Then, just when the he thinks the coast is fully clear, as he opens the driver's door….
(Voice): Mr Parker! Mr Parker! A few questions if you will?
(Butch): You managed to hide yourself pretty well kiddo.
The young man laughs nervously.
(Reporter): I was in my car…I was waiting for Hans von Richtoven actually but then I seen you come out.
(Butch): Hans was taken to hospital straight after the conclusion of Havoc and it isn't likely that he'll be making a statement anytime soon. He left the arena earlier in an ambulance with his brother and Miss Lang. So looks like you had to settle for second best eh?
(Reporter): Oh no, nothing like that, Mr Parker! It's just with what happened to Hans this evening, and with him being World Cham-
Butch manages a smile at the young journalist's nervousness.
(Butch): Relax son; I'm only pullin' your pisser. I have had quite a rough night though as you will have seen and would rather just get back to my hotel and have a shot shower and go to bed. But I'll let you ask a few questions; who is it you report for anyway?
The man's eyes light up instantly as he pulls out a Dictaphone.
(Reporter): The Augusta Chronicle, sir.
(Butch): And what do I call you?
(Reporter): Francis, Mr Parker, Francis Jeffers.
Butch raises a single eyebrow, recognising the name but he quickly dismisses it.
(Butch): Very well, Mr Jeffers, what is it you wish to ask me?
(Francis Jeffers): I wanted to get your thoughts on several of the events that transpired at Havoc. First of all, the mysterious threats you received which has now been made public on the HWA's website, do you have any inclination as to who could be targeting you?
By his expression and Butch had a feeling this question was coming.
(Butch): Well obviously at first it was quite disconcerting to begin with. But when you've been in this business as long as I have and when you've been associated with a man like Senester, you tend to make a lot of enemies. As long as whoever it is knows what they're getting themselves in for by targeting me, then it doesn't bother me.
(Reporter): Interesting! Also, there was footage shown at Havoc of several people giving evidence against you in this longingly-documented case being filed against the HWA. What do you think?
(Butch): I have no comment on that. If I am asked to appear I will gladly do so and I will tell nothing but the truth. However, for now, I have no comment.
(Francis Jeffers): Oh, erm okay then, not a problem…Your victory over Ronnie McNeil at the last HWA pay-per-view Road to Ruin resulted in you being able to pick the special guest referee for the 8-Man tag main event that took place earlier. You picked Hulk Hogan, a very unique choice considering his affiliations with the NWO and obviously, given the result of the match, in hindsight it doesn't appear to have been a wise choice. What are your thoughts?
Butch snorts a sarcastic laugh through his nose.
(Butch): In hindsight, yeah…My reason for picking Hulk Hogan as referee was to purely show the NWO that we don't fear them, that we could put anyone as referee especially Hulk Hogan and we wouldn't be swayed. And if the case arose where we would be unsuccessful in securing the victory, it would just go to show that the NWO can't really win a match fairly. So, really it sorted of proved a point. However, given the grave circumstances in which the match ended, with Hans suffering a very dangerous blow to the head, Logan being handcuffed and Buff's sudden hard-on for Talon and his buddies, I obviously take full responsibility for what happened tonight. And I never thought I'd say it but I can't remember the last time I was happy to see the Sons of Anarchy.
(Francis Jeffers): That's erm….that is very commendable of you Mr Parker, but with all due respect I don't think anyone could have foreseen the actions of Buff Bridges – a man you have had a lot of history with.
Butch raises his eyebrows in acknowledgement along with a slight nod of his head.
(Butch): Buff Bridges spearheading the NWO is an absolute farce. Not two months ago, Talon was calling for Buff Bridge's head on a spit; he, Eddie and Ronnie all bellyached about how unfair it was that Buff Bridges dethroned Ronnie as the new All-Star Champion. They basically started a witch hunt against him, quoting promo figures and views, merchandise sales, Christ I could go on for hours. And now, all of a sudden, that's swept under the carpet and now he's their leader?
Butch speaks with an incredulous tone, laughing despite himself before regaining his composure.
(Butch): Yep, they got the win over us tonight, congratulations to the NWO on finally winning match for the first time in what feels like forever. Am I worried or concerned? No. Will retribution be paid? Oh you bet your arse there will! Logan and Heinrich obviously feel the same considering what happened, and Hans will of course be vying for some payback once his head heals and this will all come to fruition in due course, don't you worry about that, Mr Jeffers.
The young journalist's face has lit up considerably at the information he is getting.
(Francis Jeffers): Incredible....just incredible! If I could only bother you with one more question?
Butch nods as he tenderly lifts a hand to the paper-stitched cut on his forehead.
(Francis Jeffers): Great! Now I'm not sure if you've been made aware or not but next week at Havoc, you'll be facing another former World Champion in Maniac, do you have any words for him?
A pleasantly surprised look crosses Butch's face as he pouts his lips out in a satisfied manner, allowing his head to stroke its way across the stubble of facial hair accumulating around his chin and neck area.
(Butch): Maniac eh? Well that's certainly a blast from the past….I think the last time I faced him was actually when I lost the World Championship to him in my first reign, a triple threat match against both he and Buff Bridges, back in 2005. Long time ago that…well; it's most definitely a match I'll be looking forward to competing in. Antonio, last time I checked, are still on good terms, and it should be an interesting match, that is if the Buff Brigade can keep their noses out of other people's business for once.
Butch looks down at his watch and his eyes widen in momentary shock.
(Butch): Whoa, sorry kiddo but I'm going to have to dash. Thanks for your time though.
Butch gives the young reporter a reassuring slap on the shoulder before turning about and climbing into his rental car.
Jeffers rubs his arm where Butch hit.
(Francis Jeffers): Ow…
Inside the car, Butch pulls out his cell phone and dials a number, pressing the phone against his ear. A moment or two goes by before the call is answered.
(Butch): Hey man, it's Butch, is he awake?
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(Butch): No worries, well I'll head back to my hotel the now then and I'll come up later, when're the next visiting hours?
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(Butch): Eight till nine? Gotcha. No worries….what?
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(Butch): Nah, some reporter hung around the arena looking for Hans, so I just answered some questions for him…..Right, yeah…..
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(Butch): No worries, I'll see you in a few Heinrich, bye.
Butch tosses the phone onto the passenger's seat before putting the car gear and he drives off out of the arena parking lot as the scene fades to black.
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