BAWA Locker Room

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From the locker room this week comes a surprising statement from the former host of the BAWA, the beast, the tank Mr 'Hank McCoy'. Please be aware the the content of this statement is the opinon of Mr Hank McCoy and not of those here in the BAWA.


A Statement From Hank McCoy :


Since deciding to step down as Host and Ring Announcer for the BAWA last week, I've been asked again and again one question – “Why Hank Why?”. Why would one of the UK's best announcers decide to quit at the height of his career? The truth is so simple that even you, dear reader, could understand. I hated it. I detested it. Plastering on the fake smile and ploughing through the whole miserable thing again and again became too much. It wasn't worth it. You are not worth it.

The worst part? Walking to the ring to open the show. Standing in front of the vermin for the first time of the night, using all of my considerable strength to summon up the energy just to entertain you. And then I would look up in anticipation of excited faces, out into the crowd of our loyal fans; the vile, lazy, disgusting bunch of low-life fans. My energy and enthusiasm would be met by slack-jawed zombies. A collection of dead-behind-the-eyes sheep, unable to think for themselves. Luckily being as stupid as you are, I could control you. I told you just what to think and do. I said cheer and you would. I told you to enjoy your night and you did. I could have said anything. Anything. You were my puppets and I pulled your pathetic little strings.

Now here’s the bit you might not comprehend, so try to keep up. You may be asking why I stuck with it for as long as I did. If I hated it that much, why do it for 18 months? Why perform up and down the country in front of thousands of disgusting fans? It’s simple: power, positioning and influence.

Being an announcer you speak to everyone in the back, and see everything in the front. You can quickly spot talent but you also see the dead weight; the undeserving wastes of space who somehow end up representing the company. It’s embarrassing and something that I will soon change.

I’ve been on the look-out for talent and I’ve found it. I’m assembling a force to be reckoned with, one that with my help will go to the very top of this organisation. A force that deserves The Gold, the money, and the girls. A force worthy enough to carry the name of this company into the future, and by any means necessary. Ask no questions, take no prisoners. Only when you release yourself from the shackles of guilt, of remorse and compassion can you free yourself to do whatever it takes. I was looking for the cold-blooded, the calculated and unhinged, with all of the raw potential needed to dominate this industry. The search always continues, but I have found what I have been looking for.

With immediate effect I will be representing ‘The Casual One’ Kristoff Walton.

There is change coming to the BAWA, and you mark my words, this is just the start.

Good luck replacing me. You’ll need it.

Hank.