"You're not going to beat me this time, sexy boy." Bret taunted as he dribbled the ball expertly between his legs.
"Oh, we'll see about that old man." Shawn retorted as he swiftly spun around, taking the ball and sent the ball hurling through the air, celebrating as the ball went through the hoop.
It was 2015. Exactly five years since the on stage truce that had buried a then 12 decade's old hatchet and opened up the lines of communication between the two retired all star wrestlers.
Now their words of competitiveness came from a place of kinship the two men had found they shared. After all, both were toted as being two of the greatest WWE wrestlers of all time.
Bret sank into the freshly mowed grass beneath him. A little one on one had been a great idea, he thought. Just what they both needed to unwind from their still all too busy lives.
"Who you calling old? You know I'm not that much older than you." The older of the two replied, as he wiped the perspiration with the back of his right arm.
Shawn went to sit by his former colleague. "Yeah, but you are still older."
"So what? I'm still the Excellence of Execution." Bret replied with a chuckle.
"True dat, brother." The Showstopper conceded.
Sitting for fifteen minutes more having gotten their second wind Shawn rose to his feet.
"Ready to go again?"
"Yeah, but I won't go so easy on you this time."