(Dr. Eve Handler): Well hello there pretty lady, and how are the two of you doing?
(Wisdom): Baby’s doing fine Eve, I’m not so sure about me.
(Dr. Eve Handler): Oh?
(Wisdom): A little light headed at times, massive cravings…shall I go on?
(Dr. Eve Handler): We talked about this during your 1st trimester. It’s very common for mothers to experience mild and temporary cases of diabetes during their pregnancy and this is what you’re exhibiting. You’re going to have to watch your sugar intake over the next month or so.
(Wisdom): Yeah I’ll try to keep that in mind.
(Dr. Eve Handler): Now you’ve only got a month or so left, I want you resting. No strenuous walking, no climbing, mind your diet and of course your stress level. Have you decided on whether or not you’ll be breast feeding?
(Wisdom): I’m not sure. Look at my tits, they’re big enough on their own, now add all that milk manufacturing to it and they’re gonna balloon right up. I told Butch they’d get bigger if I breast fed and I could see the glimmer in his eyes, and the smile in the corner of his mouth that he tried to hide as he said “whatever you want to do is fine with me.”
They laugh together for a few moments.
(Dr. Eve Handler): Sweetie, I don’t know any husband that wouldn’t like those features enhanced a bit, even if temporarily, but there are some things to consider for your own health and safety. I do recommend for mothers for at least four to six months, but if you intend to get right back to your active lifestyle as you discussed before, then it may not be for you, or you’re gonna need one helluva sports bra. You’ll be more susceptible to lower back pain and injuries as well.
(Wisdom): Yeah…I thought about that too. I don’t know….I guess I’ll decide in a few weeks so I can get whatever I need ready either way.
(Dr. Eve Handler): That’s fair enough. Well…we’re all done here unless you have some other questions.
Wisdom just shakes her head.
(Dr. Eve Handler): Alright…so I want one more visit in about 3 weeks and the time after that we’ll be in the hospital bringing this little one into the world.
(Wisdom): Sounds great!
(Dr. Eve Handler): Okie dokie….you get dressed and I’ll see ya then.
(Wisdom): Thanks Eve.
2 Hours later back in Santa Barbara, CA….Wisdom is home, and she can hear muffled noises and small vibrations from the floor, this meaning that Butch is down in the new gym they added onto the house after he moved in, replacing her old smaller one on the ground floor. She goes downstairs to what is technically a basement but now looks like any other floor of the house. She stands in the doorway of the gym, and finds Butch with a stack of VHS tapes on the floor next to him, and some newer DVD’s watching old matches of Chuckles the Clown, and scribbling notes on a notepad. She comes and stands right next to him, but he doesn’t even recognize her presence so engrossed in his study. She smiles and just stands there before clearing her throat. Butch turns, sees her and snaps out of wrestling mode for a moment, putting the tape on pause.
(Butch): You’re back, everything go okay?
Wisdom doesn’t say anything and just steps closer to him, sticking her hand into the front of his training pants and pulling him closer. He gets a grin on his face, and gives her a little kiss.
(Wisdom): I am….and it did!
She starts feeling under his shirt at his chistled physique, but knowing where this is heading he gently pulls her arms down and away.
(Butch): Babe…you know we can’t!
Wisdom has a defeated, pouty look on her face. All she wants to do right now is fuk his brains out right there on the floor, in the chair, on the workbench, in the ring….anywhere. As inventive as they have been during the later stages of her pregnancy she’s itching for the full deal. She leans up and gives him a passionate kiss, then rubs her hand across his face stubble.
(Wisdom): Alright, alright…get back to work mister.
Butch gives her a little pat on the ass and a wink before he returns to scouting out Chuckles. Wisdom heads back upstairs and decides to make a salad for lunch, and Cobb sounds absolutely delightful to her. She flips on the flat screen in the kitchen and gets in the fridge to start pulling out the ingredients. ESPN is on which as she has learned in her years living with Butch, that this is a subtle hint that Soccer or “Football” (as he has corrected her) is going to be on and he would like her to record it for him.
She smiles and finds that Manchester United is facing West Ham United in a few days, and notices that he will just be leaving for Istanbul. She sets the DVR, then changes over to the HWA station where they are reporting on the world tour and discussing Turkey….their next stop that is just days away. They do a quick rundown of the card and then a Havoc replay continues playing. She peeks around the corner and listens for Butch who is now back in his wrestling zone then she slips into the living room for her laptop and logs in to broadcast a quick video message.
(Wisdom): Chuckles, we haven’t met…I’m Wisdom Parker, Butch’s wife. I’m familiar with your career just as you no doubt are familiar with mine. My husband is a man of few concise words, and he does most of his talking in the ring, and certainly doesn’t need my two cents injected into your discussion. However, I’m not going to give you two cents….I’m going to give you priceless information about Butch that not even Senester himself knows.
Now I know you have plans of making him do everything from bleed to beg, and that you plan on some all out hardcore whoopla whatever attack, but I just wanted to tell you. Don’t even waste your fuking time. By the time you get ready to go digging around for your little weapons, he’ll have already peeled that ridiculous paint off your face, wiped the dumb ass grin from your mouth, and have you twisted in some submission hold like a balloon animal which you being a clown are no doubt familiar with.
Wisdom slices down into a tomato that given the conversation reminds her of a clowns nose.
(Wisdom): The Priceless information that I have for you is, Butch Parker is the baddest motherfuker in the wrestling business, and there is nothing you can do to him that he can’t do to you harder, stronger, faster, or simply better. People like you and Senester have been drinking your own party punch a bit too long, and ignore the facts right in front of you.
I don’t care how you take this, if you think I’m being a disrespectful bytch…fine. If you think I’m just being a doting wife….fine. If you think I’m just some chick who misses a little of that spotlight herself….fine. I don’t care. Don’t pretend to mildly respect Butch and the next words out of your ugly mug are about using him to get ratings for your crap-ass reality tv show. You are going in there with a champion, and you may have had your own accolades to boast about, but honey…you haven’t done anything until you’ve done it in the big leagues, until you’ve done it in HWA, so don’t compare yourself to Butch as some form of equals, because you’re not. You can talk about how you’re this, and how you’re that, and all the things you think you are in your own little psycho world, but when it’s all said and done the only thing you’ll be is humbled.
The bacon has finished sizzling on the stove and she removes it, and crumples it in a paper towel onto her salad as the finishing touch along with a little balsamic vinaigrette. Just then a car dealership commercial comes on the television. The voice is talking about “bring the family” etc., etc. and in the background we see the car lot with a clown giving kids balloons. Wisdom takes a hard bite of her salad with a frown.
(Wisdom): I hate clowns!
The scene fades to black.
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