Pay Up.

[Butcher.]

"BLOODY FINALLY..."

Butcher can be heard while walking.

BUTCHER: Only took those tossers makin' this match longer than me grandfather on the can after indulging himself on pork faggots. Wanna know somethin'? These lads? These BOYS...? They got no respect for their elders. People who think what their doin' is brave. "STANDIN' UP TO THE BULLIES!" Jesus what a crap shoot. And we're the thieves, is that right? Nobody wants to blame those little twits for costing us our chance now do they? Ooooh, no, we deserved it. A fights a fight, use what you can, there's sayings about that. Like...like CHEKOV'S GUN. If it's there, you better be sure you use it. But you want to know what pisses me off the most...? Knowing that they don't feel any bit guilty for their endeavor. Pedro? Pedro's still a boy so he doesn't understand the harsh reality of it all. Never get involved in adult business. I feel sorry for him sort of, because the lad's gonna get hurt bad. Then he drags his cow tongue havin' friend into the mix and now he's got to get this thumpin' too. A mighty sad time to be'em...

Butcher had been waiting to get his hands on these little shits for quite some time. Their excellency LDFC, decided that he and his partner Darby were most deserving of getting payback after those ingrates decided they wanted to screw them over. Funny that isn't it? Butcher, seeming to still be embittered walks into the camera frame with Darby behind him. Butcher scratches at his beard, looking on with a small scowl. 

BUTCHER: What to know what I can't bloody stand...?! Waiting. I hate having to wait for things. Why go through all the bollocks when I can have it now?! Why do we have to wait until now to face two GITS who robbed us?! Where's the justice?! And you wonder why people are envious of Parliament. You lot wouldn't know democracy if it climbed up knickers and bit y'in the PECKER. So me n' Darby have to stew, y'see, havin' to wait to get our hands around these smegheads! People would say we had the chance to, they would go on about how my threats mean nothin', but for a bloody MONTH these bastards were nowhere to be found.

Butcher nudges Darby who's pacing in the background with his hands in his pockets.

BUTCHER: Like a couple of spooks, eh?

Darby wiggles his fingers as if going, "Spooky~" to the camera before cracking a crooked smirk and shaking his head.

BUTCHER: Kept us apart, so me and Darby got to thinkin' see: Why waste a money match. Why waste a chance to beat you down in a ring underneath the banner, eh? Why sod up another opportunity in makin' a big check? See, despite my CHARMING disposition, I'm a thinker. That's why back across the pond I handled the cash so the idiot behind me didn't piss away our money on hookers and payin for pints for his mates at the pub. 

Butcher turns back to Darby who shrugs his shoulders. Butcher seethes a bit and shakes his head.

BUTCHER: So, the way I see it, I rather kick your arse at the Benton Convention Center out in Winston-Salem while getting PAID to do it!! Funny how jobs are isn't it? At All Costs, you're payin your bloody DEBTS! And you'll see, a bunch of BOYS aren't prepared to face a couple of gentlemen who have no problem bashing you in your GOB. You're gonna pay for what you did either way. Whether out of your pockets or in blood, you better believe...you're gonna pay. And this ain't an idle threat gents, no, this is a damned FACT!! MAY 5TH!!! YOU'VE GOT TWO DAYS!!! And then you're DONE!!! We'll wash our hands of this sod job and then we'll go back on track, getting those APEX Tag Team Championships.

Butcher cracks his neck to the side and stares into the camera.

BUTCHER: So until then boys, enjoy your last days being able to eat solid foods. Cheers.

Darby waves bye and follows behind Butcher who can still be heard at a loud volume, musing almost about how he's gonna "rip that masked babbler mouth's todger off and beat that twit Pedro with it." The camera stays in place, and then...

Fade.