(Butch): Good morning, Michael. It’s been a few days since we last spoke. Please, however, don’t misplace my absence for cowardice. You see, my wife and I have been quite busy caring about someone other than ourselves – something you apparent “higher-functioning” members of society can’t really relate to. I’ve been taking care of my newly-born daughter you see Michael, which is possibly the most rewarding experience a man will get to experience, again something you won’t likely ever experience. You Japs kill and eat your young, don’t you?
But whilst mum and baby are out for a bit, I thought we’d have a bit of a catch-up, just like old times, Mikey old pal eh? The truth of the matter Michael is that I’ve really met a man so lost in his own hypocrisy as you. You continuously harp on about my lack of talent, calling me all the names under the sun, constantly making promos that seem to inexplicably last forever that always seem to have me or Wisdom as the focal point. And you have the gall to call Wisdom obsessed with you?
Butch releases a snort of derision before continuing.
(Butch): Not with all the rohypnol in the world would Wisdom touch you so can keep jacking off into your tube sock thinking about that mate, that’s the closest you’d ever get to Wisdom touching that cocktail stick between your legs.
And if you really think Senester beat the shit out of me for the entirety of our match at Blood, Sweat and Tears, you really are more deluded than I thought you were before.
Like I said before Michael, you need me, because no one else is a threat to you. You won’t even address Senester by name or call him out because he would drop you like a bad habit without so much as batting an eyelid. You call me washed up, on my way out of this company and all that shit but it doesn’t matter one iota. You hate that I’m still the figurehead of the HWA, Michael. You hate that despite what he thinks of me personally, Senester pays me the most out of anyone on the roster, you hate my highly-regarded and respected status in, not just wrestling, but sports as a whole. Take all that, and in the grand scheme of things, your ten pound piece of leather and gold plated plastic draped over your shoulder isn’t worth jack shit.
You see, contrary to your own opinion, no one in this company gives a shit about you, apart from yourself obviously. Everyone else thinks you’re an annoying slanty-eyed ####. You’re like that annoying itch that you can’t quite reach but once you scratch it and it stops annoying you, damn does it feel good. You think we’re trying to earn OUR respect? Boy, it seems your delusions and hypocrisy knows no bounds.
It’s you who – in fact you know what? I’m not going to waste valuable airtime by continuing to repeat what I’ve said previously because I hate repeating myself. I’ve given you enough undivided attention for one day and frankly you’re not worth wasting any more oxygen on. Havoc’s around the corner and you just better watch your back Mikey. You may not be worth the oxygen wasted talking about you, but that doesn’t mean you’re not worth a left cross down your sushi-loving throat.
Now, Freddie Styles, I hope you’ll accept my apologies for my absence but as you’ll no doubt have seen and hard, I’ve been a tad preoccupied the last few days. From your own inactivity, I can only presume a workhorse like yourself is training for our match. Good. You and I seemed to have got off on the wrong foot when you arrived in HWA but I know what it’s like to try and make a name for yourself when you first arrive on the scene and make an impact.
From what I’ve seen of you in the ring, you’re definitely on your way to great things here. Unfortunately, this match is going to be one step forward and one step back from you. See, I’m not in a gaming mood and pissed off to hell after what happened at Blood, Sweat and Tears and I’m dying to let my anger out on someone and I’m afraid, you’ve drawn the short straw. See you at Havoc, Freddie.
Butch stops the recording, stands up from his seat and turns away as the scene fades to black.
(OOC note – sorry for the rushed reply guys, been a nerve-shredding couple of days for me. That being said, I’m delighted to announce the arrival of my daughter Lexi Rose who was born on 28/2/13!)
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