At this precise moment, it's quite early in the morning, the sun just making its ascent from behind the horizon of the Pacific Ocean. Wisdom and Butch are lying in bed, the latter awake. Their naked bodies are still intertwined from yet another mind-blowing lovemaking session; the thin duvet covers just covering enough to give a little to the imagination. Butch lies there, awake, the streaks of Wisdom's golden locks strewn across his broad chest as she cuddles into his massive frame. The soft sounds of her breathing are soothing as he watches her head rise and fall slightly in time with his own breathing. After a long moment of contemplation, he gently eases out of the bed, careful so as not to wake up Wisdom. He makes sure she is fully covered with the duvet and gives her a loving kiss on the lips before pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a t-short from the night before. Exiting the bedroom, he immediately goes into his daughter's room to check in on Evina. He peers in over the bars of her crib to see her on her side, mouth open slightly so her pacifier is hanging out and her hands are wrapped a toy elephant that Butch bought her for Christmas. He leans over and plants a delicate kiss on Evina's forehead, gently parting her wavy baby hair out of her eyes.
He makes down the stairs and into the open-plan kitchen, turning on the TV which is automatically linked to flick between the HWA's official channel and Sky Sports News. Butch delves into the fridge and starts to make himself a protein shake when a commercial is shown on the TV about the first of the Best of 3 series.
Butch watches the advert with great interest. It shows clips of both him and Michael James competing in previous death matches earlier in their careers and the history of their rivalry, culminating in their next match at Fatality.
(Butch Parker): So, a new year is here. For some a new year is a new start; a chance to kick old habits and embrace new things. People are making resolutions they have no chance of keeping; others are making ones they're hellbent on seeing through.
Me? I have no interest in resolutions. A new year shouldn't just be an opportunity to start going to the gym, giving up smoking of to embrace the ideal of YOLO. If you want to do something, you go out and do it.
This year though, I admit, is quite special for me. In just 2 days, it'll have been 10 years since I first stepped through the ropes of an HWA ring and put a beating on Michael Dredge.
A lot has happened in 10 years. I've made my fair share of friends and enemies. Some of those enemies have became friends; the HWA Hall of Famers Buff Bridges and Michael Dredge for two. But after the events of Havoc, who knows what Michael Dredge is thinking. All I can say is that it's a decision he won't have made lightly and Michael if you're listening to this, I hope you know what you're doing , mate.
The last 10 years have also given me some of the most brutal matches and rivalries I've ever been involved in. From Michael Dredge and I's light tube and Sabre's Dance match, my Ambulance match with Hans von Richtoven to the Triple Cage that I had with Ronnie McNeil and Belial. But I know for a fact that none of these matches will compare to the brutality, the carnage and pain that will come in the form of the Tapei Deathmatch that Michael James and I will contest at Fatality.
Michael, it's no secret you and I have had our differences since you debuted in HWA. You think I'm a paper champion, undeserving of the World Championship and of the status I hold in this company and in the realm of professional wrestling itself. You also seem to have an usual attachment to my wife and try to disguise by making slanderous comments about her. Everyone man and their dog knows my opinion of you so I'm not going to waste anyone's time going into or flogging a dead horse more than is necessary.
All that aside, Michael, it's inevitable that during and after this match, neither of us will be the same; as cliché as it sounds. It's inevitable we will bleed, we will be in pain and we will probably almost kill each other. Speaks volumes though doesn't it, that you need to pick quite possibly one of the most barbaric match concepts in existence to try and get a clean win over me, Michael. And as much as you not have meant it, I'll take that as a compliment.
Now, we both know your unavoidable response will be to drone narcissistically on about how superior you are to me and how you plan to give me yet another humiliating defeat. You'll go on and on and on and on until no one will really bother hearing the last half of your promo. So whilst you go ahead and plan that, I'm going to start my training.
Butch finishes making his protein shake and makes his way down to his personal gym as the scene fades to black.
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