Mercy, Eh?

[Butcher.]

"It's bloody smolderin' out'ere."

Butcher slowly walked into the camera's focus. He looks up, wondering where the Hell the heat was coming from. Darby casually came in with a giant can of beer and perches on the wall. He was dressed in a tight black shirt and had sunshades over his eyes. Butcher was in a black tanktop. He turns to Darby.

BUTCHER: It's as hot as a dog's clout innit...? Oi, they ain't gonna appreciate you drinkin' in bloody public. This ain't back home you twit.

Darby rolls his eyes, reaches in his back pocket and pulls out a black plastic bag which he promptly places his drink in.

BUTCHER: Classy.

Butcher turns to the camera.

BUTCHER: A lot of people got their clit in a twist with what happen to everybody's favorite gimp Josh Mitchell. I say it's tough love for the boy. Never give a man a look if you don't want any trouble I always say. The boy learned that the hard way. Maybe they shouldn't be hirin' lads and should be lookin' for REAL MEN, eh? Maybe then people wouldn't be have a cob-on when I take it upon myself to teach the younger generation that there's jackshit at the end of the rainbow. 

Butcher adjusts his stance.

BUTCHER: Maybe they should stop givin' these boys cow juice and let'em grow a pair of conkers they'd learn. But they won't, and that's where me and my friend here come in. See, that's the first of many beatings for that boy. If he decides he wants to get too big for his knickers it'll be an even messier endeavor. So I suggest he deal with the ramifications. But that's the least of my problems. It seems LDFC decided they wants to put me in the ring with Mercy Williams.  Can you believe this buncha grot?! Listen love, as much as I'd like to sit here and talk about you and your time here in Lion's Den; I just can't be bothered to talk about a piece of gash who's career is takin' the piss as much as MINE.

Darby chuckles, Butcher turns around.

BUTCHER: Shut your gob!! But I do know this, Charlotte, North Carolina on June 2nd, I'm gonna make an example out of ya. Just like with what I did to that boy!! I'm gonna show you that this female empowerment shite don't mean anything to me!! They put you in the ring with me, they signed off on it, which means as a contracted fighter I'm not held accountable for what might transpire, am I? Many things can happen, bad things, things I don't think you want. See, we're on a mission me and my acquaintance, and that mission is riddin' the rubbish in Lion's Den. No more games, no more shortcomings, WE GET BACK WHAT'S OWED TO US!!! And I bloody guarantee, after our match Mercy, we'll be one step closer to that.

Butcher gives a crook smirk, then frowns. He turns his head slightly.

BUTCHER: Bring your arse...

Darby watches Butcher leave and holds his beer up before drinking it and walking off. The two roughnecks from London make their way down the street as the camera fades to black.