*Gator walks into a karaoke bar; Todd follows behind him with the camera over his shoulder, facing Gator’s back. Gator scans the bar and walks over to a table with a waving Scarlett*
SCARLETT: “Hey!”
*Scarlett embraces Gator with a tight hug and releases looking at Todd*
SCARLETT: “You brought Todd! Great..”
“I tried to get rid of him.”
T: “Yeah Gator forgot to tell me we were going out tonight, he even forgot to let me in the car haha!”
“He chased me for 3 blocks before I felt bad.”
SCARLETT: “It’s fine. It’s nice to meet you Todd.”
T: “You too, Gator’s told me a lot about you.”
SCARLETT: “He has?”
“I have?”
T: “Well, not a lot but he likes you.”
SCARLETT: “Aw, that’s sweet.”
“Whatever. Why are we at a karaoke bar?”
SCARLETT: “I dunno. Just felt like going here and who doesn’t love karaoke?”
“No one likes karaoke apart from drunk Japanese guys.”
T: “And sober Canadians!”
“Yeah Todd, you go pick a song. I need to talk to Scarlett.”
T: “Be ready to get your minds blown!”
*Todd sets the camera down on the bar and walks over to the guy with the music books*
“Okay so, what do you know about D’Ville?”
SCARLETT: “I know he is not a professional.”
“Really how?”
SCARLETT: “He gets stuff wrong fairly often. He’s definitely trained but not professional.”
“That’s all?”
SCARLETT: “I’ll try and dig more stuff up on him, just give me time.”
*Todd gets up on stage and begins to sing Toto’s Hold The Line. Badly*
“Todd sucks.”
SCARLETT: “Can you do any better?”
“Yes. But I’m not going on stage.”
SCARLETT: “Why? You chicken?”
“Do I look like Dr. Zero?”
*Scarlett begins to make chicken noises*
“.... Fine!”
*Gator stands up and walks to Scarlett and lifts his mask up a little to give Scarlett a quick kiss. He adjusts his mask back to normal and walks to the stage and pushes Todd away from the mic with cheers from the crowd*
“You’re welcome! ... I don’t know what to sing.”
T: “Sing about wrestling!”
*The crowd chants ‘wrestling song!’*
“.... I’m not singing Piledriver by Koko B. Ware.”
T: “The Devil Went Down To Georgia! But with D’Ville instead!”
“... I can do that. Okay, hit it Jose!”
“D’Ville went down to Denver he was looking for a belt to steal.”
“He was in a bind cuz he was way behind, and was looking for a mind to heal.”
“When he came across a young man strumming a uke and playing it hot.”
“So D’Ville jumped up on a hickory stump and said Friend let me tell you what!”
“I guess you didn’t realise but I’m a professional wrestler too”
“If you care to make a dare, I’ll take that gold from you.”
“Now you’re damn good champ son but give the D’Ville his due”
“I bet your ass in a wrestling match, I’ll take that belt from you.”
“The man said my name’s Gator and it might be a sin”
“But I’ll take that bet, but you’re gonna regret because I’m the best there’s ever been!”
“Gator rise up your fist and knock that man out cold”
“Cuz hells broke loose in Denver and D’Ville’s mighty bold.”
“And if you win the TV title you can hold.”
“But if you lose D’Ville gets your gold.”
*Short instrumental break*
“D’Ville cracked his neck and said I’ll start the show.”
“And fire flew from his fingertips as he struck a mighty blow.”
“And he grabbed Gator by neck and made an evil hiss.”
“And Sigmund Froid tagged himself in and sounded something like this!”
*Pretty good instrumental break*
“When D’ville hit his finisher, Gator said pretty good ol’ son.”
“But bet you didn’t expect this steel chair, let me show you how it’s done.”
“Steel chair to the ribs. Run, boy, run.”
“D’Ville’s in Gator’s house, oh shit son.”
“Snapback crack your back, now we’re picking up dough.”
“Disaster Drop from nowhere total K.O.”
*Even better instrumental break*
“D’Ville bowed his head because he knew that he’d been beat.”
“And he backed away from the gold laid by Gator’s feet.”
“Gator said don’t come back because I’ll kick your ass again,”
“I told you once you son of a bitch I’M THE BEST THAT’S EVER BEEN!”
“Steel chair to the ribs. Run, boy, run.”
“D’Ville’s in Gator’s house, oh shit son.”
“Snapback crack your back, now we’re picking up dough.”
“Disaster Drop from nowhere total K.O.”
*The crowd claps as Gator goes back to the table with Scarlett and Todd*
SCARLETT: “No way you thought that up off the top of your head.”
“Gotta be ready for anything.”
SCARLETT: “You did good.”
“Thanks. Now back to D’Ville, looks like you have a stalker Todd.”
T: “Yeah, a new fan I guess haha.”
“Well, why don’t you talk to him about what he said?”
T: “Okay. D’Ville me and Gator are friends now. We didn’t used to be and we give each other shit, but that’s what friends do. There’s nothing else to it really.”
“D’Ville needs to get his facts straight before jumping to conclusions. Watching from afar and making opinions is not what therapists do, trust me. I know a therapist called Henry, he has his own business in Arizona and he actually helped me out. You said something about me being an undercard in J-Pro? Do your research you moronic jizz rag. I was one of the top dogs in J-Pro, and I did it without my father’s help, I thought I explained this.”
“Also, raising your voice to someone you want to help, the fuck is wrong with you? Never show anger in front of a potential patient. Always keep cool and calm or you run the risk of exposing what you really are. A fraud, maybe we should start calling you Sigmund Fraud. Has a certain ring to it don’t you think.”
“If this is what I can expect for the rest of the week, I have serious concerns about the XWF letting your wrinkled ass into this place. I try to be entertaining while you re-hash old Fraiser episodes. Like I’ve said before, hit me with your best shot, because right now. I am seeing nothing that impresses me. Just some fuck who has no idea what he’s walking into.”
“Now, I’m going to enjoy my night out but Monday, I promise, I will tear you limb from limb.”
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