mind, before you’re looking over your shoulder for the rest of your life.”

“Ha. I really don’t think one thought in my head will make me like that.”

“You’ll be surprised. That thought is a seed, it will grow a tree of paranoia that you cannot chop down no matter how hard you try. Trust me, I’ve seen it before.”

“So, you’re saying just let down my guard and focus on Davids?”

“No. You watch Socrates’ back and in return he will watch your back. Focus on Davids and the pair of you watch out for one another until the time comes were you have to fight one another.”

“Right. Focus on the fight but keep an eye out, thanks Henry.”

“Sarcasm?”

“A tiny bit. But I still appreciate what you’re trying to say.”

*Gator finishes off his beer and pats Todd on the back*

“Well, we better shoot.”

*All three men stand*

“Thanks for the free session doc.”

*Hernandez smiles*

“Not completly free. That beer was five dollars. You can pay me the other 1195 at your earliest convenience.”

*Gator laughs and shakes Hernandez hand*

“Yeah, not going to happen buddy.”

“I would not expect anything else from you.”

*Hernandez shakes Todd’s hand. After the handshake, Todd grabs his camera from the counter and begins to walk out with Gator*

T: “Bye Doctor Hernandez.”

“See you dude.”

“Farewell gentlemen. Good luck tonight.”

*Todd and Gator walk outside onto the empty sidewalk, the hot sun beams down on them. Gator lights up a cigarette and walk to the car*

T: “Will you be alright driving?”

*Gator looks up from the driver’s side to Todd at the passenger’s door*

“I’ve had one beer you fucking moron! Of course I’m fine to drive.”

T: “Just making sure sorry.”

*The pair enter the Camaro. Gator turns the key and the engine rumbles*

“I can’t wait for tonight.”

T: “You think you’re going to win?”

“There’s a 50/50 chance of that. Either I win, or I lose. Right now, I don’t care. All I care about is beating Steve Davids to a bloody pulp and sending him back to his master in a body bag.”

*Gator presses his foot on the gas and the footage fades to black*

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