In the ring James grabs Styles and hoists him up on his shoulders, and takes him for a spin in the "Final Conviction" (Airplane Spin into an Implant DDT), but before he gets to the DDT Wisdom reaches in the ring when he’s near the ropes and trips James. Styles lands on top of him and takes advantage. He grabs James up and levels him with a European UpperCut, flips him up onto his back and delivers with the "The Sting" (Sty Hart Special). Styles goes for a count and the ref gets in position. The moment she hits the mat Wisdom gets in position herself and grabs both his feet, and hangs down with her weight as the ref counts 1……………………… 2………………..3. The bell sounds and the arena goes nuts.
(Announcer): The winner of this bout and the new HWA All Star Champion….Freddie Styles.
Freddie is handed the title and he’s excited sharing the moment with the fans. Wisdom backs away from the ring with a smile and James sits up on the mat furious. He watches as Wisdom backwalks up the ramp waving her little American flag, until she’s grabbed from behind. She gets ready to fight until she realizes it’s the local police arresting her. She gets handcuffed and James cracks a smile before grabbing a mic.
Never before scene footage from backstage is shown from Wisdom just being taken off in handcuffs. Police escort her through the backstage area towards the garage where squad cars are waiting. She's more than pissed off with the situation, twisting and turning as they keep a good grip on her.
(Wisdom): Get your fuking hands off me.
Mrs. Shevington walks in from the side with papers in her hand.
(Mrs. Shevington): Mrs. Parker let’s be clear here…I’ve extended you backstage access due to your alumni status and that your husband is an active talent and World Champion to say the least, but not only have you stepped outside those boundaries but you’ve knowingly done so while under a court order restricting you from contact with Michael James.
(Wisdom): You think I give a damn about a piece of paper after what he’s done to us. Fuk him and fuk his restraining order.
(Mrs. Shevington): Mrs. Parker my hands are tied here.
Police begin to escort Wisdom out of the arena. Fans outside boo as she’s placed in the police car and taken off to the local police station. Back in the arena, having heard of her arrest Butch had phoned their attorney who got to work making arrangements for her release that would comes a several hours later.
Days have passed now and back home Wisdom is upstairs sitting with Evina on the bedroom balcony overlooking the gorgeous ocean. Butch is a few floors below exercising and the maid has just finished for the day and is pulling out of the driveway. She reflects on Havoc with mixed emotions, looking at her wrist where a mild bruise remains from the handcuffs. She picks up the phone and dials a number she’s been rather apprehensive about calling. The phone rings, but it goes straight to voicemail.
(Wisdom): Hi Freddie it’s Wisdom…I’ve been trying to think the last few days what I could possibly say to you in apology, but the fact of the matter is there’s nothing I can say to change anything. I intervened in your match, and my plan to screw Michael James ultimately backfired. I hadn’t calculated that that son-of-a-b###h would pull the Instant Replay rule out of his ass. He can say whatever the hell he wants but everybody knows you didn’t cheat. Now you’re in the tag match at Havoc that you probably don’t want to be in. For what it’s worth…I’m sorry I cost you the match at Havoc, and I’m sorry you’ve been pulled into this mess between us. I guess that’s all I wanted to say….bye.
Wisdom hangs up and looks down at Evina, she’s the most beautiful thing in the world. She yawns, momentarily opening her eyes that match her daddy’s gorgeous green. She starts to wake and smiles as she stares are her mommy.
(Wisdom): What the hell am I doing huh sweetie? Why can’t your mommy keep her mouth shut, resolve herself to retirement and let daddy take care of the wrestling business? That’s right…your big, strong daddy. Michael James is why. That self righteous son-of-a-B-word just rubs mommy the wrong way. He’s a nobody. He’s a poopie in your little diaper. Some bum off the indy circuit with a mouth big enough to get a little attention. Mommy just can’t help herself, no she can’t….no she can’t cutie putie! Mommy wants to break his face in…yes she does. If he thinks a restraining order is going to stop me he’s got another thing coming.
Several minutes pass and Wisdom has laid Evina back down to continue her nap and makes her way downstairs. She walks in just as Butch is delivering a message of his own to Michael James. Laying into that smug fuk with the truth.
(Wisdom): God he turns me on when he gets like this.
Butch sits on the couch and turns on their television to watch some review tapes and she comes up behind him sitting on top of the couch putting her legs over his shoulders. He smiles grabbing her legs and leans his head into her thigh as she plays with his hair.
(Wisdom): You know…before this whole Best of 3 series gets underway and you come home with bumps and bruises and want to go sit your sexy self in an ice bath…I was thinking
Butch turns his head upward with a smile on his face…
(Butch): You were thinking what?
She folds her legs around his chest and leans over where she’s face to face with him as he looks up at her.
(Wisdom): I was thinking that we might have a few championship matches of our own.
(Butch): Oh yeah…like what?
(Wisdom): You know…a Pinfalls count anywhere match….a 2 out of 3 pinfalls match. I still want my rematch from our I Quite match.
(Butch): Oh do you? You know what kind of champion I am. I won’t show you any mercy.
(Wisdom): You better not!
Butch grabs her off the top of the sofa and pulls her down into his lap where they begin to kiss as the scene fades to black.
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