*Gator sits in his Camaro, he is wearing his mask just showing his mouth, a lovely Christmas jumper and skinny jeans, the car door to his side open as he sits half in, or half out depending if you're a pessimist or an optimist. Gator has a cigarette hanging out of his exposed mouth as he sits awkwardly turning the key in the ignition and listening to the engine rumble but not come to life. He sighs in exhaustion and rubs his brow. Gator sits back and faces his head up, removing the cigarette from his mouth and resting his hand against his lap*

"God. Or whatever deity is real and up there. Don't be a bellend. Please let my car start.... Amen?"

*Gator raises his hand back to his lips and takes a long drag of the smoke and grabs the key tightly, he quickly turns the key and the car coughs and splutters like before*

"Mother fucking goddamn shit bitch!!!"

*Gator punches and kicks the wheel as the horn beeps from the connecting hits from Gator's tantrum. Todd who has been quietly sat in the passenger seat filming all this speaks up*

T: "I think it's time for a new car Gator."

*Gator stops dead and turns to Todd*

"Really Todd? You think I should get a new car? You fucking genius what gave you that idea?"

*Gator turns back to the wheel and turns the key again, the engine coughs again. Gator lowers his head, shaking it slowly*

"My baby's dead. So soon."

*Gator strokes the dashboard*

T: "This Camaro's like forty years old man, pretty sure it had a good run."

"Remember when we got her?"

T: "Yes. It was the single most terrifying experience of my life."

*Flashback ripple!*

Quote:*Gator fills up the fuel can without saying anything, picks it up and walks towards a parked car. He smashes open the driver's side window, the car alarm blasts while Gator opens the door and starts messing with the car's interior*

T: "Jesus Christ! The hell are you doing!!!"

*The alarm stops, and the engine begins to run. Gator opens up the trunk and puts the fuel can inside, he looks at Todd and points at the trunk*

"Get in the boot."

T: Wait. What!?

*Gator walks up to Todd, grabs him and throws him into the trunk. He looks at Todd and the camera squashed into the small space, Gator is holding the trunk open*

"Todd, you and me are finally going to get some recognition in the XWF."

*Gator closes the trunk, and the footage goes dark with the sound of the radio playing and Todd screaming and shouting*

*Back to the present*

"Ah good times."

T: "I kinda forgot you held me against my will and shit. Why the hell are we friends? And how did you not get arrested for stealing a car?"

"I'm a celebrity, we can literally get away with murder. As for us being friends, some people put it down to Stockholm syndrome. I'd like to think you enjoyed my playful personality."

T: "... I need to reevaluate my life."

"You should have done that a long time ago man."

T: "Hey fuck you."

*Gator chuckles and finishes his cigarette, chucking the butt through the door. Scarlett quickly comes into view peeking her head through the door, almost obscured by Gator*

SCARLETT: "Hey! I thought you would have left already."

"Car's fucked."

SCARLETT: "Aw. Why don't you take a plane like a normal person?"

"..."

T: "That's not how it works."

SCARLETT: "Huh?"

"If I'm fighting somewhere in America, we drive, road trip and shit."

T: "Yeah, it's tradition by now."

SCARLETT: "Okay then. You want me call triple A?"

"No. It's fine, I'll get this piece of crap running."

SCARLETT: "Okay, I'm gonna go back inside the house because it's fucking freezing. I'll see you soon."

*Scarlett quickly kisses Gator and he adjusts his mask back to normal*

SCARLETT: "Bye Todd!"

T: "Bye."

"See you soon."

*Scarlett jogs away from the camera and out of sight. Gator looks forward again and turns the key again. Nada*

"Why now you American piece of crap?"

T: "What now?"

"I dunno man. I wanna keep trying."

*Gator sits in the car correctly and closes the door*

T: "Okay, we'll wait."

*A few seconds of silence go by*

"Who the fuck is Ricky Desmond?"

T: "Another guy in a suit. Made some waves way back when but never did anything outstanding, think he had a team called The Connection? Maybe. I don't know, wasn't a huge fan of the guy."

"Any idea why he's dressing up like a frog and hanging out with Steve Davids?"

T: "Haha not a clue."

"Fair enough."

T: "You miss your belt?"

"How did you know I was thinking about that thing?"

T: "I can tell."

"Ha. Yeah, kinda. I miss having it but I'm happy to see the back of the thing at the same time. I felt like it was weighing me down at times, but I do miss it. You know what I really miss?"

T: "What?"

"This is going to sound stupid. You know how I'm a little odd?"

T: "I do."

"I miss having my name in red on the XWF site."

T: "Fuck off."

"Seriously. I know it sounds stupid, but I liked having my name in red. I take pride in the small things Todd, fuck I had a match with Frodo just so I could get an apology. I want a picture of myself at the top of the site more than I want the Universal title."

T: "... You are fucking insane."

"And proud."

*The camera moves around while Todd adjusts himself and rest the camera on the dashboard, putting both men in view. Gator tries starting the car again. Nothing*

T: "Maybe, and this is just a suggestion, but maybe you should try fixing the car instead of turning the key every so often."

"Maybe you should shut the fuck up. I don't know anything about cars man, I'll end up making things worse so I'm just going to keep trying until it works."

T: "Kaaaaaayy."

".... So what's up with this horse dick of yours?"

T: "Dude!?"

"What? Vinnie showed the x-ray in his promo, shit's like down to your knees."

T: "It's personal man."

"C'mon, we're friends. I just want to know how someone with a third leg is such a little bitch."

T: "... It's not as great as you think. Plus I was nursing a semi when that x-ray was took."

"Really? Why were you half hard?"

T: "Nurse was hot."

"Ah."

T: "But it's not that great. It hits the side of the bowl when I take a dump, sometimes it hits the water, that shit's the worst. It's too big for most girls so it ends up hurting them. And, let's be serious for a moment, look at me. Most girls just ignore me."

"Because you lack confidence. Just walk up to a girl and cock slap her with that sledgehammer between your legs. That'd be sure to get someone's attention. Or you could go into porn."

T: "Porn?"

"Oh don't act like you're above it. Look at Ron Jeremy. Dude looks like a clump of shit that's still stuck in ass hair, but he gets work. You could do way better! Bang some sad hipster chicks that are trying to make a 'serious' modelling career."

T: "Pfft, I'll think about it."

*Gator stretches his legs out and tries the key again. IT WORKS! Kidding, shit's fucked*

"Grr."

T: "So, what is your favorite road trip memory?"

"What?"

T: "Just making small talk. I'll start! Remember when we drove through Louisiana for your second match?"

"Yeah, with MacAlister. That's your favourite road trip memory?"

T: "Yeah, I remember having a lot of fun then."

"That's because you were high on MDMA all the fucking time. You could have fucked a beehive and still think it was the best time ever."

T: "Oh c'mon, we had fun."

"... We were both high as hell all the time, I'm pretty sure I killed a guy and I abandoned you at a rehab centre. How the hell can you think that was a good time?"

T: "It was fun."

"Ha. Yeah."

T: "What's yours?"

"Does it have to be us?"

T: "Yeah, I'm sure you had a great time travelling across Japan, but we're reminiscing here."

"... New York was fun. The er, the six man tag. Remember that diner on the way? Fuck man, they had the best burgers in the world. And we're I first met Socrates."

T: "Oh yeah, what happened to him?"

"Don't know. Dude had shit to do. Miss him though, he was a laugh."

T: "Ha, Gator and the Greek."

"Hahaha, Gator and the Greek."

T: "... Thanks Gator."

"For what?"

T: "I was stuck in a slump before we met, hated my boring job, never went out, never did anything. Hardly any friends. You can be an asshole most of the time, but you made me feel welcome. You kinda made me famous. So, thanks."

"... Any time man. Thanks for sticking with me and making me less of a psychopath."

T: "Ha, any time."

*Gator grabs the key again and inhales. He turns and the engine struggles but turns into a low rumble. Gator raises his hands in victory and grabs the wheel again, turning it and driving away from the house*

T: "Did-did we just start the car with the power of friendship?"

"Why did you have to ruin this?"

T: "I di- whatever. We're not going to make it to California by Wednesday by the way."

"Oh ye of little faithful. Trust me, we'll get to Cali in time to kick these guys asses."

*The scene slowly fades to black*