09-04-2014, 09:20 PM
*Gator is sat in bright room; the curtains hang in the breeze rolling through the open glass doors that lead to a small patio overlooking the sands and sea. Gator relaxes smoking on a white couch, enjoying the sound of waves hitting the sand. Todd sits with the camera pointed at Gator, The TV and HMW titles slung over the couch cushion*
"Joan Rivers died. I would utter a plaintive cry for her if I actually cared."
T: "Little harsh."
"I think her final fuck you to the world would be cremation, so the plastic melts from her body and poisons the atmosphere."
T: "Dude!"
"Too soon?"
T: "A little."
*Gator laughs slightly and rests his head back with the cigarette in his mouth, smoke raising into the air as we hear Todd tapping away on his iPad*
"What to do, what to do. I need to talk about this match sooner or later."
T: "Well, why don't you."
*Gator lowers his head and taps ash into the ashtray*
"Because I don't want to fire the first shots. I don't know if you've noticed but everyone's been fairly chilled recently, the calm before the storm. I want to enjoy it while it lasts. LH is studying, training like a real wrestler should. Loverboy is ... Loveryboy. And Luca's playing CSI. It's fun, I'm enjoying this. But no one has really got down to brass tacks, a few throw away lines here and there, but no lethal venom behind them. Why should I be the one to do it?"
T: "Well, someones gotta do it."
"Exactly."
*Gator looks out at the ocean for a moment before turning back, inhaling the cigarette*
"Someone's gotta do it."
*His fingers rhythmically tap the wooden low table in front of him*
"It's funny. Luca basically hates everyone except for Harrison. Harrison teamed up with Loverboy once and said he likes Luca too. Vinnie likes me and LH and I like Vinnie and have appreciation towards LH. It's weird. No one in this match is really enemies, just guys who dislike one of the group. This isn't a match, it's Mean Girls! I don't have anything bad to say about Vinnie or LH, yet. If they want to step up, I'll go toe to toe with them. I like those two, but Luca. Now there is a guy who pisses me off. Some prick who says I stole his mask, when I had it for four years in J-Pro. That is just blind arrogance... Fuck it! I'm talking to Luca, Todd hand me that iPad."
*Gator sits forward and stamps out the cigarette into the ash tray. Todd gently throws the iPad to Gator who swipes and taps on the screen before looking at the camera*
"Luca, I fucking stole your mask? I will not stand for these allegations! I wore this mask for all of my career, before the XWF and before this whole Lazarus bullshit. And I know, I shouldn't bring up J-Pro because it doesn't matter here but neither do you anymore, neither do your past achievements. What matters is what you do now. You fucking come back after who the fuck cares how long and expect everyone to be happy to see you back? Saying the XWF needs you! We don't need you. We don't want you. No one does. If you couldn't tell from your crowd reactions already, no one cares about Luca Azregotti and they haven't for a long time. In your absence, nobody asked about you. Nobody prayed for your return. But you came back anyway to a wave of people saying, oh it's you, well, that's okay I guess."
"No, people said this. Eli James won the Universal Championship! That's fucking awesome! Three 'rookies' who barely looked each other in the eye before their match took down three of the best the XWF has to offer! That's fucking awesome! A 'rookie' took down the psycho sensation Steve Davids, won the TV championship and is already looking to be one of the greatest names in the XWF! That is fucking awesome! ... And where are you in all this? Nowhere. Sitting on your ass getting fat, the only muscles you were working out was the ones in your right arm from a very specific lubricated workout and no one cared."
*Gator takes a pause for a moment as he looks down at the iPad and taps the screen some more. He looks back at the camera*
"I have an iota of respect for you, for what you did and the people you beat. But now, that doesn't matter. You're a pussy, a very specific pussy."
*Gator lifts the iPad, facing the screen towards the camera and the youtube video plays*
"This 'pussy' is you. Leaving and coming back for that metaphorical bowl of cereal. Clawing at it. A title shot? No Luca no! Your relevance in the XWF? No Luca no! Trying to show off your past glories? No Luca no! Get the fuck away from my cereal you selfish cunt! You think you deserve that cereal? NO! Fuck you! Go back to your milk bowl you piece of shit! Saturday I'm going into a match with the current X-Treme champion and I'm going to take that belt from him. Hopefully, it's not over yet, and I'm not one who auto assumes victory. But, if I do win. You're going into the ring against a triple champion. For a week anyway, before I sadly have to relinquish one of those belts due to XWF rules and regulation... Assholes. But can you imagine it, there will be five championship belts going into that ring held by only half of the people contending."
*Gator puts the iPad on the table and sits back a little, getting himself comfortable*
"This is just a taster by the way, don't want to distract you from your whole 'Murder She Wrote' situation, but I really want to see some of that famous Luca trash talk. Some decent trash talk anyway. I hope you don't disappoint me."
*Gator gets up and walks towards the large open doors taking in the sight, his back to the camera*
“One day I’m going to die. I know this and I’ve accepted this. How am I going to die? I don’t know, frankly, I wanna leave it a surprise. But death is way in the future, what matters is what I do now. I want to make an impact, and I’m going to. My name will go down in XWF history, I’m a double champ right now and I will carry on being a champion throughout my entire life. My debut was a joke, a nothing match. But I won. My second match was the hardest I’ve fought and I lost, but every single person who watched me fight MacAlister knows that I put up one hell of a fight. My third match, a 6 man tag, a loss due to carrying deadweight.”
*Gator turns around and leans up against the door frame*
“This was when I doubted myself the most. I was on the verge of leaving the XWF, and that’s the truth. If I was a weaker man, I would have. But I’m not weak. I didn’t lie down and accept that I lost more than I’ve won, I said fuck it. I’m gonna work harder, and I did. Mastermind didn’t know what hit him in my fourth match here, I won and realised that all that hard work in my promos and that training made me ten times better than I was before. All that hard work didn’t go unnoticed. My fifth match, a triple threat for the TV title. Socrates, a good friend of mine earned his chance. Steve Davids wasn’t a pushover either. And then there was me. Handpicked by an anonymous general manager or managers, and what did I do? I fucking shocked the world when I got the 1, 2, 3. And I’ll do it again and again.”
*Gator comes closer to the camera and stands in the middle of the room, he goes to the couch and grabs his two titles, hanging them over his shoulder; he looks at the camera*
“I’m not saying I’m going to win, but I’m sure as hell not saying I’m going lose; and I promise I will not be pinned or tap out. This is one of those matches that come once in a life time. No gold on the line but something bigger, respect. Everyone in this match has something to prove, whether it’s showing you still got it, showing that this losing streak will run dry or showing why we deserve two titles. Now I’m sick of being all serious so I’m going to call this a rap. To apologise for the lack of humour in my rant, like all good artists I’ll end on a joke. A trucker is out on the road, and he sees a brothel, so he pulls in for a quick root before heading out again. Only problem is, he's a bit short on cash, and he mentions this to the Madame. She says that the further he gets down the hallway, the cheaper it gets. He walks about halfway down, opens the door and sees an attractive woman and asks how much she is. She replies that she costs $200. He keeps going. Gets about 3/4 of the way down, opens the door and asks the mildly attractive hooker what her rates are. $80. He keeps going. Decides to have a look in the last door, and sees a fuck ugly crone inside. His dick is in charge at the moment, so he asks her the price. She says ’ow much ye got?’, and he replies that he has $50. She says that's good enough, and tells him to jump on board. He starts fucking the bitch, when about halfway through he stops and says ‘I don't mean to be rude, but you're a bit dry. Is there something you can do?’ She says ‘sure thing luv’ and disappears into the bathroom. She comes out a few minutes later, and they get back into it. He's thinking to himself fuck yeah, this is heaps better. She's really wet!, so he asks her what she did to fix the dryness, and she replies ‘I picked the scabs.’”
*Gator chuckles as he walks to the side, away from Todd groaning in disgust. The footage fades to black*
"Joan Rivers died. I would utter a plaintive cry for her if I actually cared."
T: "Little harsh."
"I think her final fuck you to the world would be cremation, so the plastic melts from her body and poisons the atmosphere."
T: "Dude!"
"Too soon?"
T: "A little."
*Gator laughs slightly and rests his head back with the cigarette in his mouth, smoke raising into the air as we hear Todd tapping away on his iPad*
"What to do, what to do. I need to talk about this match sooner or later."
T: "Well, why don't you."
*Gator lowers his head and taps ash into the ashtray*
"Because I don't want to fire the first shots. I don't know if you've noticed but everyone's been fairly chilled recently, the calm before the storm. I want to enjoy it while it lasts. LH is studying, training like a real wrestler should. Loverboy is ... Loveryboy. And Luca's playing CSI. It's fun, I'm enjoying this. But no one has really got down to brass tacks, a few throw away lines here and there, but no lethal venom behind them. Why should I be the one to do it?"
T: "Well, someones gotta do it."
"Exactly."
*Gator looks out at the ocean for a moment before turning back, inhaling the cigarette*
"Someone's gotta do it."
*His fingers rhythmically tap the wooden low table in front of him*
"It's funny. Luca basically hates everyone except for Harrison. Harrison teamed up with Loverboy once and said he likes Luca too. Vinnie likes me and LH and I like Vinnie and have appreciation towards LH. It's weird. No one in this match is really enemies, just guys who dislike one of the group. This isn't a match, it's Mean Girls! I don't have anything bad to say about Vinnie or LH, yet. If they want to step up, I'll go toe to toe with them. I like those two, but Luca. Now there is a guy who pisses me off. Some prick who says I stole his mask, when I had it for four years in J-Pro. That is just blind arrogance... Fuck it! I'm talking to Luca, Todd hand me that iPad."
*Gator sits forward and stamps out the cigarette into the ash tray. Todd gently throws the iPad to Gator who swipes and taps on the screen before looking at the camera*
"Luca, I fucking stole your mask? I will not stand for these allegations! I wore this mask for all of my career, before the XWF and before this whole Lazarus bullshit. And I know, I shouldn't bring up J-Pro because it doesn't matter here but neither do you anymore, neither do your past achievements. What matters is what you do now. You fucking come back after who the fuck cares how long and expect everyone to be happy to see you back? Saying the XWF needs you! We don't need you. We don't want you. No one does. If you couldn't tell from your crowd reactions already, no one cares about Luca Azregotti and they haven't for a long time. In your absence, nobody asked about you. Nobody prayed for your return. But you came back anyway to a wave of people saying, oh it's you, well, that's okay I guess."
"No, people said this. Eli James won the Universal Championship! That's fucking awesome! Three 'rookies' who barely looked each other in the eye before their match took down three of the best the XWF has to offer! That's fucking awesome! A 'rookie' took down the psycho sensation Steve Davids, won the TV championship and is already looking to be one of the greatest names in the XWF! That is fucking awesome! ... And where are you in all this? Nowhere. Sitting on your ass getting fat, the only muscles you were working out was the ones in your right arm from a very specific lubricated workout and no one cared."
*Gator takes a pause for a moment as he looks down at the iPad and taps the screen some more. He looks back at the camera*
"I have an iota of respect for you, for what you did and the people you beat. But now, that doesn't matter. You're a pussy, a very specific pussy."
*Gator lifts the iPad, facing the screen towards the camera and the youtube video plays*
"This 'pussy' is you. Leaving and coming back for that metaphorical bowl of cereal. Clawing at it. A title shot? No Luca no! Your relevance in the XWF? No Luca no! Trying to show off your past glories? No Luca no! Get the fuck away from my cereal you selfish cunt! You think you deserve that cereal? NO! Fuck you! Go back to your milk bowl you piece of shit! Saturday I'm going into a match with the current X-Treme champion and I'm going to take that belt from him. Hopefully, it's not over yet, and I'm not one who auto assumes victory. But, if I do win. You're going into the ring against a triple champion. For a week anyway, before I sadly have to relinquish one of those belts due to XWF rules and regulation... Assholes. But can you imagine it, there will be five championship belts going into that ring held by only half of the people contending."
*Gator puts the iPad on the table and sits back a little, getting himself comfortable*
"This is just a taster by the way, don't want to distract you from your whole 'Murder She Wrote' situation, but I really want to see some of that famous Luca trash talk. Some decent trash talk anyway. I hope you don't disappoint me."
*Gator gets up and walks towards the large open doors taking in the sight, his back to the camera*
“One day I’m going to die. I know this and I’ve accepted this. How am I going to die? I don’t know, frankly, I wanna leave it a surprise. But death is way in the future, what matters is what I do now. I want to make an impact, and I’m going to. My name will go down in XWF history, I’m a double champ right now and I will carry on being a champion throughout my entire life. My debut was a joke, a nothing match. But I won. My second match was the hardest I’ve fought and I lost, but every single person who watched me fight MacAlister knows that I put up one hell of a fight. My third match, a 6 man tag, a loss due to carrying deadweight.”
*Gator turns around and leans up against the door frame*
“This was when I doubted myself the most. I was on the verge of leaving the XWF, and that’s the truth. If I was a weaker man, I would have. But I’m not weak. I didn’t lie down and accept that I lost more than I’ve won, I said fuck it. I’m gonna work harder, and I did. Mastermind didn’t know what hit him in my fourth match here, I won and realised that all that hard work in my promos and that training made me ten times better than I was before. All that hard work didn’t go unnoticed. My fifth match, a triple threat for the TV title. Socrates, a good friend of mine earned his chance. Steve Davids wasn’t a pushover either. And then there was me. Handpicked by an anonymous general manager or managers, and what did I do? I fucking shocked the world when I got the 1, 2, 3. And I’ll do it again and again.”
*Gator comes closer to the camera and stands in the middle of the room, he goes to the couch and grabs his two titles, hanging them over his shoulder; he looks at the camera*
“I’m not saying I’m going to win, but I’m sure as hell not saying I’m going lose; and I promise I will not be pinned or tap out. This is one of those matches that come once in a life time. No gold on the line but something bigger, respect. Everyone in this match has something to prove, whether it’s showing you still got it, showing that this losing streak will run dry or showing why we deserve two titles. Now I’m sick of being all serious so I’m going to call this a rap. To apologise for the lack of humour in my rant, like all good artists I’ll end on a joke. A trucker is out on the road, and he sees a brothel, so he pulls in for a quick root before heading out again. Only problem is, he's a bit short on cash, and he mentions this to the Madame. She says that the further he gets down the hallway, the cheaper it gets. He walks about halfway down, opens the door and sees an attractive woman and asks how much she is. She replies that she costs $200. He keeps going. Gets about 3/4 of the way down, opens the door and asks the mildly attractive hooker what her rates are. $80. He keeps going. Decides to have a look in the last door, and sees a fuck ugly crone inside. His dick is in charge at the moment, so he asks her the price. She says ’ow much ye got?’, and he replies that he has $50. She says that's good enough, and tells him to jump on board. He starts fucking the bitch, when about halfway through he stops and says ‘I don't mean to be rude, but you're a bit dry. Is there something you can do?’ She says ‘sure thing luv’ and disappears into the bathroom. She comes out a few minutes later, and they get back into it. He's thinking to himself fuck yeah, this is heaps better. She's really wet!, so he asks her what she did to fix the dryness, and she replies ‘I picked the scabs.’”
*Gator chuckles as he walks to the side, away from Todd groaning in disgust. The footage fades to black*