[11:34 pm. Saturday 19th]


*Gator sits on a single bed in his hotel room. He's smoking a cigarette and nodding his head along with the quiet song coming from the radio. He takes in a large breath of smoke before looking towards the camera, he exhales and laughs*

"Tabs Griff. I do tabs of acid. It's about goddamn time I found someone with a bit of venom in this fed, I was afraid you was just going to be another Ben Bones but look at you! Good ol' hillbilly talking nonsense like it's nobodies business. You're talking about me like you fucking know me, like I've never done drugs in my life. Haha look at you on your fucking high horse, no pun intended, looking at me thinking I'm new to this sorta thing. Fuck, you are dumber then you look. I've fought dudes who smoked weed, snorted coke and injected heroin, they're all the same no matter how they try to say they ain't, all spouting there own brand of philosophy thinking they really know how the world works, thinking they know people's true intentions. But they don't know shit, and I've kicked all there asses, all the stoners, all the junkies, the alcoholics and the teetotalers, you can say you're different but your not, you're just some guy who likes to smoke some green and that's all you ever will be."

"But you're right Cheech, I am an addict but not like you or that new kid Leteri, I'm addicted to violence, blood all that fucked up stuff. Acid, weed, coke, alcohol... I can control myself with that stuff. But violence, I just engorge myself in it. I fucking love bashing in someones head, and I'm pretty fucking good at doing it, and right now your head is a target just waiting for me to go batshit insane with a steel chair. And you don't reside within Clicheville? So you're a liar as well as an idiot, you are the walking embodiment of a no fucks given stoner, mister I don't need friends or family I've got cannabis. Thinking that you're some kind of weed connoisseur, looking at a bunch of worthless leaves and buds taking it all in like it's some fine wine. I smoke to calm myself, I may be addicted but I don't make a big fucking deal about it. You're just some guy who likes to smoke chronic, it doesn't define who you are. Bullshit! You made it your fucking gimmick! How the hell can you try and know who I am when you don't even know yourself."

"I'm not going to pretend like I know who you are. You said your not a cliche? Fuck it, I half believe you. I couldn't care less if you smoke weed or suck dick. The whole reason myself and Todd went on this drug fueled road trip to New Orleans was to get a reaction from you, see what pisses you off, I want to see what makes you tick; and frankly Griff, I've seen a glimpse of you and that's all I need to see. You're nothing more than the cliche you claim not to be."

"Give me all you got man, I couldn't care less. I still have some respect for you despite you having none for me, I respect the fact that you've come back from being irrelevant and took a shot at me. But you're fucking if you think I'm scared of you or worried about losing our match, I already told you man, I'm winning this. There is not a single doubt in my mind that I'm going to lose, you can call me stupid or arrogant if it makes you feel better but I can see behind those lifeless red eyes into your soul and I can see you, the real you, the scared little boy shaking in those yankee doodle dandy boots of yours, I can see that kid staring back at me and thinking oh shit, this Gator guy is going to kill me. You should listen to that kid, because he is right. I will stop at nothing to win, believe that."

*Gator exhales a large amount of smoke and puts the cigarette into a glass of water beside him*

"You've gotten my attention Griffin MacAlister. You better do something interesting soon before you lose it."