In the atrium of the backstage area; throngs of reporters from a variety of sports and wrestling magazines and outlets are throwing questions and flashing cameras as the HWA World Champion Butch Parker makes his way jadedly to his locker room. His wife Wisdom does her best to assist him but Butch, ever the stubborn bull, insists on walking himself despite feeling a little wobbly after suffering two consecutive spike piledrivers from Michael James.
(Voice 1#): Butch, how does it feel to lose to Michael James despite all your big talk before it?
(Voice 2#): Butch, do you think your days as World Champion are numbered now?
(Voice 3#): Wisdom, do you feel you're somewhat responsible for Butch's defeat tonight?
The questions soon become one giant amalgamation of noise until the point that it gets too much for the World Champion to handle given the trauma to his head. Sensing her husband's distress, Wisdom steps in, spinning around aggressively to address the gathered throng of journalists.
(Wisdom): Look you bunch of inconsiderate pricks, my husband is not in any shape, or mood for that matter, to be answering your ridiculous questions. And quite frankly neither am I so why don't you all just f-
(Butch): It's alright babe, I'll answer them.
Butch leans on the adjacent wall for momentary support so he can get his bearings; his head still slightly spinning.
(Wisdom): Butch, honey, you need to get your head looked at.
Butch offers an ironic smile.
(Butch): Yeah people have been saying that to me for years.
Butch directs his attention towards the reporters, managing to stand on his own without aid, inanimate or otherwise. He widens his eyes momentarily, letting his vision adjust.
(Butch): I'm gonna make this quick folks because I have a killer headache and I'm not really in the mood for talking. I'm not answering any questions; just making a brief statement.
Congratulations to Michael James on continuing your undefeated streak and getting one up on Butch Parker.
Was I responsible for my own downfall for not letting the referee make the three-count after I hit the Rampant Lion? Possibly yes, I probably let my pride get in the way and was too engrossed in hurting Michael James than securing the victory. I can guarantee you I wouldn't make such a rookie mistake if my World Championship was at stake.
Does this defeat give Michael James an advantage? Maybe in his eyes it does but I don't feel downhearted; if anything I'm more motivated.
What I can definitely tell you is that Michael James knows what I'm capable of in the ring first-hand and that when it comes to one-on-one mat wrestling, he cannot stand toe-to-toe with me. I know for a fact one of the first thing he says is that he's proved he's a man of his word by defeating me after saying he would but if he still thinks that he's as untouchable as he thought he was before than he's a bigger fool than I thought he was. I promise you, the next time Michael James meet, I will put another beating down on him and I will defeat him. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm in dire need of some painkillers and a shower.
Butch turns around and Wisdom gives the reporters one last menacing glare to the gathered reporters to ensure they don't pursue them for further questioning.
As Butch and Wisdom enter the locker room; the former plonks himself down on the nearest bench, mopping his face with his hands. He pinches the corners of his eyes with his thumb and index finger before using the same two fingers to massage his temples. Wisdom, sensing Butch's discomfort, places a comforting arm around his shoulders and kisses him on the cheek.
(Wisdom): Are you okay? I'm sorry if I made a mess of things...
(Butch): You didn't babe, trust me. I should've pinned that son-of-a-b###h when I had the chance. Then those little ninja henchmen of his showed up. It was just a matter of time before he found some underhand way to turn things in his favour.
(Wisdom): No one can blame you for wanting to pound that little shit through the ring for what he's done! At least you're man enough to come and accept defeat no matter what the circumstances. I highly doubt he'd do the same had you beaten him.
(Butch): Yeah, well we'll soon see. I meant everything I said there, I will beat him next time we face; in every sense of the word.
(Wisdom): I know you will. Now, you stay there and chill out; I'm gonna try and find an EMT to check you out. I think you're probably concussed.
(Butch): I think that's a foregone conclusion already but okay.
(Wisdom): Just sit tight, I'll be right back.
She plants a quick a peck on his lips before disappearing out the door. As soon as she's away, Butch looks at the camera.
(Butch): So Michael, like I said earlier, congratulations on your win tonight. It doesn't take a psychic to know you're probably eclectic with joy after pinning my shoulders to the mat; no matter the nature of your win. I'm assuming you've already posted a promo by now claiming you followed through on your word, that you're still the only undefeated champion in HWA, yadayadayada....my advice is saviour the moment, Michael. Saviour what it feels like to be one of the very elite few who can see they've defeated me. Because that's the last time. As I admitted; I uncharacteristically let my emotions get the better of me and I opted to beat the shit out of you rather than go for the result which was emphatically in the bag. Mark my words Michael that will never happen. You dropping me on my head four times giving me a hangover from Hell? That will never happen again. Make no mistake Michael, whilst this will go down as a win for Michael James over Butch Parker; this wasn't you out-thinking me, out-wrestling me; this was all about my hubris getting in the way and you taking advantage. Like I said; that will never happen again.
Next time; you will get everything I threw you at tonight ten fold. I will rectify this inequity and I will still be the reigning HWA World Champion.
Butch stands up slowly and walks out of focus as the scene fades to black.
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