(Butch): Well Senester, the time has finally come, hasn't it? I thought that after all that's happened between us over the years, you deserve a more personal touch rather than me sitting in a nightclub being a hypocrite unto myself or pretending to be my opponent and spouting some of the most ridiculous bullshit I've ever heard.
No Senester, after everything's that happened between us, I thought I'd just sit here, in Los Angeles and address you to your face, for the world to hear.
Fate really seems not to want us to compete against each other, how many times has it been now that we've been scheduled to face off when a cruel act of fate places just one more mountainous obstacle that's prevented it from happening?
Yes, we've been through a great deal together haven't we? Remember 2006? After you'd interrupted my plans for retirement and managed to secure that tiny loophole in my contract and forced into being a commentator. Then at the Recognition Awards whilst you were accepting your gong for the Horde winning the "Best Stable" accolade, I shot you in the neck with a sniper rifle.
Butch smiles despite himself.
(Butch): I remember your face, oh that's an expression I'll take to my grave. The blood pouring from your neck whilst your ashen white face drained of colour. Then I had I the joy of Buff and Dredge breaking my nose in four places and beating the utter shit out of me. Ahhh, so worth it though.
And then we had that massive brawl in the church when Blush made her brief comeback. We beat each other to a bloody pulp and still no in-ring confrontation took place. And of course, last year, I joined you in exchange for saving my sister's life.
Butch stands up from his seated position upon the three-pronged stool and stares out of the window.
(Butch): Ha, would you look at that…you can see Dark Horse Towers from here. What a sight to behold aren't they, both from the outside and in. I'd say those were some good times but we both know I received no joy whatsoever out of spending my time in that place. The only solace I took was I knew that my sister was going to get better. And here we are, full circle, nothing stand in our way of competing in one of the most anticipated matches in HWA history and strangely with nothing on the line, apart from personal pride of course. But we all know that you care not for petty squabbles or one-upmanship, so why now Senester? That's the million pound question. I can't help but feel this may have something to do with the mysterious messages and threats that I have been receiving lately, and I can’t help but feel that when the final bell rings after our match that these mysterious messages and the like will have had some part to play in the out come of our altercation. We will soon find out though won't we?
I can't help wonder where you are right now though Senester? No doubt trying to maintain HWA's image as the biggest and most successful wrestling conglomerate in the world but you usually find some time out of your busy schedule to give whoever is in your line of sight a damn good monologue and verbal dismemberment. So where's mine Senester? Where's the mandatory derogative spiel about how me being but a mere ant on a hill and you being the proverbial school bully shining a magnifying glass on me. Where are the witty anecdotes about me cowering in Hans' shadow, being a liar unto myself about my apparent desire to usurp from his mantle of World Champion?
I confess myself disappointed Senester. After all, this match at The Other Side is a legendary affair. You being the most dangerous entity to ever to set foot inside the squared circle, the Alpha and the Omega, the creator, the innovator facing off against the One Man Tartan Army. The irresistible force meets the immovable object as the late great Gorilla Monsoon would have said. And not one peep out of you?
Don't worry though, I am not fickle and naïve enough to believe this as a moment of weakness that will swing things in my favour at The Other Side. But when you do eventually break your duck and speak, know this. I may not like you, but I have the utmost respect for your work ethic as an athlete, a wrestler and a businessman. I am going into our match prepared for anything that you can throw at me, prepared for anything that might happen outside the ring aswell as inside. All I ask is you pay me the same respect back and maybe, just maybe, for the right reasons; we can make our match one for the ages.
I look forward to hearing from you.
Butch walks off-camera as the scene fades to black.
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