(Butch): ….Not in the least bit surprised by what Senester did. You telling me that you are?
(Wisdom): No, nothing that man does surprises me but when it comes to a mother’s goddamn f***ing child, that changes things! Can you imagine if it was our daughter?
(Butch): I try not to. Look, the important thing is I’m fine, that baby is fine and our baby is fine. Speaking of which, how is my little lady?
(Wisdom): Let her show you herself.
Wisdom disappears off-camera for a second and on her return, the scrunched up, tired face of their daughter fills the screen causing Butch’s eyes to widen and a massive smile paints itself across his face. His voice tone immediately changes and he changes the way he speaks to talk to his daughter.
(Butch): Hello darling! Look at you all big and gorgeous! Did mummy wake you up?
(Wisdom): Nah, she started to wake herself up and she needs to be fed as well.
(Butch): I only seen her two days ago and she looks like she’s grown a month’s worth!
(Wisdom): Wait a minute, I think we have a code brown situation here.
(Butch): Ohh, has you filled your nappy? Hmmm, you got a stinky bum for mummy?
(Wisdom): Oh yeah, definitely. I should probably change her before she starts screaming the place down. You’ll be home soon yeah?
(Butch): Yeah, my flight is at eleven-forty-five so I’ll be home in the early hours.
(Wisdom): Well, just to let you know, feel free to wake me up when you get home and I might have a little surprise waiting for you.
Wisdom adopts a mischievous smirk, raising her eyebrows up and down which draws an equally boyish grin from Butch.
(Butch): Roger that. I’ll see you in a few hours babe, don’t you worry.
Butch goes back to his daddy-talk and waves childishly to his daughter.
(Butch): Buh-bye sweetie-pie! Daddy will see you tomorrow! Daddy loves you loads and loads!
(Wisdom): Oh by the way, we've got some interviews with People and Men's Health tomorrow.
(Butch): No problem, we can fit it in. Love too babe.
(Wisdom): I love you too darling!
Wisdom lifts their daughter’s hand and pretends to wave it to the camera and blowing a kiss to the camera before the call ends and Butch is left staring at the screensaver on his phone. Butch stands up and is just about to get ready when there is a tentative knock on his locker room door which catches his attention. A moment later and the head of one of the backstage workers peers round.
(Worker): Excuse me, Mr Parker, I’m very sorry to trouble you but there are a couple of people who insist on speaking to you.
(Butch): It’s fine son, send them in.
The worker opens the door fully and the parents of the infant whom Senester threw at Butch, the baby lying sleeping in his mother’s arms. The man’s neck is swollen and bruised as a result of Senester’s attack. When he speaks, his voices sounds a little hoarse.
(Man): Mr Parker, thank you so much for agreeing to see us on such short notice. My wife and I would just like to offer our personal thanks for what you did earlier this evening; we’re in your debt. My name is David by the way, David Lawrence; this is my wife Kate and our son Oliver.
The man called David extends his hand towards Butch who shakes it warmly.
(Butch): The pleasure is all mine, Mr Lawrence. I’m just glad Oliver is okay. How is your neck?
The man instinctively reaches his hand up to his throat when Butch mentions it.
(David): I’ll live, a little swollen and bruised. The first aider said my voice should return to normal in a week or so.
(Butch): If you need to pay for any medical costs, let me know and I’ll be happy to cover it.
(David): Oh no, I couldn’t possibly ask you to do that, Mr Parker; you’ve done more than enough for my family today.
(Butch): I insist. You don't come to a HWA show to experience something like that. Please, I have a newborn daughter of my own and I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to her.
(David): Please, take this.
The man hands Butch a small card which he examines.
My card; I run a paint and tile store in the city. If you ever need your kitchen or bathroom redone, let me know, I'll take care of it for you. It's the least I can do.
(Butch): Thanks, I'll think of you whenever my wife and I think of redecorating. I really hate to be rude, but I have an eleven-forty-five nonstop to Santa Barbara and you have no idea how much I want to be on it.
(Kate): Oh, of course, absolutely. As my husband said, we just wanted the opportunity to thank you in person and let you know just how much we appreciate what you did; we'll never forget it.
(Butch): I'm just glad your son's safe and sound Mrs Lawrence and I appreciate the sentiment. It was very nice making your acquaintances.
(David): You too, Mr Parker and thanks again.
Butch inclines his head in a nod of acknowledgement and shakes David's hand once more before the couple take their leave of Butch's locker room.
As Butch readjusts to the empty locker room, he almost forgets about the camera crew. He turns to face the camera.
(Butch): As you'll have heard, I have a flight o catch, so I'll make this quick.
Senester, whilst I'm not surprised by the depths you'll sink to when you're at your lowest point or to avoid a confrontation you know to be beyond you, it still sickens me. You continue to interfere with my matches along with Michael James and for what purpose? You've already established I'm not getting another opportunity at the World Championship, you've brought me back to HWA, you've won your court case so what more do you expect to accomplish?
And Michael James, you're becoming more annoying than a boil on my arse that I just can't pop. You're a f***ing hypocrite who sees me as beneath you yet you persist on shoving your face in my business. One day James, you're going to prod your fingers in the lion's cage one too times before you get bitten and when you do, all the Japanese, cigar smoke and verbal bravado will do you no good. Even Senester himself knows of my strengths yet you continue to press my buttons and test my patience like a brash immature child. I dare you to do it one more time, Michael. I f***ing dare you.
Butch walks out of the camera's view point as the scene fades to black.
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