July 2005
Butch Parker seen is sitting in a dark and empty hotel, several hours after Forbidden has closed. He is sitting on the edge of the single bed in the one room, with his head hung low and his fists tightly clenched. Suddenly, the ringing of his cell phone snaps him to attention. Butch takes the vibrating phone out of his pocket and looks at the screen to see "Wisdom Cell". He sighs deeply and answers.
(Butch): What do you want?
(Wisdom): I want to talk to you, we need to talk.
(Butch): What do you want to say?
(Wisdom): I know you must hate me right now, but I never meant to hurt you like this Butch. I never intended for this to happen this way.
(Butch): What the fuk did you expect? Do you expect me to hug you and say "Oh no worries, everything's okay!"
(Wisdom): Of course not, I don't know what I expected...I didn't expect anything, you were never supposed to even know Butch. I thought it was for the best.
(Butch): You thought it was for the best for me to not to know about my own kid?
(Wisdom): I wasn't sure about us. You've been so consumed the last few months with work and your obsession with Hans that you push me aside. Do you think brining a baby into the mix would have made it any better? I mean for Christ sakes Butch, think about it.
(Butch): I deserved to fuking know! It's my fuking kid! I don't give a shit about anything else! You selfish, selfish bytch!
(Wisdom): That's the problem, you don't give a shyt about anything else. And you started to not give a shyt about me. You get so wrapped up in whatever your doing and it's all about you, you, you! You expect me to play little miss housewife and keep a smile on and make babies putting my career on the line while you get to do whatever you damn well please?
(Butch): All I asked for is a little fuking honesty!
(Wisdom): What difference would have made Butch...really? The problems where still there, why add to them?
(Butch): We could have discussed it properly like adults, it would have taken ultimate priority and we could have made a sensible arrangement as a fuking couple!
(Wisdom): I couldn't discuss anything with you in any capacity. A few weeks ago in the gym you were working out and I'm calling your name a million times and have to shake you before you snap out of your god damn zone before you even know I'm there.
(Butch): Don't you fuking turn this around on me!
(Wisdom): Oh, so it's all my fault then, let's blame Wisdom for every dmn thing wrong in this relationship.
(Butch): You're the one that aborted OUR child behind MY back!
(Wisdom): Don't be so sure of yourself Butch, you were hardly there during conception anyway. You eat, sleep and breathe this industry, you probably thought you were rubbing your dick up against the World Title instead of me.
(Butch): Fuk you! Come near me again, and there'll be a Rampant Lion with your name on it!
(Wisdom): I love you Butch, but I love myself more. I did what I had to do to protect me, and if you don't see that then I'm sorry. It wasn't easy for me, don't think for a moment that it was.
(Butch): Fuk you. Fuk you all the way to hell!
And with that, Butch throws his cell phone across the room, shattering it into hundreds of pieces as it smashes against a wall, and the scene fades.
Wisdom remembers the pain that went on for months between them after that. During that time Butch didn’t know the truth, and she had no intentions of telling him, but all that change…
February 2006
The scene unfolds in the home of "The One Man Tartan Army" Butch Parker. It is around mid-afternoon in the town of Dunfermline, in the east coast of Scotland. Butch is sitting in his lounge, in a recliner chair watching the Dark Messenger on HWA TV. In his right hand is a chilled aluminum can of Irn-Bru which he takes a drink from every minute or so. As he hears Dark Messenger cursing his name, Butch just stares at the television with a dead-cold look in his emerald green eyes and he exhales loudly through his nose. Suddenly, Butch's phone begins to ring, snapping him back to reality. He ascends from his chair and picks up the receiver.
(Butch): Hello?
(Raspy voice): Hello, Mr. Parker, I thought I would let you in on some information...
Butch doesn't even have to ask who the caller is; he knows the voice all too well.
(Butch): I'm listening….talk...
(Dark Messenger): The kid Wisdom was carrying the one that you thought was yours..... Well it wasn’t yours.... It in fact was mine.... Hahahahaha.... Just so you know it was me who fuked her brains out it was me who broke you two up. What do you have to say about that.?
Butch closes his eyes tight as Dredge reveals the information to him. He feels the anger building up inside of him, like a raging inferno out of control.
(Butch): And what makes you think that? And why do you wish to tell me now? Hmmm? To get under my skin? To weaken me up for Senester?
(Dark Messenger): Oh no Mr. Parker only to finally release the truth your beloved Wisdom has held from you... Just think if she hadn’t aborted killing my child. You would be taken care of my child thinking it was yours. I wouldn’t have to pay a dime and got a free fuk from her. See this has been a long time in the making Mr. Parker... God and I have had masterful workings and finally it all has paid off. I have been pumping up on steroids so I can equal you in your legendary strength when out time comes to meet in the ring. Soon your career will be mine. Your life. Everything you hold dear and it all started with Wisdom.
(Butch): You really think Wisdom would have ever touched you? She knows how fuked up you are, but if she did then she's even lower than I thought she was. And as far as you and I goes, ha, I knew you don't have what it takes to match my strength. You have to use drugs to help, are you afraid of a little iron? Who cares, you're right, you and I will meet in the ring again someday, and I promise you this…I will make you suffer as you have made me suffer in the past.
(Dark Messenger): I have the proof that Wisdom and I have had sex I recorded it and even went through the trouble of making an extra copy.... And on this tape it reveals who I am..... But here’s the catch Mr. Parker.... This tape wont be given to you without a price... It’s a big price a matter of fact... In order to get this tape from me Parker well let’s say you will get your chance come our first match... The tape will be suspended high in the air and you will have to fight me for it in a ladder match. Why wont I reveal it to you now you are thinking? Because I want to make you suffer. To wait even more. Y ou will be shocked the many different positions I fuked her and then after that good night fuk she told me that she loved me. But she didn’t know who she loved more the good guy or the bad guy. See the fact of the matter is Mr. Parker... Wisdom loved me because I’m sick that’s what she loved about me more than anything. And that good night fuk she got to see just how sick I truly am. I fuked her in every hole. And you know what’s funny Parker? Is she loved every moment of it. Every single fuking moment. She said it was the best sex she ever had.
Butch is now finding hard to control his anger now and the blood is rushing through his veins at high speed. He paces back and forth around his lounge.
(Butch): I don't give a shit how many positions you fuked her in, Messenger, and believe me when I say you're ass is going to be hurting like a motherfuker after I kick it from one side of the ring to other when I'm finished with you. You can try and make suffer all you want, Messenger, make me wait, but when I'm done making a mockery of your precious God, we'll see what kind of man you are, with your beloved deity lying in a pool of his blood and you with no one to kneel to anymore. I promise you, Messenger, I will decimate your pathetic carcass until you'll be begging to end your miserable life.
(Dark Messenger): Ohh but Mr. Parker I’m not done..... The next day she called me when you were off training and she asked me did I love her as much as she loved me... I told that bytch “hell no” I only used her to get what I wanted and that was deeper in your mind once the cat finally flopped the fuk out of the bag.... See the fact is, is I never gave a damn about that woman and I turned her into the evil bytch she is today. It was my dick that tainted that little angel of yours and turned her into a sex driven demon bytch. Who knows how many guys she has fuked in that locker room.... Who cares. And you thinking you will destroy god? It won’t happen Mr. Parker because I will be there at ringside to make sure it don’t. I am everywhere Mr. Parker... I could very well be right outside your window..... I could have been watching you the entire time while you was in your house today out your very own window. You might want to take a look outside that window Mr. Parker....
Butch's eyes narrow and he darts over to his window and parts the curtains slightly to see a tall dark figure standing just yards outside his house. He throws the reciever on the floor and sprints out of the front door and outside to confront the Dark Messenger as the scene fades to black.
Yet another memory sends her reeling. Butch didn’t know at the time that the Dark Messenger was Michael Dredge. He only had an idea of how Senester was using him to dig his claws into Butch. If it meant her life she would protect him, even it meant making him hate her all that time. Now Michael James threatened their lives. For the past year he had run amuck in HWA, finally getting his prize in the World Title. He had humiliated them, and degraded them …much like Dredge had done. Only this time their spirits were broken and Butch took it worse than her.
(Wisdom): You see Michael…you’re nothing new….not really. Granted you hit pretty damn hard and knocked us down, but as you can see…you didn’t accomplish what you thought you did. The Parker’s are not going anywhere…we’re stronger than anything you can throw at us.
Her mind goes back to that time and the turmoil between them all…
February 2006
Wisdom is at home wrecking the house as she throws a vase through the double glass doors leading to the seaside patio. Glass shatters everywhere as the cool ocean breeze rushes inside and she screams before ripping at the pillows on the couch. The phone rings and she answers.
(Wisdom): What?
(Voice): Were here….
Wisdom pushes the button on her phone and buzzes the gate open as an HWA film crew comes pulling into the driveway moments later. Her front door is swung open and the crew rushes in and sets up. They get the camera’s ready and she’s chomping at the bits.
(Voice): It’s all set…whenever you’re ready…
Wisdom turns to the camera and pulls her hair back. She has a look of extreme rage on her face. Here eyes are swelled with tears and she begins to unleash.
(Wisdom): Dark Messenger, I want you to listen to me now as you’ve never listened to anyone before in your fuking life. I did everything you asked. You’ve ruined my life but that’s just hasn’t been good enough for you. I told you that this was between you and me. I told you to leave Butch out of this, but you couldn’t keep your fuking mouth shut.
A sincere look comes over Wisdom’s face as he voice changes. It lowers and mellows to a gently speech.
(Wisdom): Butch…somewhere twisted between his deceit and his demented ramblings Dark Messenger speaks the truth. I was pregnant with his child, but it was never how you imagined…ever! I don’t know how he found out but he did. The baby that I carried Butch, was never yours. Butch…what happened between us was all my doing. I used that abortion to free you from me. It was the only way.
She starts to cry…
(Wisdom): I pushed you away Butch. I pushed you away to save you. You don’t know what kind of man he is. He said he would kill you, and I know he could. He meant every word. He’s got Senester’s damn blessing with all the resources of Dark Horse on his side, he could do it easily. You’ve suffered so much loss already, your son just the other year, how could I forgive myself if they came after your sister and her family, and their families family. You don’t understand how they operate. They are sick. They aren’t human. This all started not long after Ring Master…I overheard him on his cell running his mouth in the back about “knowing you wouldn’t win two years in a row and how the Horde rules everything” and I confronted him. I told him he didn’t win either and if it came down to it he couldn’t beat you on your death bed. He hit me and shoved me inside the door behind him. I started to fight him off, but he was too strong and he just kept hitting me and I started as if I were going to black out. I could hear him behind me ripping my dress apart and as he grabbed me by the waist. His belt buckle jingled as he unzipped his pants and spit on me as he stuck himself inside me. I tried to screamed but no one came, I didn’t think anyone would even if they could hear me, no one here but you has ever liked me so why would I expect someone to come to my cries?
He pulled out this camera and started recording as he forced himself upon me, calling me foul names as he turned me all kinds of way. He said I was his sex slave. That I had to do whatever he commanded. He just wouldn’t stop thrusting. I was thinking that if he could just “finish” this would all be over. He finished on my chest and started biting and squeezing me. I spit in his face and he slapped me so hard I thought my eyeballs were going to come of out socket. He said he would “kill you”…he would “kill you if I didn’t do it…if I didn’t do it right…if I didn’t do it good” He grabbed my hair and shoved himself in my mouth. He told me to make him hard again and that if I bit him “he would kill us both” He did his business again in my mouth and made me swallow. I thought he was finished, that he would let me go but he pushed me on the couch and made me do things to him that I can’t bring myself to ever say. He made me tell him that I love him, and call him master and Daddy’s little girl as he got aroused again and I was crying so hard it was like I was underwater. I just wanted to die, I really wanted to die. I didn’t want to face you knowing what was happening on at that moment. To look into your beautiful green eyes Butch and know that my body, my body that I had reserved for only you was being ravaged by a mad-man. I don’t know how many times he did it to me, or how many different ways, I’ve tried so hard to forget. Forget that night, forget his smell, forget his taste, forget that he exists. He said he knew I wouldn’t tell anyone because no one would “take a dirty b###h like me seriously anyway.” I told him to do what he wanted as long as he left you alone. I made him promise me to never involve you, to never tell you, and to leave you and your family alone. And for a long time he has. He kept his promise…until now.
Wisdom is wiping her eyes full of tears.
(Wisdom): I was so numb I didn’t know what to do, I was so scared, but I had to pretend as if nothing ever happened. I went to the doctor who never suspected anything because I came bruised all the time from wrestling. I got treated and went home. A few weeks later it started to nag on me, you’ll remember me waking up the middle of the night in cold sweats and crying. I wasn’t having bad dreams, I was reliving that nightmare. It was straining our relationship so then I went to the doctor again. I was tested for every disease I thought he could possibly have and luckily all my tests came back negative… except one. I was pregnant. When the doctor told me I knew right away that it was his from the timing alone, and a later test confirmed it. And then in September I was nearly a full two months pregnant, I was just starting to show and I knew I needed to make a choice. It was my choice because it was my secret…my dark disgusting secret. So I had an abortion. I couldn’t bring a child into the world knowing it came from him, and I couldn’t look you in the face and call you a father when I knew you were not. And then you found out when you listened to that call on my cell and assumed it was your child . And how he found out I don’t know but he did too, nearly the same time. He threatened to kill me for killing his child that he was so sure would have been a son. I told him to leave you out of it, I reminded him of his promise. So again, I did what he wanted.
Butch…I never meant to hurt you. I pushed you away to spare you from my burden. I never wanted you to get hurt in any way. So I thought if I could anger you, if I could only manage to distance you from me that your love for me would fade and turn to hate and it worked. It tears me up inside to know that the man I love with my life hates my guts, but I rather that reality than to live in the one where you think you are happy with a spoiled woman and her dark secrets. I’ve never stopped loving you Butch Parker, and I never will. I was jealous when Callisto started to befriend you. The night after one of our matches when I could smell your cologne on her blouse drove me insane, I wanted to strangle her in the shower, but how could I? How could I think such things of my innocent friend? I didn’t want you touched… in my mind you were always going to be my man.
Wisdom’s housemade Gilda comes in and hands her a glass of water. Wisdom takes a sip and sighs as she continues.
(Wisdom): So here we are now, the three of us. No more secrets, no more lies. A pyramid of pain. Dark Messenger, I did everything you said and you lied to me. You couldn’t leave bad enough alone. You had to make it worse. Butch was never supposed to know and if he didn’t before I’m sure he hates my guts now. As much as I love him and as much as I’ve wanted him still I know he must hate me. How could he not after all these months? But I did it for you Butch, to keep you safe. To save you from any pain that I could possibly spare you with my love. But it backfired. For some reason, Dark Messenger has started digging in old closets and pulling out old skeletons I thought buried.
You make me sick Messenger. I hate the ground you walk on. I hate the fuking air you breath you son-of-a-bytch. You’re right about one thing though Messenger, you did make me evil. You took a bad girl and twisted her to the edge for your own amusement. I’m sure you’re so happy and I’m sure your damn God is so proud of you. Proud of you for taking my life and ruining it just like he’s ruined people in the past. For hurting Butch like you have. Well listen to me Messenger and listen well. You win! I’m a broken woman. I have nothing left to live for. The man I love hates me. I have no fans, no respect from my peers. All because of you. I have nothing left to lose because I’ve lost everything. And if it takes my last breath to bring you down I will use it. If it takes one hundred years Dark Messenger I will live to see the day you rot before me. If I have to search the face of the earth to find you, I will. I will do anything. I will pay any price for my revenge including the ultimate price. I don’t fear you any more Dark Messenger. You’re nothing to me. I will make you suffer as you’ve never suffered before in your life.
Wisdom looks straight into the camera, her eyes so tender and mellow.
(Wisdom): Butch…I’m sorry that I hurt you…I love you…I will always love you…forget I ever existed and go on with your life. Dark Messenger is mine!
Wisdom gets up from the sofa and leaves the room without another word. The camera crew’s jaws are hanging on the floor after hearing the story she just told. They begin to pack up and leave. In the background, you can hear Wisdom upstairs crying her eyes out as the scene fades to black.
Thinking back on it her eyes are teary now. Although they had resolved things with Dredge over the years, it still haunted her. Perhaps its why she has been so adamant about taking on Michael James herself. In a way…to prevent history from repeating itself.
(Wisdom): Like I said Michael…you’re nothing new. You just had a few extra tricks up your sleeve, but like Michael Dredge learned…it’s your time to learn. We are going to teach you, and wipe that smug look off your face. I’ll tell you as I told him…I will do anything…pay any price, and I will get what I want because love conquers all.
Once more she thinks back to that horrific time…
February 2006
The scene unfolds several days after Butch Parker's mysterious confrontation with the Dark Messenger. It is around mid-afternoon and a mass of white and grey clouds dominates the landscape. A cool breeze contours through the air picking up empty crisp bags and clouds dust. Butch is then seen walking down "Bruce Street" in the heart of the Dunfermline town. He is attired in camouflage cut-offs, a black HWA t-shirt and a pair of black Oakley sunglasses shield his eyes from view. Underneath the the fibreglass plates of the sunglasses, a cold and empty stare fills the emeral green eyes of "The One Man Tartan Army". Images cascade through his mind of the Dark Messenger, of Senester, of Wisdom. The chilling rasp of the Messenger's voice rings in his ears. Butch speeds up his walk up and enters a large outdoor parking lot, making his way toward his metallic blue Porsche 911 Turbo. He reveres out of the space and drives back to his home.
When he reverses his car into it's reserved space outside his front door, Butch squints into the rearview mirror and his heart skips a beat. Butch removes his sunglasses hurriedly and throws them onto the passenger's seat and he turns his upperbody around to his front door wide open, nearly hanging off it's hinges. Butch swings the car door open and closes it with a hard slam. He sprints towards the house jumping over the small step before the front door to find his house in complete disarray. Assortments of clothes, newspapers lie on the floor, the cushions on the sofas have been turned up, with some having tears through them.
(Butch): Son-of-a-bytch!
Butch bursts through the door to the kitchen to find every drawer and cupboard opened and emptied. Shards of porcelain glass from plates and bowls are scattered on the tiled flooring along with various utensils and cutlery.
(Butch): Christ almighty!
Butch exits the kitchen and darts upstairs and the story is the same. His bedroom is a disaster area. His bed has been lifted and tossed aside, his wardrobe has been emptied onto the carpet. Butch runs his fingers through his hair aggressively and takes a deep breath. He then notices something lying on the bottom shelf of his wardrobe, on top of a small cabinet where Butch keeps his old family photographs. A black robe, still warm, indicating it had been worn not long ago. Butch takes the robe in his hands and crushes the cloth material into a ball, his eyes filling with rage. Butch suddenly let's loose with a left punch and goes straight into the wall adjacent to him as he emanates a deafening roar.
Butch proceeds to make his way downstairs, walking over the broken plates and glass on his kitchen floor. He takes a canister of gasoline from under his kitchen sink along with a box of matches and walks into his back garden, the black robe still clutched in his hand. Butch throws the robe onto the ground and takes off the lid of the canister and douses it in the gasoline before striking a match. He stares at the match for a moment before tossing it onto the saturated robe and it ignites up, sending flickering flames in every direction. Butch watches the robe crackle and burn, not blinking or flinching whatsoever, until he is satisfied that the robe is nothing but ash. He spits on the remains before turning back to the house without even a glance back.
About two hours later, Butch's house is resembling something similar of what it looked like previously. The glass and porcelain have been mopped and binned; the newspapers have been cleared up and the bed upstairs has been turned on it's right side and the clothes put back in the wardrobe. Butch sits on his sofa with a can of Irn-Bru in his hand, watching HWA TV, his eyes looking even more menacing than before. Soon enough, Wisdom's recent promo appears onscreen and Butch stops drinking, put his can down. He watches intently, listening to every word that escapes Wisdom's mouth. With each new revelation, the anger inside Butch boils up twice as much. As Wisdom reveals their aborted child to be that of Dark Messenger's, Butch's disdain for his nemesis grows even further. When the promo goes off the air, Butch slowly stands to a vertical position. He remains idle for several minutes until he releases a bellowing roar before charging forward and shoving his foot through the television screen sending sparks flying everywhere. Butch then drops to his knees, his hands covering his face, his feelings a mixture of hurt and hatred. He finally stands up again and speaks.
(Butch): Okay, Messenger...you've got my attention! You've made me listen for days now and I've been a patient man and I've listened to what you have had to say. Now it's my turn! You are officially a dead man, Messenger, you hear me?! You have taken one of the only commodities that meant something in my life and you've destroyed it. Well it's my turn to destroy you, and you better get on your hands and knees, boy, and get praying. Pray long and hard to that demented motherfuker of a master, for the punishment I will put you through; the agonizing torment and torture that you have inflicted upon Wisdom, upon me! You signed your life over to me the minute you laid a hand on Wisdom and despite her wishes, I am very much involved in this, Messenger and if you don't like, you're going to have to kill me! The lion has been well and truly awoken, Messenger and he is very much alive within my soul and it is going to be Senester that will suffer the consequences of your own actions before you do!
Senester, the comet has streaked the sky. I've parted the seas. I've created the armies on either shore. Soon enough man will turn against his brother, until man exists no more when you and I come face-to-face. You maybe the God of HWA, Senester, but I have become something far, far worse. I am the desolate one. Desolate because you took my pride and dignity and cast me down. Well I have risen, risen up from the eternal sea and I am coming for you. I swear down dead, Senster, I am coming for you, and you Dark Messenger, pray!
She’s had enough reminiscing for one day. The light at the end of the tunnel was that they endured. She wipes the tears from her eyes and puts her mind back on the present and Michael James.
(Wisdom): Nine years ago I was weak Michael James. I was a woman trying to make something of the Women’s Division that to this day few care about in wrestling and I was the best, but after that I decided that I was never…ever going to be weak again. I haven’t trained with a woman since. When Butch and I first started training together I made him promise to treat me as if I were just one of the guys. It took him some time to adjust to that, but he did and I learned from him more than most ever will in this business. Then two guys named Belial and Duriel came along and while Butch was away for a while I hung with them and learned other things. I’m better than most men Michael James. I may not be better than or even equal to you, but I can, and I will make you hurt. Whatever Butch leaves of you in that ring, I’m going to scrape off the mat and dump in the trash.
The Rampant Lion and his lioness are back, we are roaring and we are ravenous to get our hands on you and pull you off your pedestal. You’ve enjoyed a fabulous run, little real competition, all the accolades of being a world class champion, and a lucky win to top it all off, but you’re delusional. Your words mean nothing to me anymore. You can’t hurt me, you can’t hurt Evina and you can’t hurt Butch. This “#####” is going to bring you to your knees and you’ll wish you never let the name “Parker” escape your filthy mouth. I’ll see you at Havoc…I wouldn’t miss your Road to Ruin for anything in the world.
Wisdom smiles as the scene fades to black.
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