Nothin' But Scraps

[Butcher.]

Butcher comes into the frame with no time to lose. He holds up his right finger, pointing at the camera. 

BUTCHER: You know what? I'm not even gonna get angry because wastin' my breath won't save me from the fact that I've lost somethin'. Keep losin' the will to fight, I keep losin' the will to win, and I keep lettin' myself down. And you wanna know how bloody bad it's gotten now? They want to put me in the ring with some wanker from across the pond. A bloke from a nice family, a good home, clean as a baby's powdered arse. They put''em in front of me, almost as if they can't be arsed to bother with me. And you want to know something that don' bother me. I've lived off of scraps before lads, ol' Teddy's use to bare minimum. That's the story of my BLOODY life.

Butcher wipes his mouth with his right hand. 

BUTCHER: Lemme ask you somethin' Jackie boy: How hard of a punch can ya take? I know I can take a beatin'. See you young types from my side of the yard like to act tough. You come here from a wrestling family, building a reputation off of your old man. And please, save me the line of "I'm building my own legacy." ...what rubbish. You got a lot of shoes to fill, boy. You got eyes lookin' at you. You're a reflection of your old man, and people don't see you, they see STAN. And Stan "THE MAN" shoulda told to never bloody lace up against someone like me.



He shoulda sat you down, looked you in the eye and told you that there are mean folks out there Jackie. They're mean blokes out there who aren't too afraid to smash your teeth in and then take your money to spend it on a pint. See blokes like me, you see all of the time back home. But when I look at you, you seem like the type who'd across the street if you ever saw me in your neighborhood. See, Stan Bukowski back there I respect, because even I know the name. I know Stan Bukowski, fan of'em when I was a lad like you. I'm not a fan of you, I don't know who you are.

Butcher shrugs his shoulders, hands behind his back with a scowl. 

BUTCHER: All I know is, if I'm going to ever get anywhere again here in LDFC I can't sod around and let some clueless, green boy beat me. I've messed around too bloody much, I've had to put up with a lot of shite, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna let some spoon fed, silver dollar nancy boy come in and embarrass me. So let me do you a favor, because beneath my rugged hide is a man of some class and dignity; A modern day gentlemen for you there. I'm gonna make this quick. I'm gonna tan your arse, I'm gonna do it in a way that'll make you think twice of gettin' inside of my ring again; And then maybe LDFC will throw me somethin' to eat. But who knows, if they keep throwin' me scraps, I'm just about ready to bite someone's bloody hand off.

Butcher stares a hole through the camera, scoffs and walks off. The scene fades away, leaving nothing but darkness. 

END.