OOC - Just a quick RP before I go work. The match card isn't up yet but I'm guessing Gator's up against Mastermind; and if he's not then whatevs.


*Old footage of Gator training with his father Eddie Woods in a wrestling ring. Gator looks a little smaller than he is now, no tattoos, no scars and a different mask. Eddie is much larger than Gator, a huge goliath shadowing his son, his mask similar to Gator’s but showing more of his cold eyes and bushy brown beard*

“Remember what I taught you! You can overpower your opponent with ease but if they’re faster or smarter you’re fucked! You have to be ready for any type of attack!”

*Woods throws a haymaker at Gator’s head which hits; he swings a left to Gator’s ribs. Gator’s body is knocked away from the force and he drops to his knees, sweat pouring of his body*

“How the hell can I block two punches like that! Even if I got my guard up in time you would punch right thro-“

*A stiff kick to Gator’s head. He lies on the mat struggling to get up*

“You’re not supposed to block! Dodge goddamnit!!! You can’t get in J-Pro if you don’t know when to dodge or block! Get your worthless ass up boy!

*Gator slowly struggles to his feet as his father paces in the ring*

“What are you going to do now?”

*Gator says nothing he just stands there bearing his chest to his father*

“WELL!?”

*Gator says nothing; he stands still sucking in air. Woods stares at his son, his mouth widens letting out a primal scream. He charges to Gator but stops still inches away from him; Gator is stood in the same stance except for one leg stretched out, his foot lodged in his dad’s groin. Eddie lets out a whimper and falls to his side grabbing at his little Wood*

“You didn’t dodge you old fuck”

*Gator leaves the ring his father lying on the mat in the fetal position*

"That's my boy."



[Thursday 7th August]
[4:27pm]

*Gator is in a bar where everybody knows his name back in Boston; he sits at the bar with Todd. Gator is drinking a pint of beer, his mask up a little so we see his mouth and stubbled jaw, he takes a sip of beer and sets it down on the counter*

“Aaaah, there’s nothing like drinking an ice cold beer after a hilarious homicide”

T: “He may not be dead.”

“He probably is. I mean I did put Kyle Star in a barrel and threw it off the side of the Mayflower!”

T: “A replica of the Mayflower... And why did we have to dress up as Indians?”

“Native Americans please Todd, no need for the racism.”

T: “But why? You do realise the whole dropping tea into the water was because of what your ancestors did.”

“Fuck man, your grandparents helped blow up Nagasaki and Hiroshima and you don’t hear me talking shit every time you watch hentai!”

T: “My grandparents had nothing to do with the A-Bomb!”

“Adam Bomb?”

T: “No! The nuclear missile, hydrogen bomb or whatever. And I don’t watch hentai for pleasure, I just find it funny.”

“Yeah, that’s what everyone who watches animated porn says.”

T: “Fuck off. I only heard about it from when I lived in Vietnam. It peeked my interest.”

“OH! You lived in Vietnam! Another country America tried to fuck, but got fucked in return! Maybe... I don’t know much about that war but you see! You bring up my history I’ll bring up yours.”

T: “Can we please not talk about Nam’”

*A fat guy walks into the bar, everyone greets him*

Everyone: “Hey Norm!”

“Hey Norm.”

T: “Hey Norm.”

Norm: “How’s it going gang?”

*The rest of the bar begins to chat with Norm and make jokes. A psychiatrist or therapist maybe tries to speak over everyone and tell some long winded theatrical story but everyone in the bar tells him to fuck off. It was a pretty funny story, oh well he’s moving to Seattle soon and I have high hopes for him there... Anyway back to Gator and Todd who are watching XWF highlights on the small TV mounted on the wall*

“That’s Mastermind right?”

T: “Yeah.”

“That’s the Mind Controller he’s putting on that dude.”

T: “Sure is. Apparently it’s almost impossible to escape.”

“Bullshit. Every move is reversible and every hold is breakable.”

T: “How can you get out of that?”

“It’s easy. You don’t let him get it on you in the first place, no matter who you are; a swift kick in the nuts can stop a rampaging elephant.”

T: “Surely you can’t be serious.”

“I am serious, and don’t call me Shirley.”