The scene opens as we see Barney Green and Chris Page as they are in the back of a town car with tinted windows; both wearing black suits, white dress shirts, and matching black ties as we join this dynamic duo amongst a conversation.


” I don’t know why Foley spoke to us both from beyond the grave other than for me to try and guide you towards greater success in the future. Over the last few weeks, I’ve beaten you down in the gym, I’ve tried to elevate your game to so much more than ultraviolent wrestling and get you to see that deep down you’re better than you or anyone else gives you credit for.”


Barney- We might not have all the answers but I’m very grateful that you showed up and even more grateful that you’re about to do what it is we’ve come here to do.”


” I’m a standup guy and when a dead man calls me, like seriously my phone rings and he tells me he’s Foley Anderson I’m going to listen. While I might not have known him personally someone that I do happen to know personally did some bullshit… if this is the only way I can make it right then we’re going to make it right.”


Speaking of phones ringing we hear Chris’s cell phone start to go off. He reaches into the inner pocket of his sport coat and retrieves it before looking down at the screen then glancing over towards Barney as he states.


” It’s Robert, hang on.”


Chris answers the call as he places the phone to his ear.


” What’s up fucker?”


Chris starts to laugh at what Robert’s response was before he starts to listen to his tag team partner and longtime best friend before he responds.


” Brother I’m in the car with Big Barn at the moment. Got something I have to take care of with him. We can link at the airport and take my jet to Italy…”


Chris glances towards Barney.


” How you getting to Venice?”


Barney- Flying commercial.”


” Nah bro, you’re flying with us.”


Chris shifts his glance out the window as he states to Robert on the phone.


” Barn’s flying over with us as well; but hey, have you thought about how you’re going to issue your challenge? I’m looking forward to seeing the assholes quiver of either Thad or Chaos knowing that you’re knocking on their door. It’s been way too long since credibility has come along with the Universal Championship. It’s desperately needed.”


Chris listens for several seconds as Robert is responding. There’s a head nod from Chris as he responds.


” Whatever you decide to do and however you decide to do it it’s cool with me and I’ll have your back. See you soon.”


Chris hangs up his iPhone and puts it back in the inner pocket of his jacket.


Barney- I love Main.”


” Yeah, he’s alright.”


The car starts to slow to a stopping point.


” Looks like we’re here, you ready for this?”


There’s a deep sigh from Barney before he runs his right hand over the top of his skull through his hair.


Barney- As ready as I’m going to be. Even brought a drink for him.


Chris reaches out to the door handle and opens the door before stepping out of the car. He straightens his jacket before brushing the dressing pants. Chris buttons his sport coat as we see Barney stepping out afterward before closing the door behind him.

It’s clear by now with the headstones in the background that we’re at a cemetery.


Barney and Chris walk off the pavement and onto the grass as they’re looking down at the headstone that belongs to Foley Anderson.


” So this is the man.”


The headstone reads "July 12th 1942-December 9th 2012" and Barney goes to speak.


Barney- "Yep. One hell of a trainer who gave me quite a few bruises back when I was starting. He saw a spark in me that most people overlooked when I tried to get into the business."


Barney reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bottle of Petrus 1982 and opens it. He pours some in a small cup he had in his right pocket and he places it on his grave.


"I know it isn't 1964 but it's the best I could get my hands on and hope you enjoy it, my old friend."


Barney takes a swig from the bottle and then places the cap back on the bottle and places it back in his coat pocket as Chris goes to speak.


"Was that his favorite wine?"


Barney - "It was and one of the few things I know about wine. Never been my style. More of a beer drinker but he was a good man. Most of the other trainers laughed me out of the building due to my so-called wealth from the film industry."


Barney places his hand on the headstone and continues speaking.


"Not this guy though. He gave me a shot when most people didn't. Gave me a second career to fall back on once the film industry kicked me out."


Chris goes to speak.


"You were in the film industry?"


Barney - "Many years ago but it's the past now. What Slater did was awful. Pissing on his casket. That made me see red back then and for some reason, You got dragged into this.


Barney turns and faces Chris as Chris goes to speak.


” I happen to believe that things happen for a reason and that people are brought into each other’s lives to serve some sort of purpose. It didn’t hit me until standing here and now why Foley brought us together.”


It was an epiphany from Chris as he reaches into the inner pocket of his sport coat where he retrieves his iPhone.


Barney- “What are you doing?”


Chris scrolls through his contacts as he states.


” I happen to agree with you when you say Tristan’s actions back then was incredibly shitty, and fortunately I know a way to make this situation right by you and by Foley.”


Chris holds his phone up in front of his face as he makes a facetime call. It’s unclear who he’s calling as a voice is heard on the other end as the facetime call connects.


” Chris Fuckin’ Page!”


” What’s up man?”


” Chillin’ like a villain down in the keys; fuckin’ beautiful.”


” Right on.”


” So listen… Tristan.”


The incomparable Tristan Slater is on the other end of this call as Chris flips his screen around displaying Foley’s tombstone.


” One of my only regrets in the business.”


” Funny you should mention that because I’m standing here with Barney Green and as fate would have it we’ve been brought here. In the past I know we’ve spoken about this and I know this is something you’ve always wanted to bury the hatchet on.”


Chris turns his phone towards Barney who you can visually tell isn’t in the best of head spaces when it comes to THE Tristan Slater.


” Hey Barn.”


Nothing from Barney as Chris shifts the phone back towards the tombstone.


” Now’s the time to do what should have been done alone time ago.”


” You’re right.”


Tristan states as he clears his throat.


” Foley and Barney- What I did eight years ago was nothing short of shitty to do regardless of a “face” or “heel” standpoint. It was wrong but more importantly, it was completely disrespectful and a piss poor way of getting heat heading into a title match with Barney. Saying the words I’m sorry isn’t even going to make what I did right nor change the fact that it happened. What I can do is acknowledge the mistake that I made and say I am truly sorry for it in the hopes that bridges can start being built again.”


Tristan pauses for a moment before he states.


” And to Barney personally…”


Chris turns his phone so that Barney can look into the eyes of Tristan Slater.


” I’ve never meant those words more than I do right now. It won’t change what I did but man to man I want you to know how sorry I am for it.”


Chris flips the camera around so that Tristan is facing him.


” Appreciate you, dude.”


” Thanks.”


Chris ends the call before putting the phone back in his pocket


Barney- “Thank you for that.”


” Just call me the great facilitator.”


Barney - "I know we will win this match. I'm as ready as I ever will be for this."


” It’s going to be a lot of fun.”


With that the scene draws to a close.

WORDS FROM THE STONED ONE:

First can we all agree how pathetic it is to agree to take part in a match and not bother to even open your fucking mouths the first week to remotely try to promote it? Why even have us waste our time if your intentions aren’t to do jack shit until the final moments like a couple of stupid pricks. That’s not a strategy, that’s weak as fuck. I tell you what, I’ll do my part because I’m a class act that lives up to my obligations and gives both of you just a little bit more of my time… but in advance, you need to be forewarned that your fifteen minutes of fame are just about up.


Savannah, tough way to make a debut if I do say so myself, and to have hitch yourself to Liam isn’t the best way for you to be introduced to the XWF… on the plus side we’re going to crush you fairly quickly so perhaps people will forget about it rather quickly and you can pretend that this beating that you’re going to suffer by my hands didn’t exist. Sounds great, right? Wrong! You’re going to be reminded of it until it haunts your dreams. If you don’t learn anything from this you’re going to learn not to open your fucking mouth unless you’re prepared to back your play.


Granted neither you nor Liam thought in a million years that I was going to be walking into the battle with the Green Machine as we’ve officially been named Chronic Pain…


Fantastical name Barn.


Unfortunately for the both of you, you’re both happening to catch me at a bad time where I’m not really in the mood to make any more superstars; especially when you can’t even give up enough time to open your mouths up until this point. The fact is you both thought you’d walk all over my boy and but instead you’re both shitting your pants realizing just how much of a fucked situation you’re walking into coming Wednesday Night on Warfare.


I didn’t fly across the county not to leave a lasting impression on the final Warfare of 2020.


Liam? Why you are so fucking quiet, prick?


Thought you WANTED to have a go with Barney once again only to sit on the sidelines with your thumb up your ass? Doesn’t make a shit load of sense bruh… we’re standing right here waiting on you to take a shot that we all know is going fall way fucking short much as you’ve personally done throughout your career when it comes to the Xtreme Wrestling Federation. Congratulations though homie because this is the first time and the last name your name is going to be listed under the bright lights with mine. You took this opportunity and you freaking blew it.


Yeah, you’re walking into a loss; both of you are.


That wasn’t ever in question.


What was in question was how much of a fight you’d put up… and yet here we sit and you’ve all but rolled over before the goddamn bell even rings. You haven’t muttered a single peep up until now and there’s no bigger sign of weakness than that in its own right. I hate to break it to the both of you but Big Barn and I aren’t coming to Warfare to take it easy on you, we’re not coming to glad-hand you or to be friendly within any sense of the word.


We’re coming to Warfare to put a nail in your coffins and send you crawling back under whatever rock you’ve come crawling out from because this federation has enough lower-tier talent to contend without you two cunts in the mix. Chronic Pain is going to do the world a favor and go ahead and end your careers here and now for no other reason than because Liam Roberts or Savannah Knightly couldn’t draw a dime if their lives depended on it while someone like me can pack Madison Square Garden in a match against a framed fucking picture of Jon Brown.


There’s more going on in my pinky toe than the both of you have going for yourselves combined.


You don’t even know how fucked you are…. Then again maybe you do because silence tells a telling story for sure.


In regards to you, big Barn these last two weeks have been nothing short of a treat. You and I made this look fucking easy even with built-in restraints being asked for after we got started; cheap fucking bullshit, but to each, his own suppose… but then to not do a fucking thing in a week and a half makes you exactly what’s wrong with the unreliable part-time talent that occupies precious roster space.


If you had no intentions of even trying why sign the fuck up?


Whatever.


The bottom line when it comes to you two pieces of trash you’re going to get beaten and then Big Barn and I are going to throw you in the back of his truck so he can take you out to the land field and dispose of you where you belong.


Then the fun begins.


What’s next?


Hart Title?


Taking back the Tag Titles?


Or perhaps I’ll pull a Thad and take a long break as I watch my boy Robert climb back to the top of the mountain as he challenges for the Universal Championship with whoever leaves as Champion between Mr. Duke and Mr. Chaos.


Let’s face it; Rob’s going to be an upgrade regardless of how this plays out and finally, credibility will be restored within the XWF Universe.


Mark my words.