(Reporter 1#): Mr Parker, how do you feel about having a baby girl?
(Reporter 2#): Butch, are you and Wisdom officially back together?
(Reporter 3#): Butch, how does it feel to be the first man to make Talon Wilkinson tap out?
(Reporter 4#): Mr Parker, is it really true your sister has been receiving treatment in Dark Horse Towers for almost a year now?
(Reporter 5#): How do you feel about Hans von Richtoven becoming the new HWA World Champion and will you be challenging Eddie K to a match?
(Security guard): Okay guys, that's enough, clear off, Mr Parker will be making a statement shortly.
The security guards finally manage to hold off the swarm of reporters long enough for Butch to be whisked inside the limo. As soon as the door is closed, Butch throws back his hood and releases a massive gushed sigh. The reporters stubbornly continue to take photographs, their flashes dimmed slightly thanks to the limo's tinted windows and their ever-pressing shouts of questions are only barely heard. Butch mops his face with his left hand, pinching his tear ducts and rubs his eyes as the come-down from the night's chaotic events starts to sink in. The limo driver's voice suddenly resonates throughout the car.
(Driver): Where to sir?
(Butch): Just back to my hotel.
(Driver): Yessir.
Butch sighs deeply again, leaning back against the leather interior of the car, his head resting against the glass window as the scene fades to black.
The scene fades back with Butch checking back into his hotel, the Norfolk Waterfront Marriott, in Norfolk Virginia. As soon as the door behind him to his room closes, Butch quite literally collapses face-first onto the bed, his voice muffled by the pillows as he punches it furious frustration. A moment later and he turns over onto his back, staring at the fan attached to the ceiling. He brings both hands up, covering his entire face. A thousand thoughts race through his mind at a thousand miles an hour. Diana would refuse to speak to him and had gone to stay with Sean back in Scotland and had point blankly ordered her older brother not to follow him. Wisdom had instructed him to give himself some, as she called it, "man-time". The thought of Minerva carrying Butch's daughter and Senester watching over her broke Butch's heart and he didn't care if he wore his heart on his sleeve with it. This was a pain he couldn’t contain.
He sits up straight from his prone position and gets up from the bed, and approaches the minibar directly across from it. He slides the small glass door open and pulls out a miniature bottle of Jack Daniels, unscrewing the cap and he stares at the golden contents within the small bottle.
(Butch): Here's to you, Hans.
Butch necks the entire bottle with one gulp, screwing his face up as the fiery liquid scorches his insides and he throws the bottle against the wall, sending small fragments of glass everywhere. Not satisfied, Butch reaches in and pulls out two more miniatures, the drinks in question are both Standard Russian Vodka. Butch again unscrews the bottle caps and holds them up
(Butch): Here's to your health, Diana and here's to our love, Wisdom.
Once again Butch drains the bottle's contents and launches it across the room. But Butch still isn't satisfied, and pulls out another bottle, this time a bottle of Jim Beam. Butch's eyes are turning red as he starts to feel the effect of the alcohol. He holds the small bottle of bourbon aloft.
(Butch): Here's to the daughter I'm never going to see….And here's to you Senester, you rat f*** shit #### prink-face. F***….You…
Butch tanks the tiny bottle and once again launches it against the adjacent wall before sinking down into a lazy seated position on the floor, leaning nonchalantly against his bed, tilting his head back against the bed's wooden frame, closing his eyes tight as the scene fades to black.
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