*Todd is seen looking into the camera, cleaning the lens with a cloth, his pudgy nose is bandaged and he has two black eyes. A small smile is seen on Todd’s face, he looks pleased with his cleaning work. Todd gets up and places the camera over his shoulder; he walks out of the small room into a long hallway, passing members of staff and other competitors getting ready for tonight. Todd walks down the hall and goes through a fire exit, the sunlight is blinding and the noise of Miami’s busy streets is a little overwhelming, to his right Gator is leaning up against a wall smoking a cigarette, Gator is wearing his full wrestling attire. Gator looks at Todd and the camera and gives a slight nod, he throws the cigarette butt to the ground and stamps it out.*

T: “Sorry to disturb you Mr. Gator but I was wondering if there were a few words you wanted to say before your match.”

*Gator doesn’t respond, he just stares at the ground.*

T: “Mr. Gator?”

“August 4th, 2011.”

T: “What?”

“August 4th 2011. My first singles title match in J-Pro. I was 19 and it was for the JPWF Signature Championship against this guy called Tiger Makasaki. He was a favourite back in Japan but was getting slower and fatter over time, he had 20 plus years of experience under his belt, nine time Signature champ, five time former World Champ, two time former Undisputed Champ and now he’s in the J-Pro Hall of Fame. He was a fucking killer in the ring, if he got you in his Tiger Armbar, you would have tapped out no matter who you were. I had a lot of respect for him, shit, so did my dad, and he’s a stubborn bastard... Fuck man.”

*Gator grabs a lighter and another cigarette from a pack on top of a dumpster beside him. He lights it up and begins to smoke.*

“I was in J-Pro for just over a year when I had a shot of the Signature title, hell it’s not even that big of a deal to win it, but it was to me. My dad kept saying he would pull some strings and get me a shot at the World belt or the Undisputed belt, but I always said no, I wanted to do it myself not take the easy way out... I’m a stubborn fuck just like him. Yeah he got me into the fed as soon as I turned eighteen but that was all the help I needed, I did everything else on my own.”

T: “So... Did you win?”

“Yeah I won. He was going for the armbar, so I headbutted him, heh, broke the poor old bastard’s nose; he put his hands to his face like ‘what the fuck man!’ So I grabbed his arm, pulled him in, threw him up into the air, caught him, Disaster Drop and it was over. I remember every single face in the front row some sad, others angry, some cheering. The ref called for the bell and held my hand into the air as the fans threw streamers into the ring... Why the fuck am I remembering this now?”

T: “Well, maybe it’s because that was you’re big chance you know? Everyone just saw you as Eddie ‘The Disaster’ Woods’ son and probably everyone thought the only reason you were wrestling in Japan was to be like your dad. When you won that match, you proved yourself to be your own man. Just like tonight, you’re gonna go and prove yourself again.”

*Gator stares at Todd for a few seconds.*

“Why the hell are you being so nice to me? I’ve been acting like a piece of shit ever since I walked into this place, especially to you! What the fuck do you want!? You want me to say thanks? You want to be friends and spoon in bed or some shit! I don’t need your fucking sympathy! Haha I can’t believe you’re comparing a title shot in J-Pro to a fucking fatal four way with Ben Bones, Reeve and Tommy Wish! Are you actually that fucking Todd!?”

T: “Hey man I’m sorry, I was just trying to help.”

“I don’t want your fucking help! All I want you to do is keep your mouth shut, and hold that camera steady. And delete that last part.”

*Todd puts the camera down and places his hand over the lens*


*The camera pans up from darkness to a view of the ocean the sun lower in the sky than before, the camera turns to the right showing Gator sitting on the edge of a pier, he is a few feet away. Gator is still in his wrestling gear, he is looking out at the waves, smoking again. He lets out a large puff of smoke that’s carried away with the cool breeze, he takes in a deep breath of air and exhales before turning to the camera.*

“I’ve been here about a week and I’ve ran my mouth like a mother fucker, I’ve talked shit about my opponents and I’ve even burnt down a house trying to scare the sons of bitches. I’m done with all trash talk about them... For now. I’m going to be real with you guys, not Ben Bones since I honestly believe he’s lived up to his name and turned into a pile of bones, I mean fucking seriously man, you have nothing to say this whole week? No point to prove or anything? Fuck you! Why the hell are you still in this company? ... I’m getting off topic, sorry.”

“Tommy Wish, you are one bad-ass, nasty fucker. I mean that. I liked how you’ve acknowledged the fact that I will be the last man standing in this match, that’s true, but you’re going to give me the beating of a life-time? Nuh-uh, I’ve gone through hell in Deathmatches and walked out just peachy, no matter how big and scary you are, I’ve buried bigger and scarier. I have to say Wish, you have impressed me, you joined this game a little late but you kicked your way in and told me to shut the fuck up, I like that. Seriously though, you impressed me and I hope you’re still as agile in the ring too. Oh, by the way I know you wanted a match with some grizzly bear but instead you got thrown into the ring with a gator... Sucks to be you man.”

“Reeve Alexandra Gordon you are one weird, psychedelic brother, rawk on you crazy cat! Forgive the sarcasm. Reeve, I don’t know what to say about you... I think I’ve said all I can. You don’t give up though, you keep saying that things are gonna change, you’re going to change but as far as I can tell you’re still the same, apart from all the surgery, changing your face just so you can steal bits and pieces from someone else’s work. Making a straight up mockery of wrestling in general and the good boys and girls that work day in and day out, you’re a joke Reeve, you always have been. So this is some advice, and this ain’t your run of the mill advice, this is some grade A quality, 100% genuine good Gator advice, nothing will change in this world if you keep changing, you have to change the world, not yourself. Stick with what you know, what will work, not incoherent dribble. Your words reflect your quality as a wrestler; you’re going to remain bottom of the barrel horse shit if you carry on down this road. As for your actual wrestling capabilities... I can’t help you; I’ve seen fish flopping on the deck of a boat that pull off better moves than you.”

T: “I thought you said you were done with trash talking?”

"I didn’t say I was going to stop being an asshole.”

*Todd lets out a sigh of exhaustion while Gator smiles briefly at him. Gator’s smile disappears as he turns to the ocean*

“I will prove myself, I will walk into my debut match and I will walk out like nothing has happened and nothing has changed; I'm not sure why I keep saying that, I'm not sure whether I'm saying it to myself, my opponents or the people at home, it doesn't matter anymore, it's a fucking lie anyway. I'm going to walk into my debut match, I'm going to win and things are going to change in a big way for everyone involved. That’s all I gotta say. Reeve, Wish, Bones, good luck tonight. You’re going to need it.”

*Gator throws his cigarette into the water below and gets up; he starts to walk away down the pier. The footage ends as clips promoting this Thursday Warfare play.*