Butch pulls a plain black t-shirt over his still-ripped-and-chiselled physique. He stands up from the bench he previously sat on, hefting the straps of his duffel bag onto his left shoulder. His mind wanders again as he thinks over the reunion in the ring he had his old rivals and close friends Michael Dredge and Buff Bridges as well as assisting Talon Wilkinson at the end of the broadcast. He wonders what his family would be thinking at the sight of him appearing in an HWA ring again, interviewing people, being involved with Senester again. As of by fate, Butch's cell phone begins to vibrate in the pocket of his jeans.
Butch dumps his bag on the ground for the time being and delves into his jean pocket, pulling out his iPhone 4S and he sighs as soon as he sees the name "SEAN PARKER" flash up. He slides his finger across the phone's screen, placing the phone to his ear as the voice of his nephew can clearly be heard in the background.
(Sean): What the actual f***k was that?!
(Butch): Nice to speak to you as well, Sean. And what do you mean?
(Sean): You know damn well what I mean! All that bullshit about how you're done with Senester and no more wrestling? Settling down at home and opening your own school. Were they just all lies to make amends and mend fences with Dianne and me?
(Butch): Of course not! You know damn fine I wouldn't have gotten involved if there wasn't a damn good reason! It's only short-term anyway. I do a couple of interviews, do a bit of commentary and I get the twins back.
(Sean): Are you that stupid to think that Senester doesn't have some hidden agenda?
(Butch): And you don't think I thought that over a thousand times before I agreed to anything? I had my attorney look over the contract and it's airtight. I go to a couple of Havocs and some backstage work and I get them back, no bullshit.
(Sean): And you really think it's that simple? You got some legal big shot to look over it? And what about Wisdom? How does she feel?
(Butch): She fully supports me and besides, she doesn't have long to go, we're getting the baby room prepped in Santa Barbara and we've already made arrangements for extra child care. Trust me on this one, Sean, I know what I'm doing.
(Sean): Mhmmm, I've heard that before.
(Butch): Yeah well, if things go tits up, you'll get to say I told you so. Anyway, I'm heading back to my hotel. Hopefully all the reporters will have given up waiting for me in the parking lot and I can get a decent night's sleep.
(Sean): Fat chance of that happening. Laters
Butch ends the call with his nephew and slides his iPhone back into his pocket and he slings his duffel bag back over his shoulder. He makes his way out of the locker room and towards the parking lot where a throng of reporters await him.
(Butch): Guess I was wrong....
The reporters notice Butch and they immediately swarm towards him as the scene fades to black.
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