Butch stops the swaying of the bag before continuing.
(Butch): You see, once again, Talon is right, well at least half-right. See I know exactly what you are but it is most definitely not unstoppable. If you were truly unstoppable, Ronnie, the World Championship that Hans so proudly wears around his waist, would have been around yours a long time ago. You had your chance two years ago at Fatality against both Belial and me, and you let it pass you by. You had your chance against me at Road to Ruin the very next month and once again you tripped over that final hurdle. And once again, if, and that’s a big-ass if, Ronnie, you manage to put enough consistent effort in this time around to merit a proper title match against Hans, he will out-match you because he is what you are not and that is a champion, with or without a belt around his waist. You are not a champion, nor worthy of being one Ronnie. You want that belt for personal gratification and to give one giant black middle finger to society.
Butch stops for a moment again, a slight smirk creeping across his face.
(Butch): You want a lot of things, don’t you Ronnie? You want to break my spirit and pride, you want to think that once I dish out my entire repertoire of wrestling manoeuvres on you that you’ll be able to shake it off and beg for more. You want Hans’ World Championship more than you’d like to f**k Toya, don’t you? You want to see me lying at your feet when that final bell rings and hear your name announced as the winner. You want to see Hans in that same position. You want the world to respect and fear you, to cower when you approach and avert eye contact when you stare in their direction. You want to be God, Ronnie McNeil.
A more serious expression passes over Butch’s sweat-soaked face.
(Butch): And sadly Ronnie…people who want don’t always get.
Butch motions for the cameraman with an incline of his head and the cameraman understands the notion and cuts, the scene instantly fading to black.
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