*Gator sits on a single bed in an ugly hotel room he is wearing his mask, a white tank top and blue boxer shorts, he is holding a phone*

"Todd, you rolling?"

T: "Y-Yes Mr. Ga-"

*The phone in Gator's hand lights up and begins to ring loudly, he looks at the screen*

"Shit."

*He puts the phone to his ear and rubs his eyes with his spare hand*

"Hey dad ... Yeah it's good to hear from you too."

*Gator stands up and motions his hand towards Todd to put the camera away. Todd instead points the camera towards the window showing a view of Miami.*

"Yeah I'm alright thanks ... No, my match is Wednesday ... Nah, just some nobodies but you got to start somewhere right? ... I know you told that story about a million times. How's things in Japan? ... Undisputed champ again huh. Yeah good for you ... Okay. Yeah I'll let you know how it goes ... Okay talk to you soon, tell mum I said hello. Bye."

*The camera turns back around to Gator standing in the middle of the room looking at the phone*

"How the hell did he get my number. Wait, this is your phone, how did he get your number?"

T: I dunno man.

"... Whatever, you ready?"

*Todd nods his head as Gator sits back onto the bed, and click on the phone. The sound of wind rushing past comes from the phone as a recording plays*

(07-14-2014, 05:53 PM)Voicemail sent to Tommy Wish Said: "Holy shit tubbz you're alive!? Didn't expect to hear from you, thought you overdosed on all that freaky foot ice cream or some shit. Sorry I have to reply to you in this way but I'm a little busy, and I got to try and keep this short too, I'm on a friends phone don't wanna run up his minutes. Honestly I thought you were out of this race big man that's why I've been given Reeve all the attention he's the only fucker I can get a reaction from at this time, but I'm happy you've ran your mouth, more fun for me. You know what Jabba, I was a star in Japan, and I will be a star here, that much is obvious and you don't want to know what my father thinks, now about the remark you made about me being a twat... I am a twat. I am the biggest twat that you ever did see, but I can be an even bigger twat, and bigger and bigger and one day I will go into my twat cocoon and spring out as an almighty cunt, and then you will regret the day you poked your head out of your depression hole and said 'Hey mista japonese big shoyt, I don't lyke you very much!' I can be a nightmare for people like you, so, here's a friendly suggestion sit that blimp sized badonk-a-donk back in your lazyboy, masturbate over some pictures of sandals on amazon and keep your mouth shut, you're way out of your depth boy."

*End of message. Would you like to delete or re-send this voicemail?*

*Gator chuckles to himself and throws the phone onto to the bed. He grabs a pack of cigarettes from the end table, takes one and lights it up. He inhales the cig and lets out a big puff of smoke*

"Did you get my voicemail Snickers? I feel bad that I had to respond to you in that way but I'm going to correct that now. You're right, I've been focusing on Reeve a bit too much, but look at him! He's giving me so much to work with how can you not make fun of that freak show. I'm really happy you're actually going to play the game, I was worried that me and Reeve were going to be the only ones doing any work! But you've gotten off you're fat ass and decided that you're gonna be a problem."

"I've had a long fucking night Wish, I'm tired and just fucking drained, I was hoping to actually sleep today but you had to just go and run your mouth in between food breaks. So let's talk. You're right, Japan is in the past, but that's were all my accomplishments are, and I am going to duplicate those accomplishments right here in the XWF. What my father thinks about me being here? I just talked to my dad on the phone actually, he's proud of me, oh sorry, I guess you wouldn't know what it's like to have a father being proud of you, it's a good feeling, my dad knows the XWF is a shithole but he ended up in an even worse shithole when he started wrestling, so I guess he's happy we started on similar paths. Let me think about what else you said ... oh ... I think I'm better than your average John Cena or Bobby Lashley. No, Wish, I don't think I'm better than John Cena or Bobby Lashley, I know I'm better than those overrated self absorbed pricks!"

"So Wish, you can try and ignore me, insult me, threaten me, but it won't work. Nothing you do will work, you're walking into a fight you cannot win... See you around Tommy."

*Gator stares into the camera before Todd puts in down and footage ends*