Winner Winner.

[Butcher.]

BUTCHER: Well, well, well.

Butcher walks into the frame, shades on his face, along with a big, smug smirk. Obviously he was proud of himself for finally getting his first win in Lion's Den. Butcher takes his shades off and places it in the collar of his black tank top. 

BUTCHER: What did I tell you? Huh? Ye of lil' faith! I went in, I kicked whatever arse was in my crosshairs, and I WON. That's right ladies and gentlemen, your's truly is findin' that pep in his step, and I stepped all up and down THREE people. And how do they reward me, well how else do they reward such a rouge such as me'self: They put him in a match, but not just any, noooo, it's for a title shot at the APEX Championship. Now, I might not be such a SCHOLAR like Churchill, but I bloody well know what it means when someone says, "Take your opportunities." And I've got a big opportunity I'm going to be takin'. Now the people in this match who are lookin' for the same thing? I'm gonna be the blunt force trauma known as reality, and tell you that you ain't got a chance.

Butcher begins to rub his hands together with an under-eyed glare.

BUTCHER: I might've come up short in me debut against that fast talkin' prat and a savage lil' midget; But believe me when I say I've found my ways. Even if you add a wanker like Brody Watts into the mix, that's just more arse for me to kick quite honestly. You set up the sods, I knock them OUT. That APEX Championship title shot will prove that I am all I say I am. It will prove time and time again what kind of MAN...I am. Everyone else is FODDER for me; Just a bunch of duff bastards if you ask me. Everyone's got a glass jaw, and I aim to make it known. BUTCHER ain't just a cool last name that rolls off of the tongue like "FUCK". 

Butcher shakes his head, hands behind his back down, staring DAGGERS into the camera.

BUTCHER: No you see lads, Butcher is gonna be the name of the guy who beat three people AGAIN for a title shot. Butcher is gonna be a name that's gonna be heard around this place and make the whelks PISS themselves. Butcher is gonna be the name on me title belt when I DO win this bloody thing, and when I DO face the champion. Butcher is me, the only man in Lion's Den that can throw a PUNCH and make it count. So if I were the poor bastards in this match, I'd invest in maybe a mouthpiece; Or if I get to ya, and blast your gums loose, dentures. I'm going for what's mine. Because I've tasted what defeat is, and it's just not my cup of tea...

Butcher shrugs his shoulders and looks around.

BUTCHER: ...Cheers.

The rugger Brit said his peace. His mind was pretty much set. Butcher had the opportunity that would sky rocket his stock here in LDFC. Brody Watts, Terrence Tillman, and the demon dwarf were going to be see that Butcher wasn't going to do down as easily as he did in his first two matches. This time he's ready, and those three better had be ready for him.

Fade to black.