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"End of Days" starts playing as the crowd are far from pleased. Wade Barrett arrives from behind the curtain with a smug smile across his face. He tilts his head at the booing crowd as he shakes his head with a chuckle, making his way to the ring. He strolls up the steel steps and steps inbetween the ropes. He already has a microphone ready as he stands in the centre of the ring as the centre of attention, ready to speak.
Wade Barrett:Oh, you've all got no idea how much fun I'm about to have. Once again, I get an opportunity to prove why Mick Foley should stick to staying home and making sporadic appearances to sell tickets, as if he ever would. Before I get on with this, I'd like to cover something quickly, and I want you listen, Shawn. If you're watching at home, which I assume you are, if you can sit upright by now. You're nothing to me. You were just the start, you just happened to be the first one in a long list of men who need to get a reality check and finally pack their bags and go home. But, and although I'm sure this boils your blood, Michaels, you aren't the centre of attention to night. Only one man has a rightful claim to this spotlight, and that is me. I have worked every day of my life to get where I am today, and unlike you, Foley, I'm not a one trick pony, I can keep people entertained and in their seats, they may not like me, but if they're not buying tickets to see me win, they're buying tickets in the hope that I lose. Obviously, I won't, but that's their delusions, not mine. Mick, you and I have had our scuffles, and you can claim to have a pinfall over me, I'm not denying that. Whether or not it's a legitimate victory is another. You caused a double countout, and management, the biased outfit that it is, decided to restart it in your favour. You were allowed to attack me before I was at a vertical base, so in one man's humble opinion, that "No-Disqualification Match" was worth a whole lot of nought.
Barrett begins to pace in the ring as the crowd boo even more, and some start chanting for Foley, before Barrett suddenly interjects them.
Wade Barrett:All of you can keep your mouths shut, and remain that way while your superiors are talking. If there's one thing I can't stand it's idiocy. It's probably the main reason I've disliked you so intensely, Mick. You've had your brains bashed in more times than you can count, although I doubt you were all that good at counting regardless, that's why you're here trying to make a living out of getting your head kicked in every week. That's all it is, isn't it, Foley? That's all you are, it's your "Heart". Just because you can last a little longer doesn't mean I'm not going to defeat you. If I have to make your life a living hell a little longer than I do most opponents, then that's absolutely fine with me. And if you have the audacity to think this is about revenge, or maybe even jealousy, then let me enlighten you. I don't care about you. I don't care what you've done, I don't care what you've earned, that doesn't matter. What matters is here and now, and right here and now, I stand as the most pursued after talent and the most feared competitor to ever step into this ring. I am sick of tired of seeing the blatant disrespect for me that's been shown in CWF, and the favours that's been passed on to others because of length of service. We have Mick Foley being granted a shallow victory over me, we have The Undertaker getting a title match against our World Champion because of a Countout Victory, and then we have Shawn Michaels, a man I absolutely decimated on Nitro, on the front of the poster. At least I get to watch his old jaw being kicked in again by Cody Rhodes, but what a shambles this company has become. This is more than a fall from grace, this is downright pathetic.
The fans don't like Barrett disrespecting the company and their favourite superstars, so they boo him, as you do. A "CWF" chant starts up and gets louder and Barrett stares at the crowd until they've stopped.
Wade Barrett:Chant all you want, it won't change a thing when Foley steps into this ring. It's going to be quite entertaining watching the replays, as I observe how Mick Foley deals with a match against me when I'm actually ready to compete, not downed because of an assault before hand. Humiliating you in one of the matches that would seem to suit you best is going to be the most fun I've had in years, Foley. Knowing that your family is going to have to not just watch your spine bend and crack as you go through just any table, but you're going to be going through one on fire. I get to drop you into a hellish mass of wood and steel, and let me tell you, it's going to be the best time that I've had in ages.
Barrett smiles smugly until suddenly the titantron lights up and interrupts him and he stares at it with a frustrated look across his face.
OOC: Good luck, Hoovs, hope we can make this a good one.
The crowd comes alive as "The Hardcore Legend" Mick Foley makes his way down to ringside. Wade does not look pleased at his emergence here tonight. Foley walks down the ramp and looks to be in great spirits, as he does a lot of the time. He looks out to the crowd and points to them.
Foley walks around the ring and is handed a microphone from a ringside employee. He rolls into the ring with the mic and gets up to face Barrett. He walks around the ring for a second as his music plays. Mick is soaking up all of the attention he can get. He then stops and addresses Wade as his music stops.
Mick Foley: Wade, Wade, Wade, we meet again. Only this time, you're in my domain. Last time we faced, it was a one-on-one singles match that ended in a double count-out. However the powers that be decided that a clear-cut winner had to be made so they turned it into a No Disqualification match which, lets be honest, you had every advantage over me. You could've taken a chair and bashed me in the skull. You could've drug out a table and driven me through it. Or perhaps you could've grabbed a singapore cane and just went to town. The opportunity was there, knocking on your door but you didn't answer it because deep down, you know that I have your number and that eats away at you doesn't it? Admit it, you can't stand the fact that someone who looks like me, someone who is as unconventional as myself could defeat someone who, in the realm of your own mind, is prim and proper and is, on the surface, the perfect superstar and superior athlete. You have your hair gelled up, facial hair shaven, body chiseled from stone and, I'd say quite a few years younger and yet you still couldn't get the job done. Wade Barrett crumbled under the pressure and the almighty "Barrett Barrage" failed to live up to the hype.
Foley is running Wade down and Wade looks on angrily. The crowd is cheering loudly and they start chanting "YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!" aimed directly at Barrett. Foley picks up on this.
Mick Foley: Do you hear that, Wade? You've got all of these people RIGHT HERE in Minneapolis, Minnesota!
The crowd roars as Foley goes for his signature cheap pop. Wade does not appear to be amused in the least.
Mick Foley: ....saying that you suck and Wade, I have to tell you, I don't agree with them. Wade, you showed me at Uprising that you have guts and you have brawn but the one thing you lack that every great superstar has is humility. You see, you've got all the tools and God-given abilities but you just don't pull it together. Wade, you don't suck but your attitude sure does. But that's ok Wade, I can change all of that. You see, at Showdown of Dreams, you are walking into a playground that I know all too well. You say you don't care who I am, where I've been or what I've done but Wade, I'd hope you'd care a great deal because our match is a Flaming Tables match and where do you think Flaming Tables originated? I've spent many years in the birthplace of this match, ECW, and trust me when I say that you cannot begin to fathom the type of punishment we would put each other through on a nightly basis. Barrett, I've felt the heat from fire and I've felt the pain of a table as I'm sure you have but, put them together, and you have a product of Satan himself. I've been there Wade and I do not fear going there again. You see, that's what gives me the leg up because Wade, I can guarantee the first time you see a Flaming Table live and up close and personal, your tough guy, holy-er than thou art attitude will be wiped right off your face and I'll take great pleasure in introducing you to true pain.
The crowd is shocked as Foley begins to speak more sadistic than he usually does, almost as if he's becoming someone else. He starts really getting into it and he continues.
Mick Foley: Wade, The feeling you go through is unlike any feeling you've ever felt in your life and I'll be damned if I let you walk out of that match not truly appreciating what it's like to feel that kind of pain. I'll feel like I cheated you out of an experience. A truly life-altering experience. Wade Barrett, at Showdown of Dreams, you're going to be in for the fight of your life and as we all know, Pay-Per-Views are the place where anything can happen and surprises occur and trust me when I say that you'll be having your fair share of surprises at Showdown of Dreams. Showdown of Dreams.....strange name because Wade, when I'm done with you, you won't be in a dream, living high and fancy free, you'll be screaming in agony, pleading and begging for your life and desperately trying to escape your own worst nightmare.
Foley gets in Barrett's face and appears to have gone off his rocker, perhaps channeling a place where he hasn't been in a very long time, an extreme place.
Barrett maintains a completely straight face while Mick Foley is right up in his face, the place you really don't want him to be. He leans forward condescendingly and raises the microphone to himself.
Wade Barrett:So I just wasted a good amount of my time listening to some old git run his mouth, but I did catch a few things in there that made sense. For one, you admitted that I have all the tools to get it done in this ring....and that's about it. Frankly, I'm a little embarassed for you, standing here listening to this incessant ranting about how I have a holier-than-thou attitude. How my attitude is the problem. There's two problems with that argument, Foley. You are the last person to try and say someone has an ego, you come back every so often to do a little monologue, promote your new book, or god forbid, compete. And every single time, you blurt out a place that we're in to get these people cheering for you. You love the sound of your name being chanted by thousands of people. Whereas I, I don't care what people think, they don't want to buy tickets to watch me win, fine, buy tickets in the hope of watching me lose, I believe I've already covered that. They think I suck, and I learned a long time ago exactly what the opinion of these people is worth. About as much as that plaid shirt, apparently.
Barrett begins pacing up and down the ring looking upwards, almost like he's ignoring Foley.
Wade Barrett:And then we come to strike two, and that would be, why shouldn't I? Why should I hide from the fact that I am simply tenfold times the man you are? My holier-than-thou attitude has brought me nothing but success, I am not the first Intercontinental Champion in this company off a fluke, I did not make my re-debut in a World Heavyweight Championship match on a fluke, I am THE most talented athlete to ever step into this ring, and every single night I come out here and I prove it. If you think your strange, new, almost...masochistic goal of putting me through a table as though it's some kind of ritual initiation puts any kind of fear into me, I suggest you turn around, tuck your tail between your legs and leave this arena before I throw you out, because you could not be more wrong if you thought that you had a chance at getting a championship match in this business again!
Barrett suddenly looks at the crowd with a less than happy look on his face as they pop for the idea of Foley holding a title and begin to chant his name. The camera pans to a "Foley is GOD" sign as Barrett's eyes slowly traverse across the crowd until they're quiet again.
Wade Barrett:You'd like that would you? Well you also liked this nimrod getting his teeth kicked down his throat every time he comes out here. If anyone sucks in this arena, it's not me, and for once it's not Foley, it's you people. You are the one thing in this business that holds people back, I'll admit it Foley, you have a lot of ability when you step into this ring, but maybe if you'd focused more on winning matches rather than having your arse kicked for a good twenty minutes in order to entertain these people, maybe you'd have more championship reigns, you wouldn't walk with a limp, and you wouldn't have frightened so many up and comers as well as your own damn children away from this business! You are a a cancer, Foley! You've done nothing but hold this entire industry back, you've done nothing but let people down, let yourself down, and for once just do the only thing that a decent human being can do. Turn around. Leave this ring, walk out of this arena, and never come back. Your career shouldn't have ever started, Foley, and I am damn sure not going to let the nightmare play itself over again. At Showdown of Dreams, you either don't turn up at the arena and do us all a favour. Or, you walk down that ramp when the time comes, your music plays, and once more you hear the crowd screaming for you, chanting the name. Once more, Foley is God. Unfortunately for you, that makes me the God-Killer, because once you get in that ring, I am going to beat you worse than you ever have been before. I am going to make sure you never walk again. You will NOT disgrace this business any more.
The boos seem to echo throughout the arena as Barrett steps forward with his microphone and spits at Foley's face. He stares into the eyes of the Hardcore Legend with a new-found anger, perhaps one only Foley can bring out.
OOC: Apologies for not having done this sooner, I had a lot of stuff to do, but let's try and get this going Hoovster.
