[March 26th 2011]
[Osaka, Japan]
[Maishima Arena. Night of JPWF Carnage]

*Gator stands smoking in the backstage area. He is in his wrestling gear and looking out the curtain leading to the ring*

“Hola Gator, you’re here early.”

*El Huerto Hernandez walks beside Gator. Hernandez wearing his wrestling gear and his mask*

“What are you doing here?”

“McCormack is practicing.”

*Hernandez looks out of to the curtain*

“Why are you watching him practice?”

“I’m fighting him tonight.”

“Really? Shit, tough break pal.”

“Why does everyone keep saying that?”

“Because he’s been here 4 months and is undefeated. You defending the belt against that guy?”

“Yup.”

“Well, you had a good run with the Signature belt.”

“And I’m going to carry on having a great run. Fucking fine words coming from my best friend.”

“I’m only telling you my opinion amigo.”

“You’re opinion don’t mean shit.”

“Aw the poor little Gator is tense for his match.”

“I’m always tense, it’s part of my charm. Fuck, I feel bad for that trainer.”

“That’s going to be you in a few hours.”

“Shut the fuck up Henry.”

*Hernandez chuckles and to two move away from the curtain, moving down a hallway*

“You wanna go out after the show?”

“Are you asking me out on a date Henry?”

“Screw you.”

“I bet you want to you hot blooded Mexican.”

“You know what I mean, just get a few drinks. I wanted to check out that new sushi place.”

“Sure why not.”

*Gator opens a door to his dressing room; Hernandez follows inside and takes a seat on the couch. Gator takes two bottles of beer and hands one to Hernandez, both men adjust their masks and drink*

“We need masks with mouth holes.”

“Why? So you can suck dick better?”

*Hernandez makes a sarcastic laugh*

“You ever thought about what you wanted to do when you retire?”

“Might go back to drawing. Try and become a graphic designer or some shit.”

“I didn’t know you were into all that.”

“Oh yeah, when I was younger it was all I used to do. Just draw for hours on end, wanted to be a concept artist for some video game company.”

“I think I’ll become a therapist.”

“I could see you as some kind of rapist.”

“Shut up. I did some classes on psychology and the human condition in college, it was interesting. Plus I needed something to fall back on in case wrestling didn’t go through.”

“Well why aren’t you a therapist now? You do really suck at wrestling.”

“I could ask you the same question Mr. Artist.”

*Gator swills his beer as he leans against the wall, looking at the JPWF Signature belt resting on a small table facing a mirror*

“You really think I’ll lose the belt tonight?”

*Hernandez hesitates*

“I don’t know.”

“Words of encouragement would be nice.”

“The hell do you want me to say? Gator, you’re so cool and awesome! You’re the best thing to happen to Japan since the Super Famicom! You rival Godzilla in strength!”

“... Yeah stuff like that.”

“Too bad. McCormack is fucking good, you know that, I’m not going to tell you he’s going to be a pushover because that’s a big fucking lie and you know it. But you’ve managed to keep a hold of that belt for 6 months is it? So yeah, you have a chance of winning. But don’t get ahead of yourself here.”

“I know, you’re right.”

“Listen, Jacob-“
“Gator.”
“... Gator, you can do this, I’ve known you for a while now and I believe you can do it. I’m not saying you’ve got a definite win in front of you, but you’ve beat better than this guy.”

“Best moment of my life when I took this belt from Tiger Makasaki.”

“He was a tough old bastard.”

“Stiff as a mother fucker too. Felt like he tried to knock my head off with every hit.”

“That’s Tiger for ya. Dude won’t let up. He dropkicked me so hard he almost knocked me flying back over the border.”

*The pair laugh but are interrupted by a large sweaty man with a shaved head and styled moustache*

McCormack: “What’s up pussies!”

“McCormack, always a pleasure.”

McCormack: “ Oh it will be a pleasure tonight!”

“What!? Are you going to try and fuck me?”

McCormack: “Maybe I will rape you, but in a different kind of way. Rape you from your title.”

“Do you even know what rape means?”

McCormack: “This great inviolate place will see the rape of Gator from his title.”

“Do you ever make sense or do you just talk in sound bites for a reason?”

McCormack: “Oh, the garden. I didn’t see you there. Your blandness blends in perfectly with that ugly couch.”

“You’re an interior designer too McCormack? See why you earned that title shot.”

McCormack: “I earned this title shot because I am the greatest wrestler ever to walk these halls!”

“Yeah, now the greatest wrestler to walk these halls is sweating all over my carpet. You want a towel or a bucket?”

McCormack: “Joke now Gator, because soon you will no longer be able to joke with a broken jaw.”

“Hey McCormack, why don’t you tell us the story about how you shit yourself when Gator’s dad almost threw you through a wall.”

*McCormack looks at Hernandez with an evil stare*

“Oh, that’s a good story. You stepped on his foot and he started to choke you. Must have squeezed that bullshit out of your mouth and down another hole.”

McCormack: “We’ll settle this later Gator-“
“Nice rhyme.”
McCormack: “in the ring, without your boyfriend.”

*McCormack walks away slowly*

“Good comeback . Hope the greatest wrestler this place has ever seen makes it to the world’s greatest toilets in time.”

*The pair shake their heads and continue drinking*

“He’s a good wrestler but by God he is an awful talker.”

“All bite, no bark I guess.”

“You’re only as strong at the words you speak Gator.”

“Ha, thanks Dr. Hernandez.”

“Haha, my pleasure. Now that will be a million dollars.”

"Fuck you! I know you'll give me free sessions anyway."

"Doubtful."

*A young asian woman walks into the room*

"Mr. Gator! Mr. Woods would like to speak with you."

"Now?"

*The woman nods and leaves the room. Gator finishes his beer*

"Well, this is going to be good."



TO BE CONTINUED...