HWA Message Board: Telling It Straight, Part II

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(Sean): Butch, I just flew halfway across the world in a wheelchair with a thirty quid in my wallet to find out why the only Uncle I have in my family, on the brink of his sister's death suddenly turned into a complete pyscho. I mean, is it because of Diana? Have you just completely gone over the edge? Has Senester brainwashed or misfed you the same bullshit he gave to Hans and everyone else he wormed into the Horde? Work with me here a little Butch, for f*** sake!

Butch lowers his head and turns his back to Sean, staring at the floor.

(Butch): I'm sorry Sean, but you've wasted both my time and your own.

Sean shakes his head disappointedly, looking almost defeated.

(Sean): You know, Heinrich was right about you. You're nothing but a hypocritical puppet, doing the bidding of his master to get kicks out of beating up people who can't match up to him.

Butch looks up from the floor, still with his back turned, his ears perking at his nephew's attempts to produce a reaction from him. He inhales deeply and loudly through his nose.

(Butch): Don't go meddling in things you know nothing about Sean.

(Sean): Oh I know plenty, Butch. Would you really have taken to doing what you did to Vanessa if that Hans hadn't been inside that cage? Hmm? Or was it just cowardice that you saw you break an innocent women's leg for being the only one brave enough to speak the f***ing truth!

That did it. Butch flings himself around in a perfect one hundrend and eighty-degree turn and rampages towards Sean, his emerald green eyes blazing with anger. He stoops down to Sean's level, holding one arm of the wheelchair with his right and shoving a warning finger of his left into Sean's chest.

(Butch): SHUT YOUR F***ING MOUTH OR I'LL-

Sean aggressively swats Butch's protuded finger away from his chest and raises his voice to match his uncle's.

(Sean): OR YOU'LL WHAT, BUTCH HUH? Beat up on a cripple? Sick of punching out and beating on defenceless women, now you're gonna turn to the handicapped? You f***ing sicken me, Butch Parker.

(Butch): YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT! YOU HEAR ME? YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT!

Butch's voice starts to crack but he quickly tries to regain his composure. Meanwhile, although Sean's voice remains steady and calm, tears can clearly be seen dripping down his cheeks.

(Sean): You're right! I don't know shit, and I certainly don't know you! You're not the man that I and millions of other kids spent our childhoods idolising you, hanging on your every word and jumping out of our seats in anticipation of your next move. Alas, no more, Butch. You're not my uncle, I don't know who you are to be quite frank but you're no relation of mine. You're dad would be ashamed of you.

Butch then flips out, shoving Sean's wheelchair back a good five feet that causes it to career onto one side and sending sean sprawling to the floor.

(Butch): You don't know a thing about my father! My father would be proud!

He looks back at Sean lying on the floor, somehow manging to tilt his wheelchair back upright and he claws his way back in. Butch's face looks ashen, devoid of any sort of emoton.

(Butch): You made a mistake coming here, Sean, go home, I don't want to see you again.

Sean's face looks like he had his heart ripped out as the tears stream down his face.

(Sean): Oh don't know worry about that, I've learned my lesson...I just hope you learn yours at Havoc...goodbye Butch.

Butch turns his back again as Sean spins his wheelchair around and exits the room. As the sound of the door closing emanates in the small private room, Butch emits a thunderous roar collapsing onto his knees as the scene fades to black.