The scene faded from the EBWF.net logo to a set where Todd Grisham was sitting in front of a desk. He wore a black suit with a white shirt underneath and a black tie, behind him, an LCD hanging from the ceiling where the EBWF logo was displayed in the screen.
Todd Grisham: Ladies and gentlemen... Welcome to this special video available only on EBWF.net and EBWFFanation on Youtube! We have exclusive images after the Warfare was off air last week...
The camera zoomed into the LCD, the image of the EBWF logo faded to show the arena parking lot. An Audi rental sports car entered the lot with tires screeching, out came Trent Barreta, who was wearing jeans and a black Trent Barreta 8bit T-shirt. He closed the door and rushed into the building, the camera tried to follow him along the backstage area... Trent was quick to find a door which read "ZACK RYDER" and opened the door panting... Trent looked around the room, his broski Zack Ryder was nowhere to be seen... Trent ran both of his hands through his black hair and sighed. He walked out of the locker room and ran into a Crew member.
Trent Barreta: Where's Zack?
EBWF Crew Member: Zack Ryder? No... I haven't seen him.
Trent said nothing else and dismissed the crew member, not long after he was approached by Michael Cole.
Michael Cole: Trent, is everything okay?
Trent shook his head.
Trent Barreta: Where's Zack?
Michael Cole: I believe I saw him leave the building in a car with Curt Hawkins a while ago... Where were you anyway? He got levelled with a shot to the skull!
Trent was about to cut him off and tell Cole to mind his own business when he mentioned Zack being attacked.
Trent Barreta: What? Is he alright?
Michael Cole: He was able to stand up and walk up the ramp... The medical staff wanted him to get a CT!
Trent Barreta: What happened! Who did this to him? Was it Seth Rollins?
Michael Cole: No, it actually was Dean Ambrose... He hit him with the tag team title and then attacked him until Curt rushed to his aid... Where were you? Aren't you supposed to be friends? Aren't you supposed to watch each other's backs?
Trent walked away from Cole, not wanting to comment on his accusations.
Michael Cole: Or is it just Zack Ryder a goofball you keep around to watch your bag while you chase the World Title?
Cole was walking behind Trent, who was apparently heading out to his car.
Michael Cole: Trent, it is unacceptable! After Zack Ryder has done for you! He brought you to the EBWF! He gave you a shot here and got you the Tag Titles with Caylen Croft! And this is how you repay him?
Trent paused. He stood still.
Michael Cole: By letting him get attacked twice now? While you're living the good life? While you hang out with your girlfriend? Is that what you do? Let your friends take all the beatings?
Enough was enough. Trent had charged against Michael Cole, his hand wrapping around his throat and with amazing strength despite his cruiserweight size he shoved him against a nearby concrete wall. Trent panted, he looked into Michael Cole's eyes before releasing him and walking away from him and the cameraman... Leaving Cole sliding down the wall, grabbing his own throat as the scene faded back to Todd Grisham.
Todd Grisham: That opens up so many questions about what will take place next Monday night at Warfare when Trent Barreta meets up with the ever impressive outlaw Dean Ambrose, who refuses to be called a superstar, by al means necessary. After monday night the two tag teams will have already met, before their scheduled appointment at Fanniversary for the tag titles... I assure you we wi~...
There was no more nifty desk, no huge LCD, desk or geeky man with glasses... The scene was completely dark, that was until bright red from an igniting fire showed up what was going on. Sitting on a crate... Black wet hair falling over his face, he was sporting a 5 o' clock shade on his face... The flames in the floor lit up his face... It was Trent Barreta.
Trent Barreta: This is getting a little tiresome... This little act of bullying is getting a little stale...
Trent's voice was calm, despite not sounding cheerful, happy-go-lucky as usual.
Trent Barreta: People just think they can push me around... People think I won't fight back... People think I'm just one of those inflatable grinning clowns who you punch and they bounce back.
Trent's hands rested on his knees as he sat on top of the crate, in the background, the sound of scorching was heard.
Trent Barreta: You're wrong. You're all wrong. Or maybe I was the one who was wrong? Allow me to rephrase... I thought that by winning coming out here and doing what I do best... By being undefeated, by becoming a double champion, my competing for the world title... Then again the bullies keep coming... I am used to being called it all: Nerd, geek, virgin, derp... Sticks and stones might break my bones... But words will never hurt me... However, if you use sticks and stones to break my broski's bones I will come at you with guns blazing and my mega buster up your ass...
Trent tilted his head back.
Trent Barreta: MegaMan meets foul language... Anyway, Dean Ambrose: I understand the necessity to cause an impact, I know in this business it can be quite hard to make every camera and fan to check you out, buy your shirt and follow you on twitter... And before you even jump up and say you don't need those things, allow me to remind you that besides your matches, your follower count and merchandise sale determine the length of your EBWF contract. Being the new guy isn't easy... It was pretty hard for me when I arrived, but two months later I was already a champion... And I didn't have to COWARDLY attack anyone or play mind games.
Trent's voice raised slowly, the fire was burning bright.
Trent Barreta: I don't take nicely the fact you went behind my friend's back and attacked him like a miserable slithering snake... At Warfare you will meet someone whose eyes have been opened after a cold, killing kiss of steel in Satan's Structure... Maybe that was my 'Destiny' after all? Maybe I needed to play in the Devil's playground to open my eyes and see this concrete, burning jungle as it is... Out there there's no 3D, no HD, no Downloadable Content nor cheat codes. Sure, it hurt like hell when I was eliminated... And to this day... I believe I left part of me inside that chamber.
Trent leaned in, the fire burning under him making his facial features brighter.
Trent Barreta: I left a part of me which didn't know how to work rhythm into a match, a part of me who was craving to taste EBWF glory more than anything in the world... I've thought about it Dean... If I continue doing exactly what I have been doing since my arrival... It will come... The time for me to step and win the title will come...
Trent smiled, pulling his hair back and away from his face.
Trent Barreta: And I won't have to bother attacking people from behind to get there... Dean, I will reach the top with a clean conscience and blood-free hands. Sure, you've attacked Ziggler, Swagger and now my good friend Zack Ryder... You think that's the path to follow... You will probably want to level me with some dirty tactics during our match... I am ready Dean... I am ready for you, I will be ready at Warfare, I will be ready at Fanniversary! I will be ready if you jump me on the parking lot... I will be ready!
Trent jumped of the crate, the camera zoomed out, the fire origin was revealed as a pile of comic books... He looked down at the burning pile of paper and smirked.
Trent Barreta: Oh, these? Don't worry about these... These are just Archie comics, so no big loss here... I had you for a second!
Trent winked at the camera.
Trent Barreta: Ambrose... You don't scare me... and you certainly don't impress me! Don't get me wrong, you've got amazing ring skills... But you won't be the first and certainly not the last to arrive here wanting to take names and become important... I can't blame you! You can burn your paycheck, you can continue looking like you live in a pension for the poor, you can continue loathing fame and fortune which is tightly knotted to you if your skills get noticed... You can continue fighting against becoming what you've always been destined to be Dean... but at the end of the day it is inevitable! I am really thrilled to be facing someone like you, you are a terrific competitor and I'm pretty sure you will push me to my very limit... Question is: Do you really want to push me to my limit? Do you want to see what I learned after getting my ass handed to myself in the Chamber? Do you really want to release... This... Wolverine? You don't have much of a choice here...
Trent shrugged and pulled a hoodie over his head, walking past the camera, stepping on the ashes of the Archie's comic books as the scene faded to black.