The look on Paul’s face when he stormed to the ring. That look of “What the f*ck are you doing, Butch?!”, “After everything I’ve done for you, Butch!”
He didn’t care. Getting his hands on that piece of shit after what he had pulled at Evina’s school was worth it. He’d burn every bridge on the planet, cash in every favor he had if it meant getting to ram his knuckles into that ####’s face.
It was exhilarating. That son-of-a-b*tch didn’t see it coming. The look on his face when he realized what happened and saw who it was standing over him, knowing he’d been had, knowing he’d been outsmarted; that “rabbit caught in the headlights” look was utterly priceless.
Butch Parker was on his way to Eppley Airfield after being escorted out of the CHI Health Center Omaha following his unexpected invasion of WWE Monday Night Raw. It was a big decision for him to forego being at Havoc, the first time he hadn’t appeared since they relaunched on CBS. Jesse Draconis and Kratos Payne were due to have their try-out matches with Hans and Legion respectively and he was gutted he wasn’t going to be there to see how they fared but he trusted in Matt, Dragon, Wisdom and his old mucker Hollis’ collective insights. He made a mental note to watch the matches once he was home and settled.
But there was no way he was going to pass up tonight’s opportunity. Cody and Brandi had stoked the fires enough, targeting Wisdom, bringing the fight to their own doorstep. And now Butch had poured gasoline on the fire. He stopped for a moment, taking his phone out and putting it into selfie mode and hit record.
(Butch): I’m going to make this quick…Cody Rhodes…when you used your influence within your company to weasel your way into my daughter’s class, when you targeted an innocent ten-year-old girl, just for the sake of evening the score for what happened between Brandi and Wisdom…boy, you just made the biggest mistake of your f*cking life! This is now beyond anything resembling personal, Cody. Tonight? Tonight was just a marker I was laying down. You and that skank of a wife didn’t have the balls to come to our house and do things face-to-face. Instead, you sent your cronies to do your dirty work for you…”
A devious grin crossed Butch’s face and his voice was filled with venom, verging on a guttural, feral growl as he spoke.
(Butch): Well, newsflash, Rhodes, that’s not how the Parkers do things.
Butch snarled.
(Butch): And tonight was a statement lest you not forget after tonight how menacing we are, we are lions! And that is not some tortured cliche, Cody, it’s about as literal as you can f*cking get! You are nothing but a pack of hyenas in comparison, feeding on the scraps. Now you know your place in the food chain, don’t you? You and your pathetic pack tried your luck. You poked and prodded. You targeted the lioness and believe me, your wife is lucky to be alive after that mistake. But, as I said, your gravest mistake was going for the cub. My cub and that is a transgression this lion will NEVER forgive nor forget. It didn’t have to be like this, Cody, it really didn’t. We could’ve settled this amicably but you moved your pieces onto the board, the game is in motion and it cannot be stopped.
You called down the thunder and now you have to face the consequences. I may not be allowed back in a WWE-authorized building again but that’s fine but that doesn’t mean you are banned from a HWA one. So, here’s the challenge…you…your ##### wife…me…and my queen…Helloween Harvest… if you’ve got the balls, you’ll be there. If not, I will hunt you, I will haunt you, I will torment you! That feeling of my fists bulldozing into your pretty, make-up covered face? That is going to feel like child’s play in comparison to what I have in store for you.You know where to find me, Cody, don’t keep me waiting!
Butch ended the feed and made his way into the airport as the scene faded to black.
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