*Complete blackness, only the sound of a car engine running, heavy breathing and the radio playing. The screech of the brakes, and footsteps coming closer, the trunk opens, Gator stands at the end of the car.*

"Hey Todd, I need to borrow your camera."

*Todd whimpers as Gator grabs the camera and slams the trunk shut, he sits back down in the drivers seat. He places the camera on the passengers seat and lights up a cigarette. Gator stares out onto the stretch of road.*

"Hey Reeve. Just caught your promo or whatever you want to call it... Not sure how I'm going to send this message out to you and the other two, but I'll find a way. I always find a way. Reeve I don't know what you were trying to say, and I may have took your words the wrong way, but I can guess you were trying to take the piss out of me, 'Deadpool 3;16' ... I like the sound of that, but I am not Deadpool, I am not the lovable & funny merc with a mouth. I am a person you do not want to fuck with, I am a person who will end another person's life just for looking at me the wrong way and you know what Reeve you just gave me a big fucking nasty look."

"So I'm just going to say what I want to say about my opponents. Ben Bones I don't know who you are, and I don't care about you. Our match might as well be a Triple Threat with a traffic cone in the ring, God knows it will be more entertaining than you. Secondly, Tommy Wish you have a foot fetish, I find that weird and disturbing but you should be happy because on Wednesday you're going to get my foot lodged up that mound of blubber you call an ass. Lastly Reeve or raYne or whatever, I don't know what the hell you are but you can't win this fight, so a word of advice, give up, go home and don't come back, enjoy your life as a retired washed up wrestler and remember the moment you almost fought the Walking Disaster, Gator."

"I've said this so many times to others and myself, I will prove myself, I will walk into my debut match and I will walk out like nothing has happened and nothing has changed... This sentence has become my mantra. When I first saw my opponents I honestly laughed, Ben Bones, Tommy Wish and Reeve Alexandra Gordon, a born loser, a fat mess and some shemale time lord, out of those three people I wouldn't of guessed that Reeve would be the one dumb enough to actual step up and call me out. Hahaheh I feel like I'm a fucking joke going into the ring with you, and I don't like that. So that is why I'm in this car right now, this is why I'm on this road, it's going to be a long drive but when I get to my destination, You will not want to mess with me again."

*Gator flicks, his cigarette out of the car window, picks up the camera and throws it back into the trunk with a sobbing Todd. The trunk closes and blackness.*