(Butch): So Talon, it seems our destinies have been intertwined once more. I won't lie when I say I had expected to be facing Logan Neilson at Blood, Sweat and Tears, but…
Butch maintains his smile, looking up at Senester's balcony.
(Butch): …it was not to be. No matter though, despite his actions at Havoc, I can deal with and dispose of Logan anytime I wish.
Butch then proceeds to rub his palms together as if anticipating a much-needed meal.
(Butch): Talon on the other hand…you are far different kettle of fish my friend, and although Senester has seemingly outgrown you, I have not, and I have certain inequities that need rectifying and they will be rectified at Blood, Sweat and Tears, that I can assure you. See as much as my actions over the past few months have looked down upon with reproachful eyes, I still have my respect and dignity for competitors in the ring. And although you have disappointed me Talon, for your own part in the world's fickleness and narrow-minded nature, it would be malignant for me to deny you any sort of credibility when it comes to your in-ring abilities. However, your pathetic reign, if you can call it that, as World Champion was almost as pointless and unworthy as Eddie's current disgrace.
Butch shakes his head in disgust at the thought of Eddie K as HWA World Champion before snapping back to reality.
(Butch): However, back on point. As I said before, although I am little disappointed Senester hasn't chucked Logan into the lion's den for me to toy with, I am more than happy to have you to play with Talon. As everyone is no doubt aware, I am a very proud man and I am proud of the records I hold, for the victories I have over certain people and the one person of importance who has a blemish on my career is you Talon Wilkinson. You bested me at Ring Master two years ago in that barbed-wire four-corner match and you managed to get a pinfall on me in that fatal-four-way cage match thanks to Eddie's interference. But that is the last of the joyous occasions you will enjoy after stepping in the ring with Butch Parker, Talon.
Neither of us are the men we were before Talon, that much is obvious but I am greater than you. Despite what you and many people may think, it is not I that has fallen from grace, quite the contrary in fact. You've fallen so far down the pecking order that even Senester, the one man who had any interest in you at all has grown tiresome of you. Again though, like I said, I have not grown tired of you. My hunger to dismantle you limb from limb, just as I would have done at Havoc were it not for that pathetic Superman-Zorro wannabe, has not been satisfied, but I will have the best opportunity of my career at Blood, Sweat and Tears.
Yet another smile creeps across Butch's face as he contemplates the carnage that he will unleash at the pay-per-view.
(Butch): And this time, I will have the whole arena at my disposal to pick you apart. I can drag your sorry carcass to the boiler room, beat you to a bloody pulp in the parking lot, the world is literally my oyster Talon. And you won't be able to do anything about it; you have nothing riding on this match apart from saving face. I am going to pour every fibre of my being into this match Talon; I am going to shed blood, sweat and tears to cement the fact that there is no man in this business that can match my intensity, my aggressiveness, or my sheer, raw animalistic power.
I have no doubt you'll put up a fight though and that's what will make it more interesting. A true predator enjoys seeing his prey fight for his life, for it makes the kill that much more enjoyable and make no mistake Talon, I will enjoy this. When you put me in the "Affliction" and attempt to wrench my arm from its socket, I will love it. When you try to swing the momentum in your favour by hitting me with the "Blade Runner", it will be exquisite and when you try and finish me off with a "Killswitch", it will simply orgasmic because no matter what you hit with me, no matter with pitiful attempt you display at thwarting me is only a mere prolonging of the inevitable, and that inevitability is your destruction Talon.
I must thank you though Talon, for giving me an excuse to divert my mind from the atrocities that Senester has me commit on a daily basis. It is a much-needed relief to focus on the more mundane and simple aspects of my life.
Butch seems to speak with genuine sincerity, a sincere, honest expression painted across his face before a devious smile returns.
(Butch): And I truly mean this Talon. Thank you.
Butch takes one last look at the LA horizon before turning around and stepping foot back inside his room as the scene fades to black.
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