The scene unfolds a couple of days following the events of Havoc. Butch, attired in a plain white t-shirt and cut-off jeans, is power-walking towards the harbour where the "Lady Moura" is anchored after leaving his hotel, flanked by the beautiful Minerva aswell as several of Senester's personal security guards; like he needed them. Suddenly, a swarm of reporters stampede around the corner and onto the pier, pens raised and coattails flapping. At the sound of his name being shouted in a mass drawl mixed in with strong Australian accents, Butch slows his walk down, knowing he's going to have to say something and he rolls his eyes. Minerva eyes Butch's reaction and soothingly rubs his arm. She reaches and speaks gently in his ear.

(Minerva): Just humour them.

It is unclear whether or not Butch takes this information in but he turns around to face the horde of reporters still shouting his name amongst other things that cannot be deciphered in the middle of the rabble. The line of guards makes a wall-like formation around Butch but he waves them away, motioning them behind him.

(Reporter 1#): Butch! Can you explain to us your actions regarding your involvement with Senester? Don't you think you owe everyone an explanation as to why you turned your back on all on your fans and friends and even Wisdom?

Butch adopts a menacing stare, his emerald green eyes flaring up, causing the squirmy reporter to break eye contact with him.

(Butch): I don't owe anyone a goddamn thing, you pathetic little shit; you hear me? All of you hear me. What my dealings are with Senester have nothing to do with anyone apart from Senester and I. It is no one else's business. As for having "turned my back" on the fans, quite the contrary I'd say actually; the fans have been nothing but fickle towards me, as has almost everyone else. All the time I spent fighting men like Dredge, Dante's Inferno, Senester himself, they were all happy to cheer me but the minute I do something that's not "cool", they turn on me in an instant. That's some show of loyalty, wouldn't you say.

(Reporter 2#): What about Wisdom, Butch? You just dumped your family on her and now have this new Sheila clinging to you all the time, what gives?

Butch grabs the reporter by the scruff of the neck and pulls him close.

(Butch): You ever mention my family again and I'll make sure you spend the rest of your life pissing razor blades, got it?

Butch shoves the man back, sending him staggering back into the flood of gathered reporters.

(Butch): I stood by Wisdom's side for years, having my manhood and sanity questioned for being with such a woman with unique ideals and she expected me to play the puppy dog. Anyway, f**k this, I don't have to justify the company I keep to you or any other piece of shit around here. Now unless anyone has any intelligent questions, you can all f**k off.

(Reporter 3#): Butch, can you explain your unprovoked attack on the HWA World Champion Talon Wilkinson, a man who we all know you've had your ups and downs with over the past couple of years.

(Butch): Talon was just unfortunate to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. He must have known something was bound to happen in that ring when he chose to walk away from Senester, from the moment we stepped foot in the ring, only a fool could have foreseen anything other than physical confrontation. For such a profoundly gifted athlete, he didn't have the ring awareness or savvy to see my fist crashing against his face. No doubt he'll be seething and looking to run my name into the dirt like everyone else and wonder why I've signed my soul over to the devil yadayayadaya and all that bullshit and I guess I'll just have to deal with that when it comes.

(Reporter 4#): Butch, what are your thoughts and TNT after the unusual events that transpired at Havoc, with you beating them mercilessly and then for Senester to order the same to be done to you. They also released a public service announcement on HWA's official website basically talking down your home country and just plain insulting you.

(Butch): God works in mysterious ways I think the saying goes and who am I to question those ways? I haven't managed to see this "public service announcement" yet but I will look at that in my own time. Like I said earlier, Evers and Shakir are nothing but pathetic leeches, quick to suck the life out of anything they touch and ride the coattails of more successful people. They think that if they shriek like a couple Afghan ####s and massacre animals that this will impress Senester. I don't know what Senester has planned for them but tonight they experienced just a small taster of the power that I'm capable of displaying and if they try to get in my face or get in my way, I will guarantee them both a place in the deepest circle of my own personal hell. Now if you'll excuse me…

(Reporter 5#): What about your encounter with Hans, Butch? I mean you put a knife to your own best friend's throat for God's sakes!

(Reporter 6#): What about the comments made from Logan Neilson, Butch? Doesn't it worry you that are you're probably the most marked man in the HWA now?!

Butch ignores the last two questions, turning around and motioning for the security to deal with the reporters who continue to shout his name and bombard him with more questions. The guards form a line across the pier, shoving the reporters back with force as Butch and Minerva walk swiftly onto the Lady Moura, Minerva wrapping an arm around Butch's waist.

They eventually find their way to Butch's personal lavish cabin. Sighing deeply, Butch collapses into reclining chair, mopping his face with one of his hands before throwing his hands up in frustration.

(Butch): Ugh! Nosey pestering little wankers, the whole ####ing lot of them!

Minerva smiles as she pours herself a drink from the mini bar. She wanders over to Butch and she plants herself delicately in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

(Minerva): Just ignore them; you know they're just fishing for any sort of goss they can get their hands on. You should be relaxing right now anyway.

(Butch): I need to see that promo that Evers and Shakir made, that public service announcement.

(Minerva): As you wish.

Minerva turns the widescreen television on and searches for the HWA TV channel and after a couple of minutes of commercials airing, the words "TNT Public Service Announcement Sponsored by Butch Parker is a TOOL Foundation" appear on the screen followed by the appearance of Evers and Shakir. Butch immediately fights back a smile and chews on his bottom lip. He watches the rest of the clip aswell as its follow-up before erupting into a fit of laughter, wiping a tear from the corner of one of his eyes as he collapses back down on the recliner.

(Butch): I wonder if they really do take themselves seriously….

(Minerva): What do you mean?

Butch looks at Minerva with an incredulous look on his face.

(Butch): Did you not see the same pile of rancid shit of a promo that I just watched? "Butch Parker is a TOOL"? *Laughs again* Christ, they make Eddie's monotonous attempt at getting to me look good. They were right about one thing though; they did narrowly survive and everything they threw at me amounted to nothing. Next time, I won't be as merciful…

(Minerva): I really think you should be relaxing now, baby. You can take your frustrations out on me for the time being

She switches off the television before letting the straps of her top fall down her arms before straddling herself on top of Butch, running her hands underneath Butch's t-shirt, rubbing them over his taut physique before leaning down and kissing him deeply as the scene fades to black.