Butch had of course tasted the forbidden fruit most professional wrestlers with families only ever get to dream of being able to savour the taste of – time away from the hustle and bustle of travelling the country from city to city, arena to arena to spend with Wisdom and Evina. After all, family, above all else was what was most precious to the One Man Tartan Army. True, professional wrestling had given Butch a career right from the beginning of his adolescence that seen him grow from an oversized teen with muscle into one of the most dominant and revered professional wrestlers the world has ever seen. However, his family – his wife Wisdom, his daughter Evina, his niece Sarah, nephews Jake and Sean and his younger sister Diana, they were the centre of Butch’s universe and having a prolonged and uninterrupted opportunity to spend time with them was amazing for him. Butch was able to see his baby daughter speak her first coherent words, take her first proper steps and grow from a bouncing little baby into a beautiful little girl.
But it wasn’t without its dark days though. Butch’s absence from HWA was well-documented as was his loss of confidence and belief in his own in-ring ability and his intestinal fortitude as a man in general following consecutive losses and verbal barrages from Michael James; one of which seen him lose the HWA World Championship. Anyone who knew anything about professional wrestling knew Butch Parker was one of the sport’s all-time greats and despite having the respect of his peers as well as the fans, that didn’t stop Butch, for the first time since his rookie days, doubt himself.
Michael James had arrived on the HWA and immediately targeted Butch and soon-enough Wisdom and even his daughter with well-aimed shots of slanderous and heinous verbal assaults just because Butch had simply set his stall out as the standard to which James would have to prove himself against, Yes, it’s safe to say, Michael James had succeeded in getting inside Butch’s head.
Thankfully though, Wisdom Parker was no ordinary woman and Butch didn’t wallow in self-pity for long. She had soon found a way to reignite the lost spark that, until that point, had dwindled into nothing more than a glowing ember. His confidence was restored as was the belief in himself, like an adrenalin shot to the heart and it all came to a head at the conclusions of the last two airings of Havoc.
It was mid-morning several days following Havoc when the scene unfolded. The sun was still making its journey up from its bed under the horizon of the Pacific Ocean. The only sound that could be heard was the sloshing of the water on to the shore and receding back out again.
Butch was getting one quick training session in whilst Wisdom tended to Evina for her breakfast and mid-morning nappy change. Attired in nothing but his signature-themed Venum © fight shorts which depicted one left leg the appearance of the material being ripped apart and underneath it showed the azure blue and white saltire of the Scotland national flag. Butch had been working out for about forty-five minutes and the sweat was decanting from his pours like a tap from both his workout and the heat of the Californian sunshine. He mixes up shadow boxing of which he incorporates various kickboxing techniques along with cardio work for another fifteen minutes before he turns his head and spots Wisdom standing on the back of porch of their home. Almost like a reflex action, a smile instantly crosses Butch’s face. He stoops down a snatches up a bottle of Lucozade Energy sports drink from the sand and takes a long gulp from the nozzle before making his way back up the beach to the house. Upon stepping up from the sand on to the varnished wooden deck of the porch floor, Wisdom meets him with a hug and a passionate kiss.
(Wisdom): Mmmmm, I love it when you get all sweaty after a workout.
Butch smirks, raising one of his eyebrows playfully and kisses Wisdom again.
(Butch): Well in that case, I suppose I can skip my shower.
Wisdom runs her hands up and down Butch’s sweat-soaked upper torso, tracing the outlines of his pecs and stomach muscles with her fingertips. She looks up at his piercing emerald eyes and reciprocates his playful, boyish grin.
(Wisdom): Or I could just join you in the shower.
(Butch): Where’s Evina?
(Wisdom): Don’t worry, she’s asleep in her play-pen and her baby monitor is turned up to the highest volume.
(Butch): Well, in that case…
Butch grabs Wisdom by her ass and lifts her into his arms and she proceeds to wrap her legs around his waist like a koala bear as they embrace in another passionate kiss. Butch carries Wisdom inside the house and into the bathroom as the scene fades to black temporarily.
Forty-five minutes later…
As the scene fades back in, Wisdom is seen sitting on the bed, wrapped up to just under her armpits in a towel and is drying her hair with another, an expression of sheer, unadulterated satisfaction etched on her face. Butch then appears at the frame of the door leading into their walk-in bathroom in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He sits down next to Wisdom and plants a soft kiss on her shoulder before he begins to pull on his underwear and training pants when his demeanour suddenly changes.
Not one to miss a beat, Wisdom instantly picks up on this and pounces on it just as quickly.
(Wisdom): Hey big guy, what’s up?
Butch exhales loudly through his nostrils before replying.
(Butch): I’ve just got a bad feeling about Road to Ruin and I can’t shake it.
(Wisdom): Your match with James? Babe, we’ve been through this, you’re in a different frame of mind than you were before; this is your time to put him in his place and re-cement your legacy as the best wrestler in the world.
(Butch): It’s not that babe, it’s what James and Senester said after Havoc. I can’t help but contemplate what they’re possibly up to. I know it’s something they’re going to do to try and throw us off our game but I can’t place my finger on it.
(Wisdom): And it cross your mind that they’re just planting a seed to draw your focus away from the match and that you’re now playing right into their hands? Honey, we know better than anyone what a master of mind games and manipulation Senester is. Try and focus on the match because this is exactly what they want – your mind elsewhere and as much as he is an insufferable prick, if you’re even the teensiest weensiest bit distracted, James will take advantage of that.
(Butch): Still, I think we need to cover all bases. I don’t want Evina left here with a babysitter, I don’t want Sean, Diana and the kids staying in Dunfermline or your mother left on her own in Santa Monica either.
(Wisdom): What do you suggest? Hans and Vanessa? Dragon?
(Butch): No, too obvious. I’ll make a couple of calls later. I refuse to leave anything to chance though. Like you said, we both know Senester is capable of pretty much anything to try and mess with us and it still looks like it’s James’ life-long mission to make our lives a living hell. If I know all our family is safe, I can keep both my eyes on Michael James. And you, I don’t want you at ringside.
Wisdom’s expression instantly changes and she goes to challenge what Butch has just said but he anticipates this and he cuts her off.
(Wisdom): I know what you’re going to say but you can’t leave yourself open to anything that James and Senester will try and if you’re in the front row or at ringside, you instantly make yourself an open target and I cannot risk that.
(Wisdom): Butch, I can handle myself, I’m not some dewy-eyed school girl who needs protecting.
(Butch): No but you’re my wife and the mother of my daughter. I know for a fact you can handle yourself but you can’t handle what you don’t know is going to happen and we have no idea what those two are up to. I don’t want you anywhere near that arena come Road to Ruin. I’ll make some calls later to make sure you, Evina and everyone else is secured so when I step into that Octagon next week and stare across at Michael James, I know you’re safe and I can focus fully on beating the shit out of him.
Wisdom seems, at least temporarily, taken aback by Butch’s firm stance, In her head she hated what he was demanding of her as it was completely against her nature but in her heart she knew Butch was right. After a brief moment of silence, she finally conceded and admitted defeat. Butch could sense it as well and he lifts Wisdom’s chin up gently using his index finger and looks into her eyes.
(Butch): I know how much you want to be there babe, believe me I do. But we have think to smart about this and be prepared for anything. At least if anything does happen that I don’t expect but, I know you and Evina will be safe.
Wisdom can’t help but smile, falling even more in love with Butch than she already was which she didn’t think possible and she glides her hand across the stubble of beard on Butch’s face.
(Wisdom): I love you, Butch Parker.
(Butch): I love you too.
(Wisdom): Stop talking and kiss me.
Butch doesn’t say another word and places his lips against Wisdom’s, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Wisdom almost melts in his embrace and allows herself to fall back on to the bed and guides Butch’s free hand downwards and it disappears under Wisdom’s towel and as he delves his fingers inside of her. Her reaction is instant as she arches her back with pleasure as she undoes her towel, letting it fall away and she in turn reaches down and delves her hand into Butch’s boxer shorts. Just as things are about to heat up even more, the baby monitor sitting on Butch’s bedside table echoes with the sound of the cries of Evina, now awoken from her mid-morning nap and both Butch and Wisdom smile ironically at each other.
(Butch): I’ll see to her babe.
Wisdom rolls her eyes in mock frustration as she lifts her towel to cover herself up.
(Wisdom): Okay but don’t think this is over, to be continued.
(Butch): You’re on.
Butch pulls on a spare wifebeater from the bedroom floor and leaves the bedroom to see to his daughter as the scene fades to black.
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