(Butch): Dear Mr Parker, firstly congratulations on winning Angle of the Year at the 2010…aw piss off….wankers…
Butch picks up his coffee mug, taking a sip and screwing his face up slightly at the temperature of the liquid before he continues reading
(Butch): We have taken you're request for a singles match with Eddie Phoenix into consideration and although this is something we love to see happen, we have decided to decline at the present moment, due to contractual and legal complications with several members the New World Order…
Butch takes a moment to slam the bottom of his clenched fist down on the tabletop in frustration, the items atop it to shake slightly. He curses through clenched teeth.
(Butch): Bastard…
He keeps reading, obvious anger and annoyance contouring through his voice as he reads.
(Butch): …however these minor setbacks do not include tag team matches, ergo you have been booked in a tag match, your partner being AC James and the two of you will be facing off against Eddie Phoenix and Ronnie McNeil. We hope this will suffice for now and we look forward to seeing you in Montreal. Your's faithfully, HWA management.
Butch clicks the X in the top corner of the email thus closing the screen and he lounges back in his chair, his mood lightening somewhat. His brow raises, his expression slightly impressed, rattling the tips of his fingers of both hands against the arms of the chair in a fidgeting manner. He speaks out, more so thinking out loud more than anything else though.
(Butch): Not the best result in the world…
He stares absentmindedly at a singular point in the room but not really looking at anything in particular.
(Butch): But certainly not the worst…
A small smile creeps over his face and he closes the Mac lid down, rising from his seat and makes his way down to the personal gym as the scene fades to black.
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