Backstage
DEFtv 200 Night One

Backstage. 

An angry Butcher Victorious hobbling through the halls, still feeling the effects of Troy’s rolling kneebar, along with a red welt on his forehead. 

Ten minutes before this moment, The Headbutt Heard Round the World knocked his former mentor, Oscar Burns, clear out the ring and walked out on him and Vae Victis. 

He looks up seeing the cameraman lurking in the hallway. 

Butcher Victorious:
BUTCH VIC… No…

Butcher feels at the welt on his forehead. 

Butcher Victorious:
No… this ain’t no catchphrase kinda moment right now. I gotta get something off my chest right now while the words are still here… I should feel like I'm at the top of the world right now. I just went toe to toe with Lindsay Troy and hung in there as long as I could and almost won when nobody gave me a chance. I just KNOCKED OSCAR BURNS square on his ass. In a ring surrounded by the top wrestlers and legends DEFIANCE has today… these people -- the DEFIANCE Faithful -- they were all chanting MY name. They supported me fully. They embraced me fully. They were cheering for me!

A sad look forms on his face. 

Butcher Victorious:
But you want to know why I ain’t feeling all damn fuzzy and warm inside right now… Because all the whispering, all the talk, all the rumors about me are true… 

A stark realization. 

Butcher Victorious:
…because I am what everyone thinks I’m am… a fucking idiot. 

He swallows back some emotions right now.

Butcher Victorious:
Mil Vueltas… you and Thomas Keeling. Everything you said was right. I should have… I should have seen the signs. All I wanted was one chance to work with the best wrestlers DEFIANCE has ever seen. Hell… the first time he finally accepted me as his student… that was because I HELPED HIM WIN A SHOT AT THE FIST! THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN A SIGN… BUT I NEVER SAW IT! THAT’S ALL I EVER WAS! THAT’S ALL I WAS TO YOU AND VAE VICTIS, OSCAR… A STOOGE! A FUCKING STOOGE! 

Now it’s nothing but anger pouring out. 

Butcher Victorious:
I WAS SCRUBBING TOILETS! CARRYING BAGS! MAKING DRINKS… CLEANING HELEN’S GOT-DAMN CAGE! I GOT THROWN IN JAIL CAUSE THE REST OF THEM CHEAP BASTARDS LEFT ME WITH A BILL AT A BAR ONCE! OSCAR DIDN’T COME BAIL ME OUT UNTIL AFTER HE SPENT TWO WEEKS IN NEW ZEALAND! BUT YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT I DID IT ALL! ALL THE HAZING! ALL THE CHEAP WORK! I DID IT ALL BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS GONNA BETTER MY CAREER! IT’S BECAUSE MAYBE ONE DAY, THEY’D ACCEPT ME FOR ME!

Sigh. 

Butcher Victorious:
But none of that happened. Even after I turned my back on someone that showed genuine concern for me like Mil… even after I trained as hard as I could, every day, for the past three months to wrestle everyone else in Vae Victis to prove myself worthy of being seen as a peer and not a flunkie… it was never gonna be enough. It wasn’t … it wasn’t… then they trotted out Dan Leo James… 

Now he looks ready to put his fist through a wall…

His fist is ready… 

…but at the last second, he turns that fist into a finger. 

The finger is now directed in front of him. 

Butcher Victorious:
OSCAR! 

He’s gritting his teeth. 

Butcher Victorious:
You’re right! I didn’t win ANY of these matches with Vae Victis! Not a damn one! I tried my damnedest, man, I did. But… one thing that you were wrong about: you said I was tested against every member of Vae Victis… but we both know that ain’t true… cause I ain’t fought YOU… 

He briefly pauses. 

Butcher Victorious:
For EVERYTHING you put me through… EVERY TIME you laughed at me behind my back… EVERY TIME you laughed IN MY FACE… EVERY TIME that you had me taking beatings for you… EVERY TIME that you had me do your dirty work… I will make you pay. Y’all ain’t hearing me wrong, so I’ll say it one more time for you, Oscar… I! WILL! MAKE! YOU! PAY! AND I WILL MAKE YOU PAY… AND I WANT TO DO IT AT DEFCON!

As soon as the last word leaves his mouth, he can’t help but grow quiet. Something else is on his mind. 

Butcher Victorious:
I know what you’re gonna say when you hear this… you couldn’t beat Scott. You couldn’t beat Henry. You couldn’t beat Lindsay. How the hell am I gonna beat you? How the hell… am I gonna beat you… but Oscar… I will find a way… I will find MY way. After EVERYTHING I have had to do in your name for the past two years… there is NOTHING you can do. NO HOLD you can put on me. NO SUPLEX you can hit me with that will make me STAY down, Oscar. I will prove you wrong. I WILL show you… 

Now he fully clutches the camera with both hands. 

Butcher Victorious:
THAT BUTCH VIC… HAS IT. 

Black. 

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