09-03-2014, 06:24 PM
“Well... This is a pickle.”
*Gator says kneeling down with his arms tied behind his back. Two North Korean soldiers pointing assault rifles at his head. The camera lying on the floor facing him*
Soldier: “당신은 누구인가 ?”
“I don’t speak Korean bro. Any of you guys know Engrish?”
*Todd sobs behind the camera as an unarmed officer slowly steps in front of Gator*
“Who are you?”
“My friends and fans call me Gator. You can call me sunshine.”
*The officer slaps Gator across the face. His head turns from the force but he makes no noise and turns to the officer*
“Come on man. I wear a red mask; that basically means I’m a commie just like you.”
“Why are you here?”
“I could ask you the same question. This is South Korea man. You guys are supposed to be north of the wall. I’m gonna take a stab in the dark and guess you guys don’t watch Game of Thrones. Do you even have HBO?”
“Shut up!”
*One of the soldiers throws the butt of his rifle into Gator’s head*
“OW! ... I’ll take that as a no. You’re missing out. You guys would love Joffrey.”
“Enough!”
*The unarmed soldier walks towards Todd. His well polished boots close to the lens*
“Who, are you?”
T: “My name’s Todd Moschitti! I’m a cameraman for XWF!”
“Why are you here?”
“What is the airspeed velocity of a swallow?”
*Gator gets another rifle butt to the head and he produces a pained growl*
T: “We’re here for a XWF event! Gator was the ref, I was recording footage!”
“What are in these bags?”
T: “Clothes, camera equipment, two belts.”
“You keep away from my belts!”
“Silence! ... What is XWF?”
T: “It’s a wrestling federation. We had a show here tonight.”
“... Like J-Pro?”
T: “Yes!” “Yes!”
“Wait. You guys aren’t part of the kWo are you?”
“We are. How did you know?”
“Holy shit. I was in J-Pro! You guys know my dad right? Eddie Woods?”
“... You’re Jacob Woods!?”
“YES!”
*The officer laughs as he turns on his heels*
“이 에디 의 아들 입니다!”
*The two soldiers laugh too, lowering their weapons. Gator laughs too so he doesn’t feel left out. The laughter dies down but smiles remain on all their faces as one of the soldiers unties Gator and helps him to his feet*
“How did you not know it was me?”
“You’re mask is red and black now instead of white and black.”
“I never had a black and white mask.”
“Really? It was black and white on the posters.”
*A soldier walks behind Todd and cuts him free. He picks up the camera and gets to his feet*
“They still have posters of me? Sweet. Wait. Was everything else in the poster black and white?”
"Yes!"
"..."
“Oh, right. Of course, apologies Jacob, we did not know it was you. Your father would have killed us if we killed you haha!”
“Yeah, real funny. So how is my dad?”
“Undisputed champion and the muscle of the kWo.”
“Really? I though he hated you guys.”
“He did, but not anymore. Would you like to go see him?”
*Gator seems taken back, he hesitates*
“My dad’s here? ... Erm. Yeah, I haven’t seen him in a while.”
“I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you.”
*The camera fades to black*
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*Moments after the end of Warfare*
*Gator is in a locker room changing out of the referee shirt. Todd sits in front of him*
“Well that was anti-climatic.”
T: “Really?”
“... Well. It wasn’t as fun as I thought it was going to be.”
T: “So are we going straight back to the US?”
“Yup, got a big match Monday; which is shaping up to be my favourite match here so far. We got my buddy Loverboy, 2 thirds of the Trio Champs, we got LH Harrison, who despite being in a bit of a losing streak lately keeps showing a lot of fucking potential. And last but not least, Luca Azregotti... Fuck, I’m happy I get to fight him.”
*Gator slips on a Queens of the Stone Age t-shirt and places his TV and HMW belts into an overnight bag at his feet*
"Luca was one of the big guns round here, and to boot he was a big fan of mine! Even copied my mask design for a while."
T: "You're kidding. He was in the XWF before you stepped foot in here."
"But I wore this mask for four years in J-Pro. He must of seen me and copied my mask, hoping no one would ever know. Sneaky fuck."
T: "Is your TV title on the line for the match?"
"Unfortunately, no. I wanted a title defense this week, but I'm getting an awesome match in return, so it's cool. Also, if I keep a hold of the Heavy Metal belt, that's gonna be up for grabs due to it being 24/7. So, I may get my title defense after all."
T: "Why do you want to defend your belt so bad?"
"To prove myself. I'm not gonna sit on my hands like some past champs."
T: "If I had a belt I'd never want to put it on the line in case I lost it."
"And that's the biggest difference between me and you. If I can't defend the belt, I don't deserve the belt."
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"You don't deserve those belts!"
*Gator stands with his back to the camera. His father, Eddie Woods sat on a corner couch with two beautiful Asian women around his arms. Eddie is a huge man, a white and red mask, and a expensive black suit. His grey shirt open halfway underneath his blazer, exposing his large chest and the gold draped around his neck. The J-Pro Undisputed championship around his waist, barely visible under blazer*
"Excuse me?"
"Did I stutter boy? I said you don't deserve them!"
*His voice bellows as Gator clenches his fist*
"That Television title! You joined forces in a triple threat match that was interrupted by some Gothic fags! You got lucky and managed to pin David Stevens!"
"Socrates is one of my best friends! We didn't want to fight each other!"
"HA! Friends? There are no friends in this business! Only enemies who don't want you dead just yet. And that other worthless belt."
"The Heavy Metal Weight belt? I know it's not the most renowned title but it's still a title none the less. I'm a double champ here dad! How about a fucking congratulations!"
"CHAMPION!?"
*Eddie pushes the women aside and stands tall. Showing just how massive he actually is compared to the rest of the room*
"You have not earned the right to call yourself a champion. A champion works hard!"
"I do!"
"A champion earns the respect of his peers!"
"I have!"
"A champion does anything he has to do to win!"
"... I will."
"Really? You left the Greek without a scratch. What will you do with your friend the Lover boy?"
*Gator stays silent*
"That's what I thought. You've changed my lad."
"For the better. I was an insufferable asshole before my match with Griffin MacAlister, now I know. J-Pro was a fucking cakewalk compared to what I'm dealing with now!"
"It was a cakewalk because I paved the way for you! I struck fear into the hearts of men for you! And you quit. But look at you now, a double belt holder, refereeing a match with some dyke!"
"Don't say that word, you know I hate that word."
"What word? Dyke?"
"Shut the fuck up right now."
*Eddie looks at Gator as he places a lit cigar into his mouth. He laughs, spurting out the dense smoke*
"Or what? You finally going to knock down your old man? Doubtful."
"You know what pisses me off the most about this delightful father, son bonding. I haven't cracked a joke in 4 minutes. Pretty sure that's a record for me. Hey dad, what happens when you give a lawyer viagra?"
"You've always been a joke. You need to take things more seriously, or else you're going to lose everything."
"He gets taller!"
"You proud of yourself?"
"Well someone in this family should be."
"Come back to J-Pro. You don't belong in that shitty fed, it's rotting your brain."
"It's better than being brainwashed by the Korean knock off version of the nWo."
"They made me a God!"
"But what is a God to a non believer."
"Still a God. The fool who doesn't believe is in for a surprise is all."
"I'm a partner of someone with more money and power than the kWo anyway. Ozymandias."
"Sounds like some prescription drug like..."
"Glyceryl trinitrate?"
"Yeah like whatever that is. Still a junkie I see."
"I have anxiety."
"Haha. Sure you do."
*Eddie sits back down with the ladies*
"Get out of my sight. I'm sick of looking at a failure."
"Me too. Tell mum I said hi."
*Eddie adjusts himself in the seat looking pissed off as Gator turns walking past Todd. He nods at the camera and Todd follows through the short hallway and the large open doors. Gator lights a cigarette and rubs his eyes*
T: "You okay?"
"I feel tired. Hand me my pills would you."
*Todd points the camera down to the large bag around him. He reaches into one of many pockets and hands Gator a clear orange bottle of pills. Gator twists open the cap and lifts his mask a little and throws one of the pills into his mouth. He gulps it down as he adjusts his mask back to normal*
"I hate Korea. I want to get out of here now."
T: "Sure thing man."
*The pair walk down the long desolate street*
T: "Anything you want to do before we go?"
"Smoke."
T: "And after that?"
"Get the next flight to LA. I'm going to work my ass off for this fucking match."