“Guten Abend Mother Fuckers!”

*Gator stands in a fine suit on his hotel room balcony, his arms wide open to the camera, a glass of champagne in his hand. A shot of Munich behind him with bright lights from the cars on the street. He throws the glass over his shoulder and walks into the bright 5 star hotel room, hopping onto a seat and bouncing up a bit as he grabs Todd’s iPad and flicks through it*

“We’re in Germany for Todd’s debut match and boy, Germans fucking love me! Who knew!?”

“Now, I know I have a title defence against Doctor Louis D’Ville but Munich is such a great place, I’m just having too much fun here. Todd on the other hand, well...”

T: “I got beat up by Neo-Nazis.”

“Todd got beat up by Neo-Nazis because...”

*Todd sighs*

T: “Because I wore lederhosen all day...”

“Todd wore lederhosen all day. Which was funny for me, but stopping crazy futuristic Nazis from killing my cameraman is not my idea of relaxation.”

T: “The lederhosen was your idea!”
“It was.”
T: “And you took your sweet damn time getting those guys off me!”

“I was enjoying my bratwurst Todd! Savouring the fine German seasoning! Not my fault you’re a victim.”

T: “But-“

“Enough! I wish to talk about something dear to me...”

T: “Your TV title?”

“No. The fappening.”

T: “For God’s sake.”

“Don’t act all innocent Todd! I know how many pictures of a drunk naked Jennifer Lawrence you have on this iPad.”

T: “...”

“Now, I love naked celebrities as much as the next pervert but there’s more pressing issues at hand.”

*Gator faces the iPad towards the camera*


“Hundreds of nude celebrities but no pictures of Spiderman!? You need to get your priorities straight internet!”

T: "Spiderman isn't real."

"Oh yeah of course he isn't. Neither are aliens, demons or inter-dimensional Gods with big red noses."

*Todd shuts up*

“That’s what I thought. Hashtag Justice for J. Jonah Jameson”

*Gator sets down the iPad*

“Now, to Doctor Louis D’Ville. Shit man, you’re going to have a field day with me. Drug habit, father issues and wears a mask 24/7 to boot. Maybe we can sit down some time and talk about how I want to fuck your mother. That’s how these sessions usually work right? Whatever. You’re probably more used to group sessions at this point. But, what will you be like in a one on one environment? Will you focus more on me and hit me with all the knowledge you’ve got or will you break under the pressure. Probably the latter. You’re going into an environment you have no idea of utilizing my friend.”

“That 15 minute time limit for our match is your best friend. You can talk and talk and run away and maybe you’ll stay alive long enough. You won’t be able to win the match, but you’ll stay alive long enough anyway. Well, hit me with your best shot Doc, fire away.”

*Gator gets to his feet and moves back to the balcony overlooking the city. He grabs the railing and just looks at the setting sun*

“I’ve been waiting for a while for this title defence and now that it’s happening, I’m relaxed. Burnt out at the moment, but relaxed. I’m counting on you D’Ville to be a decent opponent, show me that you earned this title shot.”

*The footage fades to black*


*Gator sits shirtless at a table, a newspaper and a cup of coffee in his hand. Scarlett walks up from behind and gives him a hug and a kiss on the top of his head, she’s wearing Gator’s shirt from the previous night, the shirt covers her fully, just her legs visible and her delicate hands where she has rolled up the sleeves a little. Scarlett goes to the coffee machine and begins to make herself a cup*

SCARLETT: “Good morning.”

“Morning.”

I can’t help but stare at her perfect bum hidden under my shirt, that shirt which clings to her body. Somehow this girl can wear a men’s shirt and still show off her figure.

SCARLETT: “You excited for Madness tonight?”

“Of course I am.”

SCARLETT: “I hope you win.”

“I bet you say that to all the wrestlers.”

*She chuckles and nods*

SCARLETT: “True. I just got done with Loverboy after I met you ahah.”

“With Vinnie, I don’t know whether you’re joking or not.”

SCARLETT: “I am. Loverboy is pretty cute though, he doesn’t wear a mask to bed.”

“You’re the kinky one who told me to keep it on!”

*She scoffs and turns to Gator*

SCARLETT: “I did no such thing! I tried to the put the ball gag in your mouth but you said the whip was too much already.”

“Do you really own a ball gag and a whip? If so I’m not sure if this relationship can continue. I already get the shit kicked out of me in my day to day life.”

SCARLETT: “... Relationship?”

“... You know what I mean.”

SCARLETT: “Not really. Do you want to be in a relationship?”

“We’ll need to go on a proper date first before we decide that. Plus, do I really look like the kinda guy you should bring home to meet your parents?”

SCARLETT: “I see your point. So, you’re taking me on a date?”

“I need to go to Germany right after Madness. When I get back you, me and Todd-“

SCARLETT: “Todd!”

“... I can leave him on his own all night. Who will fill up his water bowl? Or replace the straw in his bed?”

SCARLETT: “You can get a sitter for him. Don’t get me wrong Todd’s cool in a door mat kind of way, but I don’t want him third wheeling our date.”

“We’ve known each other a day and you’re already making demands. Pfft, women.”

*Scarlett punches Gator in the shoulder and the pair laugh again. She takes the cup of coffee and sit down across from Gator*

SCARLETT: "Okay, so after Germany, where are you going?"

"Back home to Boston and after that I'm defending my belt against Dr. Louis D'Ville."

SCARLETT: "D'Ville? I can help with that match."

"How?"

SCARLETT: "I have my ways. Trust me, after Germany come back to LA, we'll have our date and I'll tell you what you need to know."

"Hot and more helpful than Todd. The full package."

SCARLETT: "Haha thank you Jacob, I try."

"It's a date then. This match at Madness, Todd's debut and taking down a doctor."

SCARLETT: "It's date."

*The pair cling their mugs together and the footage goes quickly to black*