The smattering of idle conversation between journalists and reporters can be heard as Ms Elizabeth Shevington suddenly appears from behind the curtain, catching the attention of everyone present. She stands at the centred podium in front of a dozen or so different microphones representing different news channels and speaks.
(Ms Shevington): Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen and thank you all for attending on such short notice. This press conference has been called for a very unique and unexpected chain of events. To explain further, please welcome the HWA World Champion Butch Parker.
A loud smack of applause echoes throughout the room along with a chorus of curious whispers and chatter as everyone in attendance tries to figure out what Butch Parker has to say.
Butch Parker himself then steps out from behind the curtain, adorned in off-white Skechers, black Burton jeans and one of his signature Venum Fight Wear t-shirts - a blue one with the Scottish saltire emblazoned across the front. Across Butch's left shoulder is the ever-present and incomparable HWA World Championship belt. Butch's expression is a solemn one as he approaches the microphone.
(Butch): Thank you Ms Shevington. Ladies and gentlemen of the associated press, the reason I've requested your presence is to address a troubling matter and to make a confession.
Butch removes the World Championship belt from his shoulder and stares at the gold plate on the front before speaking again.
(Butch): At Road to Ruin I was completely embarrassed by a better man on the night. I was schooled in how to wrestle and didn't have an answer to anything Michael James threw at me. He deserves this and that is why I'm relinquishing this Championship belt and inducting Michael James as the new title holder.
A loud gasp amalgamated by everyone in attendance erupts throughout the room; bringing them all to feet in response to Butch's response. In an attempt to remain in control, Butch raises his voice to speak above them and maintain their attention.
(Butch): I'm also passing this onto Ms Shevington, a notice of my resignation.
Butch holds up an A5-sized envelope and passes both it and the Championship belt to Ms Shevington who looks just as shocked as the Press. Butch begins to leave the podium, looking very upset at his announcements and waves to the Press when a confused look on Ms Shevington's face changes things. She swiftly approaches the podium.
(Ms Shevington): Excuse me, Mr Parker, but there seems to be a problem with this belt you've just handed to me....
(Butch): And what problem is that?
(Ms Shevington): Well...it's not real. It has Michael James' name engraved on the nameplate granted; however this belt isn't real. The plates appear to be plastic and the straps are styrofoam...This is a toy and as for your so-called resignation is simply you writing "I resign" on a Subway napkin....what is going on Mr Parker?
The previous expression of disappointment and upset is replaced by a smile as he lifts up the front of his t-shirt to reveal the real and legitimate HWA World Championship belt which he un-straps and places over his shoulder. He walks back to the microphone to speak.
(Butch): I'll tell you what's going on Ms Shevington. I'm not resigning, I'm not quitting and I'm not relinquishing the HWA World Championship. I'm not making excuses for my defeat to Michael James because I refuse to beat a dead horse more times than necessary. I'm making it known whilst I do, for my sins, respect the in-ring ability of Michael James, that I have absolutely no respect for his attempts to deride me and my wife nor his opinions of my ability as a professional wrestler.
Truth be told, there aren't enough superlatives in the world to describe the crassness of his character and there seems to be cure for his inability to differentiate between his own fantasies and what is real. Does anybody actually believe he kicked my ass from bell to bell? Honestly? Come on guys, by way of an applause, how many of you, as decorated and reputable Press representatives for professional wrestling believe Michael James gave me an ass-kicking?
No one claps leaving the room in an uncomfortable silence and few light snickers of laugher trickle through.
(Butch): Everyone knows how much of a bullshitter Michael James is. He lives in a parallel universe where he is The Lord, Master and King of everything. Yes, he's turned a few heads since his arrival in HWA and he'll have a few people talking after he pinned me but let's not blow this out of proportion. At Road to Ruin, Michael James didn't win anything other than schoolyard bragging rights. He didn't become World Champion, all he can lay claim is that he's now probably entitled to a World Championship match; which I'm now more than happy to accept if Ms Shevington and Senester feel its appropriate. I guarantee everyone here the next time Michael James and I face off in the ring; I will beat him. I will knock him off his pedestal and bring him back down to earth. I'll let him know what defeat tastes like and what it feels like to be put in his place. Thank you everyone for your attention, now please excuse me, I have a daughter and a wife to spend some time with.
Butch swiftly departs the main area of the HWA headquarters, disappearing behind the curtain without another look and leaving Ms Shevington to deal with all the questions from the press as the scene fades to black.
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