*The camera fades from black to a hallway. Todd holding the camera quickly walks down the hall, passing various crew members and wrestlers getting ready for tonight. Todd gets closer to a fire exit door ajar; he pushes the door open and is immediately blinded by the Hawaiian sun. Todd turns the camera to his left, where we see Gator leaning up against the wall of the Stan Sherriff Center smoking a cigarette. Gator nods at Todd and motions that his lips are zipped, he turns away and laughs to himself*

T: “Hey, sorry to bother you but they want you in there in five minutes.”

*Gator flicks the cigarette away from him and turns, revealing a black t-shirt scrunched up in his other hand. Gator walks toward Todd and hands him the t-shirt, he pats Todd on the shoulder and walks through the fire doors. Todd stops following Gator with the camera and turns his attention to the t-shirt wrapped up into a ball. Todd holding the camera with his right arm and unfurls the t-shirt with his left. The t-shirt unravels in Todd’s outstretched hand, showing a black t-shirt with the words*

I COULD NOT MASTER GATOR’S MIND :’(

*Todd laughs under his breath and the footage quickly ends showing promotions of tonight’s Warfare*