The scene fades in to show Tommy Gunn laying into a punching bag like it were Peter Gilmour's neverending fat rolls. Sitting on a bench playing a handheld video game is Tommy's nephew, not his son despite what Peter Gilmour often says, but his nephew Christian Gunn. An 8, soon to be 9 year old enrolled at John Quincy Adams Middle School in Middleofnowhere, USA. That's not the actual name of the town but Tommy threatened to disembowel the cameraman and the XWF Production Team if they gave any hint as to what town this promo was taking place in. Something about Tommy not wanting the world to know where he and his sister and her son live.


"Uncle Tommy are you ok?"

"Yeah I'm fine champ. Why do you ask?" Gunn says in-between heavy deep breaths."

"Because you are hitting that bag really hard. Like way harder than I've ever seen you hit it before.

""That's what she said."

"Who said? What are you talking about Uncle Tommy?"

""Nothing, forget I said that. Buddy it's a punching bag so that's kind of what it was designed for. So people could punch it."

"I know what a punching bag is Uncle Tommy. I've seen you hit one before but it seems different this time."

""I'm good bud I promise."

"Ok Uncle Tommy if you say so."

As Christian goes back to playing his video game a older man probably in his sixties and wearing a gray shirt with gray sweatpants walks over to Tommy and Christian.

"Do my eyes deceive me? Is Tommy Gunn really back in my gym after all this time?"

Tommy takes a quick glance over to the man who has approached them while his nephew remains unphased. Gunn continues hitting the bag a few more times before abruptly stopping. He unravels the tape on his hands and then tosses it onto the bench next to Christian. Tommy then reaches down, grabs his water bottle and a towel and in a quick motion wipes the sweat off his forehead while also taking a giant gulp from the bottle.

"It hasn't been that long Lou. A few months at the most."

"Try over a year."

"Really?"

"Yes Tommy. I remember when one of my star pupils shows up at the gym. You fixing to spar with anyone? I got a new kid that looks like he might be one of the best I've ever had."

"Not today Lou. I got a wrestling match to train for."

"Uncle Tommy is facing Steve Stajan on Wednesday. Uncle Tommy is going to kick Steve Stajan's butt."

"Who the fuck is Steve Stajan?"

"Lou there's a kid here."

"Right. Sorry. But seriously who is he?"

"Some new guy in the XWF. Apparently he was trained up in Boston by Barney Green."

"Barney Green? The Barney Green? Former somebody, current nobody."

"Yes."

"Who the fuck hires an obese dipshit like Barney Green to train them on how to do anything except clog their arteries?"

"Jesus Lou."

Tommy looks down to his nephew whose mouth is wide open having just heard what Lou had to say.

"Buddy did you bring your Ipod with you?"

"Sure did Uncle Tommy."

"Good. Put it on for me. Lou and I need to have an adult conversation."

"Ok."

Christian reaches down into his bookbag and pulls out a black Ipod with white earbuds. He places the earbuds in his ears and the Ipod on the bench.

"Seriously Barney Green is training someone on how to wrestle? That's like hiring Richard Simmons to help you pick up women."

"Or Peter Gilmour on how to cut a promo."

"That guy is still around?"

"Yep."

"Jesus. He can't be any good anymore. Guy was just coming up back when I could still have sex without needing a pill."

"Really didn't need to hear that Lou."

"He any good anymore?"

"Are you implying he was once good?"

"He was ok back in the day, so long as he had someone with a strong back to work with."

"Ahhh, the more things change the more they stay the same. As much as I love talking about all the ways in which Peter Gilmour is a waste of oxygen I need to keep my head on about this Steve Stajan guy."

"What do you know about him?"

"Nothing beyond him being trained by Barney. Which is really all I need to know. I make it my business to not worry about someone who was trained by a guy that hasn't seen his dick in 10 years without the use of a mirror. This is basically a throw away match. A warm up for the warm up match I have the following week and the warm up match I have the week after that."

"Warm up match. You ever going to face anyone good?"

"Yeah, when the XWF hires someone good. The whole place is filled with and fuck ups. So in the meantime I'll just settle for breaking faces. It's a great stress reliever actually, you should really try it sometime."

"I'm good thanks. I got my own ways of relieving stress."

"Suit yourself. You know you should come to the match on Wednesday. See me man handle this guy. Who knows I might even dust off some of the stuff you taught me."

"Thanks for the offer but you know me, I'm not one for large crowds."

"Well Lou it's really been great catching up but I gotta go a few more rounds with this punching bag and then get the little man home. I'll try and stop by before I head out of town."

"Sure you will bigshot. I'll believe it when I see it."

Lou pats Christian on the back and then heads back over to the big boxing ring in the center of the room while Tommy starts going to work on the punching bag.