The scene opens up in the Acer Arena in Sydney, Australia, as Buff Bridges broadcasts himself on the Havoctron, responding to his Other Side opponent, Butch Parker. Unbeknownst to Buff however, sitting in the shadows in the highest tier of seats inside the arena is Butch Parker himself, a wry grin on his face. He watches Buff with apparent amusement, shaking his head at the words being spoken. As Buff concludes his promo and takes his leave, Butch claps his hands together lightly in mock appreciation as he makes his way down through the rows of seats until he hops over the barricade and climbs into the ring, staring at Buff's image frozen on the Havoctron.

(Butch): Buff Bridges, Oh Buff Bridges, what am I going to do with you?

Butch scoffs and lets it transition into a disdainful smirk.

(Butch): You know Buff, after hearing what you had to say there, you really did bring a smile to my face. You know I had to double-take at least three times because I was in so much of awe of the, ahem, wisdom, that decants from your mouth.

I really don't like repeating myself Buff, I really don't and I especially don't like correcting fully-grown men on things I've said before, which is why Buff, I'm not going to do it. But I'll admit, some of the things you said generally baffled me. You said you forced my hand, that you called my bluff? That I failed and you won?

Butch raises a single eyebrow and holds his arms out in question.

(Butch): I'm curious Buff, what did I fail at and what have you won exactly? Do you think you've won some grand game of mental chess? Or that you've got some kind of psychological advantage over me? Is that your ace in the hole? Is that the big trump card you've got hidden under your sleeve? If so, then I must say that I am thoroughly disappointed Buff. But if you really believe, you've pulled some….

Butch holds his hands up and makes a speech marks motion out of his fingers.

(Butch):…."master trick of mind", by all means, you roll with it, try and make me take my foot off the gas and state the obvious by telling me that I'm going to be victorious against you. Announce to the world you're doing me a "favour" and retiring after our match, it makes no difference to me and doesn't alter my mindset or game-plan whatsoever. So, keep it up, keep it up and I'll see you here before you know it.

As Butch begins to leave the ring, he is interrupted before he can continue by the ringing of his cell phone. He puts the phone to his ear and after a brief moment, he rolls his eyes.

(Butch): Minerva, I don't need extra security, I'm more than capable of handling myself on the trip back to the States.

The murmuring of Butch's mistress, Minerva can vaguely be heard in the background, attempting to counteract Butch's argument.

(Butch): I don't care what Senester says, I won't stand for it…..yeah, I do plan on telling him that myself….I'm not taking anything out on you….well I'll make it up you later, okay?....Okay bye.

And with that, Butch closes his cell phone, tucking back into the pocket of his jeans as he makes his way out of the arena and the scene fades to black.