That no one can match you, that you’re a living legend, no one can dare reach for the heights that you yourself have reached for. I’m sorry but how long did it take you to win back that beloved All Star Championship after you were so ceremoniously relegated from World Championship contention?
A slight s###### escapes from Butch's lips before he continues.
(Butch): You’re an idealistic fool, Ronnie McNeil. You think you have this brilliant legacy to build upon and leave behind when in reality, no one really cares, Ronnie. The fans? *laughs* , no, no, no. I myself am living proof of just how fickle and naïve the world of professional wrestling is. Your fellow professionals? Forget it. Personally, the only thing I’ll remember you for was the black guy who spat out his pacifier when things didn’t go his way, that needed his diaper changed whenever he didn’t get a title shot, that blamed others for his inability to win back a spotlight that began to shine on others, on more deserving individuals.
Look at you Ronnie. You’re clinging to that championship belt so much that your knuckles are whitening, already claiming that there is no one worthy to take it away from you. Are you really that full of shit Ronnie? That you think, because of a piece of championship gold around your waist, you’re shitting strawberries, that you’re a cut above everyone else? I really thought you were smarter than that Ronnie, I really did.
One thing that did catch my attention however, amongst that condescending crescendo of sanctimonious bullshit and that was your proclamation of having not only defeated me in the ring, but also having gone so far as to have humiliated.
Butch strikes a sarcastic puzzled visage, mockingly, running his hand across his beard, as if trying to remember something.
(Butch): I’m sorry Ronnie, but forgive me for sounding like another former All Star Champion and over-analysing and dissecting every single piece of information that is said against me, but I’m having a really hard time remembering when you have beaten me. If memory serves me correctly Ronnie, we’ve competed against each other three times.
Butch holds his hand out, extending his thumb to indicate the first time Ronnie and he wrestled one another.
(Butch): Once, at Road to Ruin, this was a month before our World Title match at Fatality with Belial, in which I made you tap out to the Suffocating Sight.
Butch keeps his hand out, adding his extended index finger to represent the second time.
(Butch): Twice, at Fatality, in that triple cage match along with Belial, where I pinned you to win my second HWA World Championship.
Butch finally adds his middle finger to the equation, representing the third and final time that he and Ronnie have competed against one another.
(Butch): And thirdly, when, after some b###hing and moaning to HWA Management you were granted a title match against me, and what happened there? That’s right, I retained the World Title.
Butch allows a self-satisfied smirk to creep across his face.
(Butch): I’m not a boastful man, Ronnie but I am proud of the records I hold and the people I have defeated, which is also why I intend on rectifying my 2-0 deficit that Talon Wilkinson holds over me very soon. However, I digress. You see Ronnie, for a man who has claimed to have personally hand-reared a man like AC James from the slums up to superstardom, for someone so eager to point out he has no blemishes on you, you’re quite the charlatan, aren’t you?
Butch begins to pace back and forth across the dark room he stands in.
(Butch): You see in my case, a lot of people might have said that I gave Hans von Richtoven; the very man you defeated for that very title, his big break; some people may say I made him, built him, which I don’t entirely disagree with. After all, he went to the companies I did, teamed with me all over the world. Yet when he decided to stab me in the back and nearly end my career, each time he tried to take me out in the ring, he left either on a stretcher or with his precious pride tarnished. Now that, Ronnie, is fact.
And now you want to target Senester? You want to finally test your skills against God himself. Now that you’ve “conquered” all of us and slain all the lions, you want to finally test your finely crafted skills against the very entity that granted you them? Before you get too ahead of yourself, you’ve yet to step into the last of the lions’ dens, and this lion is very hungry. So, if you think you’re ready to step into the ring with the host of hosts and have yourself gloriously vindicated, you’re sadly misinformed.
Butch smiles smugly once again, before adopting a more serious expression.
(Butch): You want to talk about motives Ronnie? Well I’ll make mine crystal clear. This match is nothing more than an excuse for chaos and destruction to work its majestic magic and my intent is to be the root of that, the catalyst and the cause. We’ll take your f***ing heads, Ronnie, that’s a promise.
As for Mr Angelus Payne. Senester issued you a warning, and in his eyes that’s very generous, that is a mercy shot so I suggest you take notice and leave it be or you could find yourself in a lot of trouble that quite frankly you can’t even fathom or comprehend. You think Senester cares about how you feel or that you intend to be a thorn in his side? You don’t realise how insignificant you are in this world Mr Payne. You are but an ant on a hill and Senester is the kid with the magnifying glass. You are nothing! A pathetic little shit with eyes bigger than his stomach. Believe me, Mr Payne, you don’t want let off your leash because you might just run into the wrong yard and if you step into the Lion’s Den, you will wish you had heeded the warnings and kept your mouth shut. By all means, go after Evers, I wouldn’t piss on that little rat if he was on fire, but you’ll stay the hell out Senester’s business, for your own damn good. But if you want to go ahead and ride this Hell train, by all means go ahead, God knows, I'll have fun.
Another smug, callous smirk crosses Butch's face before the camera cuts to the static and the scene fades to black.
Message Thread
« Back to index