A few minutes later and Butch exits the ring, taking a gulp from a water bottle. He grabs a remote control from the side of the ring and switches on the forty-eight-inch plasma television mounted on one of the walls and pretty soon, Eddie's appearance on the David Letterman show airs. Butch begins lightly working out on one of his heavy bags, keeping one eye on the interview. At its conclusion, Butch merely shakes head in a mixture of disgust, irony and mockery as he switches off the TV. He looks at his feet, his forehead leaning on the bag and he gently taps it with his fist before looking back up again.
(Butch): Well, upon seeing that, three words come to mind. Pot. Kettle. Black….I've said it many times before and God help me for havin to say it again. Is there no line that your hypocrisy won't cross Eddie? And is there no end to the verbal diarrhoea that continues to spew out of your mouth on a daily basis? No end to the bullshit you make up about me and other certain people *Butch coughs* Logan…
Butch pats his chest with the base of his right hand.
(Butch): Sorry about that, this cough has been nagging me all week.
A small smile cross his face before he continues.
(Butch): In all seriousness though, don't you find it quite funny Ed, that when on their own, Ronnie, despite his unbearable arrogance and undeserved sense of accomplishment, is quite placid and well-spoken, and Talon, despite his own imperfections, is often open-minded, logical and makes sense when he speaks, but somehow, when they are around you, they turn into the most annoying, one-dimensional assholes walking the earth? It's almost like you're pulling their strings Eddie, like they have no control over what they say or do unless you're dictating the plays, funny that isn't it?
Butch sarcastically face-palms himself.
(Butch): And do I really have to go and correct you again Ed? It's becoming tiresome to be perfectly frank, I feel like a damn teacher correcting his pupil's grammar for the umpteenth time. If you want to live in your own little Bizarro world where your thoughts, perceptions and outlook on everything are completely different to the rest of normal society, then you go ahead but me? I like to live in the real world, where logic and reason take precedence. Allow me to you back to when you were making your so-called splashes.
I believe you had just defeated Duriel for the All-Star Championship and I had just retained my World Championship against AC James. So yes, you were making these "waves" but never was I in any frame of mind that my reign as champion was coming to an end. In fact, if memory serves me correctly I actually came down to the ring to shake your hand and personally congratulate you on your victory. Of course, hindsight is such an invaluable trait to possess isn't it?
I believe the real problem stemmed from the fatal-four-way cage match to determine the number one contender for AC James' World Championship, in which you decided to lay your hands on Wisdom, resulting in me spearing the shit out of you, ultimately leading to you costing me my shot at the World Title. Now, I'm curious, between then and now, when you have ever attempted to make amends with me or bury the hatchet?
Butch's expression transitions to one of mock contemplation as he pouts his bottom lip out, and runs his index finger and thumb up and down his beard on either side of his face.
(Butch): That's right Eddie, you haven't! Just another notch on the bedpost of the bed of lies you continue to make. As far as me thinking I'm some big-time fan favourite, I really couldn't care if the fans cheer me or boo me; I spent enough time in Senester's company to understand how fickle the world can be. But you go ahead and think that my reason for not wanting to join your little bro-mance is because my so-called flaws would be exposed, then you bash on mate, bash on. It couldn't possibly be to do with the fact that you're a sycophantic little ####, could it?
A serious expression crosses Butch's face now.
(Butch): Oh and for the record, I think its safe to say that did a pretty good job of exposing your flaws at Havoc when I Sonic-Boomed your pathetic carcass as you flailed yourself across the ring in a desperate attempt to stop AC from gaining the decisive pinfall over Ronnie.
So in reality, right now….
Butch holds his left hand up above his head.
(Butch): I'm way up here.
Butch drops his hand to below his knees.
(Butch): You're here. Despite what you may think about the NWO being on top of the world and having the world at your feet, you're the one whose star has fallen from grace. All you care about is how good you look on television and how many ratings you apparently draw for every time you're puss appears on camera, or how many so-called promos you seemingly air. Oh by the way, getting on a plane and waving to a camera?
To be continued
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