*Gator walks down a street in Columbus, Ohio. Todd walks beside him facing the camera towards Gator, his title over his shoulder*

“This is possibly the most depressing place in America I’ve been.”

T: “Worse than Arizona?”

“Arizona at least had a kick ass Public Enemy song about it. Columbus, it’s just... Dull.”

T: “Well you didn’t want to do any of the tourist stuff.”

“Like what? The mines? The state fair? Yet another botanical fucking garden!? Fuck trees Todd! How many times do I have to say it?”

T: “I get it. You don’t like trees. I think it’s stupid-“
“You’re stupid.”
T: “But I know, you don’t like trees.”

“Fucking wonders of nature, taking MY carbon dioxide! Greedy fucks.”

T: “Carbon dioxide is terrible for you though!”

“But it stays in my lungs from how much I smoke! I need that shit to function.”

T: “... I thought that was carbon monoxide?”

“Tomato, tomatoe.”

*Gator takes a cigarette from his jean pocket and sticks the filter in between his masked lips. He flicks open his zippo and lights it. He inhales the smoke deeply whilst putting the zippo away, taking a moment to enjoy the unique taste*

“Life is like a cigarette you know. It’s short, but you have to enjoy it while it lasts. Because when the fire goes out, someone’s going to throw you to the floor and stamp you out.”

*He tokes the cigarette again, blowing smoke out of his nose*

T: “Whatever you say man. Sometimes I think you put more than just tobacco in those Malboros.”

“Like weed? Yeah sometimes. Only when I need to fall asleep. *cough* *cough* Shit. That wasn’t a good sound.”

T: “You okay?”

“Yeah, just feels like a chest infection. Nothing to worry about, just this place making me ill.”

*Gator rolls his mask up a little and turns away from Todd as he spits. He rolls the mask back down before turning forward again*

T: “You need to cut that shit out. Disgusting habit.”

“Which one smoking or spitting?”

T: “Both.”

“You know what is a disgusting habit? Eating those horrible Yank sweets and stuffing the wrappers down the side of the couch!”

*Gator shares a look with Todd and the camera, before turning back. He coughs again*

T: “Not my fault I’m fat and lazy!”

“Yes it is! Jesus wept. It’s a good thing I’m training you to become a wrestler so you can get off your ass and go to the fucking kitchen to put shit in the bin.”

T: “Yup. Good thing I’m watching you throw parties and reading Where’s Waldo books.”

“HAha. You fucking piece of shit. I fucking welcome you into my home and say I’ll train you, so you could recognise your dream of becoming a wrestler instead of a fucking failure. And you have the audacity to give me shit about it! Fuck you Todd!”

*Gator continues to smoke, walking a little quicker than before*

T: “Fuck me? Fuck you! You kidnapped me, in case you don’t remember. You take almost all of my money I get from my job at the XWF so I can’t move out of your house. You haven’t even started to train me, you keep putting it off. Asshole!”

*Gator stops and turns to Todd*

“Why should I? In case you haven’t noticed you worthless piece of shit, I’ve had a target on my back ever since I’ve won this fucking title! I have bigger stuff to deal with than training some fucking canuck, who won’t even go onto to win one match! No matter how hard I train you, if I retired tomorrow and dedicated my life to training you, you would still be a joke. Todd Moschitti, the biggest failure who ever walked through the doors of the XWF! Hahaha... I’m basically going to fight you at Madness. Another fucking joke. Another person no one gives a fuck about. Why don’t you stand in Wally’s corner tonight so I can wipe two pieces of shit with one hand!”

*Gator sticks the cigarette back in his mouth and walks away. Todd stands in place for a second before walking after him. Todd’s voice cracks*

T: “HEY! Why the hell are you doing this stupid shit again!?”

*Gator turns around and lowers the cig*

“What are you talking about now?”

T: “What happened to the guy who said after his match with Griffin MacAlister, enough of all the stupid arrogant bullshit. Enough of the anger and the auto assuming victory? What happened to the real you?”

“The real me died when I put on this fucking mask. I like to joke and do stupid stuff when I can, but I can’t just bury all this anger I’ve got inside of me. The human body doesn’t work that way Todd. It’s just frustrating you know.”

*Gator leans up against a nearby wall. He rests his head against the warm bricks and takes another drag of the cigarette*

“... I wanted to prove myself.”

T: “You did.”

“Did I really? It feels like someone handed me a belt and planted me back at square one... Back to fighting some dude I’ve never even heard of outside children’s literature. I’m tired, just fucking fried. And everyone still sees Gator. Some fucking clown who was a somebody in Japan, now the holder of the third most respectable singles belt in the XWF.”

T: “You’re looking at winning the TV title as a bad thing? You’ve been here a month and you pinned Steve Davids! That’s a big fucking win man!”

*Gator looks at Todd and smiles under his mask. He flicks the cigarette away*

“That’s what I like about you Todd. I give you so much shit, and you bounce back.”

T: “I try to keep a positive outlook.”

*Gator laughs for a moment before it turns into a cough*

T: “We need to get you some cough medicine or something.”

“*cough* I think you’re right. I’m sorry Todd. I didn’t mean what I said.”

T: “I know man, we’re cool.”

*Gator pushes himself away from the wall and pats Todd on the back as a friendly gesture. They continue to walk down the path*

“Fuck Heyman.”

T: “Yup.”

“Fucking fat asshole tried to interrupt my match, tried to screw me and Socrates over. Prick. The Brotherhood... I half hate them, half want to thank them.”

T: “What do you mean?”

“They also interrupted my title match, but they distracted Heyman long enough for me to get a pin. They helped out, but I wanted to do it on my own.”

T: “I can see what you mean. But, it’s always good to have someone watch your back.”

“Hence why you’re going to be at ringside tonight.”

T: “I am?”

“Yeah, to keep an eye on Wally and you need to see what a wrestling match looks like up close-“
T: “-but-“
“if you’re there at ringside. You can pay close attention to every intricate detail that’s involved while wrestling.”

T: “I’m always at ringside.”

“You are?”

T: “I’m a cameraman. I’m at ringside for every match.”

*Gator stops and looks confused at Todd, he tries to hide another cough*

“You’ve never been to any of my matches right?”

T: “Yes! How could you not notice?”

“I don’t know... huh.”

*The pair continue to walk down the street*

T: “Why do you want me to keep an eye on Wally?.. Waldo. Fuck you got me saying it now.”

“Wally could be anywhere in that crowd.”

T: “Still going down that road I see.”

“We’ve gone through that entire book, cover to cover. We’ve managed to find Wally on every single page, and I’ve got the seating chart of the Nationwide Arena memorized. I need your help to point him out just in case I miss him. Once we’ve found Wally, we beat Wally.”

T: “... It’s been a fun week. Haha.”

*The pair chuckle*

“It really has. I wanna see Wally solve this case though, looking forward to the 2 promos he’s going to release tonight.”

T: “You sound pretty certain about that.”

“Fairly certain. He just seems like the kind of person that would do that kind of thing.”

T: “Maybe. So, any favourites to win the battle royale?”

“So far, either LH or the Doctor. I don’t care, may the best man or woman win.”

*The pair walk into a pharmacy and immediately go to an aisle of cough medicine*

“I’m just looking forward to defending my title against someone who has actually earned a shot. I refuse to be the same kind of champion Steve Davids was. Ducking every challenge and shit*cough* *cough* Fuck this cough!”

T: “Are you going to be alright wrestling tonight?”

“So many guys before me have fought with broken necks and torn quads. A frog in my throat won’t affect me.”

*Gator takes a bottle of cough medicine from the shelf and reads the label*

“If I downed this stuff in one I doubt I’d care about anything anymore.”

*Gator looks at Todd for a moment and takes the bottle to the counter*

Pharmacist: “You got a prescription for this?”

“I’ve got a wallet full of change and a secret identity. Will that do?”

*The pharmacist nods and scans the bottle, taking Gator’s money*

“Cheers.”

*Gator and Todd walk away. Back on the street, Gator lifts his mask exposing his mouth. He unscrews the lid and takes a swig of the medicine*

“Gah. I hate strawberry.”

*He puts the cap back onto the bottle and places in Todd’s hoodie pocket*

“Well, this has been an adventure. Walking down Columbus, arguing, coughing, finding a cure for said cough. Too much excitement for my Saturday afternoon head. Maybe I should take a nap before tonight. An over the covers nap mind you, don’t want to go crazy and take a nap under the covers. Walking down the dangerous line of oversleeping.”

T: “We get it. You’re sarcastic.”

“... I’m getting predictable aren’t I?”

T: “Not really. I don’t think anyone predicted that you’d read Waldo all week and throw a party... How was it by the way?”

“It was great, where did you go by the way?”

T: “You locked me outside by accident and Luke Gunnar wouldn’t let me back in.”

“... Who the hell is Luke Gunnar?”

T: “Beats me.”

“But yes. The party was incredible. Unfortunatly due to legal reasons, I cannot divulge more information regarding the people who took part in the gathering or their actions.”

T: “The hell happened?”

“No comment.”

T: “... Okay... We should get to the arena soon.”

“You’re right... Usually I would say something to my opponent before going into the match, but all I can say is this. People at home, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that Wally has been absent most of the week leaving me to do all the work of being an entertaining personality. Hopefully you enjoyed what I’ve done, if not. Wait till next week, were I promise I will defend my title and give the best I possibly can. Everything I do, is for you. The crowds in the stands and the people at home. I would be nothing without you guys. And I promise, as long as I’m standing, I will always deliver the best you can expect from me.... See you fuckers tonight.”

*The camera faces the long stretch of road as the camera fades to black*