The Hermit of Hio

House Show

"Get lost, kid. And take off that ridiculous mask." Stomping through the stadium, Barrett's mind was occupied with many things. Another random boy wearing a Mysterio mask was not one of them, shooing the kid before making his way deeper into the arena.

Supposedly this rookie is going to be on soon... Well, he won't last long while I'm here... Barrett's mind was clear, he needed to get payback for those comments said to him last week on RAW. And there was no better way to do it, than sabotage his first ever match on a house show. Barrett needed to talk to the general manager of RAW, Mick Foley.

After what felt like hours of walking through the stadium, avoiding cameramen and other interviewers snooping around, he finally arrived. The sign plate saying RAW GM was plastered outside, as King Barrett knew what he had to do.
Fights whoever and loses due to interference from the wrestlers partner.

"Foley." He called from outside, knocking on the door with his back-fist. Waiting for a few seconds, Barrett couldn't help but knock again but even harder. Even then, there was no response from inside the GM's office.

Barrett felt his muscles tense, grabbing the handle in order to force the door open. To nobodies surprise, the door was locked, making the king even more annoyed. After a minute of knocking and waiting, Barrett could feel his right arm reel back.

"FOLEY!" Throwing his elbow against the door, a yelp could be heard from inside as Barrett managed to bust through the lock. Now open without any trouble, the fuming Wade Barrett marched inside to find the general manager hiding the sock that was previous in his hand.
Mick Foley must've been with Mr Socko, but that's not why he was there.

He wanted that match.

"Ahem- Mr General Manager of RAW, I wan't to fight the young blood that's about to go out there." Barrett said, making his way inside as Mick Foley sat there in silence. A bit confused at first, it clicked in his head once Barrett sat in front of him, showing a mark on his stomach.
The blow that had gone towards his stomach was still there, a purple smudge now visible to the general manager.

"I'm sorry Barrett, but I've already booked him in a match tonight..."

"W-What!? You're kidding me... Foley, you've blue-balled me for the last time!" Barrett yelled, a hot-red complexion who seemed more shocking than scary. Foley felt a hand tug at his tie, pulling him closer as Barrett was now furious.

"Cmon Foley, you have to do this for me!" Barrett was practically in his face, grabbing Foley by the shoulders as his tone grew louder. Foley could feel himself begin to sweat, what would happen to him if he said no?
Left with one smart choice, the GM of Monday Night Raw raised his hands, taking a step back.

"Alright then Mr King of the Ring, you've got your match. But not tonight-" Mick Foley's words were interrupted when he felt a strong embrace, being squished around the arms of King Barrett.

"YES! You won't regret this Foley...!" A malicious grin was spreading across the kings face, as Barrett made his way out of the office soon afterwards. As the door slammed, Mick Foley couldn't help but let out a smile. This new wrestler was something bizarre, and yet he could feel this monk-like figure was going to make for an interesting encounter.

"I think I've got some bad news, Barrett ol' boy..."

...

Sitting in the locker rooms amongst the other wrestlers, one man kept to himself focused on one goal. Wrapping his hand in wrestling tape, Oro Onosa'i was one of the newest talents to be brought over to the main roster with many others. Sitting back on his chair, Oro sat patiently as wrestler after wrestler began to leave the room.
Few would spare a glance at the young man, and chose to leave the room without a word.

But Wade Barrett was not one of those wrestlers.

"Hey, Oro Onosa'i."

That voice...Oro brought his head up to the irate Barrett, standing above him with an angered expression. Ever since he ran into him the night Wade was betrayed, he's been nothing but a nuisance to the rookie. At least, a rookie from the perspectives of other wrestlers.

"Hello Barrett-"

"Don't you hello Barrett me." Barrett had interrupted him without pause, slapping the young man's hand as he grabbed him by his singlet. Oro's smile turned into a frown, looking up to the king with a bored expression.

"...My apologies for what happened last week, I was not in the right mind..." Looking down, Oro's hands intertwined as he couldn't stare at Barrett in the eyes. The king wasn't impressed in the slightest, groaning in disappointment.

"Damn right you weren't, and now... Tonight, you're gonna pay for it." Barrett said, a smile plastered across his face. He had it all planned out ever since Oro hit him in the stomach, seeing the bruise that was caused by such a palm.
With no tag partners.

Walking away, the now dressed wrestler watched as his new acquaintance left the locker-room.  Tying the laces on his boots, Oro knew this was going to be one hell of a fight, soon following the king as they made their way to the entry-way.