As the scene opens, we see the 'Heart Attack' Terry Gould sitting under his covered front porch. He rests comfortably in a metal rocking chair with a can of Budweiser in his hand. Taking a sip from the can, he rests it on his right leg and peers out at the peaceful, Pittsburgh neighborhood. A bag of ice rests on his shoulder, still favoring from the brutality that it sustained at the hands of Sean Fuller. The sound of the front screen door opening, startles him as he jumps a bit, causing the bag of ice to slam into the concrete porch.
Gould turns his attention towards the door where his wife, Beverly steps out.
"I'm sorry sweetie."
"It's okay, darling."
Squatting down, she picks up the bag and places it back on his shoulder.
"How does that feel, honey?"
"Like a freight train hit plowed right into it. You know, Bev, this new age of wrasslin' is kinda scary for me."
"What do you mean? You've been wrestling for over forty years, those kids are just going with the new 'trend'.
She makes air quotes with her fingers.
"You've traveled this entire globe, wrestling some of the greatest stars in this business. There's nothing that any of those kids can throw at you that you're not prepared for."
Gould smiles at his wife, Beverly as she takes a seat next to him on the porch.
"Look, I've been by your side through a lot of aches and pains over the last few decades. You've been down before but you wanted to get back in that ring for a reason, right?"
Looking flustered a bit, Gould looks over at his wife.
"That's the thing, I got a call saying that the CWF could use my services. Babe, you know it had been a while since I'd been in a ring before the match with Fuller. Now here I am, having to make a trip to Detroit for a match against some guy called.. Zolton.."
"Zolton? Like Voltron but with a 'z'?"
"And the 'r' but that's not the point. The point is that despite how badly I got my old ass kicked, they wanted to give me another shot. Against a high profile opponent like this guy because he's no slouch."
He takes a sip.
"And if I beat him, there may be bigger and better things in the future for us!"
She smiles at him.
"I'm behind you one hundred percent! As long as you don't die inside of that ring, everything's fine with me. Do you need me out there at ringside with you for extra motivation?"
"Hohoo.. Darling, I think I'll be perfectly fine on my own. Besides, I think I've seen enough of those MMA fights to know what I'm up against."
"Okay, sweetie.. I don't think those little shorts would look good on my behind anyway.."
They both share a laugh.
"Well you can wear them wherever you want for be babe."
Leaning in towards each other, the two share a kiss as the scene comes to an end.
"The concession stands are now selling those cheap hotel room round soap disks that I have personally blessed for $100’s a bar….AND SINNERS….I suggest you buy one, and use it, because if you think your God wants you in his heaven smelling like a 3am New York City uber ride you got another thing coming."