*The camera springs to life opening up to the view of a large room filled with gym equipment and a sparring ring. The camera is focused on the ring in the middle of the room, a few men and women are using the gym equipment, but the camera and a small audience are fixed on three familiar figures wrestling in the ring. We join in the middle of the action as we see Gator, Socrates and Kyle Star, all in their wrestling gear, practicing for Wednesday Warfare. Kyle Star is looking quite beaten near the corner and tired as Socrates smiles at him from the opposite end standing next to Gator cracking his knuckles. Socrates dashes towards Star and delivers a running kick to the gut sending Kyle into the turnbuckle, Star bounces off the corner from the impact as Gator runs in and throws him up with a Flapjack as Socrates is kneeling behind sending Star’s face into Socrates’ knee. The small crowd gathered at ring side cheer; Kyle’s nose is gushing blood at this point as he lies twitching on the mat; Gator and Socrates nod at each other as the crowd clap in rhythm and slap their hands on the apron, egging on Gator and The Greek to end this now vicious assault. Gator grabs Star’s hair and lifts him to his feet, a groggy Kyle Star is quickly Irish whipped pass Socrates into the ropes; Star rebounds off and runs towards a kneeling Socrates who springs upwards with his fist to ‘The Instant Classics’ jaw. With a hard looking Hades’ Curse, Star’s most likely unconscious body twists as it flies high into the air away from Socrates. Gator who has ran into position to catch the falling Star jumps and falls back delivering the Disaster Drop! Star’s body is motionless on the mat, Gator kips up to a chorus of cheers from the small crowd, he congratulates Socrates with a fist bump and the pair grab a bottle of water each from one of the corners and sit on the apron facing the camera. The crowd thinking they witnessed a murder disperse some passing Gator and Socrates giving praise and shaking their hands. Gator and the Greek speak to one another but it is unclear what is said due to noise from the passing crowd. Once the crowd is out of the view, Gator and Socrates look into the camera. Socrates smiles showing his pearly whites and sips from his bottle of purified water as Gator lights a cigarette and rests the pack of Marlboro beside him on the apron*

“So Todd you going to give me that hundred bucks yet?”

T: “Technically we got here today at 2 in the morning so neither of us won the bet.”

“Excuses, excuses. Pay up by tomorrow or I’ll sell your body on one of New York’s busy streets.”

T: “But that’s not fa-“

“Gentlemen, this is not how I imagined our first promo together would go. Can we get this train back onto the tracks?”

“Back on track, Socrates. But you’re right, hey Proxy, Reigns and Ryback, if your still alive. Did you like our practice session? You see that’s what a team that actually works together looks like.”

“Not some so called team that acts like squabbling children.”

“Socrates my friend, shall we get down to brass tacks?

“I think we shall”

“Fantastic. Okay let’s start off with what Mr. Proxy has been talking about. He’s been going through each of our promos, picking out bits so that he can make a snide remark. I would like to start with the alligator imagery, I like how you only showed the shit that happens to alligators but forgot to show anything about snakes being killed or whatever”

*Gator sticks the cigarette into his mouth and places the bottle on the apron; he raises his palm in the air and Todd behind the camera throws a phone to him. Gator catches the phone; it was a pretty nice catch too. Gator’s thumb swipes on the phone for a few seconds, he then faces the screen towards the camera which zooms in, focusing on the screen*

“Like this.”



“A snake being restrained having his venom removed. It looks so easy to do. And also I’d like to show you this.”



“You see. I tell you what let’s say snakes 1, gators 1. Except maybe one other thing. Socrates, do you mind being a mongoose?

*The camera zooms out showing both men sat on the apron*

“Excuse me?

“Just roll with it. You see Proxy, mongooses... Mongeese? Attack and kill deadly cobras on a daily bases. Yes the snakes fight back and sometimes survive but not always. Alligators kill and devour snakes when they’re hungry and bigger, better prey isn’t available, this happens fairly often. Pythons, anacondas and other very large snakes eating gators and crocodiles whole, truly is an incredible sight, but rarely happens. You see the point I’m trying to make? Snakes are great at dealing with small prey when they’re caught off guard, and they get lucky once every blue moon when facing a larger predator but a snake can never survive a head on attack from a Gator and a mongoose... Okay, I’m done with all the animal planet shit. Socrates?”

*Kyle Star is seen behind them crawling and falling out of the ring. Gator and Socrates do not notice*

“I’m not sure that I like being compared to a mongoose but for the sake of your analogy, I will allow it. Proxy, you say we bitch and moan about this match being a 2 on 3. I don’t think we did, we mentioned the fact that Mr. Star will most likely not join this fight and we mentioned it briefly, but clearly we are wrong. Kyle seems to be a man of few words but he is training with us, although we quote unquote bitched about him we are still a team. If you think we have bitched about our situation then what the hell are you two doing? Spitting insults at each other like schoolyard bullies, not realising that you need each other to win. You are both true fools.”

“We could both sit this fight out and watch you tear each other apart. Fuck, I can be a stupid asshole but I’m not being a self absorbed prick trying to bury the people I’m meant to work with. It’s like watching some terrible MTV ‘reality show’ with all the bitching and planned backstabbing to win some prize. It’s fucking dumb. Proxy you seem like a fairly intelligent human being, act like one.”

“May I share my opinion on something Proxy said about you?”

“Be my guest.”

“I’m sensing our opponents will make a silly remark about us being romantically involved about how friendly we are being with one another. But our opponents must know that teammates must be good friends in order to work properly together. Moving on, Proxy you said that Gator here sounds like John Cena and The Rock feuding in the WWE. I must say that you are indeed a fucking moron. That feud may have consisted of a constant back and forth using similar words and promises but those words were spoken by one of the biggest stars in WWE at the moment and one of the most entertaining wrestlers and one of the greatest speakers in the WWE ever. No matter what you think of the feud you still said Gator was able to harness the powers of one of the most famous names in wrestling John Cena and The Rock who is responsible for half of the greatest promos during WWE’s Attitude Era. You gave Gator one of the best compliments you can ever give a wrestler!”

“Thank you Socrates. And thank you Proxy, maybe after I kick your ass on Wednesday I’ll give you an autograph. Oh, and the shit about my little avatar/image on the XWF site? Seriously man? How thin are you trying to stretch things? That was just something a fan made and sent to me. It’s barely worth mentioning... I guess it’s more important than Todd.”

T: “Hey c’mon man.”

“Everyone else is mentioning you I thought I should too. Hey Proxy! How about Todd here and your friend the Troll have a match.”

“Who would like to see two fat paedophiles roll on the floor slapping at each other’s asses?”

“You’d be surprised.”

T: “I’m not fighting anyone! And I’m not a paedophile!”

“Shut up Todd! You’ll fight the Troll and you’ll win! Fuck it’ll be more entertaining than Proxy and Reigns having angry sex. Actually Proxy speaking of Troll; I did not troll you. I hate that word, can you break your little friend’s arm for saying that, we’re in a wrestling federation not on youtube or some fucking forum... I didn’t troll you; I made our deal known to world. If I was going to troll you I would have paid you to injure yourself by falling down a flight of stairs.”

“What else was there... Kyle Star what else was there!?”

*Gator and The Greek look to the ring looking for Star*

“Huh, he must of left. OH! Proxy mentioned your dick!

“He did? ... Oh yeah my boredom boner! You see, Reigns is so fucking boring-“

“You said his name wrong again. Proxy also said something about that.”

“That’s because I don’t respect him yet. He called his teammates the wrong names because he doesn’t respect them; I respect you so I call you by your actual name. Same with Proxy, I actually have some respect for a man who has won 2 matches, despite those wins not being earned on his own. What was I talking about? Oh yeah my dick, you see when I get so bored, my mind wanders and I think about the girls I fucked and the girls I want to fuck. I get so deep into these thoughts I end up getting an erection, it’s either that reason or it’s my dicks way of telling me I might pull a Frodo Smackins and rape Allan Reign...”

*The pair sit in silence for a few seconds as Socrates stares at Gator with a concerned expression*

“Disturbing. What about Aaron Reign?”

“What about him? Fuck we can leave it to Proxy to run him down, honestly I feel a tiny bit bad for him, he’s going into his debut match which he is going to be destroyed in, he has two opponents who are better than him in every single way, from promos to wrestling and then his teammate is ripping into his promos more than us! Shit, I wouldn’t be surprised if he doesn’t even show up for Warfare.”

“Agreed, maybe we should give the poor overweight man a break...”

*The two of them share a look and laugh; not a giggle but a full belly laugh. Gator throws down his cigarette as Socrates finishes his bottle of water, both men stop laughing and look towards the camera once more*

“Alright, good talk man. Right back to training, see you fuckers Wednesday. Kyle... Get your ass back in here!”

*Gator and Socrates stand up on the apron and enter the ring as they try to look for Kyle Star off in the distance. The footage fades to black*