(Isabella): Hola, Señor Butch!
(Butch): Hola, Isabella. Dónde está Wisdom?
(Hello Isabella, where is Wisdom?)
(Isabella): Está durmiendo, Señor.
(She is sleeping.)
Butch nods in acknowledgement.
(Isabella): Te gustaría comer algo?
(Would you like something to eat?)
(Butch): No, I’m just gonna grab a shower, gracias.
Isabella nods back and takes her leave. Butch grabs up his bag, heaving it onto his shoulder and he wanders up the stairs. As he walks along the corridor towards the bedroom, he walks past the room that would’ve belonged to the twins and Butch can’t help but feel the same feeling he felt when Senester made the revelation that they weren’t his. The feeling like he had just had the wind completely driven out of his lungs and like his heart just sank into the pit of his stomach. He walks dejectedly into the room, spotting the mahogany crib that he only built days before. He runs his hand across the smooth wooden material and faintly touches the plastic giraffes and elephants attached to a mobile that hangs over the end of the crib.
After standing in the room for a long moment, Butch turns and leaves the room, making his way into he and Wisdom’s bedroom where he sees his pregnant wife lying asleep. A smile involuntarily crosses Butch’s face at the sight of Wisdom looking so peaceful and carefree considering what has happened in the last 48 hours. Butch starts to get ready for his shower by taking off his shoes, socks and t-shirt revealing his well-conditioned physique but before he goes any further, he climbs onto the bed and gently pulls a strand of Wisdom’s beautiful blonde hair out of her face and lightly runs the back of his hand across his cheek before running his hand under the bed covers and placing it affectionately over Wisdom’s baby bump. She stirs slightly and an involuntary smile paints itself across her face, as if sensing Butch’s presence in her unconscious slumber. Quietly, Butch scoots off the bed and finishes his undressing in the bathroom that is adjoined with the bedroom.
Twenty minutes later, Butch walks out of the bathroom, donned in just a pair of grey Nike jogging pants; his chestnut brown hair looks almost black due to the wet shine glistening in the light of the room. A towel is draped across his shoulders aswell. In the bed, Wisdom is still fast asleep so Butch decides to leave her for now and at this moment, he spots his cell phone, placed atop the bedside cabinet, with a missed call message and the name “David” splayed across the screen. Butch picks the phone, quietly leaving the room as to not disturb Wisdom. He dials in some digits on the phone’s keypad before placing the handset to his ear and after a short moment of the line ringing, his call is answered.
(Butch): David? Hi, it’s Butch; sorry I missed your call…..yeah sorry, I was in the shower; did you manage to find out anything for me?.........Aw, you’re joking?.........so because he’s still technically their legal guardian, we need his say-so to do a paternity test? Can we not file some sort of injunction? Do I not have any rights at all? …………. And how long will that take?.....Six months?! For f**k sake! .....No, no it’s fine, I know you’re doing your best, it’s just this is getting on top of me…..No I appreciate it, David, whatever you can do it’s more than helpful…….aye…….let me know when you know anything else, will you?.....Will do, thanks again, David, bye.
Butch ends the call and it takes all of his inner strength not to yell out in frustration and throw his phone against the wall in a fit of rage. Instead, he stealthily creeps back into the bedroom, grabbing a white sleeveless Venum Fight Wear t-shirt out of his duffel bag as he does and pulls it over his head, covering his upper torso. He makes his way down the stairs and spots Isabella still attending the laundry in the other room and he plonks himself down on his reclining leather barca lounger, turning on the TV as he does so. However the default channel that turns on is HWA TV which causes Butch to roll his eyes at the sight of the familiar HWA logo.
(Butch): Can I not get away from this for just one day?
Butch goes to change the cannel when a new commercial advertising the next HWA event begins ti air which momentarily captures his attention.
(Voiceover): ……. “That’s right, starting next Sunday, September 30th 2012, HWA begins its 2012 World Tour where it’ll kick off in Bangkok, Thailand at the Hua Mark Stadium. All of the top HWA superstars will be on hand and in some great matches, including the anxiously-awaited in-ring return of the ‘One Man Tartan Army’ Butch Parker who’ll go one-on-one with the reigning HWA All Star Champion Judas Mercury. We’ve received no official word from Judas Mercury yet on the prospect of facing Butch Parker but Parker himself has aired a statement about his feelings following his recent re-signing and the aftermath of Havoc including a personal addressing of Senester in which he has yet to respond to. Only time will tell on how this saga will play out. Speaking of Senester, the once-again HWA Champion will face off against Antonio Romano….
Butch zones out of the rest of the commercial, turning the television down with the remote control situated on the arm rest of the chair. He sits in silence for a moment, a contemplative look on his face before climbing to his feet and sets up the recording equipment on the television in order to air a new promo. Butch regains his seated position but adopts a more serious posture. He leans forward, his hands clasped together and his elbows leaning on his thighs as he looks into the camera.
(Butch): Well, Senester, as you probably just overheard during my earlier conversation, I am currently in discussion with my legal team in attempting to have a paternity test done but it appears you’ve already seen to it that all the little air pockets have been sealed up good and tight. I won’t quit though Senester but I expect you seen this coming. I will simply not rest on your word that the twins are not mine and if after everything, it turns out they’re not, at least I’ll know I did everything I could. Before I go on to address this coming Havoc, I do have a proposal for you, Senester and it’s a very simple one. You felt what it’s like to prod and poke the caged lion at Havoc and to be bitten for sticking your hand one too many times between the bars. Well I’ll give you the opportunity to….let’s say repay some of that punishment. I’m challenging you to a fight, Senester. Not a match, I’m not interest in dick-measuring; no ridiculous stipulations. An unsanctioned fight is what I’m challenging you to, until the other can’t fight back or stand up. If I’m gonna be stuck back here for the next three years, at least give me the opportunity to win back some shred of dignity.
Now, Judas Mercury, I’m not gonna ramble on how and I’m going to dismantle you and beat you up or any of that other bullshit. I respect you as a competitor, I’ve interviewed you, I’ve called your matches and as quirky as you may be, you’re still an HWA Champion and that is something I’ll always respect. In Thailand, I’m going to come down to the ring, wrestle you and leave. End of story. If I win, so be it, if I lose….
Butch exhales loudly and shrugs his shoulders.
(Butch): ….Considering all that’s happened recently, well a loss is really the least of my worries. But you have my word; I’ll give you my all in our match. When it comes to professional wrestling, with me, there’s nothing half-assed. I may not like the fact that I’m back but I will make the most of it. Best of luck, Judas, best of luck.
And with that, Butch stands up and walks back up the stairs and out of line of sigh of the camera as the scene fades to black.
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