[Staples Arena, Los Angeles, CA]
[Defiance locker room]
[Soon after Monday Night Madness ends]

*Justin Sane sits in the Defiance locker room on a bench, out of his wrestling gear, now in his street clothes zips up his bag and checks his phone. He lifts his head from the screen when he hears a familiar voice singing loudly down the hall*

"Push it over baby, we're making looooooove unto you!"

*Sane throws his phone to the side as Gator strolls through the open door, TV title over his shoulder, his suit looking worn and blood on his gloves, holding a plastic bag with a pool of blood with something squishy that should be attached to Vinnie Lane*

"Gator."

*Gator points at Sane bobbing his head still singing*

"Get back, get back we're rollin! Get back, get back mother fucker!"

"Gator!"

"What? You not a fan of my theme music or something?"

"What the fuck happened tonight?"

"I won! Didn't you see? Hey well done in your match too, knew you could do it man."

"Thanks. Wait, I meant why the hell did you do that to Lane? I thought he was your friend."

"Oh, you mean the dick thing. Yeah... He'll get over it."

*Gator takes a seat on a bench to the side of Sane. He places the plastic bag to his left and his belt to his right as he starts to remove his boots*

"He'll get over it!? Gator, I really don't think he will. You're lucky you haven't been arrested for that shit! You could get fired! Lane could kill you! I would if someone ever tried to do tha-"

"You wanna see it?"

*Sane freezes in place as Gator rests his arms on his knees, one boot off*

"Excuse me?"

"You wanna see it? It's pretty neat."

"It's pretty neat!?!?"

"Mmhmm."

"I-I don't even know what to say- What are you doing?"

*Sane stops his sentence as Gator looks at his blood stained glove and sniffs it, before raising his mask a little and sucking the blood of his finger. Sane reels back in horror and disgust*

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!!!?"

*Gator pauses with his index finger in his mouth and pops it out, straightening his mask and looking at Sane*

"... What?"

"You know what you sick fuck!"

*Gator chuckles and pick up the plastic bag, flinging it at Sane's feet*

"Take a look."

*Justin exchanges glances between Gator and the bag, horror stuck on his face. His hand goes near the bag but he hesitates as he stares at Gator, who seems unusually calm. Justin uses his fingers to flick the bag so he can peek inside. He stares down at the contents*

"The hell?"

*Sane reaches into the bag and pulls out a fairly realistic looking dildo, soaked in the 'blood'*

"It's fake."

"Yup."

"And the blood?"

"Ketchup. Delicious, delicious ketchup."

*Sane inspects the dildo before tossing it back into the bag. He chuckles*

"It was all fake?"

"Me kicking Lane's ass wasn't fake but the dick cutting was."

"Ha. Why?"

*Gator pulls off his other boot and looks at Sane*

"Pest wanted Lane's dick for his fucking crown. He promised twenty thousand for it. I told Vinnie in private, we worked something out and once I sell that to Pest, we split the profit. Fifty fifty."

*Sane laughs, a full belly laugh as Gator seems smug, laughing along*

"Hahahahaha! Gator you son of a bitch. Smart."

"I'm not just a pretty mask."

*The pair chuckle again. And the scene fades to black*


"Sup sweetcheeks."

"So, Morbid fucking Angel. Oh how the mediocre have fallen. You're a former Universal champion because Azrael Erebus was too high or was distraught that he had to face you that he barely put up a fight against you. You won on a fluke, you held the belt for a month and sat on your fucking ass doing nothing, just looking at this fucking belt you don't deserve, getting fatter, just looking at this belt that no one could believe you won. Then, it happens. You finally have a fucking title defense and you fuck it up! Royally fucked it up, you tried harder to defend that belt then you did trying to win it and Eli James slaughtered you. Now you are here. Trying to steal my belt like you stole Peter's dick. Difference is, trying to steal my belt is much, much harder."

"So! Let's go down the list shall we and see that trash talk is not Morbidly Obese's strongest suit. You really believed I cut off Lane's dick? Wow, I made that shit look professional if I got the self proclaimed cock slicing master believing it. Haha, and you think you started it? Bitch please, everybody and there mothers has watched that shit on the WWE were Kai En Tai try to chop off Val Venis' dick. You think you started that shit? They tried to do it in the late nineties, didn't work out but they fucking tried. You actually stole an idea from late nineties RAW. Well fucking done you stupid cunt. What's next? You gonna originate the Bop It? Will Morbid Angel become the self proclaimed master of fucking Furbies?"

"What next? Oh the W.G.W.F thing. Yeah, I would have brought that up if I released another promo. But, the damage was done and I already won. Also, Lane said that a few years ago. Are you honestly trying to say that Lane, from two thousand and five, knew he was going to be in a promo ten years later and know about W.G.W.F so he could mention them? Because that is . You are . Everyone who listened to you suggest that is now a little more . Well done, you unbelievable . Also, did you know there can be other feds with the same name? There is or was another XWF, Xcitement Wrestling Federation. Google it. I'm sure there's a chance that when that was filmed with Lane, there was another W.G.W.F. Fucking open your mind a little will you."

Morbid Angel Said:I can’t say that I really like you that much

"I can't say that I give a fuck if you like me or not. I never gave a single fuck about you until now quite frankly, and the only reason I do care is because I'm forced to deal with you."

Angel Morbid Said: you strike me as one of those mother fuckers that really want to just be funny and not really take shit as serious as they can.

"Oh, why whatever gave you that idea? Prick..... A man's face does indeed tell a lot of things. Hence why I'm so good at poker. So, with what you're saying here, it sounds like someone has never lied to you really. Like, I wear a mask so therefore you shouldn't trust me but if someone didn't wear a mask they must be a cool trustworthy guy right!? Hey Angel, do you just give your wallet to kind non-mask wearing strangers? Fuck you! You fucking mask racists disgust me! I don't hide from any truths, I'm a pretty honest guy, unless it comes to tricking pedophiles then I lie to their faces. But, here is what I consider, one of the dumbest lines I have ever fucking heard in my life."

Angid Morbel Said:How do we know that Rod and Todd are actually real people and not just some hired actors?

"Wow. Now I have heard some stupid shit in my time but that! That is one great fucking contender for dumb cunt line of the year. But you're right Morbid! How do we know they're real people!? How do we know that you're really a wrestler? How about Harrison's family? Were they actors too? Did you pretend to kill a family? Yeah, I guess you did since we can go about calling everyone fake and an actor in a fucking business which we have to constantly prove is not fake. Congratulations you dumb fucking idiot cunt. With this stupid fucking line you've set back almost all the work we've done to prove that what we do is real! Thank you, oh Morbid God. You stupid bitch! ... No, they are not fucking actors, they are as real as you and me."

"A man who hides everything even his sexual encounters.... I don't edit my footage, you got a problem with that take it up with the XWF. Why would you want to see that anyway you fucking pervert? Actually that is an obvious question. You love dick so of course you'd want to see a working one in action. Must have been a while since you've held or seen a working dick right? You're so old and decrepit at this point I wouldn't be surprised if you're carrying around a sack of sand in your jeans where two solid balls used to exist, hanging behind your weird, shriveled old man todger.... Jesus you love talking about dicks. The hell is wrong with you? Are you gay? It's okay if you are but it's just weird how cock hungry you are. You actually sound like Frodo right now, it's weird. Stop it! Bad Morbid! Stop sounding like Frodo!"

Gorbid Gayngel Said:Do you really believe that you can defeat me?

"Yup."

Pleasant Demon Said:Even with the stipulations currently at hand?

"Oh yeah totally. More so in fact."

"Great, thank christ that's over. Except that stupid copyright infringement line, like I said before dude, WWE did it first. You're lucky they're not suing your ass. And I'm not gay and it was all a ruse with Lane, so I don't love holding dicks and spend half of my fucking promo screaming about dicks like you. Even though, because of you, I have been forced to talk about penis for far too long. So, thanks again asshat. Here is the main thing though, I'm nothing to you, you're nothing to me. I don't care a single iota about Morbid Angel, the wannabe devil, the guy who didn't have the talent to get into one of his favourite black metal bands. A man who cheated his way to the condition he is in with steroids. I couldn't give a fuck whether you lived or died in all honesty. But, you said I don't take shit seriously, which you are right, I don't. But, I love wrestling. And I take my job seriously enough to not be a fucking Realtor.... I am going to be a stunt double in the new Deadpool movie, but that's a sweet job and won't take up much of my time. Can't wait to see you sell a Duplex to a young couple, it's going to be truly riveting television."

"Oh, and you won't cut my dick off. You're full of shit and everybody knows it, and it's just sad to see this pathetic old man trying to act relevant and hardcore but fail miserably every single time. See you later fucker."


*Gator sits in his home in Boston, flicking the remote of the TV as he relaxes with a beer. His phone pings and he reaches into his pocket to grab it, Gator chuckles as he replies back*


*Gator laughs again, taking another sip of his beer, swiping and texting on his phone. He stares at his phone for a few seconds, and taps on it again. Another few seconds go by and he taps again. And again with more frustration*


*Gator relaxes back on the couch, a smile under his mask as Todd rushes into the room*

T: "Gator!"

"Hey Todd! corVus isn't mad at me!"

T: "What? Never mind, you got an email from Marvel. They are going to start filming this week."

"Oh no shit. When and where?"

T: "They wanted to shoot a few scenes here in Boston and then back down to Hollywood, they asked if you could get there as soon as possible."

"Cool. Yeah, message em back saying I'll be there when I can."

T: "I will do. This is so cool! You're going to be a star!"

"Pfft, like I wasn't already."

*Todd leaves the room as Gator scratches the inside of his thigh and continues to watch TV and enjoy his beer. The scene fades to black*