Eddie: And it looks like we have a caller from…a private number?
* Butch stops in his tracks. He turns his attention to Eddie and listens to hear more information about the caller. Eddie reaches towards the telephone and places the caller on the system’s speaker *
Eddie: Brain Dead Broadcasting. You’re on with Eddie and the Boom—
Caller: BUTCH!
* Butch Parker directs his attention to the telephone with a look of pure anger in his eyes. He immediately recognizes the voice to be that of the All Star Champion, Michael James. He moves back into the room and takes a seat at the broadcasting table with Eddie and Boomer *
Michael James: Where do you think you’re going, b###h?! You sit your ass back down and face me like a ####ing man for once in your life!
* Butch rises up from his seat with so much force it causes his chair to flip over onto its side. He reaches forward, grabs the microphone by its swivel mount and swings it around so it is a few feet away from his mouth *
Butch Parker: You listen here you little shit! You wanna question my integrity, why don't you come down and face me like a f***ing man instead of coming down to ringside when I'm in the middle of a match you hypocritical prick! Oh wait, that would be too easy for you, eh!?
* James is heard laughing on the other side of the call *
Michael James: You know something, Butch? You always were good for a laugh. But one thing I never thought I would see from you is the ability to sink the same level as the man you claim to be your most hated adversary. Don’t get me wrong, Butch. Being an imbecile is one thing but with this recent act of hypocrisy I really don’t know what to think anymore. Do you really believe this is the kind of behavior we should be seeing from a world champion?
Butch Parker: You worry about your own example your setting Michael and less about me! Today I'm not acting like a World Champion, I'm acting like a husband and a father, trying to defend my family's name, something you'd know jack-shit about!
* James exhales and ignites his reaction towards Butch *
Michael James: You want to know what I see when I see at you, Butch? I see the shadow of man who at one point in his career was actually worth a damn. You know what people see when they look at me, Butch? They see a man that is true to his word. They see a man that defines the meaning of individual perfection. They see the next world heavyweight champion.
Butch Parker: Well, I see a man struggling to hold on to the facade that says he's better than he actually is. You've proved nothing so far Michael, NOTHING! Well, apart from the fact you love to run your mouth. You've beaten a few mid-carders who you can't really say brought their A-game when you faced them. And you still have the gall to stomp around acting like your All Star Championship victory was a greater feat than Hogan slamming Andre. Give me a f***ing break! You seem to forget, you're the All Star Champion, the All Star Champion, the middle-tier Champion, king of the mid-card and until you step into the ring with someone like me or Senester and show what you're really made of and prove yourself, you'll never be more nothing more than a flash in the pan.
* Eddie reaches an alert on his cell phone. He picks it up and reads a text from Boomer that reads “Did you call security”. He replies with “on their way” and he places his phone inside of his pocket. James is heard laughing at Parker once again *
Michael James: That’s fine, Parker. You keep preaching the same tired bullshit and I’ll keep doing what I do best. Soon enough, we’re going to be face to face and people are going to see who the better champion truly is.
Butch Parker: Your goddamn right we will and you'll know that that left cross I landed that knocked your f***ing ass out was just a tiny sample of what I've got in store for you. See I've been here before Michael, I know what it takes and have what it takes to survive at this level, I've been doing it without question and without complaint for nearly twenty years. Let's see what you've got dickhead.
* A click sound is heard on the other end of the call just as two large security guards are seen entering the room. Parker shoves the microphone away from his face and casually walks away from the broadcasting area. He moves past the guards with no sense of fear or intimidation and walks through the door *
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