Butch makes his through the Birds Eye Media Broadcasting building until he finally reaches the booth where Brain Damage Broadcasting is aired. He peers through and sees the two DJs engaged in conversation. Butch makes his entrance, casually walking into the booth, catching them both off-guard and they react angrily.
(Eddie): It is indeed a tragedy about the passing of Jeff Hanneman and our thoughts go- Hey what the f*** do you think you're doing buddy, we're recording here!
(Boomer): Get the f*** out before we call security!
Butch protests his innocence, holding hands up in mol surrender as he makes his way around the booth and takes a seat across from the two DJs.
(Butch): Now, now, gentlemen, I'm just here for an interview. I had heard you guys did an interview with one of my most treasured acquaintances yesterday so I thought I'd pay you's a personal visit and see if I could get some airtime, you don't mind, do you?
(Eddie): One of your what? Wait, you're Butch Parker!
The two men's faces drop and Butch raises his eyebrows in a knowing manner and his mocking smile fades and a serious, stern expression replaces it.
(Butch): You bet your f***ing arse, I am, you little pricks. Now, am I getting some airtime or not?
Eddie and Boomer exchange awkward glances before shrugging their shoulder in uncertainty.
(Boomer): em, I guess so. Just... just speak into the microphone. Look Mr Parker we didn't mean to-
(Butch): -don't patronise me with your Mr Parker bullshit! Shut your goddamn mouth, boy. I'm in no mood for apologies.
Boomer instantly falls silent and exchanges another quick glance with his cohort; the two of them still completely caught unawares by Butch's interruption. Eddie tries to keep his composure as he attempts to improvise around Butch's visit.
(Eddie): Well folks, this is an unexpected, erm, pleasure...
Butch smirks at the comment and involuntarily snorts with amusement as Eddie continues his address.
(Eddie):... We're, um joined by the HWA World Champion, Butch Parker. Welcome Butch, what's on....on your mind?
(Butch): Cut out the niceties and the formalities you little shit; you know goddamn well what I'm doing here. Although firstly I guess I should be congratulating you guys for all the hits you must've have got, hard work really does pay off, doesn't it? Or maybe just amplifying the thoughts and opinions of a man so desperate for attention, he feels the need to spread vicious rumours and piss all over my family name. from what heard, you three had quite the chinwag, didn't you?
Eddie and Boomer don't make eye contact and instead just clear their throats awkwardly.
(Butch): I'll take care of you two first.
Butch takes a moment to refocus and he then directs his gaze at Eddie and Boomer.
(Butch): What was it you said about her, Eddie A piece of work, was it?
Eddie goes chalk-white, trying to avoid looking Butch directly in the eye but it doesn't work, such is the force of Butch's emerald green stare, Eddie can't help but look. Butch bores his eyes through Eddie's skull before turning to Boomer who has a similar reaction.
(Butch): And Boomer, what was it you said? A f****ing idiot? Do you know my wife?
(Boomer): Well, no but I-
(Butch): -No, you don't. Do you know anything about professional wrestling?
(Boomer): I watch WWE and some of HWA but not a lot, so no.
(Butch): I thought as much. See, if you did, if you knew ANYTHING about professional wrestling, you'd know my wife, Wisdom Parker is and will forever be the most dominant female figure in the history of this sport. Forget Chyna, Trish Stratus, Lita, Beth Phoenix, Tara, Alundra Blayze, even HWA's very own ICE, Blush and Callisto, whilst they set the precedent for what was to come, the entire Women's Division in HWA is a mere memory because of no one wanted to face Wisdom. She is unquestionable, remorseless and devastating. She also happens to be the mother of my child. There are some things I can take and some things I plain won't stand for. I can almost withstand Michael James' inappropriate, slanderous and sexist comments directed towards my wife because very soon I'm gonna stuff them down his f***ing throat he'll feel like he was being deep-throated by a a giant salmon skin roll. But you two, who the f*** do you wee pricks think you are? Sucking up Michael James' arse like a couple of nerds bending over and taking one from the big, bad jock? F***ing pathetic. You're the ones that need psychiatric help I think.
Now, to you, Michael. I'm not even going to give you the satisfaction of addressing the points you raised because as per the norm, your material was inaccurate, misconstrued, distorted and quite frankly full of shit. Wisdom has apologised for her remarks about Japan although we both know damn well she was directing them at you and you alone, but knowing you, you spit your dummy out and play the race card. You know how many times I get heckled for being Scottish or British? I don't have fingers or toes to count the number of times but it doesn't bother me, it's what you get and what you learn to expect when you travel to another country and be as outspoken as we both are.
I will warn you though, Michael and it'd be a fool's errand for you to not heed it. You keep going the way you are, insulting me, my wife, my family and you will not like the road you will go down and that road I promise you will begin, at Road to Ruin. I'm not predicting anything, all I'm saying is you won't like it. Take from that what you will but you can only test an angry lion's patience for so long before the Pride bites back.
This isn't Fallen you're dealing with Michael, it's not Deas, not Styles. I'm Butch Parker and that name is synonymous with power, devastation, pain, respect and a temper that is unimaginable. You can create your own perceptions and opinions of me all you want but in reality, you don't know shit. I can guarantee I'll be the most physically and mentally imposing adversary you're ever likely to meet in your career. My record boasts a "Who's Who" of world-class wrestlers and even Hall of Famers who have challenged me and failed. These are facts Michael, this is the truth and you can't cover up the truth.
At Havoc, no matter the result, when I get my hands on you, it's going to be painful for you, it's not going to be pleasant and it sure as hell isn't going to be quick. As much as Deas and Santa have some part to play in this match, they are just variables in this with the greatest respect. I'll be gunning for you and you alone so take pride in knowing you've got the full and undivided attention of Butch Parker and try to contemplate the ramifications of what will become of it. See you at Havoc, dickhead.
Butch stands up from his seat, knocking the microphone over and he gives Boomer and Eddie one last death stare before leaving without another word as the scene fades to black.
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