“Just tense I guess.”

*Gator stands in the backstage area with Hernandez*

“Hey, it’s a big night for you. You should be tense, shows you care about the match.”

“Yeah I guess you’re right. The wait is killing me though.”

“I know that feeling man.”

“You think I’ll win?”

“You’ve got a better chance than most man.”

“Thanks.”

“Listen, just remember you’ve got me and your dad in your corner. Win or lose, we’ll always be there for you.”

“I appreciate it man. I refuse to lose this belt though.”

“You can’t beat a man with a good reason. McCormack has an equally good reason though.”

“McCormack is a fucking tank, but he has his weaknesses. I’ll just pull him apart piece by piece.”

“Well, I wish you the best of luck my friend.”

“Thanks Henry, you too.”

“Oh shit, I forgot I had a match tonight. Too busy wrapped up in all your nonsense.”

*The pair laugh*

“Who you up against?”

“Some kid from Tokyo.”

“Didn’t bother doing your research again?”

“I would if I could. This is his first match.”

“And he’s up against you? Lucky bastard.”

“Fuck you. If he wins I’ll eat my mask.”

“I might just have to lend a hand to this kid so I can see that.”

“You step in I’ll break every bone in your body... Actually, you should interfere so I finally have a reason to do that.”

*Hernandez chuckles again*

“Nah, good luck man.”

“Gracias.”

“Right, I’m going to go get sorted for tonight. I’ll talk to you later.”

“See you later alligator.”

*The pair walk away from one another and the footage fade to black*





*The footage comes back as we join Gator’s main event match*

We come back from commercial break with McCormack still in Gator’s Head Scissors. Gator pulling on McCormack’s arm, using it as leverage, tearing his muscles! His legs wrapped around McCormack’s throat, violently choking him. McCormack’s hand hovers just above the mat, looking as if he’s about to tap out!

But the ref makes Gator release the hold! Why did he do that? Gator confronts the referee about the decision, but the official is having none of it. Threatening to throw out Gator is he carries on.

Gator shakes his head and goes to pick up McCormack, but he’s still in this fight sending punches into Gator’s midsection. McCormack whips Gator but it’s reversed into another Irish whip and McCormack is flung out of the ring and lies in front of the commentary table. McCormack starts to get up as Gator runs the ropes and dives over the top rope towards McCormack. An amazing suicide dive by Gator! And both men fall onto the table crushing it under their weight!

COMMENTATOR: “OOOOOOOOOOOOH! Very very very! Breaky Breaky! BISHI BISHIII!!!!

Both men lie on the ground in the carnage that was a table, the ref slowly begins the 10 count.

Gator gets to his knees and crawls to the apron, using it to pull himself up. McCormack slowly shakes the cobwebs out of his head and he too gets to his feet. He charges towards Gator but a drop toe hold sends McCormack’s head into the apron! Gator in control for most of this match! Gator lifts McCormack up and rolls him into the ring, he follows and goes for the cover.

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NO! The ref stops the count saying McCormack’s shoulder is up! But McCormack didn’t move! Again, Gator confronts the ref. McCormack slowly sits up and rolls a distracted Gator up with a small package, holding Gator’s tights. The ref starts the count!

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A fast count by the official! He sounds for the bell and McCormack is the winner! What the fuck is going on here!? Gator can’t believe it himself as the ref hands the belt to a celebrating McCormack. Gator is sat up sucking in air. McCormack holds the belt up in the air as the crowd boos and throws their garbage at McCormack.

*The footage fades to black again*




*Gator quickly walks through the curtain into the backstage area. Hernandez tries to stop him*

“What the hell happened out there!?”

“I was wondering the same fucking question myself!”

*The two walk down the hall*

“You going to see the boss?”

“Yeah, I want the fuck fired for that fast count! And I want my goddamn rematch as soon as possible.”

“Well, you got me with you man, we can’t have shit like this happening.”

“I can’t believe that bullshit! Someone is going to fucking pay for this!”

*The two pass an open door*

“Jacob!”

*Gator and Hernandez walk back to the open door and look inside to Eddie Woods, still relaxing on his couch in his dressing room*

“Well?”

“Well what!? Did you see what happened out there? I’m going to get some fucking answers dad!”

“Well, go ahead. You said you want to make the man who did this pay, go ahead son, make me pay.”

“... What?”

“I’ll leave you two alone.”

*Hernandez walks away as Gator enters the room, disbelief under his mask*

“... You screwed me over?”

“It was for your own good.”

“You screwed me!?”