TD: Incredible scenes here in the Fleet Center, folks, as these eighteen
    thousand fans... it sounds like every one of these people is
    cheering Creed's tremendous victory. Hang on... hang on, I
    understand there's trouble back in the locker rooms!

[Cut to shaky hand-held footage in a corridor in the backstage area.
Lord Byron lies flat out on the concrete floor, the imposing form of
Otto "the Butcher" Verhoeven standing above him. The Lady DeWinter,
screaming for her man, is held at bay by Nurse Heidi, who has the
winsome valet locked in a full nelson.]

TD: [over the headset] What's going on?!

SR: [over the headset] The Butcher's carving up the loser, that's what,
    Dross!  I told you -- Byron's a damned loser!

[The Butcher drags Byron to his feet -- and drives him down onto his
knee with a Slaughterslam, allowing him to fall to the floor. An
official enters the area, and is kicked to the floor by Verhoeven, who
turns to Byron, and yells at him. His words are picked up by the camera,
and relayed out into the arena on the video wall at the head of the
aisle:]

OV: So, your lordship, this is it. This is the end of the European
    Alliance.  As partners, we had so much potential.  We could have had
    it all, could have ruled the IIWF like undisputed kings!  But you
    had to destroy it.  You style yourself as a lord, as someone who is
    superior to everybody he encounters.

    At first, when you asked me to join you to form the Alliance, you
    hid your true self behind a sneaky demeanor.  But in recent weeks it
    became more and more obvious that you treated me like just another
    of your henchmen, like a hired bodyguard, like a LAPDOG!

[Lady DeWinter shrieks as Verhoeven slaps Byron, although the latter
still seems to be unconscious as he lies sprawled on the floor.]

OV: Ja, like a gottverdammte DOG!  All of your bragging just made the
    situation worse for me.  Your wealth, most of which you inherited,
    was always visible when we met: whether it was the Rolls Royce we
    sometimes travelled in, your manor where you invited us, the fur
    coat you gave Heidi... [he slowly shakes his head] you showed what a
    buffoon you are.  And, of course, the Intercontinental title. You
    took that damned belt everywhere you went, calling yourself the
    greatest champion the IIWF ever had.  How do you think that made me
    feel, eh? [He slaps him again]  What did you THINK?  Creed or
    someone else would long have taken that belt away from your waist
    and beat you to a bloody pulp if it had not been for me to cover
    your weak, little back, you spineless, snivelling fool!  You think
    you are the greatest thing walking around in this place?  You were
    only a secondary title champion with some fancy technical skills and
    the most devastating man in the world of wrestling as a bodyguard!
    Now, you are NOTHING!

[Another official strays into the area, and the Butcher lays him out
with a hard right hand before continuing his tirade, although with a
softer voice.]

OV: The end of the European Alliance means the end of Lord Byron.  You
    should never have treated a proud man like this, Byron.  That was
    your cardinal mistake.  You said that our partnership was about
    loyalty, about equality, but I was always the goon, the strongman,
    the thug.  Not anymore.  The _real_ Butcher is back.  You were the
    first to meet him again, but rest assured, you will not be the last
    victim.  I hope you will always remember this humiliation, because I
    will always remember the weeks as the servant of the "mighty" Byron
    with utter disgust.  THIS is the end of your career, my former
    friend.  You will now learn the true meaning of the words WELCOME TO
    THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE!

[With that, Verhoeven descends on the unconscious Byron once more and
continues pounding away with huge rights and lefts, before dragging him
up onto his feet and throwing him against the wall.  Verhoeven grabs a
nearby table and throws it on top of Byron.  DeWinter screams and
struggles to break free of Heidi's grip, but her captor simply throws
her to the ground and begins stomping away at her!]

TD: [over the headset] This is criminal!  Byron's completely helpless!

SR: [over the headset] Whip him, Otto!  Whip him like the loser he is!

[Suddenly, there is a commotion as Creed, Mad Dog Watkins and Ike
Sampson fly into the shot.  Creed blasts Verhoeven with the IC title,
knocking the Butcher for six.  Sampson immediately begins working over
the big German as Creed and Watkins drag a kicking and screaming Heidi
away from DeWinter.  Finally, a large contingent of officials and
security staff flood the area and drag Verhoeven and Heidi away.  An EMT
crew arrives to assist Byron and DeWinter as the "Black Pack" leaves the
area.  Cut back to the broadcast table at ringside.]

TD: What a heinous attack by Otto Verhoeven!  What a humiliating way for
    the man who has undoubtedly been the finest Intercontinental
    Champion of all time to leave the IIWF, after such a competitive,
    incredible match with Creed.

SR: Aw, quit the moaning, Dross.