All things are become new.

[jacegryphon]

An old cathode-ray television set (for those of you too young to remember, it’s what we had before flat screens) sits on a folding metal chair in a barren room made of concrete blocks.

Static bursts on the TV for a moment.

A scene comes onto the TV showing the presidential inauguration.

Another static burst.

A scene of the gradual progress that the gay rights movement has been making.

Static.

A scene of the new Pope making his first speech to the public.

Static.

A black screen with white font.

”...Old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.”
2 Corinthians 5:17

Static.

Voice:  “The more things change, the more they stay the same.  That’s what people like to say.  And in a sense, they’re not completely wrong.  But the one thing that always remains constant is that everything changes.  And so must we all.”

“I told myself I was done.  I felt that it was over.  That all of this empire that I had built had finally come to an end, and it was my time to fade away into obscurity.  Let the new generation take up the mantle and carry on without me.  But from what I hear, they’re not doing the best job of it.  They’re dropping the ball every chance that they get.  They’re making a mockery of everything that I helped to establish.  I cannot abide this kind of thing happening on my watch.”

A light comes on somewhere above the television set just before a lead pipe smashes into the front of the TV, sending pieces of glass exploding outwards with the pop of the pressurized tube.  A booted foot kicks what’s left of the TV off the chair, and then the man sits down on the chair, his face finally coming into view.  It’s none other than wrestling legend Jace Gryphon.  He dropped the lead pipe to the ground at his side and crossed his arms over his chest, blocking out a line of his T-shirt that read “Make WAR Not Love”.  He leaned back and slouched down in the chair, heaving a big sigh.

Jace:  “And that’s why I’m here right now.  I had stepped away from the game for a while, and I thought everything was going to be just hunky-dory after that.  I’d be able to retire in peace at a young age, settle down with my girlfriend Shae, and just relax a bit and enjoy my new ocean-front property in Hawaii.  When all of a sudden, my cell phone starts to ring.  I don’t recognize the number, but it’s not an eight-hundred number, so I know it’s not a telemarketer.  So I pick up.  And I hear a voice coming from the other end of the phone that I haven’t heard in probably five or six years or longer.  At first, I think ‘it can’t be’.  But then he asks a question and finishes it off with ‘eh?’  I know right then and there that the man who just called me is indeed none other than Scott Carr.  Before I answer his question, I think to myself: ‘There’s only three reasons he’d be calling me up after all this time.  One, he’s out of beer.  Two, he’s out of weed.  Or three, he wants to drag me back into the ring to knock some heads around.’  Based on those three options, it’s pretty simple to figure out what it was he was asking me.”

Scott: “I heard you quit your job over with the old place.  You wouldn’t want to come knock some heads around with me for old times’ sake, eh?”

Jace folds his hands together, sighs, and looks down at the ground for a moment before looking back to the camera.

Jace: “There was only one thing I could say.  I knew as soon as I ran the idea past Shae, she’d be my biggest supporter all over again.  Sometimes I think she enjoys me being in the ring more than I do.  But I was retired now.  I could finally relax and live a life of ease without having to risk the chance of breaking my neck week in and week out just to support my lifestyle.  I told Scott that I’d be lying if I said that the lust for the gold had gone away.  It never goes away.  But he was going to need some pretty big heads for me to knock around to drag me back into it.  Then he named one of the biggest heads I know of.”

Scott: “We’ve got Barney Green.”

Jace stood from his seat and turned to kick the chair over and into the wall behind him.

Jace: “For those of you that don’t know the story, here’s the short version of it.  I knew Barney a few years back.  He got himself into some s***, and I uncharacteristically put myself out there and tried to defend him.  As a result, I turned a bunch of people against me, and got myself blacklisted in some markets.  And then for all my trouble, Barney thanks me by basically telling me to go f*** myself.  That’s not how I play this game.  If anything, you taught me not to stick my neck out for anyone anymore.  But the time has come and your retribution is nigh.  Prepare yourself, Barney Green, for you might not see tomorrow.”

The light blinks out and everything turns to static.

[BarneyGreen]

The scene opens up inside of a local bar in Boston, MA where we see Barney Green, dressed in a black Millionaires t-shirt, black khakis, and black sneakers, sitting down at the bar pounding back a shot. Jeff Night, who is dressed in a white suit, goes to speak.

Jeff: I don't think you are gonna believe this, man. Jace Gryphon is back in WWG!

Green finishes the swig and places the beer down. He goes to speak.

Barney: I saw what he said and if he thinks it was my fault he got blacklisted in a few markets, He should look in the mirror. I never asked for his help to begin with and that place was full of a bunch of stuck prima donnas who expected me to change myself, bro. Maybe I have changed but I am still gonna party everyday like I am 21. Pick up some hot shemales and have some fun in my blue vibrating waterbed, bro. Hell, I don't even need a shemale to have an explosion happen in that bed. I just lay on my stomach and its a literal explosion in your pants. I can shoot seven.. eight loads a night and make it look easy. He wants to try to reclaim his lost glory by picking a fight with "The All-Night Tranny Thrilla" himself. The lord of sleeping with shemales and getting wasted every night. **** doing marijuana. If I am gonna die, I am gonna die with a bottle of Guinness flowing through my veins, bro.

Jeff: So, What do you want to do about this situation?

Barney: Send him a ticket to Legacy. I will cover the costs, I wanna meet in person with him. I ain't the same guy I used to be. Gone is the days of me being some rich business man from Las Vegas. I have traveled the road for many years. Fought in the most brutal matches known to man. Hell, at Hard-Core Hell, I took a powerbomb outside the ring through a bunch of light tubes wearing no shirt or shoes. That should show my toughness. So Gryphon, If you think you got the balls, I am right here waiting for you. So.. Come at me, bro.