He sets up his Macbook to link in directly with HWA.com so that it feeds into HWAtv and hits record, the tell-tale red light giving the indication that he is now on air.
(Butch): First of all, I will like to once more but now officially offer my apologies to the HWA All Star Champion Judas Mercury for the events at Outlawed. As I explained to you in the aftermath of our match, it was clearly not my intention to injure Alice and Alice, if you’re watching this, please accept my personal apologies for me putting you in the state you are in now. I will gladly pay for your medical bills and hope that you’ll be able to forgive me.
And Judas, don’t let Senester cloud your motives for picking me as your partner for Outlawed. I’m honoured you were confident enough in my abilities to call me on to be your partner. As for you Senester, you can keep thinking your superior to me physically but just remember when we’ve crossed paths before; it’s not like you’ve not left smelling like a bed of rose and looking the Six Million Dollar Man. Remember our little altercation in the church a couple of years back? How about the Recognition Awards? You know what I’m capable of Senester, you’ve overseen it, hell you even groomed it and could probably claim responsibility so don’t set yourself atop Olympus and decree you are above us mere mortals. A God only has power as long as people believe in him and your flock is diminishing rapidly Senester. I will come for you eventually my Lord, but not to rid HWA, I’m not that stupid. This is your company, you call the shots but the fact that you hold the HWA World Championship makes me sick to my stomach and I will not stand by during this most HWA tenure and watch you carry that belt. Before you start puffing your chest out though, let it be known that as a competitor, for your ruthlessness, aggression, tenacity and ability, you have my utmost respect Senester. Never confuse my comments on your personality and the way you conduct with that. But after all these years, I would’ve expected someone of your…..
Butch pauses for a moment, trying to think of a word to best use in these circumstances.
(Butch):…..decorum…. to extend me that same courtesy. This also something my Havoc opponent should take notice of aswell. Speaking of which……Chuckles the Clown. I know who you are Chuckles and given your past accomplishments, your reputation precedes you. You are indeed a “Hardcore Icon” and one of the all-time greats in that regard certainly. The scars on your body tell the stories your matches don’t. Don’t get me wrong though Chuckles; I’m not here to bruise your egos and I’m certainly not trying to boost my own at the same time. I’m also not going to babble on needlessly quoting overused clichés as you’ve also attested to yourself.
However all those threats of yours: ruining me in every way my imagination can conjure up, of maiming me with barbed wire or inflicting all that punishment on me. That does little to intimidate me Chuckles, not because I doubt your abilities, no. Just that if you’ve watched any of my so-called “Classics”, if you will, there probably isn’t an injury imaginable I’ve not suffered, endured and come back from.
When I was eighteen, my shin bone split in two like a cocktail stick when I attempted my Rampant Lion move on a seven-foot, three-hundred-and-fifty-pound monster.
Butch pulls up the leg of his jeans to show the horrific scar tissue weaving its like a snake around Butch’s knee and lower leg.
(Butch): And as you can see, I’m no stranger to scars either. This work of art belongs to my own best friend, whom during a quite dark time of his career took a barbed-wire baseball bat to my knee and leg and tore the flesh away right to the bone. Orphan Mysterio and his Wayward Sons bludgeoned my head so bad that I suffered a brain haemorrhage and was pronounced dead for 27 minutes before I was resuscitated. HWA Hall of Famer Michael Dredge and I battled in a Sabres Dance match which saw both of us plunge 50-feet from the top of the cage to the ring below. Senester even crucified me, literally, to a cross! I got septicaemia the night I won the HWA Extreme Championship back in 2005; I almost lost my leg due to a blood clot a couple of years ago. I’ve had over a dozen concussions, broken ribs, I’ve had my nose smashed across my face and rebuilt. So tell me, what can you possibly bring to the table that could possibly instil any sort of fear in me?
So go ahead, make all the threats you want, promise to make me piss blood, to spit out my own teeth. I will take note of your warnings only if you heed the gravity of my own. I am a far different level than Bryan Deas and with the biggest respect, Stu-E Price. I’m the man Senester had to personally rely to win his precious court-case, the man he can’t live without in the roster, that he’ll do virtually anything to have me on the HWA payroll. You’re in with the big boys now Chuckles. Yes, you and Senester were quite successful but you did impress me with some of your offense you displayed against me and Styles. But this is singles competition, Chuckles, a much different animal and you’ll have to bring much more than that if you want to take a scalp as prestigious as mine. Just know that I’m no stranger to hardcore, Chuckles and if that’s the game you want to play at Havoc, I will be more than happy to oblige. You say you’ve never met a person yet who can best you….well we’ll see if you have the same sentiments after our match Chuckles. See you at Havoc.
Butch ends the feed, stands up and walks out of frame as the scene fades to black.
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