[4:56 am. Saturday 19th.]


*We look out on a long stretch of empty road surrounded by trees. The early dawn sunlight is seen peeking through the leaves. The camera is picked up and turned towards Todd, his eyes bloodshot and his pupils wide, he has dark bags under his eyes and is grinding his teeth irradictly. Todd turns the camera towards Gator still wearing his Hawaiian shirt; he is gently bouncing in his seat tapping the steering wheel and singing a long with the music blasting from the speakers. After a minute or so of bad singing, Gator takes a phone from his pocket*

"MOTHER FUCKERS!

*Gator turns the wheel and parks up against the tree line. He cuts the engine and turns to Todd*

"Todd we've been had."

T: "What?"

"I just received a message from our good friend Griffon MacAlister and turns out the guys who sold me this weed fucked us over! Due to Griff being a better burnt out loser than a wrestler, I'm going to take his word on this. Also he said he's going to leave some grade A cannabis in our glove compartment when we're sleeping... Hmm, guess he's too much of a coward to deliver it in person, pretty nice of him though."

T: "Okay whatever, the MDMA's still good right?"

"... Yes Todd, the MD's fine. C'mon let us go for a walk, I wish to cut a promo in this forest."

*The pair leave the car and start to walk into the dense forest. Todd has the camera over his shoulder, as always, he is following a calm Gator from a few feet away, Todd is making the camera shake and is quickly turning it around, but focuses on Gator when he begins to talk.*

"Aaah, don't you just love nature, the trees, the bushes ... the other trees, it truly is beautiful. Now Griff I'm a little spaced out on this 'oregano' and I may have a had one or two tabs too many of LSD but our match on Thursday seems like it's in the past already, it feels like I'm hiking through this woodland and reminiscing my past achievements, and suddenly I laugh to myself as I remember that one match I had with some stoner kid who still thinks smoking weed makes you a bad boy, I remember when I picked up that 2x4 coated in barb wire and just tore his ugly mush open, I remember when he begged for mercy as I picked him up over my head and delivered a Disaster Drop onto a flaming table and I remember when I grabbed that steel chair and made him bite it as I stamped on the back of his head. I remember it all."

"Yet it actually hasn't happened, Griff I know you're a good wrestler but your not as good as me, you may be sick and sadistic in the ring, but I'm sicker and I'm more twisted, YOU MAY BE A FUCKING MECHANIC... But I am a fucking Gator, and I will drag you from the swamps of Louisiana kicking and screaming and I will laugh as I tear you limb from limb. My future is cemented, my book has already been written, I am the best damn wrestler the world has ever seen and I am the worst mother fucker you will ever meet!"

"Griffon, In a different life you and me could of been friends. I actually like you believe it or not, you seem to be a decent wrestler when your not passed out. It's a shame you accepted my open challenge really, if you were smart and you declined, me and you could be smoking a blunt on Thursday laughing with the guys in the crowd as we see some stupid mother fuckers get there ass kicked. But you accepted and on Thursday I'm going to be laughing alone as I see your pot-smoking ass stumble around the ring, crying and bleeding like the stupid mother fucker you were born to be."

*The pair pass into a clearing where we see the sun coming up, the camera goes to the edge of the large hill overlooking a large woodland swamp area, there is a city seen in the distance, the camera pans to Gator taking in the view, he takes a moment before turning to camera*

"Wow... You see MacAlister. You can't win this fight. This my home. This is Gator country."

*Todd pans back to the gorgeous view and the footage fades out*