“(Butch): the most incredible woman I've ever met…………..We've been through so much together...................getting married and the prospect of becoming parents has …………….we continue to lean on each other when the chips are down.”
Listening to his words is more comforting to her than anything in the world. She closes her eyes to relish the thought and can practically feel his hand caress her cheek, brining a smile to her face. She fast-forwards to his match and watches the attack and Senester leering in the background.
(Wisdom): You little chicken-shit. Nobody even knows who you are hiding behind a fuking mask and you know what? Nobody cares. All we know is that you were allegedly a student of Ronnie McNeil’s, but I’ve seen no proof of that. As far as the wrestling world is concerned you’re just using his name to make a way for yourself. Even if you were, who’s to say you were worth a damn. For all we know your just some punk ass kid who he dropped for attitude problems. Obviously he didn’t teach you that there are just some people you don’t mess with. You just poked the lions cage kid, and because of it, you’re fuked.
What we do know about you is that you’re nothing but a man-#####, selling yourself out for a few bucks to the highest bidder, or for your own best interest. We also know that when Butch gets his hands on you, and he will, he’s going to break something and you’ll need all of that money Senester paid you and then some to put your Humpty Dumpty ass back together again. Lucky for you, I’m here at home, and not in the mix or you’d have two Parker’s to deal with. Butch plays it cool, bides his time, and rips you a new one in the ring…Mrs. Parker…she’s the b###h who’ll hunt you down, make your life miserable and not give a damn if we ever get in the ring or not because I will have already got mine in. You’re pissing off a lot of people, and it won’t be long before you go running back where you came with your tail between your legs.
Wisdom is getting frustrated just thinking about, uncurling her legs from beneath her as she sits up more attentively.
(Wisdom): And you Senester, you’re the most despicable human being on the face of this earth. You used two kids, who knowing you, you probably bought, bribed or threatened to get…just to use in this scheme against Butch. What is your obsession with him? Why can’t you just leave him alone? He’s the one person in your miserable life who is incorruptible. You changed and commanded men’s minds, but never his. He worked with you for Diana’s sake, but you never held his heart and soul. It must eat away at you that no matter what you do, no matter what scheme you concoct, or how much bodily harm you inflict, he will get back up, and he will always defy you. You can win your little games, but you accomplish nothing. Butch Parker…The One Man Tartan Army…my husband….you can bend him all you like, but he will never break.
She seems rather pleased with her comments, thinking about what she said for a moment as she scrolls through the ad for the upcoming show and rolls her eyes. The frustration quickly coming back to her face.
(Wisdom): You’ve got to be kidding me. I thought this was supposed to be a random drawing. Who is going to believe that this isn’t rigged? You stick my husband in a match with this nobody “FXS” or whoever you really are, the new guy Stu-E Price and Bryan Deas. I know we’re in the Halloween season and all, but this is more than a trick, and far less than a treat….it’s just plain bullshit.
Wisdom grabs her cell and dials Butch’s number…as she expected it goes straight to voicemail.
(Wisdom): Babe…give me a call when you get this...you won’t believe what I just saw….or then again you probably will. I’m heading out to for my check-up but I have my phone with me and will call you right back in case I miss you. Love you....bye!
She makes a kissing noise into the phone and ends the call. The next few minutes are spent getting dressed and heading out to her prenatal appointment as the scene fades to black.
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