I pressed my back more into the train, trying to relax as the train made it's way to the next town over. I had a brief meeting with another one of my camera men, who actually found some footage of Gator and Todd cutting a new promo. Deciding that relaxation was just a luxury out of reach currently for me, I decided to bring out my laptop and see Todd and Gator's promo.

This disc was titled 'Danger Zone,' and according to the cameraman, this one was focused on Todd's match much more compared to 'Todd and Gator vs The World.' Pressing play on the DVD Player app, I watched with extreme interest.

In the beginning, it seems as though I was right about Gator's wannabe Spider- Sense, in which his so- called 'common sense' found one of the cameras my cameramen planted on Todd's beanie. Bastard. I thought to myself.

Next, like I had predicted, Gator said he was going to train Todd. Unlike actual mat skills, Gator was going to train Todd by his words. Fair point. When looking back into the days of the XWF, 9/10, it seemed like as if the wrestler who cut the better promo won their match against their opponent. So it would make sense that Step One of Gator's training regiment would be to kill me with words.

So, they played a part of my promo, the one I did on the airplane, almost as if they're skipping my most recent one. I thought I at least made a half- decent one, but they were going to shred it even worse than Gorden Ramsay shredding a fail dish.

So starting off, they... wait a second, I wasn't cutting my promo yet! How'd they find out that I called them idiots! Besides, it's not my fault Gator cheats at life with his wannabe Spider Sense anyway! The things people say...

... WAIT A DAMN MINUTE! The camera man wasn't filming yet! There's only one explanation.....

I felt all around my luggage, trying to find it. Finally, I struck gold. I crushed the GoPro camera with my hand, watching as the remains crumbled to the floor. Making sure it didn't work, I stepped my foot down onto it. ... Okay.... I thought. Maybe they're not idiots....

It was at this time I noticed the camera man sitting across the row from me had begun to film me. I wasn't bothered, we were in our own private train cart, and I had planned on filming a promo after this anyway in response to said promo. So, not doing anything but shooting him a look, I continued to watch the promo, while the camera followed my silent reactions.

Continuing to watch the promo, it delved into the part where Gator had begun to rant about me calling out his girl.

GATOR: Iceman. You don't want to bring girlfriends into this. Why would you target an innocent girl? Only cowards do that shit, calling her a bitch when the only obvious bitch I see is you. Fucking replying to our promo in less than an hour, talk about overly clingy.

Not like I had anything better to do with my life other than board a plane... I thought.

GATOR: Now, I know you're probably feeling alone. Been pulling on your Top Gun with your right wing a little too long huh? Did your wingman leave you high and dry or something? It's okay Iceman, you can talk to me if you need to but no shirtless volleyball, I don't fly that way man. How are these aviation jokes working for you by the way?

Not so well. Why couldn't you do something more... cheery? Like candy? Or lollipops? Or whatever the cool kids are into these days? I thought.

GATOR: Shit, I feel like this is going to be too fucking easy. There's an obvious reason no one thinks you're going to win this thing. It's not because I'm going to interfere, fuck I won't let anyone interfere. It's not because Todd is a force to be reckoned with, I mean come on. Look at this guy!

I chuckled a bit. Gator sure does have a strange way of showing his 'friendliness.'

GATOR: No, the reason you're going to lose this thing is because I'm training Todd to win. Just me being in the same arena as Todd means he's going to win because I am that damn good.

Once again, I chuckled. He certainly doesn't lack for confidence, does he? Well, neither do I in that regard I suppose.

GATOR:: But, just a final warning. This match is between you and Todd, you can say some more shit about me if you want, but your just talking to your opponent's 'manager.'

Fair enough.

GATOR: If you bring up Scarlett again in a negative way, I will fucking tear you apart limb from limb, slowly. And even though your limbs will be gone and you're bleeding out, you'll still be alive for a minute tops. I will not let you pass out from shock, I punch your skull into the ground over and over until your very matter seeps into the ground. We clear?

I was a bit taken back by the sudden viciousness of Gator, though I was determined not to let it show. Looks like I found a weak point. I thought, chuckling once more.

Finally, Gator let Todd take the stage. Todd nervously stood there for a second, then snapped out of it and looked to the lens. Gator, meanwhile, was enjoying a cigarette.

TODD: Okay. Maverick. You suck....

I shook my head. Was that the best he could come up with? At least I was a little bit varied. Thankfully for him, Gator spoke up to help him.

GATOR: Go on.

TODD: ... You really suck?

I face- palmed then shook my head even harder. It seemed as if Todd was a one- trick pony and couldn't even hope to make a good promo...

GATOR: Try elaborating more.

TODD: Right. Maverick, you come into the XWF full of piss and vinegar, saying you trained with these big names. But even if you have, those name don't weigh anything here. Gator was in this fed called J-Pro, he wrestled their for 4 years and trained with some of the biggest names in Japan, but he's smart enough to know, no one cares about what he did in J-Pro, he's smart enough to know that what counts is what you do here! You can talk about how great you are but until you show it no one is going to give you the time of day. Ha, I'm just a cameraman, and I get more respect than you. You want to know why? Because I've done memorable things in the XWF, some good, some really bad. But, people recognized me. What will you do, eh? Even if you win, you've still just beaten a XWF employee. And you think after that you're going to move on up through the ranks? No man, you will never earn those title shots. I'm not saying your a joke, you're just not good enough.

... Or so I thought. My eyes widened, looking up in surprise. Gator went on to finish the promo by saying I have no chance, Todd is already beating me, and I'm doomed come Wednesday night.

I let out chuckle, which turned into a guffaw, which turned into a pure laugh. My cameraman looked on in horror.

"Oh, Deadpool. Sorry, Gator. I'm quite touched that you deem it necessary to train your worthless protege to defeat me. Must say a lot. But I digress. You wish to refrain from me talking about you or whom you call Scarlet? Fine. Now then, Todd. I must admit, you impressed me. In the beginning, I thought you were a one- trick pony who can only say the words 'You suck' in promos, but then you actually pulled off a very good one. Good job! I didn't think you had it in you." I had a cocky smirk on my face, a remnant from my laugh.

"You say none of what I did before matters here in the XWF? I suppose that makes sense. A new world, a blank slate, full of opportunities! I must confess, I only ever used my trainers names for intimidation purposes, but it seems it hasn't quite worked on you. I will agree with you that it doesn't matter who I got trained by before the XWF. However, what DOES matter is that you at least have training. And I do. So I at least know I'm coming into a match well- prepared against a competitor who can only kick people, punch people, splash on people, kick them in the groin, and perform what I have heard I have heard is known as your "Rolling Blunder. Very fitting, I suppose."

"And you still think your just an XWF employee? If your going by that logic, I should be an XWF employee too. Gator also. Everyone from Gilmour, to Christian Gunn, to Angelus. I mean, we still work for the XWF, right? And if you still do consider your self just an employee, than why the fuck did you accept my challenge? Hell, why did you even wrestle a match at all? I even heard you, after Gator walked out of the diner in your original promo, say, "I'm really a wrestler now." Therefore, that statement and the other points you built off of that is now pretty much debunked."

"Trust me, when we step into the ring, Todd, your best bet is to lay on the floor, facing the lights, while I pin you 1- 2- 3. Now then, if I were you, I'd got work on your mat skills, like I'm about to do. Speaking of, the train has arrived." Sure enough, the train just pulled into the station. "I suppose that's my cue. I had better get going now. See you on Wednesday, Todd." The camera finally faded to black as my cameraman and I hopped off the train.