The two police cars housing Maniac and Matt drive out of the parking area in front of the United Center in Chicago, Illinois. Butch stands idle watching two of his employees being driven off under arrest for destruction of property, attempted murder, grievous bodily harm among many other charges. He looks around the smoking rubble of Maniac’s crashed bus and the wreckage around him. There’s trickles, spatters and pools of blood - a mixture of Maniac’s, Matt’s and possibly even Michelle’s.
Wisdom and Hans watch Butch survey the disaster area. He circles it, his face expressionless. His hands go from his hips up to the back of his head. Out of nowhere, Butch suddenly roars like a lion, catching both Wisdom and Hans off guard. Butch begins to punch the living shit out of the stone walls of the arena so hard that some of wall starts to crack and a hard crunch can be heard. A massive bloodstain is smeared on the wall and Butch looks at his bleeding knuckles bleeding, Butch slides down the wall into a seated position, his head in his hands. He breathes deeply in and out.
(Wisdom): Babe! Jesus Christ!
Wisdom dashes over to Butch, pulling up his bloodied hand and cupping his face with her hand.
(Wisdom): Babe, we’ll handle this, believe me, I will f**king handle this.
(Hans): I’ll go get a first-aider.
(Butch): No, I’m fine.
(Hans): With all due respect, mein freund, but you are not fine. You had a wobble earlier…
Wisdom’s head whips round quickly, her eyes widening.
(Wisdom): I’m sorry, you had a what? When did this happen?
(Butch): It was nothing, it was after the tag match, it was my fault, I got too emotional and I wanted to knock those cocky arseholes heads’ off.
(Hans): Scheiße…
(Butch): What now?
(Hans): Matthew’s just messaged me… Bryan Deas attacked Jeremy after his match. He’s in the medical wing right now.
Butch smiles ironically.
(Butch): Of course he f**king did! I thought he was debuting next week?!
(Wisdom): He was, I spoke to him earlier, it was all agreed.
(Butch): F**k!
Butch then notices the camera crew lurking in the background. He turns his head to look at them.
(Butch): Are you filming? Are we live right now?
The cameraman nods.
(Butch): Good, come with me.
Butch turns to Wisdom and Hans, I’m going to the ring, please go and check on Jeremy.
Wisdom goes to plead her case but Butch gives her a look that says “not right now” and she just nods in acknowledgment. Butch leans and gives her a quick kiss before motioning for the camera crew to follow him. As he makes his way through the arena, the camera feed starts to broadcast onto the titantron and the fans that have started to make their way out see Butch making his way to the ring and start to rush back to their seats. Moments later and “Arrival” by Mikey Rukus starts to play. The fans cheer loudly as Butch power-walks to the ring. He stomps around to ringside, demanding a microphone before sliding into the ring.
(Butch): Cut my f***king music! Right, around this time I’d normally address a bunch of sycophantic reporters begging for my opinions on the goings on tonight. But I’m officially done. I’m done with all that shit, I’m done with disobedience, petulance and flagrant disrespect for authority! And in case it didn’t come across, I’m f**king raging. I know we’re in Chicago but I’m not CM Punk and this isn’t some pipe bomb promo…this is the boss of this f**king company sick to the back of people whose cheques I personally sign treating this company like it’s their own f**king playground!
The crowd cheers and a “Butch!” chant soon breaks out. Butch paces around the ring. He’s almost frothing at the mouth as he stops and leans on one of the top ropes.
(Butch): Maniac! Fallen! Legion! World Powers! Bryan Deas! Even you, Matt! YOU’RE ALL ON F***KING NOTICE! I’M DONE PUTTING UP WITH ALL YOUR INSUBORDINATION! IT STARTS AT HAVOC NEXT WEEK!
Butch is almost fully nuclear at this point.
(Butch): This company will not descend into the anarchy it used to before, where there were lawsuits, insurance payouts, NDAs, litigation, legal damage control. This is not that HWA! Wisdom and I have worked too hard building this company back and I will be dead before I see it become even a semblance of what it used to be! YOU ALL EITHER START GETTING IN LINE OR FIND ANOTHER PLACE TO WORK!
Butch points to the stage.
(Butch): There are dozens of aspiring young wrestlers in the academy and back there helping out, paying their dues who would kill to be in the position some of our roster are in, that would do anything just to get five minutes of TV time. If things don’t change soon, believe me, the faces you all will see every week will be much different! This is your final warning!
Butch feels his chest tightening and his breath coming more rapid but he tries to remain as pokerfaced as he can be. He counts to ten and back in his head, breathing slowly in through his nose. He looks back out the baying crowd hanging on his every word.
(Butch): That’s all! Thank you all and good night, safe travels.
Butch drops the mic and without a second thought swiftly exits the ring, making his way to the ramp. A few fans reach their hands out and Butch politely slaps a few of them, giving them polite smiles and nods before making his backstage as the scene fades to black.
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