Maverick sat at the airport, waiting for his flight to land so he can get to the site of this coming Warfare, Perth, Australia. Maverick heard that one of the camera men he recently bought off to get footage of his opponents training to help him out for strategy was coming over here to deliver some footage of Todd and Gator. He should be here in about...

"Boss?" Now.

Maverick breathed a sigh of relief, then sat up. "Finally, your here. My pilot should be here in about 15 minutes. Hand me the disk, and we can go over to the plane."

"Yes sir." The cameraman complied, handing Maverick the disk, then they went out their gate to their own private runway, where their plane was just landing.

"Right on schedule." The young strategist muttered to himself, boarding the plane with one of his cameramen. Maverick read the disk, labeled 'Todd and Gator vs. The World.' Remembering about that title vaguely being similar to a movie, Maverick inserted the disk into his personal laptop and went into his DVD Player app.

Maverick watched with apparent interest in the beginning, but it was quickly dwindling down as it turns out it's about Gator trying to kill some exes of some overly clingy bitch, with Todd's match against him vaguely mentioned at times. The only vital piece of info Maverick found is that Gator may or may not be training Todd for this match, something he has not done before, though odds were stacking into him training Todd, since Gator was bored out of his mind, and Todd managed to convince the bitch, implied to be Gator's current girlfriend (Tch. How fitting.) to talk to Gator about him training Todd for our match. He shook his head, then ejected the disk.

The Avatar of Perfection looked to his right, where his cameraman was sitting at, then asked, "Are you certain this is all?"

The cameraman nervously responded, "Yes, sir, all I could find at the moment. Unfortunately, we found the Television Champion to be a bit....."

"Paranoid?" I completed.

"Yes, that's the word. Everytime we feel like we're close to gathering something very important, that bastard snuffs us out by finding a random hidden camera, whether it be on their luggage, Todd's cap, or even what they refer to as their 'man- purses.'"

"Bastard," I said. "The idiots must have known what I had planned in mind and took care to stack the odds in their favor, or Gator just has some wannabe Spider- Sense." Did I want to do this? Well, I had no choice. They were referring to me as if I'm nothing. Yeah, I'll show 'em what for. "Get out your camera," I said. "Time to cut a promo."

15 minutes later....

"Listen up, Todd. Gator. You probably think I'm nothing, I'm just some rookie who can't even wrestle his way out of a wet paper bag, right? Hell no. I've had the greatest training money can buy, training under the likes of William Regal, Lance Storm, and many others. Meanwhile, Todd has had help on quite a few of his matches. Let's go back to the Warfare back on September 10th, where you teamed with the Crimson Mask against Woeful and Manu. Woeful betrayed Manu, and then Woe got blasted by Tommy Gunn, giving you and Crimson an easy win, while meanwhile at points in the match, you were content with chowing down on ice cream outside the ring while Crimson was getting his face pounded in, and even after you came in to save him, he still had to save you as you were choking on fucking ice cream. This also brings me into my next point. If ANYONE interferes in my match, be it Gator, be it Gunn, be it Gilmour, Angelus, Eli, whoever the fuck it is, I will make it a point to interfere in your match and cost you it, so be wise and stay out of it, yeah? Oh, and Gator? Don't get attached to that bitch for too much longer, she may not be around for tomorrow." Grinning wildly like always, the camera faded out to black.