Do you think you can worm your way out of this by claiming I never sought you out when you had titles before? If that's your best excuse for not wanting me to face me, you're even more pathetic than I thought you were. In fact I'm pretty sure you declined me a shot at the All-Star title because it wouldn't be good for a main eventer Now I'm not going to address you by your apparent new title because quite frankly, it's not really befitting of you. A phoenix, according to mythology is a gorgeous, majestic firebird with a long life-cycle, whose song is said to be beautiful when heard and once it dies, it rises from its own ashes to be reborn.
Butch scratches the facial accumulating around his chin and neck, his expression contemplative.
(Butch): Now, humour me if you would Eddie but whereabouts in those descriptions do you fit in? The beautiful birdsong? *Butch smirks* I think we can firmly scratch that off the list. Gorgeous and majestic…
Butch fake-coughs before continuing.
(Butch): Yup…that's definitely scratched off…
He allows himself a small smile prior to going on with his address of Eddie.
(Butch): But in all seriousness, Eddie are we really going to keep on with this "Butch is a flash in the pan" malarkey? Really? Because to be honest, it's getting a bit old. Seven years of being either at the top of the food chain or close enough to the top rung, jeez that's some flash in the pan there, Ed. One thing I would love to know however, is how you came to the conclusion that that we HWA "mainstays" exist primarily because of you and Talon? Why don't you reverse those roles? Take away myself, take Buff away, take Hans out of the picture, and erase AC from the record books. What are you left with? The exact picture you painted of me, Eddie, that's what. A stagnant, cancer-ridden canvas of emptiness. You and the rest of N-Sync would be devoid of the bottom-feeders to pick holes in, dismiss and use to make yourselves feel more important. The simple fact is this Eddie, as much as we need you; you need us just as much because you would have nobody. Without guys like Hans and I twisting your titties with our incessant ramblings and constant reminders of your over-inflated egos and how you never defended your titles with honor yadayadayada. What would your promos consist of if Hans and I weren't here Eddie? Hmm? Nothing. Would you continue to put people on notice but not have the balls or the guts to back it up, would you continue fill everyone's heads with empty promises of a new era?
Butch purses his lips, again scratching his beard in a mock-thinking manner.
(Butch): My guess would be a yes, Eddie, wouldn't you agree? It's okay, you don't have to answer that either, it was another rhetorical question.
Mind you, it's refreshing to actually hear you speak some form of the truth. Facing me, for you, would indeed be career suicide and that's where the root of this problem lies. You can build up all the smoke screens in the world about your concentration being elsewhere and about me not having anything you want. If I were really no threat to you Eddie, you would accept my challenge without flinching; you would step into the ring with me, take me out, defeat me and move on to the decimation that awaits you at the hands of AC James. But no, you've opted out of the man-up policy and chose cowardice.
Butch stares intrepidly into the camera with blazing intent.
(Butch): You want to know the real truth Eddie? You're scared of the truth. You're scared of the fact there's a very large possibility that I am going to turn you into an accordion when the time comes that you and I collide. And trust me when I say this Eddie, that the truth will come to fruition when I get you in that squared circle. All your bravado, back-slapping, self-promotion that's kept you warm over the years will be stripped away by the cold had truth that when you step into the ring with me, the joke will be on you, and the sad story that will be told in the days, weeks, months and years to come will begin with the name "Eddie" and end with the name "Butch Parker", and I'll guarantee this Eddie…this story, for you, does not have a happy ending.
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