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Where the fuck Gator at? - Frodo mother fucking Smackins - 11-14-2014 "Sup, Gator? How's it going? Nursing your ego after your loses? It must suck for you. To be on such a losing streak. Oh, sorry, you won one match to interrupt it. One out of how many? 4 matches. You've won 1 match in the last two months. Don't worry, though, this won't be another win for you to get all excited about. No, you're going to lose to me, and then Manson will take the title from you. Then, I win a contender shot for the title, and hold onto it until a time when either Manson loses, or gets bored of the title. Maybe I'll decided to take the title from him and keep it for myself. I haven't planned it out yet. All I know is, you won't be holding onto that title for long. Because I'm going to make sure that Manson wins his shot. Cause come on, guys. It's Gator. Really, that joke tells itself. Say it with me, it's Gator. Are you laughing yet? Because I'm laughing so hard I just shit myself. No, I didn't shit myself, I Gator'd myself. Because Gator's utter shit, get it? I mean, if you've watched one Gator promo, you've watched em all. And you've all seen how Gator thinks he's good at being insulting, and tough, and all the like. But the truth is, he's not. He just uses the same basic routine. One he used on us at WarGames, and then tried to at the King of the Ring. Anyone remember how those turned out? Oh yeah, as I already stated. Gator lost. And in between? Gator lost to Pest. Peter beat Pest. Lane beat Pest. But Gator? Gator didn't beat Pest. And why didn't you win? Is it the same reason that Todd lost to Maverick? Because you just aren't good enough? Is it because the time of Gator has long since passed? Time for you to pass on that title and retire? Move on to a different federation in a different country. Maybe Mexico. Because, so long as you're in the XWF, you will never beat me. Not on my worst day, and not at your best day. Consider this to be exactly what a TV Title match with me should feel like. End the feeling with a sorrowful sigh, because you can't beat me, not even in your dreams. Know that when this match ends you will have basically ended your time with the title. And then consider yourself lucky that I gave you at least an extra week with the title. Because had Swagmire not been stupid in my absence, you'd have been handing that title over to me this week. That'd be pretty awesome, don't you think? Me, taking the title from you just because you're an arrogant cocksucker? See, you Hooplehead, this match wouldn't have even come into a thought without you being so far shoved up your own ass that you decided to deny Manson a rematch. Despite him being the biggest threat you in that little charade you called a five way. How many people involved actually took it seriously? Because I can assure you that it was only two people, yourself included. The other 3? They didn't deem you worth taking seriously. Not for a second. You really think you could have taken Ice if he really wanted to win? Dude took out Samuels, and you couldn't even take out a team that had Peter and Scully on it. But, you want to blame Mastermind, Zeke, or McBride for that hit, don't you? Because McBride got himself eliminated, and Zeke took the pin. But the fact is this, you just weren't good enough. If you were good enough you would have been able to get a pin while the other were distracting the opposition with their noises. But no, Gator was right alongside Mastermind pounding his chest and yelling his call to the skies above. He wanted to be assured that his Tard God would hear his Tard Cries and bless his little Tard Angina infected heart. But alas, the Tard god turned his Tard Back on the little who couldn't. And what does a Gator look like when he's praying? Ever watch the show Deadwood? There's a guy on there, Richardson. He prays to a stuffed Deer head, holding horns up as a tribute or something. Just like you. Here's a pic, TardBaby. Notice the resemblance? You just standing there mouth all agape as you and your teammates are powerless to stop a, and this is my favorite part, a one eyed imitation! DUDE HAD ONE EYE! You didn't think to ambush him from the side missing the eye? Oh, no, you did. You and Lane tried to double team take him out. And you still got fucked up. Because Gator just can't. But he wants to claim superiority. Right, just like Lane wants to claim to be a real man. I will give you credit, though. You're a much bigger man than your gal pal Veronica. She had to get punked out by Ice before she'd actually accept a match with me. I just had to laugh my ass off about you being a pussy, and you accepted. And the only thing you think you're going to get out of this match is an apology? Bravo. You didn't need to be asked what was in it for you. The thing is though, and I really hope you've got this jotted down in your little notebook. The pink sparkly one. You won't win. You won't get your apology. In fact, you'll end up apologizing to me, for underestimating me. But at the end of the day, you're not getting an apology from me. Because only winners get apologies, and you're not a winner. Hey, I noticed you took your record down from the XWF site. Is that because it was getting filled with too many loses? You didn't want people to notice your massive losses compiling? Or was it perhaps because you knew that one day, assuming you actually updated it, that you'd have to mark more losses than wins. And then wonder how many of those losses came at the hands of me? Well, I won't personally be the one to pin you for your title, but I will guarantee that Manson will. You're not holding it through January. Believe it, like my name was Bieber. Or not, I dunno your feelings on the dude, and I do not give a fuck. Check it, no fucks given. Because none of it determines how easily I am going to kick your ass. Right Champ?" "Oh, one final thing, you're not a real champion. You're just a bitch who got lucky enough to get some gold. Kind of like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. She was still just a hooker, not a real woman." Frodo is still chilling in the hospital with Katie. Sarah's run down to get some food for Katie and Frodo. They both specifically asked for Jet's Pizza. "So, baby girl, when you gonna tell me what happened with you in Ohio?" "The accident? No, I don't remember." "The weekend you were there for. Why I had to drive to Toledo to rescue Sarah." "Well, we went to a club. Met some boys, her thing got out of hand, I guess. And I left with Tony. We spent the night together, in the morning there was an accident, and he thought I died. Then we had pizza, watched tv, and talked. You put his friend in the hospital, so we went to collect him, then dropped him off. We chilled out at Tony's for a while before heading up to meet you and Sarah for dinner. I forgot the rest." Frodo looks more than a little confused. "Accident? Thought you were dead?" "He went to kiss me, jerked his head, knocked me out. Then he went to put me on the bed, hit my head on the ceiling fan, my head busted open, he couldn't find a pulse, and thought I died. It was fine, he put me in the bath tub. When he got home we worked it out. He's super sweet, and I really like him dad. Where is he?" Frodo began to nervously twitch and fidget. "Tony? Sweetie, no one could find Tony. Was there a third party in the car?" She began to tear up. "No, Daddy. It was only Tony and me in the car. Does that mean he didn't make it?" "Because my name isn't Tony. Babe, I told you that. I'm Blair." Blair hobbled his way in, on crutches. "You the dude got my baby in a coma?" "Yeah, I was the one driving. I got distracted by how gorgeous Katie is, and I got in the wrong lane." Frodo stood up and walked over to where Blair was standing. He looked up to meet Blair's eyes. "And you fucking think that's acceptable, bruh?" "No, sir. I don't think it's acceptable. I deeply regret that I caused such pain to her. Hi, Katie." She looked nervous. "Hey, Tony. How's it going? I've missed you." "Hey, cutie. How you doing?" "I've been better. I slept a while." "You dream of me?" Blair hobbled past Frodo. "Nope. She was dreaming of me and my Pizza!" Sarah walked in carrying 2 Pizzas.