NO MORE BLOODY GAMES!!!

[Butcher.]

Butcher wasn't in the happy sorts. For a good week or two he was seething. His chances of making it big, up in smoke. Darby heard most of it, and tried to calm him down. However, when Teddy get's going, he doesn't stop until he solves the problem himself. It's always been like that, ever since he was a boy. And his problem was a small Mexican who decided to take their opportunity and wipe his ass with it. Butcher, was pacing around in breezy Charlotte, North Carolina. Butcher's face was in a deep scowl, and his eyes were focused on the pavement. He stops, holding his right index finger up at himself.

BUTCHER: Am I a bloody joke to you?! Am I some sort o' mark who you can just swindle?! NO!!! I'M NONE O' THAT!!! See, boy, what you did was cock up my chance at a big pay day. You took money out of me pocket. You decided to take it upon yourself to mess with me match, a match we had won! And people will CRY and make a FUSS about the details. People will say we didn't do things right. They'll say we were tryin' to filch our win. Well BOLLOCKS to that!!! 

Butcher wipes the corners of his mouth, eyes locked in on the camera. 

BUTCHER: See Pedro, y'did something I'll not forgive you for. Coulda left well alone, coulda had a healthy career. You coulda been worth somethin' better than being a duffer. But you and I both know...hindsight's a slag. So you've formed a debt with me. You've formed a very heavy debt, and I'm gonna beat every POUND you owe me out of your skinny, breakable, lil' BODY!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?! THIS DOESN'T END UNLESS I SAY IT DOES!!! YOU TAKE FROM ME? I TAKE FROM YOU, YOU LIL' BROWN PISSPOT!!! You'll be lookin' over your shoulder every second o' the day!! I'm gonna chew y'up and spit y'out!! 

Butcher cracks his neck to the side and tries to calm himself. The temples on the side of his head begin to bulge out as he grits his teeth.

BUTCHER: So, LDFC decides that in order for me to simmer down, they want me to put a knob in a hospital. Echo...Rigby. 

Butcher scoffs, scratching at the back of his neck. He paces the floor, none too happy he couldn't get his hands on the little twat who costed him something very valuable. He gets on his hands and knees and summons the camera to get closer. Butcher glues his eyes forward, which were wide and attentive.

BUTCHER: Listen dove: If you are smart, don't piss me off. I don't know if you're lofty in the head, but I'm gonna give y'the benefit of the doubt. I don't have time for games, I don't have time for bollocks, so if you are keen...you will not piss me off. Because I swear on me mum, I'm not gonna let you win. I'm not gonna give you or that bloody tosser, Pedro the satisfaction. So when you get your lil' arse here in Charlotte coming up on Thursday night...be prepared for a thumpin'. 

Butcher keeps his stare.

BUTCHER: No more games...I'm takin' what's owed to me.

Butcher walks out of the camera's view. The camera keeps steady, and soon the scene fades to black...

Cheers. END.