*Gator stands in his living room, hanging a small framed picture of him and Socrates shaking hands after his title win. He stands there for a moment making sure the picture is straight; he turns around with a smile under his mask. He steps towards the large couch and takes a seat next to the Television title. Todd sits a few feet away filming Gator*

T: “Why does the belt get couch privileges over me?”

“Because it’s worth more than you, you should be thankful the title doesn’t get to ride in the passenger’s seat instead of you.”

T: “Did you really have to buy a baby seat for it though?”

“No. That was more of a joke. The baby seat was originally for our watermelon baby. But, it went to waste after that horrible incident at the zoo.” *sniff*

*Gator pretends to sob for a few seconds while taking a cigarette out of a carton on the arm of the couch*

T: “Yes, the horrible incident were you tripped me and made everyone believe my baby exploded from my womb.”

“Swagmire thought it was funny.”

T: “Swagmire is also a horrible racist!”

“Doesn’t mean he hasn’t got a sense of humour.”

*Todd scoffs as Gator relaxes back on the couch, lighting the cigarette expelling smoke from his mouth*

“I think we should go out tonight.”

T: “On a Monday?”

“... I think we should go out at the weekend. Not a date or anything, but just relax, chill out, party a little. You know I haven’t gotten laid in 3 weeks!?”

T: “I haven’t had sex in 3 years... And it only half counted.”

“What does that even mean? Never mind. I don’t want to know. It’s a good thing I’m training you to be a wrestler, a small percentage of girls and a lot of grateful males dig wrestlers.”

T: “Grateful males?”

“If that’s what you’re into man. Me, I’m all for equal rights for homosexuals, but I’m not dipping my hot dog into a chocolate donut.”

T: “What???”

*Gator begins to speak but is interrupted by a message tone. He takes the phone from his pocket and reads the message. His eyes scan the screen*

“Huh.”

*Gator puts the phone away*

“There's a big battle royale on Madness.”

T: “And?”

“The winner gets a shot at my title.”

T: “Oh. Who’s in the match?”

“Mazzy, LH Harrison, a fat bald cry baby and a bunch of other dudes and a girl, maybe. Not being insulting here, I wish them all the best of luck. As long as they show me some respect, I won’t kill them.”

T: “Anything else?”

“I’m in a match against Where’s Wally.”

T: “You mean Waldo?”

“In Britain we call him Wally.”

T: “In Canada we call a ski cap a toque.”

“That’s just fucked up.”

*Gator puts his feet on the coffee table in front of him and continues smoking, scrolling on his phone*

“Wally’s started communicating with a voice in his head.”
“...” *Gator sets the phone down*
“Well. I’m on the right path to success.”

T: “Wally’s a goof, but don’t underestimate him. He can be anywhere.”

*Gator looks at Todd, confused*

“What? Really!?”

T: “Well yeah. I mean maybe... Actually I don’t know. Maybe I should research him more instead of looking at his tagline on the site..”

*Gator stands to his feet he paces over to Todd and places his hand on his shoulders. The cigarette in Gator’s mouth centimetres away from the camera lens*

“Do you know what this means!? He could be in this very room... Watching us. Waiting!”

T: “Doctor Hernandez was right. You are paranoid.”

“PARANOID LIKE A FOX!"

T: “I’m honestly surprised you didn’t say ‘paranoid like a gator.’”

*Gator releases his grasp from Todd*

“That would have been better. Oh well, TODD! I can’t let Wally steal my title!”

T: “Is your match for the belt?”

“No. But he can take it any time he wants with his powers of teleportation.”

T: “Gator, I don’t know whether you’re joking about this or not.”

*Gator turns away from the camera and stands over his belt*

“I knew there were aliens and demons in this crazy fucking fed. But I’m fighting Nightcrawler! What in the hell am I walking into here?”

“Todd. We need to put a hold on your training for now; maybe some of the other guys in the XWF can help you out with training. Put you in some of their promos, give you solid advice” *Gator winks at the camera* “While I focus on fighting Wally.”

T: “You’re crazy.”

“Am I Todd? Am I? Maybe I’m the only sane one here.”

T: “No. You’ve lost it man.”

*Gator grabs the TV title and throws it over his shoulder*

“Come on. We need to go to a library.”

T: “Why?”

*Gator turns back to the camera and pauses for dramatic effect*

“We’re going to find Wally.”