Evina had been fed, and put to bed, and there was little doubt about what she wanted. Butch was sitting up in bed, channel surfing when she came out of the bathroom. She was never one for the so-called sexy lingerie, it gave her no pleasure to wear it and she so no point in having something on that would be coming off in seconds anyway. It was all highly overrated to her. She stood in the doorway with her natural beauty, the curves in her body silky, and sleek. It would be hard for anyone to believe that just months ago she had given birth. Butch looked at her with an ever-loving gaze, flipped off the tv with a smile and tossed the remote aside.
He leaned back on the pillows as she crawled on top of the bed, her hands on his legs chasing the muscles from calf to thigh before she buried her head in his crotch. The flavor of his skin was delectable. She quickly worked her way to the space between his inner thigh and balls that drove him wild when she licked it. Her hot breath, wet breath bringing rise to the silky think strands of his hair down there. It was a tease. It was torturous, and he loved it. She worked from side to side, nibbling here and there, giving a gentle yet firm tug on his scrotum with her teeth.
This was one of her favorite parts. Working him over as shaft grew thicker, making sure to hardly touch it until she thought he couldn’t take anymore. Intermittently he would pull her up into deep passionate kisses, before she pulled away to have her way with him. She licked the pre-cum off the top of his dick before she took him in her mouth taking deep rhythmic gulps. Minutes had passed and hearing his moans excited her, she grew hungrier for him inside. She straddled him, swerving her hips in erotic beauty, the faint noises of her moist flesh excited her, and Butch would grab her around the waist and lift her up off him just a few inches to see for himself almost in disbelief of how wonderful she felt.
He flipper her over and the light cast shadows onto the muscles in his body. He loved the bounce in her tits as he plunged inside her. It drove him harder, faster, deeper, and he flipped her from side to side, tossing her legs to the side, up in the air, over his shoulders, in configuration after configuration they assembled their bodies together. He pulled her up from the bed and she dug her nails into his back as she bit as his earlobe. He slammed her hard into the wall, she moaned out loud and held on as they became a tornado around the bedroom, finally returning to the bed. He threw her back and grabbed her tits sinking his head between her legs. Her toes curled so hard she thought she’d break them as his tongue danced inside her.
This pattern repeated itself, and time slipped away into the night. He was taking her from behind, his grip tightened, she could sense his body tensing for its ultimate release and she pulled away, turning around and ramming him down her throat. She shoved his hips forward as he grabbed her hair hard and speedily she drove her mouth the full length of him back and forth. Her hands on his ass, she could feel them tighten and as he started to pull back she forced him forward to release in her mouth. She swallowed and kept sucking, his body quivered and he pulled away. Flipped her back onto the bed and entered her once more…it was her turn. His stamina was amazing, and for next few minutes he worked her to ultimate satisfaction. She screamed out loud, as her body tensed and twisted as wave after wave of orgasm flashed through her body. She pulled him close, both breathing heavily, their hot, wet bodies clinging together as he cradled her in his arms. There they lay together, and fell asleep.
She snapped out of her reminiscing a unbelievable night. Still seated on the bed she looked back at Butch still asleep, and she felt greedy. She wanted to do it all over again, right then and there. She looked around the room and the carnage they had made and laughed quickly covering her mouth as not to wake him. The wall cracked, and dented in, pictures lying on the floor shaken loose from their nails, pillows everywhere, a broken lamp, a turned over chair, a bookcase half tilted over spilling books onto the floor, and it was all worth it. She stood up and was delightfully sore. She headed to the restroom to start her day and some minutes later the house had the hustle and bustle of a bright new morning. Wisdom is in the kitchen between Belgian waffles and making her orange spice / maple syrup. She looks at the caller ID and see’s her friend Pam’s name come up, quickly pops her Bluetooth on so she can continue her breakfast prep, then picks up the call.
(Wisdom): Bytch where you been? I called your ass a week ago.
(Pam): Oh baby-cakes you don’t even want to know. Jeremy won these tickets on some radio station for one of those 4-day cruise things to Mexico. Girl, I don’t even know where to begin…these fukers lost my damn luggage, you should have seen that cheap-ass cabin with a window so small it looked more like a damn peep-hole. Food was so sub-par it’s not even funny, and you know how I get down with my Mexican food.
Wisdom continues to chat with her friend about her horrid vacation experience for the next few minutes.
(Pam): Anyway…you know he’s in the dog house after that.
(Wisdom): Oh I know he is.
(Pam): Damn radio tickets….anyway…that’s part of the reason I called you anyway. What the hell is this big news buzz about you being a racist girl?
(Wisdom): What? Girl don’t play with me…it’s too early in the morning. What the hell are you talking about?
(Pam): Bytch they have your face all over TMZ, all over the news. That Japanese guy in HWA…
(Wisdom): Who? Michael James?
(Pam): Whatever his name is…he just put you on blast girl. Called you a racist, and…
(Wisdom): Oh hell no Pam. What?
(Pam): Girl…he was all over the radio talking about prostitute this, and disease that, and how you want to suck his dick, and bestiality…this fool was just going off.
(Wisdom): ………………………………………………………….
(Pam): You there?
Wisdom has ditched breakfast and has grabbed her iPad to look up news on the web and sure enough her face is plastered all over the internet. Headlines reading “The Bytch Is Back”…… “HWA’s Racist Diva”… “Asian American’s Call for HWA boycott.” The pit of her stomach feels like the inside of a volcano waiting to erupt, she is almost literally steaming mad.
(Wisdom): Pam…I’m gonna have to call you back.
(Pam): Alright sweet-cheeks…go handle your business….luv ya.
Wisdom hangs up without further response. She browses through the headlines until she finds a link to the original radio stations broadcast. A few minutes later she is done listening and is truly reaching her boiling point. How dare he? Michael James has talked his shit for a while, but this was a horrible attack. Who the fuk is he to go launching some ridiculously personal assault on her like this? Who were these Eddie and Boomer assholes who gladly publicized this absurd rant? Suddenly everything started hitting home, the phone rang and the caller ID read “Los Angeles Times”…after that it just wouldn’t stop ringing every few moments. Apparently the news had gone viral and totally global by now and the media whirlwind was just getting started. The door rang and somewhere in-between not expecting anyone and knowing that no one had direct access to the house she answered the door. Unfortunately for her it was the media….somehow having cleared security to the gated community and having now parked themselves at the Parker estate in droves.
(Reporter): Wisdom…how many HWA superstars have you slept with?
(Reporter): Can you give us an update on your medical condition, what kind of disease is it that you have? Is that why you stopped wrestling?
(Reporter): Mrs. Parker…can you tell us where this animosity towards Japanese people has come from?
Wisdom is immediately caught off guard and slams the door shut. They continue to knock, ring the doorbell, peep in windows trying to get photos. Butch arrives from the bedroom, topless and barefoot wearing training pants, rubbing his eyes from a deep sleep. In the background you can hear Evina crying.
(Butch): Babe, what the hell is going on?
In her frustration she half snaps at him, and half rambles. Her brain is just overwhelmed at the moment. The phone is ringing, the baby is crying, they door is knocking, the door bell is blaring, she can still hear cameras clicking outside and reporters shouting out.
(Wisdom): Michael Fuking James…that’s what’s going on. Diseases and comparing me to a goddamn animal I’m not a fuking racist Butch, and I wouldn’t touch his dick if he were the last man in existence….and there is nothing wrong my eyes thank you very much.
Butch comes over to her, his brow now folded up with concern and confusion on his face. He’s not sure yet what is going on, but all the noises around him he can definitely know something is not right, and its one hell of a way to wake up.
(Butch): Babe…calm down. What is it? Just tell me…what about James?
(Wisdom): That fuker went on some radio station and called me all kinds of shit Bucth. The damn interview is all over the news. My face is all over the news, people calling me a racist and a bigot and the goddamn reporters outside.
(Butch): Whoa…hold on babe…alright….alright…just settle down.
Butch pulls his frustrated wife in close and she buries her head in his chest. The very smell of his body is like a calming lavender bath and she soaks it all in. He brushes her hair and kisses her on the forehead.
(Butch): Stay here and “Don’t do anything” …I’ll deal with this.
Butch heads straight to the door to face the madness on his front steps. Immediately the cameras start going off, and the questions blindside him from one side to the other.
(Reporter): Butch, when was the last time you were tested for an STD?
(Reporter): How long have you been aware of your wife’s infidelities?
(Reporter): Butch, is your wife seeking treatment for her social behavior?
(Reporter): Is there any truth to the rumor that you are not the father of your daughter?
Suddenly and most assuredly he becomes aware of the extent of Wisdom’s frustration.
(Butch): Look, it’s obviously a busy morning, but right now my wife and I need our privacy. When we’re ready to make a statement I’m sure you’ll be the first to know, but right now you all need to get the hell off our property, you can take that however you want, but you've got 30 seconds to do it.
In the background you hear police sirens as a about 4 patrol cars pull in. Obviously one of the neighbors has called in a complaint and the quick response couldn’t come at a better time. Butch simply heads back in and closes the front door. Outside the police get the media under control and on their way, threatening arrests for invading private property. Inside Butch heads over and grabs the iPad off the kitchen counter. He looks at the radio interview Wisdom had pulled up and sees some of the same news headlines she had just read. Wisdom meanwhile has retreated into the nursery and his feeding Evina a bottle. She looks up at Butch as he steps into the room minutes later. He doesn’t say anything, but she can tell his frustration has now escalated to rival if not exceed her own. He disappears into the bedroom and she soon follows. As she enters the room, she can see him tossing some clothes her and there.
(Wisdom): What are you doing?
(Butch): Getting dressed.
(Wisdom): For what?
(Butch): I’ll be back in a few hours.
(Wisdom): Then I’m coming with you.
(Butch): No. I don’t want you out there with Evina and the damn media in your face again.
(Wisdom): I’m not gonna sit in here all fuking day and take his shit lying down. I’ve got to do something. Let’s go kick his fuking ass.
(Butch): I’m handling it. Just call Emily and have her set something up through proper media channels for you to get your side of things out.
(Wisdom): She’s already called ten times; her agent skills are really about to be put to the test.
Butch seems severely focused, he disappears into the bathroom for a few minutes before he emerges showered and fully dressed. He’s putting on his watch, grabbing his wallet from the nightstand and keys and realizes that Wisdom is still there waiting for him, but he doesn’t say anything.
(Wisdom): Babe…where are you going?
(Butch): I told you…I’m handling it. I’ll be back tonight.
(Wisdom): Tonight?
He walks over and kisses her, and rubs her cheek with his thumb looking deep into her eyes with his mesmerizing emeralds.
(Butch): Trust me!
Butch heads out the bedroom and the roar of his car is heard soon after as he peels out of the garage. She felt guilty. It had been such an amazing week since Havoc. Butch had relaxed and recovered from his match with Senester. Last night’s fuking legendary sex. Everything had come together so nicely. Now this morning all hell breaks loose and Butch was off God knows where for God knows what. He didn’t tell her for a reason, probably because her presence would have been a distraction she thought. Was he going to find Michael James? Was the next news report going to be about Butch Parker decapitating his coworker? She checked on Evina who was now fast asleep following her feeding, and she grabs her phone to return their agents call. She had already setup a press statement, and scheduled an interview for noon that would broadcast world-wild by that evening. She assured Wisdom that everything would be fine.
Hours had passed and She hadn’t heard from Butch yet. It was nearly noon and a small camera crew from CNN had arrived and was setting up for an exclusive interview. About 30-minutes later they were all gathered outside on the deck, her and Butch’s agent Emily had arrived and suggest the outdoor setting for the tranquil and welcoming background of the sand and the sea and the interview was underway. Emily had given her some pointers for the interview
(CNN): Mrs. Parker it’s been quite the day in the news for you.
(Wisdom): I’ve certainly had better ones….yes.
She manages a nervous smile and laugh.
(CNN): There’s a number of rather vicious allegations from Michael James, one of your husband Butch Parker’s so-called rivals in the wrestling world. Now for anyone who watches wrestling we know things are often said for a bit of shock factor or what have you. Is there any truth to the comments he made on the Eddie and Boomer radio show?
(Wisdom): To be honest I’m going to have to say yes and no. I admit I said some things pertaining to his ethnicity that I understand came across as harsh, and I am sorry for that. To the Japanese people, to the Asian American community, to my fans I certainly do apologize. As you said…sometimes in the wrestling business things are said to get under people’s skin, and in my frustration I chose my words poorly. I certainly never meant to offend anyone but Michael James.
(CNN): Throughout social media today there’s been a backlash on both sides. A great number of fans have commented that Michael James over the last few weeks has really initiated this personal assault on you, and that your response regardless of what was said, was warranted.
(Wisdom): I appreciate their support, and yes Michael James has been on the verbal attack since he arrived in HWA, but again…I made a few comments that I shouldn’t have. It is frustrating, and everybody knows I’m not one to hold back so I’ve had quite the exchange the last few weeks with him, but this new rant of his was taken to another level. Michael James went from direct one-on-one contact over HWA channels to going to the media and throwing out disgustingly vulgar and untrue rumors. First and foremost, I am in no way a racist or a bigot, I’ve apologized for what I did say and that is where I am going to leave that. As far as his comments that were sexual in nature and the absurd allegations he’s made every single bit of it is untrue, he’s a liar. He’s nothing more than the new kid on the block, worming his way into the spotlight of this industry by spitting on the Parker name.
(CNN): So there is entirely no truth to any claims that you have any attractions , or sexual interest in Michael James?
(Wisdom): Absolutely not. It’s outlandish slander. I am a “very” happily married woman and there isn’t another man alive who can rival my husband in any way, shape, or form. Like I said, Michael James is being as obnoxious as he can, fishing around with words for Butch to bite at so he can weasel into the headlines and spotlight.
(CNN): There are a lot of people out there who are going to see this interview, and say that you said all the right things to dim the negative light that has been cast on you. The apologies are nice, but there are some out there who just won’t buy it. What do you say to them.
(Wisdom): To be honest I say “So what!” I apologized for what I said that came across as “racist or bigoted” and that’s that. I’m not going to sit here and beg anybody. I’m human just like everybody else, and they are fooling themselves if they think they haven’t done something similar at one time or so in their own lives. Look, there is always going to be a handful or more people out there who jump on the negative bandwagon. If they want to ride in the wrong direction then let them.
(CNN): I’d like to thank you for your time Wisdom, I understand that as a celebrity your life is often in the spotlight and every day trivialities to the average Joe easily become much larger obstacles. I’m glad you had the opportunity to respond and tell your side of the story with is. Is there anything else you’d like to add.
(Wisdom): Thank you, and yes I would. My last comment is really directed at the media, yourself excluded. Just as bad and as vulgar as Michael James’ comments are the questions the media perpetuates. Not only did they trespass on private property this morning, there were a good dozen media outlets on our front door with some of the most hurtful, and absurd questions you could imagine. They took what Michael James said, and turned into their own speculative storm…so they are just as to blame as he is.
For anyone, and I mean anyone to dare suggest that Butch’s daughter is not his is ludacris. To have the audacity to feed into Michael James outlandish remarks about my sexual behavior and our medical conditions is just as bad as him originally saying it. Don’t ever show up on our doorstep uninvited again with the disrespect that was displayed this morning, or you will be treated as a trespasser. I don’t care how that comes across because when it comes to my husband and our daughter I am not going to tolerate it.
(CNN): Wisdom Parker, it has been a pleasure. Thank you so much for your time, for allowing us in your home and for your perspective on today’s events. Thank you!
(Wisdom): Thank You!
Within the next half hour the crew has packed up and is gone. Emily has left but the day has taken its toll on Wisdom. She’s far more frustrated than she led on in her interview, she’s worried about where Butch went off to, and for some reason she listens to Michael James’ interview again hoping that she might dismiss it as childish and desperate banter, but that feeling never surfaces in her. She gets angrier. She goes to her phone and dials a number, waiting for the ring.
(Wisdom): Yes, this is Wisdom Parker…I’d like to speak with Elizabeth Shevington……………….no that’s fine, I’ll leave a message.
Wisdom waits to be transferred to Mrs. Shevington’s voicemail, and the scene fades out.
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