Bad News Barrett Poem by Kewayne Wadley

His entrance music plays
The crowd electrifies, watching him taunt his way to the ring
Some cheer most boo
Making their emotion felt in the name of entertainment
His laced boots step across the threshold of ropes
He connects eyes with his opponent, the mind games begin
The psyche of waiting for the bell to ring
Then Suddenly It happens
Both men move about
The tips of their boots dig into the mat grappling the tops of their shoulders
The ropes rattle as they tussle about
The crowd digs in the choreographed dance
Not wanting to miss a moment- a test of strength
He tosses him towards the rope waiting on his return
His back slings against the rope, ricocheting him into a strong powerslam
His spine slaps against the mat
Echoing over the crowds loud boos and cheers
An agonizing look strikes his face
If you looked away it's too late unless your DVR is set to record
A set of mindless stomps come into play
Making his opponent weaker as he tries to stand to his feet
The referee intervenes ensuring a clean break
The crowd boos as he taunts them
The cameras make sure to follow every movement for those at home
He stands back up rethinking his strategy
They grapple once more- arms tussle into an armlock of sorts
followed by a headlock snapmare.
Pressure is applied
The mat cushions his fall
The referee quickly checks for submission
None is given
The mat rattles from the rally of gathering motivation from the crowd
Head caught between a tight grip of muscular arms
He asks the referee to check again making his hold even tighter
To no avail he still answers no
They stand back to their feet, he shuffles his elbow to the opponents gut to free himself
repeated elbows until the hold releases
In desperation he unleashes a powerful kick to the head
His opponent falls to mat
He crawls over to pin him
The referee begins the count soon as his leg is hoisted in the air
The crowd cheers as his hand hits the mat
One
Two
He kicks free breaking out of the pin
Both men are in disbelief
The tide of momentum shifts-  a fear of loss sets in
Both men struggle to get back on their feet
One using his will, the other using the rope
Head still ringing from that kick he leans against the rope
turning his back to his opponent flipping his elbow pad inside out
Unaware his opponent approaches him
The crowd boos, trying to signal him but alas it's too late
He places his hand on his shoulder to spin him around and out of nowhere
BOOM! BULLHAMMER!
A devastating straight right to the left side of his jaw
With no other choice he falls to the pale gray canvas- hard
His opponent falling right behind him covering him for the pin
The referee begins the count
One
Two
Three
The referee signals for the bell, the match is over
The crowd boos expecting a different outcome
He taunts them, laughing while his entrance music plays