[2:20pm. Monday 21st]


*Todd lies on one of two single beds in the hotel room, he is reading a magazine. He is listening to the radio, enjoying the music until it is interrupted by an annoying voice*

Radio: “What’s up marks I’m Kip Clarence and this is XWfm! That was Unsung by Helmet one of my personal favourites and you are listening to XWfm the home of all things Xtreme and the number one XWF radio station in all of America! Now we’ll get back to the music in just a minute folks but first let’s talk rassling. Now before we talk about tonight’s Madness, I want to address some things that have been going on in borefare as Paul Heyman would call it. Have you seen this card folks? It’s crazy what we have on this show! One on one, two triple threats, a parking lot brawl, first blood, TLC, X-Treme rules and to top it all off, an electrified cage match! What more can you ask for guys and gals? Okay so let’s get on the horn and see what you the fans have to say about Warfare on the 24th. Okay first caller you are on the air.”

First Caller: “Hey Kip, I-I’m a big fan keep up the good work man! Also Michigan rules! WOOOOOO!

Kip: “Haha okay bro what’s your prediction at Warfare?”

First Caller: “I think Zoey is gonna kick Mastermind’s ass! And Frodo Smackins your the man, man!”

Kip: “Okay next caller. Who do you think is gonna win the main event?”

Second Caller: “I BELIEVE IN THE POWER OF THE WARRRRIOR! Cheat Lucena is going down!”

Kip: “Yeah sure he is. Alright next caller what do you have to say?”

Third Caller: “Hey Kip, short time listener, first time caller. What do you think of Griffin MacAlister?”

Kip: “Griff? He’s very talented, quick witted, quick on his feet and he’s a heavy hitter. My money is on him winning the match against Gator.”

Third Caller: “Pfft... You must be more stupid than you sound, MacAlister is a born loser and you do know who Gator is don’t you? He was the best damn professional wrestler in J-Pro and he’s going to be the best damn professional wrestler in the XWF! He is a godsend to a hell-hole like this and I don’t think he gives a fuck about what some pencil dick piece of sh-“ *click*

Kip: “Woah sorry about the language there folks, don’t worry that lunatic won’t be calling again!”

*Todd sits up and looks for his phone as an audible flush is heard coming from the bathroom. Gator swings open the door holding a phone wearing his usual out of ring attire*

“Punk motherfucker.”

T: “Congratulations, you insulted Griffin MacAlister on a radio show no one cares about.”

“XWfm is like the Ark of the Covenant belt, no one gives a shit about it but people still pay attention. That’s what I just did; I caught these mouth breathers’ attention.”

T: “And what are you going to do with that attention?”

*Gator turns the radio off; he sits on his bed and switches on the TV, Todd lays back down on his bed*

”I dunno. We wait. Griff will hear what I’ve said on the radio and see what I said in my previous speech, he’ll get pissed off and make a big stink. Then I’ll do what I usually do, take everything he said, roll it into a ball and throw it back into his face.”

T: “You really do put a lot of work into your plans don’t you?”

“I don’t appreciate your tone Todd, has all that MD made you a confident, sarcastic human being? Well if it has maybe I’ll have to take it away from you so you remember the maggot you are.”

T: “Okay I’m sorry, no need to be so rash. But don’t you think you’re underestimating MacAlister?”

“I don’t think. I just do whatever feels right; I trust my gut and my gut says I’ve got Griff on the ropes already, he can act tough but he’s backing himself into the corner. You can see it in his eyes, you can hear it in the tone of his voice, you can see his eyes shift like he’s lying or worried and you can hear his voice crack when he doesn’t believe what he’s saying. I’ve got him beat, he just doesn’t know it yet.”

T: “Yeah you’ve got him beat haha I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“You will see it; the whole world will see it. Why are you sticking up for that jerk off anyway? I thought we were friends?”

T: “Friends!? You kidnapped me!”

*Gator relaxes on his bed and thinks for a moment*

“Oh yeah you’re right haha. Well that’s because I’m a storyteller Todd, I need some back and forth with people, I’d look like a crazy person if I talked to myself... Anyway where’s this Mardi Gras thing I’ve heard so much about?”

T: “We missed it already.”

“Shame, you would have seen your first pair of tits and I would have been welcomed to this place in the manner I deserve.”

*The phone in Gator’s hand lights up, he looks at the screen and stands up, stretching his arms and cracking his back*

“Todd get up, we’ve got some work to do.”

*Todd stands with a quizzical expression; Gator begins to walk out the door as Todd jogs to the camera and picks it up following Gator. The footage fades to black as the pair walks through the hallway*


[Later that night]

*The picture scrambles and the camera comes back to life as we see Gator throwing punches at several men in a parking lot lit by streetlights, the camera is some distance away focusing on the action, we only hear the far away screams and shouts and Todd’s heavy panicked breathing. Gator has a pipe in his hand and is beating a man on the floor as one of the others comes up behind and smashes a baseball bat on Gator’s back; Gator stumbles forward and turns to face his attacker, he dodges the second and third swing and stabs the lead pipe into the guy’s neck and is knocked to the ground coughing and gagging, Gator kicks him in the face for good measure. His attention turns to two other large men, one is brandishing a knife, the armed man screams and charges at Gator who stands his ground. The attacker swings with the knife but Gator catches his arm and tosses him to the ground, the attacker lands on his head and begins to groan on the ground, Gator still holding his arm twists and throws his knee into the unfortunate man’s elbow, a loud snap his heard and is followed by a louder scream. Gator slowly walks to the last trembling figure; Gator takes a cigarette from his pocket and lights it, he raises his arm and waves Todd over, Todd gasps but walks over to Gator and the last man, his breathing still panicked. When the camera gets closer we see a young well dressed man, Gator is staring at him whilst smoking his cigarette*

“You want a smoke?”

*The well dressed man nods and Gator hands him a cigarette. The young man’s hands tremble taking the cig and lighting it*

“Do you remember me?”

*The young man nods again, exchanging glances with Gator and the camera*

“Do you know why I ask you to come here?”

“Y-Yes”

“Do you know why I beat the shit out of your crew here?”

“N-N-No”

“You see Heisenberg, I am a professional wrestler. And you are scum, a drug dealer who tried to fuck me over back in Miami.”

*The young man’s eyes widen and he slowly reaches into his jacket pocket*

“You pull out that gun and I will rip your arm off and make you eat it.”

*The young man’s arm goes back to his side*

“Good boy. Now there’s this guy called Griffin MacAlister, he’s probably sitting in his bean bag chair in is hazy room in his hole, and he’s looking at me thinking ‘the fuck are you doing?’ Well Griff. My man. I’m making a point; I’m grabbing your attention; unlike you I’m being an actual entertaining personality! You were right about that kush, this boy fucked me over. I did my research and turns out I paid too much for weaker shit, jokes on me.”

*Gator laughs to himself. He rushes towards the drug dealer and hits him with a clothesline almost decapitating him, the dealer lies on the ground coughing and grasping his throat as Gator stands above him*

“You see Griff this is what I do to people who lie to me!”

*Gator boots the cowering man in the face*

“This is what I do to people who think they can outsmart me!”

*Another stomp to the face*

“This is what I do to people who don’t respect me!”

*And another as the camera turns away from the broken face to focus on Gator’s head*

“And this is a fraction of what I am going to do to you.”

*The camera does not follow the last stomp but a crunch is heard*

T: “Fuck man I am too high for this shit.”

“Thursday Griff. Can you feel it!? Both of us walking into that arena but only one, most likely myself, walking out! Now I know what you’re gonna say, ‘now gatyr, do you really think goin on radio and beatin up some drug pushers is gonna scares me? Huh-huh you wrong I reckon I’m better than you!’ Am I right? I saw a glimpse of you MacAlister and you had my attention, but you’re starting to lose it. Better pick up the slack soon before this fight becomes even more one-sided.”

*Gator walks past the camera, Todd turns and follows. The footage fades out as they reach the Camaro*