*Gator stands in front of the camera. The room they are in is dark, only Gator is visible and well lit*

“Would you like to talk D’Ville?”

“I think it’s about damn time that we have a civil conversation. I’m may still crack jokes and call you on your stupidity and laziness, but I’ll be civil about it!”

“So you want to have a chat, well let’s finish this conversation. You’ve got 15 minutes in that ring, so go ahead Doc, pick my brain. Solve my problems so I can be happy and forgive my daddy, maybe move to Florida and retire because I’m a tired old champion from Japan and I don’t think I can make it the XWF.”

*Gator gets to his knees and grasps his hands as if he’s praying, he pretends to sob*

“Oh please daddy! Please take me back to J-Pro cuz I’m not a man, I’m a coward behind this big scary mask.”

*Gator pretends to cry before he bursts into laughter, he gets back to his feet and dusts off his knees*

“Go ahead D’Ville, help me out here. I’m honestly not sure what to say to you anymore. First, you don’t want me, you want Todd. Why? So you can ask him these deep questions and figure out just what riddle the cameraman from Canada is?”

*Gator’s brow shifts under his mask and he turns the camera to Todd*

“Todd, what’s your deal? Did your mother give you enough hugs when you were a kid? Did somebody touch you?”

T: “No!”

“Why do you follow me around all the time? Do you have abandonment issues?”

T: “No! We’re just friends!

“Really!?”

T: “Yes! Plus you pay me to film your stuff.”

*Gator releases his hold of the camera and steps back gasping with his hands on his head as if he is shocked*

“By gawd! We did it Doc! We made a breakthrough whew, it was a long road to get to where we needed to go but we did it Louie, we healed a young mind today. My delicate flower is all better, thank you D’Ville, pat yourself on the back.”

*Gator clears his throat, making sure his mask is well adjusted*

“Secondly, you haven’t got hardly any facts about me right. I’m not doctor but I know how important research is. I don’t care about you, but I at least put in an effort; what do you do? You act like a lazy fucking job- ... Word that begins with a j and rhymes with gobber, you don’t put in the work, you admit you didn’t put in the work and you make the poor excuse that you said the wrong thing to make me angry. The fuck is wrong with you? If you were a wrestler, I could kinda understand that, but you say you’re a doctor too, why would you want a patient angry? It’s just fucking dumb. But wait, now you say you knew nothing about but now you know me, which again is bullshit. Me telling you why you are wrong does not mean you know me Doc.”




“Thirdly, you very presence bugs me, but at the same time you mean nothing to me, what a conundrum. You are shit on my shoe, no, wait. You are mouse shit on a dog’s paw! That is how little you mean to me. Do you know why you mean that little to me? Hey, you pretend to be a smart man, you should pretendto know the answer. It’s because you’re a liar D’Ville. A no good fucking liar. You’re a fake, you walk around pretending to be a healer but you’re a scumbag. You hurt people and put on the persona that you would rather help. This mask, the one you’re so interested in, shows the world what I really am. A killer. A fighter. A champion. And you? ... The words you speak reflect your quality as a wrestler. And from what’ve I’ve seen D’Ville. You’re less than shit.”




“Fourthly, fuck you. The whole coming at me with the same love as my dad to piss me off only works if you’re my dad. Unless you want to drop a bomb on me here? You fight me all week, and the last things you want to say to me are, I’m right? That you may not be a doctor. Talk about a twist, someone get M. Night Shyamalan on the horn, maybe this revelation can get him out of the poor house.”

“One of my favourite, see I have an accent too but I can still get words right, one of my favourite things you said was that I cover everything up with a joke, and I’m trying to cover you up too. This is probably the first thing you got right. I do make a lot of jokes don’t I? And yes, you’re a joke D’Ville, and I will cover you after beating you to a bloody pulp. Doc, tonight I’m gonna pop your pin cherry.”




“And lastly. Let’s get to J-Pro. Once again, I proved you wrong and you dropped the subject like an ugly baby, is that quote of the moment worthy!? ... Sorry, what was it you said? Something along the lines of you don’t care about J-Pro because you want to hear about me not my ex fed. Again, proving you’re not a real doctor and proving just how stupid you really are. Why would a psychiatrist or whatever you want to call yourself want to brush the most important years of my life under the rug? The problems with my dad happened in J-Pro, the man I am today was because of J-Pro, my mask. J-Pro. The list goes on and on. Everything you see before you is because of that fed so why the fuck would you want to drop it? You want to know why me and my dad are the way we are now? Well, it’s a long story, but I think we have time...”

*The footage fades quickly to black*


*The footage comes back to a younger Gator confronting his father about his previous match. Gator stands looking sweaty in his wrestling gear in front of his father who looks comically large on the small blue couch in his dressing room*

“You screwed me!?”

“I wouldn’t say that. I helped you.”

“How the hell did that help me?”

“Jacob, I knew you weren’t going to let go of that belt. I bribed the ref to make the fast count so you could move away from it and go after the bigger titles.”

”So, you fucked me over instead of letting my title run come to a natural end. I would of gone after the Undisputed belt or whatever the fuck else at my own leisure! Why?”

“I already told you Jake. You can become better from this.”

“Don’t try to play this off as a learning experience. Gah I can’t believe you would do this to me!”

*Gator clenches his fists as Eddie stands tall*

“Stop acting like a damn child! Think about the big picture here.”

“What happened to I lose, we all lose?”

“I chose you to lose. I made you lose on your own; I eliminated the threat that you would not disappoint me by sealing your fate.”

“Who the fuck let you decide!? You’re a piece of shit!”

*Gator turns to walk away but Eddie grabs him and throws him around*

“You never talk to me like that! The Signature belt was an anchor weighing you down, I cut that line so you can go further and this is how you thank me!?”

*Gator pushes his father away*

“This is not what parents do. I’ve said it time and time again, I don’t want title shots that you make happen, I want to do it all by myself.”

“You can’t don’t you see? You’re weak Jacob! You would of been happy skating through life with that belt, I made sure you could forget it and-“

“Enough! I’m tired of your lies.”

*Gator walks to the door*

“So what now? You gonna quit?”

*Gator hesitates and turns back around*

“No. Not yet anyway, I’m going to take this in stride. I’m going to get my belt back and then I’m going to go and take every title I want. I will leave you with nothing.”

“You don’t have it in you.”

“You’ll see.”

*Gator leaves the room and walks down the hall, crew jumping out of his way*

That’s were all our problems begin. Because of one stupid belt, it was the straw that broke the camel’s back. From that point on, we couldn’t be in the same room for long before it ended up in a fight. That’s when I saw the real him, he didn’t care about me, he used me to make his legacy greater. I was a fucking pawn.

That’s when I decided, if I want a belt, I’m going to keep it. No matter what.

I decided I was never going to live under another person. When Ozymandias asked me to join him, I was sceptical to say the least. But, he said we would be business partners, and so far, he’s showed me respect, he’s never asked me to do something I didn’t want to do and he’s not screwed me over.

I decided to take what I want, when I want. My father did help me, but not in the way he wanted to. He made me bitter, he made me take my anger and push it into a fist. I hit harder than any guy I know and I don’t fucking let up. This is what awaits you D’Ville, not an angry kid but a ferocious Gator. I will tear you apart for trying to steal from me, because that is what thieves deserve. I will humiliate you in front of thousands of people, because that is what liars deserve. And I will stand strong and tall, I will be cheered and my name will be chanted, I will remain a champion, because that is what I deserve.