(Butch): Apologies, Antonino, for my verbal absence as of late, but, as you can you see for yourself, I was a little preoccupied for a short while. Not to say I wasn't and still am not concerned about our match this coming Havoc. In fact, quite the contrary, I'm very much looking forward to it, as I said before, it's been so long since we've been in the ring together.
But you have made several high-profile mistakes my old friend. You mistake my absence for ignorance, for fear? You think my not acknowledging what you've said immediately transitions into a form of weakness?
A light snicker emanates from Butch's mouth.
(Butch): I confess myself disappointed, Antonino; I would have thought you knew me better than that. If you did, you would know that I fear no one in this industry, least of all you, who let's be honest, hasn't really reached the heights of grandeur that you once did before. After you pinned Buff Bridges at a Cold Day in Hell to wrench the HWA World Championship from my grasp all those years ago, your stock skyrocketed. You were the man everyone wanted to be, to be with, to be around. You warred with Senester, among many others, put them all in their place and stood proud atop the HWA mountain as the apex predator….
Butch sighs lightly, shrugging his shoulders.
(Butch): ….and now look at you….Going down the "I can't remember who I am" road just to get your name on the lips of the HWA fans again, because God knows they're not talking about your pathetic little back-and-forth with Bryan Deas. And now you think that by beating me you will suddenly merit a shot at Hans' World Championship.
Another wry smile finds its way crossing Butch's face.
(Butch): You've become stagnant, Maniac. You remind me a lot of Ronnie McNeil actually. You remain quiet, distant, uninterested when faced with the menial challenges, the so-called "lesser opponents" but once you're pitted against someone you think is a stepping stone to something greater, you erupt into life, spewing anecdote after anecdote after anecdote, you can't be silenced. And you think by doing this against me is going to see you through this match. You think by spouting empty threats of making me squirm, of demolishing me is going to scare me? Going to give me second thoughts about facing you? You really have fallen to a whole new low, Maniac.
You see, this is match is going to go in my favour because of several simple facts. A man who overestimates himself and underestimates his opponent has lost before he has even laced up his boots. And you, you overestimate yourself and you certainly underestimate me and that is the death knell that you've hammered into your own coffin, Maniac. Oh I have no doubt, that in five, maybe six years, you'll be competing for the HWA World Championship on your merit, not through Hans' lottery, but for now, you're not getting anywhere near it. Because you think you're going to run through me but in actual fact, all you'll do is run smack into a brick wall and fall back down again. So forget about thinking past me and start thinking about how to stop me from you pounding your sorry arse right through the ring…
Before Butch can continue, Agent Thompson appears and looks at the camera crew with a quizzical look before he addresses Butch as he unlocks the cell.
(Agent Thompson): You have a phone call, Parker.
(Butch): From whom?
(Agent Thompson): Your fiancée.
Butch's ears perk up and his spirit lightens for a moment as he rises to his feet and Agent Thompson escorts him out of the cell as the scene fades to black.
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