Gator stands still in the hall where we left him, stood in shock as he stares at Todd being possessed by the recently departed LH Harrison.

"The fuck man!?"

"That's how you say hello to an old friend?"

"When he's possessing my cameraman, yes. But seriously, what the fuck!?"

"Haha, sorry but it's the only way I could think of to get to you."

"You could have picked a better ... Vessel."

"I thought it would be easiest to pick one that was... familiar to you."

The front door opens and Scarlett and Better Todd covered in snow. The chubby Bulldog shakes off the snow and runs to Gator demanding attention as Scarlett closes the door and removes her coat.

SCARLETT: "Hey! ... What's going on?"

Gator stops patting Better Todd as the chubby English Bulldog runs up to LH/Todd sniffing at him but still wnating some attention as LH/Todd crouches and strokes him.

"Hey princess. You remember LH Harrison?"

SCARLETT: "Of course, poor guy. Why?"

"You want to say hello to him?"

SCARLETT: "What?"

LH/Todd looks up from Better Todd.

"Hello, Scarlett. Nice to finally meet you."

SCARLETT: "... I need a drink."

"Jagermesiter's in the freezer."

Scarlett walks down the hall and kisses Gator on his masked cheek while passing him, she avoids LH/Todd as she goes into the living room.

SCARLETT: "C'mon Churchill."

The dog tilts his head but doesn't move.

SCARLETT: *sigh* "C'mon Better Todd."

The dog pants and walks into the living room, Scarlett shoots Gator a look.

SCARLETT: "I hate you."

She leaves the pair alone.

"Love you too beautiful!"

LH/Todd gets to his feet and looks back at Gator.

"She's quite the catch."

"I know. So, why are you here?"

"Because we're tag partners? Didn't you want to meet up?"

"Duh, I know that. I mean, why are you here."

"To help you out, duh."

"Help me out? How?"

"I'm going to help you see how bad it is when you push yourself to the limits."

"Huh deja vu. Did you not see my future self trying to teach me the same lesson? I know, don't go overboard on stuff."

"No, you clearly don't. It's all good and well to tell someone why they should change, but I'm going to one up that."

Gator seems confused as LH/Todd walks towards him and places a hand on his shoulder.

"... You coming onto me LH?"

And with that, the duo vanish into thin air. Scarlett peaks her head through the living room door to see both men gone.

SCARLETT: "Why can't I just be happy with a normal guy."

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[Maishimi Arena. Osaka, Japan]
[21st December, 2011]
[Late Night]

The pair appear in an empty arena apart from a wrestling ring, ramp and stage. J-Pro banners hanging next to the large tron. It's deadly silent as the two men stand in the ring.

"... The fuck? Is... Are we in Osaka?"

"Yes. December twenty-first, twenty eleven."

Gator stops looking around the arena and stops still, he clenches his fist and turns his head towards LH.

"You fucking asshole."

"Why this day? Why does this day stand out more than the others?"

"You fucking brought me here, you should know."

"Heh, just answer the question. It'll help, trust me."

"... Well, we'll see won't we. Fuck, it feels like forever since I've been here."

"Do you ever miss J-Pro?"

"Sometimes. I liked the crowds better, but it felt more small scale compared to XWF. Smaller roster, more gimmicks than sense. But, it was home for a long time. Did you ever watch a J-Pro show?"

"No, honestly I had never even heard of J-Pro before I knew you."

"Not much of a surprise. We were a small organisation, never left Osaka. Never left this arena. But by god we worked fucking hard, every last one of us. We worked our asses off to put on a good show, to put up a good fight..."

Gator stops talking as he hears people talking from up the ramp. From behind the curtain, Eddie Woods, a mountain of man walks out conversing with his son, Gator. They walk down the ramp towards the ring. Gator is wrapped in bandages around his ribs, Eddie looks in peak condition. Both in their wrestling gear and masks similar in design and wrestling tights and boots. This was before Gator adopted the suit we see him in today.

EDDIE: "Would you stop whining!"

GATOR: "Whining, really? Explaining that my fucking ribs are broken is whining?"

EDDIE: "Well you are. Woods' don't complain, they get injure and they get back up and yell-"

GATOR: "-Fuck you! I'm going to come back stronger and destroy every fibre of your body for trying to injure me. I know dad."

EDDIE "Don't back talk me lad."

"What an asshole."

GATOR: "Asshole."

EDDIE: "What was that!?"

GATOR: "Nothing. Let's just get this over with."

Younger Gator and his father get to the apron and enter the ring walking through Gator and LH as they stand in the centre of the ring and face off.

"Ugh, that felt weird."

"You get used to it."

EDDIE: "I'm not going to hold back. Your opponent tomorrow won't."

GATOR: "I know."

EDDIE: "Do you? Just because you're injured doesn't mean you can't do your best. I need you to push yourself. Be the best! No excuses."

GATOR: "I got it. I'll do what I always do, kick ass."

EDDIE: "That's my boy."

The pair square off and start to grapple, throwing heavy punches and grappling one another as LH and present Gator look on.

"So. This is what was so important to remember?"

"Just wait for it.... I was pissed off with him here, more than I think I've ever been. Not just because he expected me to wrestle with my body as fucked up as it was, but there was something else...."

"Go on."

"Heh. We went out, me and Henry, my best friend at the time. Osaka is great in the winter time, it's all lit up and everyone does their best to make the clubs and bars look as great as possible, and when it snows it fucking snows. But it makes the place look better somehow. So, me and Henry decide to go out for a drink, we walk around grab a bite to eat and head up to one of the bars, this big fancy joint, I forget the name but they treat you like royalty once you pay the entrance fee. We get in, can barely move for people, we drink and dance with some Asian girls and who do I see in a corner booth but my fucking dad with his face is some chicks tits snorting coke."

"Really?"

"No shit. He starts making out with this slut, by the way he's a fucking married man, so I see him and I'm pissed. Both emotionally and pissed as in drunk off my ass; so I walk over to him and I punch him in the face."

"What happened next?"

Eddie throws Gator against the turnbuckle and sprints towards him delivering a hellish clothesline, knocking Gator to the mat. Eddie speaks with every stomp to the ribs of the injured Gator.

EDDIE: "C'mon Jacob! You wanna be a big man? Get up before I break your damn ribs all over again you son of a bitch!"

"He didn't flinch when I hit him. I hurt him but he didn't show it, he grabbed me by the throat and slammed me through the table he was sat at, and I went numb. Pins and needles ran through my body and I couldn't move. The bouncers came round and grabbed my sorry ass and threw me out the club into the gutter, while my father sat and drank with his whore... Thank god Henry was there or else I wouldn't have been able to go to the hospital."

"He broke your ribs? ... What a great father you have."

"Tell me about it. But that wasn't enough, he needed this display to pour salt on the wounds."

EDDIE: "Get up! Get the fuck up!"

Younger Gator groans in pain, unable to get to his feet. His father shakes his head and nails him with one final kick to the head.

EDDIE: "Pathetic. You need to get motivated Jacob. You want to start a fight be ready to fucking finish it."

Eddie leaves his son unconscious in the ring as he leaves back up the ramp. LH and present Gator look at the crippled body in front of them.

"I went into the match the next night. Just to prove my dad that what he did was nothing I couldn't handle. I barely survived that match."

"You almost got paralyzed. The amount you did in that match, nobody should have done that. It was stupid Gator."

"I know. Trust me I know ... Okay, I see what you're getting at. Can we please just get out of here?"

"Sure thing buddy."

And with that the pair disappear and the footage fades to black.