You Lost To This?!?

[Butcher.]

"A bloody, sheep tosser, really...?!"

Butcher could be seen walking into the camera's focus. He seemed to be talking to someone who didn't want to be on camera at the moment. Butcher had his hands stuffed in his jacket and looked off camera.

BUTCHER: Of all of the things I've come across in my time as a man, this has got to be the stupidest bloody thing I've ever been apart of. And to make this endeavor an even more of a crapshoot, this acquaintance of mine--come'ere y'sodder.

Butcher crooks his finger towards Darby who walks in and just posts up in the background. Darby comes into the frame, looking just as sarcastic as ever. He posts against the wall behind the two of them and looks at Butcher before looking at the camera.

BUTCHER: Managed to lose a match against this shite! THUNDERBELLY, as he triumphantly likes to declare himself. THUNDERBELLY, beat a bloody guy who made a livin' out of smashin' some really crooked bastards all the way up the Thames River!! This goon right here! And me, I'm sittin' right confused as to how he coulda let a masked NUTTER gain th upper hand like that. But then I realize who I'm talkin' about and things become clear as day. But y'see, me and him we've got enough on our plates. We got two muppets who couldn't leave well alone. Took somethin' from me and Darby'ere that we can't get back any time soon, see.

Butcher turns and looks at Darby who seemed to be a bit miffed as it is. He turns his eyes away, gritting his teeth and forming an uncomfortable smirk on his face.

BUTCHER: Put a dent in our plans, planned ahead for the future. Things were lookin' up we were in the talks for the APEX Tag Team Championship! Woulda made off like KINGS! Now we're fightin' sheep diddlers!! And I for one am not gonna keep up this trend in which we screw up. No more games I said, and no more games I MEAN!! I stand by that, and I'm not gonna like some dimwit take the piss outta me. I don't care who y'are, mate, and certainly I think you need some proper help; Got a few screws loose off the hinges, eh?

Darby makes the default gesture of calling someone crazy, using his right finger and swirling it around near his head. He mouths, "LOON..." and Butcher scoffs.

BUTCHER: But I'm sure I can help fix that. I'll just knock your head right straight! I will not stop until I get what I want! And the thing I want is that blighter Pedro Gonzales!!! So if I've got to crush this sheep fiddler to get me hands on that little dirt spot, I WILL!!! And Darby would be happy to oblige in helpin' me get just that, ain't that right FRIEND...?!

Darby nods his head and smirks at Butcher he shakes his head.

BUTCHER: Winston-Salem, I put that toad down to rest for GOOD. 

Butcher motions his head to the side at Darby as he turns around to glare at him.

BUTCHER: C'mon y'berk...

Butcher walks past Darby who watches him leave. He raises his eyebrows and drops them with a cheeky grin as he follows behind his "friend."

END.