*Gator is sat at a desk on a laptop in his hotel room, Todd is standing next to him holding the camera*

"Okay so if there is anything I learnt from school it's that when you do your research last minute you always pass the test. The same logic can be used for a wrestling match... Right?"

T: Hey you're the professional here.

"You're right Todd, I am the professional. Okay so let's have a look at these guys. B-e-n B-o-n-e-s ... Nothing is coming up... Is this guy actual a wrestler? I wouldn't be surprised if he floats down the ramp in that player test model position you see in video games. Then he just stands awkwardly in the ring with his arms open and eyes crossed"

T: Player test model?

"Yeah. You know, where they don't load up properly and they... Hold on I'll get a picture up."

*Gator taps on the keyboard and shows Todd the screen*



"Yeah! Like that. That is Ben Bones."

T: "Okay, now I understand. So you gonna look at Reeve Alexandra Gordon next?"

"Yeah ... Fuck it's going to take me forever to type that name in!"

*Todd sighs and starts to type*

T: "I'll do it... There you go, Reeve's Wiki page, every move he has in his arsenal, strengths, weaknesses, his finisher."

"An album with over 200 pictures of his past and previous faces. Wow, this guy's had more surgery than the Jackson family... Okay his finisher is 'Fyr In The Hole' ... That sounds like a gay thing, is he going to try and fuck me? I thought that was Frodo's gimmick? What does the description say ... 'The beginning and the end' ... Fuck me. What the hell is going on here? there's not even a video on it! Fuck this creep, he hasn't got a chance of winning anyway let alone actually hitting a move on me. Who's left?"

T: "Tommy Wish."

"Right, T-o-m-m-y W-i-s-h ... Hey here we go an actual wrestler. Okay, hey here's a video of his best moments"

*Gator clicks onto a video of Tommy Wish annihilating other wrestler's with his Big Boot, clips and photos of well pedicured feet flash on the screen*

T: "Holy fuck! You're gonna get killed if that boot hits you!"

"I'm surprised he can lift that mass of cellulite off the ground. Don't worry about it Todd my friend, I'm faster than Wish, and you're gonna help me make sure it doesn't hit me."

T: "How?"

*Gator stands up and positions Todd at the end of the room, he puts the camera on a table so we can see the both of them, Gator takes a few steps back*

"Todd, I need you to run at me as fast as you can and kick me in the face. Got it?"

T: "What? I'm like a foot smaller then you! I can't reach your face."

"Todd, if you don't try, you won't succeed. Now hurry up and hit me before I throw you out the window."

T: Okay. Okay I can do this! ARRRRRRRRGHH!!!

*Todd runs at Gator as fast as is flabby legs can take him, he raises his leg and hits Gator's thigh*

"Seriously. You really are pathetic Todd. Try again."

*Todd walks back over to the end of the room, turns and tries for the big boot again. His leg gets as high as last time but Gator catches his foot, grabs his leg and throws Todd to his side, onto the bed. The beds frame snaps from the force, the mattress and Todd flop to the ground*

"Okay, that was great work. If Flubber tries for the boot, I throw him over my head! It's so simple. Haha the internet is so useful. What else does the XWF have to say."

*Gator goes back to the laptop as Todd groans in pain into the mattress*

"Miranda Tigris, woah she's hot! Wednesday Warfare, blah, blah, blah, I'm sorry this is late, yadda, yadda ... Thursday! What the hell do you mean Wednesday Warfare is on a Thursday! I've been doing this agonizing, brutal training for nothing! Fuck's sake, even WCW when it was crumbling didn't mess up the show dates! Great, fucking great. Looks like I'm going to kill three men on a Thursday instead now. Well, mistakes happen. Todd get up, we're going to see the sights Miami has to offer. I wanna visit this beach that Clean Lucena and Glimour keep dramatically walking down."

*Gator walks out of the door, as Todd lays still on the destroyed bed.*