Twas a night like any other in old Boston town,
Forced poetry a plenty to cool every down.
Because it's not a Christmas story without half assed rhymes,
And a soft spoken narrator, oh snap, look at the time.

It's almost 9pm as we go to the Woods house, where we see our friends,
And a special holiday argument coming to an end.

"You can't put chocolate on the Christmas tree Todd, you stupid twat!"

Gator yelled at the man child in the black beanie hat.

T: "Sure you can Gator. It's a tradition at my home."

"Get the chocolate away from the tree before I crack your dome!"

T: "Why the hostility?" Todd curiously asked.

"Fuck you that's why!" Replied the man who is always masked.

T: "But I don't understand, what's the big deal? It's fun treat to eat after our Christmas meal!"

"It will melt that's why, if you want chocolate buy an Advent calender."

Calender? Are you trying to make my job harder you wannabe Frontbencher?

T: "A what?"

Asked the Canadian in the black beanie hat.

"Oh fuck you, I'm tired of this shit. I'm gonna go outside for a little bit."

And with that Gator walked out the door, leaving Todd with the tree to adore.
Gator walked into the snow and searched for his cigs, but all he could find was tiny Christmas tree twigs.
He huffed in annoyance as he looked to his car.

"Why is the Camaro's door left ajar?"

Smoke flows through the space between the car's door, it appears Gator found the cigarettes he was looking for.
He creeps ever closer to inspect the situation, as I wonder how much longer I can carry this rhyming narration.

"Who the fuck is in there? Don't you steal my car, don't you even fucking dare!"

"No need to worry." The voice calmly said "We can talk, I'm in no hurry."

Gator opens the car door with a creak, and sees the man willing to speak.
Our hero reels back in shock as he see the man.

"Holy fuck what the shit goddamn!"

The moonlight hits the stranger just right, now it's easy to see why Gator had a fright.


"Is this some kind of joke? I'm not a fan of the humour."

"This isn't a joke, I'm you from the future."

"Ha, I call bullshit, you're just some crazed fan."

"I'm telling the truth; I'm you, man."

Future Gator slides out of the car offering Gator a smoke,
Our hero accepts, lighting it and taking a toke.
The men look at each other same size and height,
They sound the same too, must be a coincidence right?

"This is insane!"

"Arguing this point is completely inane."

"So in the future I change my suit?"

"It's the future man, silver and black is always a hoot."

"Can you somehow prove that you're actually me?"

"We hate spoilers, I can't tell you what will be."

"You're right, but anything at all?"

"I have the keys to the Camaro, that clue is small."

"In the future I still have this piece of shit?"

"No you sell it to Frodo, I borrowed the keys for a bit."

"Okay, but why are you here and why now?"

Future Gator sighed and lowered his brow.

"Something important happens this week that I want to stop, it involves a lot of shit and maybe the cops."

"What? Okay, so what do I need to know?"

"Firstly, let's get out of the snow."

And with that the two Gator's return to inside,
What other secrets is Future Gator trying to hide?
The front doors closes as we see through a small crack,
And the two Gators begin to talk as the scene fades to black.

Apologies, we didn't mean to be rude, but this story is to be continued...

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"What's up fuckers? So, we got this Iris chick who seems legit nice. I honestly have zero beef with you, how are you? LH can probably focus on you for the most part but then we got this bitch Davids."

"The fuck is up Steve? Long time no see, you're probably super bitter about me kicking your ass and taking that belt. Sadly, I don't have it at this moment in time, got took off me by that cunt Kirk MacClay. But, I know I can get it back any time I want, because I'm that fucking good, I've proven that I'm better than you at the very least. Beat you, took the TV title from you, held it longer, defended it more and I didn't lose it technically. Now, I know what you're going to say, The Brotherhood got involved and cost you the belt. Yeah, like fucking Heyman tried to make me or Socrates not pin your sorry ass. An eye for an eye man."

"But I'm gonna wait this shit out, all I need to do is wait for you to open your dumb fucking mouth and history will repeat itself. Iris, if she doesn't have anything bad to say about me, I don't have anything to say about her. Because I'm a fucking gentleman."

"But, there is another thing I need to do, name the weapons used in Lane versus Frodo. I went to bed and just couldn't sleep, thinking of stupid shit I could put in this match and here's what I came up with."

"One. A candy cane fashioned into a shiv."

"Two. A fucking Bo staff. Like some crazy martial art shit, I want to see Frodo try and wield something three times the size of him."

"Three. A reindeer antler!"

"And lastly, a sack of smashed barbels and other pointy Christmas tree decorations."

"I think that's it, but I want another thing added on to these. I want all the weapons raised six foot and five inches off the mat. That way, Frodo will never reach them and Lane can grab them with ease, plus it'll be hilarious to see Frodo try to jump up and grab one, his little legs struggling to get that chubby hobo off the ground. Iceman ... Maverick... Do this and I will stop the insults, I will let you be, fuck I'll even give you some xbux for making this happen. But if you don't do it, I'll make your life even worse than it is now. Shit, I will make your life worse than Davids' life after I'm done with him."

"That's all for now, Merry Christmas you filthy animals."