Once upon a time this gym was the training ground for great wrestling talent. Legends have pasted through these doors. Tex Johnson, "Outlaw" Rex Kane, Mack Murphy, Robert Lunde, Hyde, Marcus Jax, and Brian Cruise to name a few. Together these men represent four generations of performers.
Tex Johnson, Rex Kane, and Mack Murphy were performers in a time when wrestling shows would only manage to have one match. That match would go on for sometimes an hour and a half. When there was more than one match, the fans felt cheated. They trained in this place and they went on to great things.
Robert Lunde was a performer in the begining of the "promo" days. In a time where a man could say a few words into a microphone and get the whole wrestling world eating out of the palm of his hands. He was a performer out of the ring and in. In both places he was the consumate story teller.
Hyde performered in an era of men being bigger than life. In a time where the big men recieved all of the attention. In a time where it was thought, by fans and promoters alike, that size meant skill. Hyde has managed to bring a few titles home. He has been a champion.
Which brings us to the final generation, AGWF. They represent the new breed of wrestling performer. Quick, agile, strikers. They have been known to the AGWF before. Marcus Jax has.
During Wayne Dons first tour with the AGWF, he was a brash, cocky, egotistical, money flaunting ass. He had stared in a few movies, nothing that you have heard of, and he came to the AGWF a rich man. Shortly after losing the Heavyweight Championship Wayne realized that this was not the man he wanted to be, so in the middle of the night, after discussing it with Mr. money,Wayne don simply faded away. With little fanfare and no goodbyes, he was gone.
Here we are now, almost a year later and Wayne Don feels the time is right for him to reappear.
At the moment dressed in a pair of khaki slacks, muscle T, and unbuttoned light blue shirt Wayne don sits on the plastic bleachers in front of the ring and he admires his surroundings.
The ropes on the ring have slackened over time, hanging loose. The apron is covered in a layer of dust and rodent droppings. In the far corner a body bag hangs, busted along one seem, stuffing fallen to the floor. There is a slight yellowish light lending it's glow to the dingy area.
The camera closes in on Wayne don and he smiles.
"Hello, AGWF, my name is Wayne don . I've thought about it long and hard. I was advised against it by my trainers, Hyde and Robert Lunde. I was advised to go for it by my friend and partner, Marcus Jax. Ultimately the decision to be made was mine and mine alone. I looked at the talent that remains in the AGWF . I looked at how hard they worked. I looked at how determined they were to succeed. That is what made my decision so easy. I looked around and thought how could I not be willing to return to my first home, the AGWF."
wayne looks off to the distance, before smiling and looking back at the camera.
wayne stands up and walks down the bleachers looking into the camera, smiling and holding up a contract.
"AGWF I would like to issue an open challenge to any AGWF Superstar. If anyone would like to step into the ring with "The 1" Wayne Don, just sign your name on the bottom line."
The camera backs away from the smiling Wayne don as we
FADE TO BLACK.
