(Butch): Well, Maniac, you've certainly proved over the past few days that you're very much capable of talking a good talk. It's the first time a good while when it's been hard to shut you up. A word to the wise though, in future, steer clear of the whole patronising, putting down, I'm on a pedestal and so much better than you route, cockiness really doesn't become you.
Yes, you've droned on, and on, and on, and on, and on, over the past week about how much more you want this than me, how you're going to have to go through me to get your chance at the HWA World Championship, how you've battled through all the odds, trained so hard, fought back from the brink of nothingness to get back to the grand stage of the HWA, and how your opponent has shown little to no interest, how he's not risen to your expectations and it's all so………yesterday.
Yes Antonino, it's all very yesterday, it's been done; it's boring, mundane. And to think that my arrest portrays some sort of negativity; that it somehow translates as me not wanting to face you or manning up and facing the challenges ahead, well that's a pile of shite if you ask me. You think I planned an elaborate plot to have myself arrested, detained and interrogated for hours on end just to avoid a verbal sparring contest with you? Frankly I'm a little disappointed man, I would have expected such notions from the likes of Talon and Eddie, but you? Well, the apple really has fallen far from the tree.
And I wonder, Antonino, with all this stuff you've been rambling on about, is it jealousy that's creeping into your voice? That you're still struggling to establish yourself as a major player but find your star's light is slowly dwindling and fading, whereas I, even when the chips have been done, have still managed to stay at the top, in the limelight. Is this why you've resorted to such desperate measures as questioning my integrity and willingness to compete? Because really, if you knew me at all, to question my hunger and my drive is a fool's errand and it
Now, I could ramble on for hours about where my wrestling career started, about all my injuries, about all the adversities I've had to face and overcome over the last fifteen years or so. I could blab on about people I've defeated, titles I've won, matches I've had but the simple fact is Maniac, people don't want to hear it. You think anyone here gives a shit about what we've done in the past? You think your peers give a rat's ass what you've been through to get back to the stage you're at now? No. It's immaterial, Maniac. But by all means keep on going kiddo; keep up the charade that you think you're capable of hanging with the big boys again because you'll be receiving a very quick and very painful reality check at Havoc, I can assure you of that. You may think yourself as someone who can defy the odds and overcome the biggest of obstacles, but against me, those types of shitty pipe dreams are what get you hurt and hurt bad. You're attempts at taking me down will only crash against me like pathetic waves splashing harmlessly against rock. It's going to take every trick, every hardcore manoeuvre and every ounce of courage and intestinal fortitude you claim you've got lurking in that body of your's to even go the distance with me, let alone beat me. But I welcome the chase, Maniac, I welcome the battle you claim you'll bring to the table at Havoc, I welcome all the rage, all the determination you allege you've got bottled up, waiting to be unleashed, because once you climb through those ropes, there's no going back, I trust you know that. Once the feeling of adrenaline and intoxicating feel of bravery wears off, the inevitable will take over and I will decimate, in one fell swoop, any chance you think of climbing the ladder of success in your attempt to reclaim your former glory.
I'm sorry old friend, but that's just the way of it, that's just life, and in life, you just have to go with it. So at Havoc, Maniac, we'll see if you can walk the walk, and who knows, you might just get lucky, but then again, I never gave much thought to luck. See you in a few.
And with that, Butch walks out of view of the camera, taking a sharp turn that the camera crew don't anticipate and he walks out of sight as the scene fades to black.
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