Hey Wis,
Congratulations to you and Butch on the birth of your daughter…I read the headlines in the paper last week, and not to be an ambulance chaser, but I wanted to follow-up with you on our discussion from late summer and see where your head is at with everything. Ronda’s eager to meet you and maybe set something up for year-end in Vegas. I’m looking forward to hearing from you. Things are really kicking off, and we’d love to get you on board.
Dana
Wisdom looks over at Butch who turns over in bed now facing her and mumbles half-sleep.
(Butch): You okay?
(Wisdom): We’re fine babe…go back to sleep.
She reaches over and plays with his hair a little. The suckling sounds at her breast have ceased, and a satisfied baby girl has her head leaned back simply smacking her little pink lips. Wisdom pulls her up and gently rubs her back. Over the next few minutes she’s back in her crib, and Wisdom has nestled back into Butch’s frame. He swings his arm over and they fast asleep.
It’s 7:15a.m. and Wisdom awakens alone. No baby, no hubby in the room. She gets up and can hear noise coming from downstairs and she grabs her robe, also smelling fresh coffee from the kitchen. She heads downstairs and finds Butch running on the treadmill at 100mph, a crib next to him with their daughter staring up at him, and the television on watching the replay of Motherwell vs. Inverness on the DVR from days ago.
(Butch): …..and one day you’re old man is gonna take you for your first pair of cleats….
(Wisdom): First pair of cleats eh?
Butch turns his head just slightly with a grin, but keeps his pace running…
(Butch): Morning beautiful…
Wisdom smacks him on his shapely, taut ass as she walks up.
(Wisdom): Grooming our girl for the sports world are we?
(Butch): I was just kidding around babe, you know she can play whatever she likes.
(Wisdom): Uh huh!
Butch has a guilty, boyish grin on his face, that Wisdom smiles at while raising an eyebrow.
(Wisdom): Well I’ll leave you to it, I’m gonna hit the shower and I’ll whip up some omelets for breakfast.
Butch huffing and puffing acknowledges with a wave, and Wisdom heads back upstairs. Dana’s e-mail still in her head. She heads back to the bedroom and grabs her laptop. She logs into her e-mail and replies.
Dana,
It’s great to hear from you. I’ve been keeping track of things in your neck of the woods the last few months so congratulations are in order for you as well. Revisiting our conversation…I have definitely been thinking about it, but I’m a bit on the fence. Let me talk to Butch and see what he thinks. I’ve trained with him a million times, but he has far more experience in MMA than I do. In the end, I know he’ll support whatever my decision is. I won’t hold you hostage too much longer, I’ll have a decision to you within the next week or two.
Best,
Wisdom
She takes a deep sigh and sends the e-mail. As much as her mind is on the future, a little of the past is still creeping behind her as she sees the HWA icon still flashing in the corner that she’s ignored the last week. She rolls her eyes and ignores it, untying her rope and getting ready to head into the bath, but it’s an itch she has to scratch and she succumbs giving it a review. She glances over the last week of comments and stops at Michael James’ which changes her mood completely and she is compelled to reply.
(Wisdom): Well look who stole the All Star Championship. I say steal, because you took advantage of a man who had already had just finished competing and hadn’t even gotten off the mat yet when you burglarize the ring and took title. You walk around like the fuking aficionado of the wrestling world with your goddamn critiques, and sanctimonious praises and you’re nobody. You’re a little worm, wriggling on a hook, hoping that a fish big enough will bite so the spotlight will finally be on you.
Senester won at the ppv for one reason and one reason only…he was desperate. He knew Butch was going to tear him two new assholes in their match and he’d lose his precious title. He fabricated the whole ordeal leaving Butch oblivious to me going into labor the whole day. There wouldn’t have even been a main event if he had known, he’d have been on the first plane out and to hell with it all.
You want to talk about promises?....you didn’t win your match. You got some kind of fluke draw, and out of uncertainty on how to handle the situation Shevington awarded you both. You never beat Stu-E Price, and you certainly didn’t humiliate him, as far as I could see he went toe-to-toe with you despite your boastings.
Don’t mistake Butch’s silence for anything else. There’s a reason he hasn’t responded to you, one you know all too well. You just aren’t worth his time. You’re an attention #####. You’re one of those annoying ghosts in a movie that ultimately everyone knows will just fade away when you stop paying attention to it. I thought Senester was a desperate man, but you just might have him beat. I’ve never seen anyone run his mouth, and go to the lengths you do in just trying to get noticed, just trying to get his name some credibility.
Let me tell you something Michael James. Butch has done more in this sport than you ever will. His name carries more weight around the world than yours will ever even register. His triumphs, his tragedies, his great matches are goddamn Smithsonian, they are studied and awed and copied, and your greatest claim to whatever bit of fame you get is just running your mouth enough to annoy someone into a match they wouldn’t otherwise even bother with.
Wisdom feels her anger boiling over and takes a deep breath trying to calm herself.
(Wisdom): They say old habits die, hard. You’re not the only with a mouth on you, but at least when I speak it’s not a load of bull shit. I’m a mother now, I have a family, I have a future to consider, and I damn sure have better things to worry about than you so I’m just going to have to take a page out of my husband’s playbook and simply ignore you. You aren’t worth the effort or time. Goodbye Mr. James.
Wisdom concludes her message and feels a bit of relief. That nagging voice in the back of her head begins to fade away. She gets off the bed, opens the double doors to the patio outside the bedroom and takes in the salty air, then heads back in for her shower as the scene fades to black.
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