11:06a.m.
St. Vincent’s Hospital
Billings, Montana
It was just past an hour after Havoc went off the air, and having finally settled in for what was going to be an overnight stay, Wisdom sits up in her hospital bed. Her body is ravaged by pain from head to toe, and her face to say the least feels like it was smashed in with a sledgehammer. What happened tonight? How did her planned tribute to Butch turn into a brutal confrontation with Michael James? Tears stream her face from an assortment of emotions. She shifts her legs to the side of the bed and stands slowly, slightly dizzy from the pain medication she’s been given. Against her resting orders she leaves her room and makes her way down two floors, where she knows Sean’s room is. What the hell was he doing at Havoc? In his condition, why in the world would he ever risk permanent injury by getting in a wrestling ring again, least of all to face Michael James? She already knew the answer, but she feels responsible nonetheless. She finally reaches his room and finds him sound asleep, she doesn’t want to wake him so she simply takes a seat next to his bed, patting him on the hand. He looked well, and when asked about his condition earlier the doctors had informed her he was “lucky” and other than a few moderate concerns…he would be just fine.
She had never forgotten his last match in HWA, when AC James took advantage of his inexperience and left him temporarily crippled, but seemed to have permanently put an end to his wrestling endeavors. He had sustained injuries where the risk of competition was too great, and could likely result in more permanent handicaps. Butch’s nephew was a Parker through and through, and she knew how much he idolized his uncle. It was a devastating blow when he was told he couldn’t wrestle anymore, but like Butch, his fighting spirit got the better of him tonight. She smiled then because she felt pride for what he had done. He’d come all the way from Scotland, and got a ticket to Havoc at his own expense. Then waited in the audience for the opportune moment. There are men and women in the business today who don’t have as much guts. Now that she’s seen him for herself she gets up and heads back to her room. A few minutes pass before she is back upstairs and as she enters her room she goes into the bathroom to pee. She opens the door and gasps out loud. Tears swell in her eyes as she catches the first glimpse of herself in the mirror. She knew the extent of her injuries but she had no idea she looked the way she did. Her left cheekbone was fractured and heavily bruised. Her left eye was also swollen, but perhaps the most unsightly feature was her missing teeth. Two missing front teeth and a third badly chipped made her look like a street beggar. Her hand quivered as she lifted it to her face. She had to touch it herself because the image simply didn’t seem to be real.
(Wisdom): You son-of-a-bytch! Motherfuker…
She screams out loud slamming her fist into the mirror shattering it. There’s a few cuts on her hand but all she feels right now is rage. Michael James…his name made her blood boil, and turned her stomach like roaring sea. Michael James who had taunted and teased, poked and prodded her family for months, and somehow managed to stay ahead of them at every turn. She hated him. There had been many men and women in her career that she truly hated, but Michael James had past them all to come in 2nd. Nurses rush into the room after hearing the noise inside and Wisdom explains that she’s alright. The nurse looks at her cautiously, afraid of quite frankly of being attacked. Recognizing the woman’s apparent fright Wisdom comes out of the bathroom and sits on the bed. If she looked like this now, imagine what she would look like tomorrow when the bruises turn color. She squints as she lifts her legs back on the bed. She had suffered broken ribs and her torso was heavily taped. There was some strain in her neck muscles neck from the Koji Clutch she couldn’t escape and few other minor ailments. She looked over at the nightstand at her phone and checked the time. She was expecting Butch to call or knew that she certainly needed to call him. She was dreading it. He didn’t know she was going to Havoc, or anything about the special video tribute she arranged, and he certainly didn’t know about Sean’s brave venture. What was she going to say to him? What was he going to say to her? She had no answer to these questions, but she knew exactly what she wanted to say to someone else.
She grabs her phone again and logs into the employee side of the HWA website, where she still has access as an alum. She goes to the video upload link and selects it. Moments later he face is on her phone in record mode.
(Wisdom): Greetings HWA. No need to adjust your screens…I may look like something off of the Walking Dead, but it is me…Wisdom Parker. Tonight needless to say, did not turn out as I had planned. I wanted nothing more than to come and show a video of this industries greatest performer, my husband, Butch Parker. Only…Michael James ruined that moment. I would have ignored him, but little did I know that Butch’s nephew Sean was in attendance and there was no way I was going to leave him out there alone.
I may be “just a woman” to some people out there, and even less to someone like Michael James, but I’m a former Women’s Champion, former Tag Team Champion, and I’ve given the men in this business a run for their money for other single championships as well. I am afraid of nobody, and tonight my choice was very clear. I called you out Michael James, and to be honest… I’m so glad you accepted. I may look like road kill right now, but you now know first-hand that I will never back down from you. I’ve faced better, bigger men than you and won, and right now I just don’t care anymore. I’m sick and tired of your mouth and the shit that comes out of it. I’m not going to speak for my husband, Butch can defend himself and he certainly doesn’t need me to do it. I’m telling you this from me, from Wisdom Parker…I am going to kick your fuking ass if it’s the last thing on this earth I do. You underestimated me tonight, I saw it in your eyes…and the next time I’m able to get my hands on you…the outcome is going to be reversed.
She ends the video message and posts it to the site. Now came the task she had been dreading. She needed to talk to Butch, and she needed to do it now while her emotions were high. She dials his number, takes a deep breath, and waits as the phone rings as the scene fades to black.
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