Take my head, please, dear Butch....if you can, you can finally be the man you claim to be, instead of the b*tch that you are.


The b*tch that runs and hides when things get a little too tough for you around here.


The b*tch that folded up his tent instead of facing the challenges head on.


The b*tch that always bowed down to Senester, slurping him off and got his way, like the baby you want to say that I am.


You've been living off your status for a long time, and you haven't been relevant in a long time. You're not even relevant now. You're just a puppet for Senester. I was his equal...I learned his lessons a bit too well for his tastes, and that is why we cannot co-exist to this day.


The record states that I made you tap at RingMaster, knocking you out of the Tournament the year before I won the whole thing. The record states that I dropped you with Flawless two weeks before that championship match to get into it to begin with. The only reason you got one more title run is because you were buddy buddy with the man, and he showed mercy on you. You didn't deserve it then, and you don't deserve to be here now.


F*ck U Butch wasn't just a catchy t-shirt slogan...it was the truth, and you took your ball and ran home because of it, only to come back with your mouth firmly dug into the teat of the one man you supposedly hated the most. You knew you didn't have it anymore, so you ran to Senester for a little more go-go juice to make one last run. Somehow, I think your motives for doing so are rooted in something noble...your actions only make you look like the fool you want so badly to make me be.


In the end, even when I lose, I win, and it burns you up inside. I know you hate that fact with every fiber within you, and I can't help but smile looking at you making an ass of yourself in trying to tear me down. I'm flattered you would even try. But in true Butch Parker fashion, you fail. And you will fail at Havoc. My head will stay right where it is, on my shoulders, standing above you once again as I even the score. And when next we meet after Havoc, I will stand alone above you. That's how it is, and how it's meant to be.


Say goodnight, Butch

Don't be afraid,

Calling me this, calling me that, you can call me it all as you fade to black