At his side is his beloved and loyal wife Wisdom. She cradles his hand in hers whilst running her free hand through Butch's normal chestnut brown hair but today it is dried with the blood of both him and Michael James.
Butch has been awake for some time, refusing any form of pain medication, claiming his pride and dignity had already been numbed, there was no way his senses would suffer the same fate. Wisdom knew Butch was hurting and he was struggling to conceal it. This pain wasn't physical though; Butch had endured just about every possible injury imagining. Butch had been defeated by Michael James and not for the first time. Only this time there was no underhanded tactics and only this time he had lost the World Championship and any shred of self-respect and dignity he had left. He knew that the next time he'd see and hear Michael James, he would be gloating, bragging and celebrating, telling the world what he already knew from the start - that he was better than Butch Parker and that he was nothing more than a fraud.
(Wisdom): Babe, you gave it everything you had. I know you're hurting but there's no way he can say he'll be the same after that match. You made me proud out there and you have nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, you still have two more matches in this best of three to prove you're better than that prick.
Butch sighs heavily through his nose, his stare empty.
(Butch): I lost...I lost fair and square and I have to acknowledge that. Michael James is better than me and I have to acknowledge that too. I'm not the wrestler I thought I was and I have to acknowledge that. There's a lot of things I have to acknowledge and a lot of things I have to think about after this.
(Wisdom): Now you listen to me Butch Parker, I don't want to hear another word like that. You're bound to feel a little low after what happened but I know damn well how good you are and you do too!
Butch doesn't respond. He just looks down at his lap, exhaling heavily again.
(Wisdom): I'll give you some time to think but remember what I said babe. I'll be in the canteen, buzz me if you need anything.
Wisdom leans over and kisses Butch on the forehead before turning and leaving his ward. After Wisdom leaves, Butch sighs again, tilting his head back against his pillow. He looks up at the ceiling, his emerald green stare completely empty of any feeling as the scene fades to black.
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