The Universe waits for another match to take place. The talk amongst themselves has they usually do while they wait for a match to begin. They are silenced, mostly, because they weren’t expecting it, when they heard what sounded like a gavel, being hit against a hard surface and a deep, male voice with an English accent saying, “Ladies and gentleman, can I have some decorum, please.” They look towards the tron and see a man, holding a gavel, standing on a podium with big, red letters, #BNB on a sign on the front of the podium that almost looks like someone took a huge, red stamp and stamped it on the sign. The man had dark colored hair and a beard that looked more like a gouty. The Universe couldn’t tell if he was a new wrestler or someone from cooperate , because he was dressed in a nice suite, but defiantly looks like the type that has been threw his fair share of fights. The Universe neither cheered or booed, because they didn’t know what to think of this guy, yet. Once everyone is quite, the man continues to speak.
“Normally, I would be a gentleman and start off by introducing myself, since you all have no idea who I am, yet, but I have something I feel I need to say, first. You see, while I was in the locker room, getting ready for my promo, I couldn’t help, but over hear what the other wrestlers were saying to each other. They kept talking about how much better they are than each other and argued over who will be the future of this company. Well, I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news! You all may not realize it, yet, but I’m the REAL future of this company. All those hopes and dreams everyone else in the back had will be shattered, once they step in the ring with me, Bad News Barrett. I will not only be the future of this company, but I will also have total control over it and I don’t care who I have to run over to do so. You all are probably wondering what makes me so sure of myself. Well, perhaps a little about myself might shed some light,” he says and than clears his throat.
“My name is Wade Barrett, but you all can call me Bad News Barrett. Has you can tell, I enjoy being the barer of bad news, but I’m sure that’s not want your interested in knowing. I’ve been train and fought for year in bare-knuckle fighting in the streets of Preston, England, which is where I’m from and they were far from being a friendly bunch, which is why I’m so confident in my success there in TNWF. The blokes I saw in the locker room were nothing compared to who I’ve been up against and I don’t think they can handle someone like me. People have asked me, if I’m ready for the TNWF wrestlers. I think they real question is, “are they ready for some bad news?”
Barrett bangs his gavel once more, before the tron goes blank and the #BNB logo appears and the screen like some stamped it across the screen. The crowd boos in relation, not likening the comments he made. Especially, since he hasn’t even seen what he can do, yet.
