[Sometime Monday Afternoon]
[Glendale, LA]

*Gator rests a hand on the steering wheel in his Camaro. Todd focuses the camera on Gator as he drives, the stereo blasting. Gator looks out of his window and pulls into a Walmart parking lot, the brakes screech and he pulls on the handbrake. Both men leave the car and slam their doors and walk to the entrance. The two are greeted by an elderly black man*

GREETER: "Hi there, I'm Derrick welcome to Wal-"

"FUCK YOU DERRICK! STOP BEING NICE TO STRANGERS!"

*Derrick backs away from Gator and Todd, looking very taken back*

T: "Sorry Derrick."

*The pair venture forward down the open aisles. Gator stops behind a teenager stacking various cereals on a shelf. Gator taps him on the shoulder*

TEEN: "Hey man cool mask, pretty early for Halloween."

"Yeah totally, where's the assistant manager?"

TEEN: "Uh, Vince?"

"Yeah I need to talk to him."

TEEN: "Ermm, may I ask what the reason is."

*Gator looks around and grabs a box of Cheerios off the shelf and shakes them*

"This cereal I bought is broke."

TEEN: "You just picked th-"

"The customer's always right."

TEEN: "But-"

"The customer's always right."

TEEN: "..."

"..."

T: "..."

TEEN: "Alright, wait here a moment please."

"Certainly."

*The teen walks away down the aisle, as Gator looks at the back of the cereal box*

"That is a lot of carbs."

T: "But Cheerios are good for you."

"What are you their spokesman?"

T: "I'm just saying. You sure about this by the way?"

"I'm sure there is too many carbs in this fucking cereal."

T: "About beating this guy up. I mean it's ancient history between him and Scarlett."

"It's just something to do. What else should I do? Re hash old J-Pro stuff? I'm fucking bored man, of everything now. I just want to try and entertain people, but recently...."

T: "Recently, what?"

"... I've started to become bored with myself. I feel like everything I say and do is just repeating over and over. If I do this, maybe I'll find the fun in life again. Maybe people will still find me entertaining. If I'm bored of myself, I can't even imagine what the fans and the other wrestlers think of me."

T: "And if this doesn't work?"

".... I don't know. Maybe it's the end of the road for me. I'll just keep up this fucking persona but have no motivation behind it and I'll lose my title and the I'll lose my mind. I just ... I don't know man, I need to get my shit in order."

*Todd lets out a breath as if he's going to say something, but stops himself, letting the awkward silence continue*

???: "How may I help you gentleman?"

*Gator looks up and Todd turns the camera so we see Vince Wilson, Scarlett's first 'evil' ex*


VINCE: "Nice mask, but it's not Hallo-HUH!"

*Before Vince can finish his sentence, Gator smashes the box of Cheerios, which shouldn't really hurt that much but apparently it did causing Vince to make a pained howl as Cheerios spill on the shiny laminate flooring. Gator throws a knee into Vince's noise causing blood to spurt into the air and crash to ground*

"MISTER WILSON! My name is Jacob Woods, aka Gator! And I am Scarlett's current boyfriend!"

"WELCOME TO DIE!"

*Gator grabs Vince by the shoulders and throw him against the shelves of cereal, causing them to crash to the floor. Gator runs and leaps driving both feet into Vince's face. Gator rolls up and grabs Vince's neck and unleashes a flurry of punches into Vince's bloody face*

"Keep . Away . From . SCARLETT!"

*With that final hit, Vince's body lays unconscious. Gator stand to his feet and looks around at the mass of people watching the assault. Gator stretches his arms out and screams*

"ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!?"



[Perth, Australia]
[Early Morning]

*Gator and Todd stand on a beach over looking the ocean. Gator smoking taking in the view. Todd focuses the camera on him*

"I'm going to have one fucked up tan if I ever take this mask off."

"Mazzy, I think I can see your house from here. That tiny little mass of land over there, maybe it's nothing. If you can't tell, I'm in Australia for Todd's match. But, more importantly I wanted to talk about us."

*Gator drops his cig to the sand and turns to the camera*

"You caught me off guard with that last promo, here I was thinking you're gonna come at me with a belly full of fire and instead I get a genuine human being. I'm glad you're being real with me instead of putting on a false face. So, since you're being a genuine human being, I want to know something. What's your real name Mazzy? You know mine, but what is yours?"

"Take your time with that. We both know how important time is to you. You talked about how you won and lost and won and lost the Ark title, holding that belt for 8 whole seconds. You called this an achievement, you said to the good people watching that gaining a belt within a time limit is a worthy achievement. Mazzy, I won the TV title within a 15 minute time limit and I defended the TV title within a 15 minute time limit, and I didn't let the clock go to zero either. I pinned my opponents with seconds still left on the clock. I call this an achievement."

"I want to see the fire in that belly Mazzy, I want to see that unpredictability I asked you to show me before. Show me why you think you earned this title shot. Don't sulk around the edge of a cliff. LEAP! Show me that fire I came to expect of you! LEAP! Don't give up, learn from you're mistakes! LEAP! Prove to me and everyone else that you belong in the XWF! LEAP! Show me a worthy contender, and I will show you a match that will last the ages. People will not care about your statistics if you show what you, a real wrestler, can do. People will not care about that losing streak if you give it your all in this match. People will remember this! So don't fucking sulk about what has happened, show me and the world that Mastermind can still put up one hell of a fight! Give people someone to believe in! You should not care about winning or losing, you should care about giving the fans in the arena and at home something entertaining to watch! Stop being so fucking selfish and LEAP!"

"..."

"I say this because I need to say it. Get your head out of your ass and realise it's not all about you. I want to fight the man who wanted to master my mind and kick my ass, not some pitiful piece of shit I see right now . . . But, don't get ahead of yourself. I hope I helped with my little pep talk but remember who you're dealing with here."

"I remember hearing somewhere that a warrior tells his assailant his name before dying. And from the sound of things, looks like it's the end of Mastermind if you lose this match. Which will be sad, but it won't make me go easy on you. So, once again Mastermind. What is your real name?"