Real Man.

[Butcher.]

Butcher suddenly comes into frame, he sits on a steel chair backwards inside of the The New Mid-Atlantic Sportatorium. He scratches the side of his cheek, then leans his hand towards the camera.

BUTCHER: Wanna know somethin' lads? I try and keep my feelings in check, because if I could I'd smash every idiot's face in. But you wanna know what pisses me off to no end? When a son of a bitch wants to think that the piece of leather and metal he's got makes him a man. That's right ladies and gents, introducing your APEX Champion, Nest. He thinks he's a man, he thinks he's bloody somebody. Well Nest, allow me to tell you that even though I've loss me fair share of matches, the ONE that counted was the ONE that got me in this damn match, now isn't it? Sure, let's sweep that underneath the rug why don't we? Let's pretend for a second, I didn't earn my shot.

Butcher shrugs his shoulders.

BUTCHER: Let's pretend that just because you beat the fruit you think you're a dominate force of nature. Let's PRETEND Mr.Nest that you've actually had a bloody challenge since you got that fuckin' title. Because since we're livin' in a fantasy world, let's just pretend I don't have the means to knock your shit back to whatever backwater YANK town you were spawned from. Because allow me to bring you out of your lil' fantasy for a spell: I have the means to beat you anytime, anywhere. Wanna know why I've been callin' you Nem instead of Nest? Because you and'em are the same stale biscuit. Nothing new, nothing special, just STALE.

Butcher scoffs.

BUTCHER: Here's some more reality for you since you're so keen on stayin' in your fantasy: No matter what you achieve you'll always be the loser that couldn't cut it in the world. You expect me to even respect you as a man? Since I was a BOY, Nest, a BOY I knew what the Hell I had to do to survive!! I didn't have to prove a bloody thing to me mum, I didn't have to prove a bloody thing to the boys, when I got into BAREKNUCKLES FIGHTS, I did it because it felt good. I didn't need to kiss up to anybody, I don't need to have a fuckin' parade in me hometown so I can feel like a big shot. I KNOW I'M A BIG SHOT!!! I could attack you from behind, I could attack you from the front, I could sucker-punch your MUM, and you'd still be the lil' shit who as insecure as a slag during the Red October. 

Butcher leans in closer, his arms resting on the top of the chair.

BUTCHER: I'm gonna beat ya. I'm gonna take your nice belt, I'm gonna show you for what you are: A pathetic, moronic, lil' sod who don't have what it takes to fight with the big boys. 2nd Impact, I'm going to expose you. Because honestly no matter how many matches I lose, the ones that count are the ones people are gonna fuckin' remember. And in Gibsonville, North Carolina, people are going to remember the time Nest was nothing more than a PAPER CHAMPION, and good ol' Teddy Butcher was the realest bloke to ever grace a Lion's Den ring. 

Butcher gives a grim frown.

BUTCHER: ...Cheers.


He stands up and makes his departure, having said his peace, now he was ready for a fight.

END.