high five

Jim and I went on early in what was really a call to go out and kick the show into high gear. The Nasty
Boys headed out with Jimmy Hart, who was wearing a spray-painted motorcycle helmet as
protection from us. Our music played and off we went, the pink tassels on our epaulets swinging as


we high-fived fans on our way to the ring. I pulled open my jacket to expose the shiny gold belt that
had meant so much to me once upon a time. But now I was galloping beyond that. Beware the dark
horse!