Cinderella's Not Gettin' Her Shoe Back.

[Butcher.]

"I'm tired of it."

Butcher walked into the camera frame, brooding like usual. Darby, his partner in crime walked silently behind him, arms folded as he watched his friend begin to rant and rave as per usual. They were hiding from the heat, standing in the shade of a tree at a park nearby their hotel. 

"Do you want to know what the biggest lie someone can ever tell you? That if you try hard enough, if y'work hard enough, everything will come up daisies. That's a lie, boys and girls, and I want to tell you that in this day and age, that type of culture is what makes most of these boys soft as their tool 'tween their legs. Let me tell you somethin', since I was a boy me'self I didn't get happy endings. No, instead I dealt with tossers like the one standin' behind me who liked to screw me over on pay."

Butcher turns around and looks at Darby who shrugs his shoulders. Butcher shakes his head and turns back to the camera.

"There ain't a such thing as happy endings. You gotta crawl through the grime in order to get to the other side y'see? And here I am, in the land of the bloody FREE and yet STILL I gotta play second fiddle to bloody toss-pots. And that's where good ol' Joshie comes in. The busted up choo-choo train that could."

Butcher scoffs at his small joke.

"Know something lad, you misunderstand me, see I'm a fighter. I'm getting paid to engage in some very unsavory business. You, my friend are nothing more than a meal ticket. That's right, you aren't some special lil' snowflake. What you are boy, is another paycheck. And if it meant I had to shove ya and rough ya up a little to get a bloody backbone, I'm glad I did it. I guess when you slapped me in my gob, you've come to realize your bollocks aren't busted up like your STUB."

Butcher shrugs a bit.

"But it doesn't matter at this point. Now we get to see if you're half the man you think y'are. No more slaps, no more jabs, no more talk. Bound by Honor, we're going to test your testicular fortitude, boy. The beatin' I gave you last Pride was just a taste; More of a dab if you will of what you'll be feelin'. I'm gonna make you quit. Doesn't matter how many sheep you got cheerin' you on, I'm gonna show you this is a man's game. I mean bloody Hell, you can hardly stand on your two feet! What makes you think you can stand up to me, eh?"

Butcher shakes his head with a scowl.

"You don't belong, like it or not. The sooner I crush you, the better. You don't get a happy story, because we live in a realistic society. Some times, the bad guys win, lad...sorry to say. Greensboro might as well be the last time you put on a pair of boots. When I beat you black and blue and get that pinfall, I want you to pack your bags, get on a bloody bus and go play "FIGHTER" somewhere else. This place ain't for your elk, BOY."

Butcher shoves Darby who follows behind the grumpy Brit. The camera follows them as this leave. And soon fades to black.