Havoc is still going on in the arena, where only moments ago she confronted Butch and had run into Hans as he prepared for his match, his music now playing in the arena as she makes her way to the garage where a Lincoln Town car awaits with a drive to take her back to the airport, but not before she is bombarded by reporters flashing their cameras and shouting out question after question at her.

(Reporter): Wisdom, how did it go with Butch?

(Reporter): Can you confirm any negotiations with the WWE or TNA in your plans to leave the HWA?

(Reporter): Wisdom, is your career over?

Wisdom pushes her way past the crowd ignoring their questions that she really doesn’t feel like addressing at the moment until she is stopped in her tracks by a question that really rattles her.

(Reporter): Wisdom…how does it feel now to be “the other woman” now that Butch is with his new girlfriend Minerva.

Wisdom spins around and slams her fist into the reporters face. The guy goes down in a heap and is being helped up as he spits a tooth out of his busted mouth. A fuming Wisdom turns to the mob of reporters that have taken a few steps back nothing but fury in her eyes.

(Wisdom): What happens between Butch and I is none of your fuking business. As far as this bytch is concerned she’s just a cheap accessory hanging on his arm, nothing more.

(Reporter): With all due respect Wisdom, it doesn’t look like she’s just arm-candy. They’ve been intimate. We’ve seen them on the yacht together, just moments ago we saw them right before your own eyes groping and kissing. We can only guess that they’ve also had….

(Wisdom): They haven’t had anything, “Anything” understand? and there is going to be anything. She means nothing to him. Nothing!

(Reporter): It looks like you don’t mean anything to him. He won’t even tell you why he’s joined with Senester. It’s well known the competitive nature of Butch Parker. Ever since losing the World title last year he has not been the same man. Others like Talon and Eddie K have stepped up into the spotlight that he once had, then his sister took ill and he put everything on hold. Perhaps that all has crushed his ego. Everybody knows what Senester is capable of, maybe Butch has decided to make this move to get back into the position he wants to be in, it’s his nature to compete and to be the best.

(Reporter): You have to see that Butch is a changed man, even his own best friend Hans just warned you. He stood by you over the years while you’ve been a raving lunatic of a bytch to be frank. Now that he’s the new resident bad-boy you can’t seem to handle it.

(Wisdom): Don’t lecture me on who Butch Parker is you little shyt stain. I know what it means for him to be in this business and be in that ring. I know what he’s put up with being with me.

(Reporter): You should be proud or even happy then. Isn’t this what you always wanted…Butch Parker the badass, only now that he is he isn’t with you? You’re blaming everyone but yourself. Maybe it was you who did all this. I guess you don’t know him as well as you thought. You don’t have Butch wrapped around your little fingers anymore.

(Wisdom): Shut up! I know him a lot better than any of you do.

(Reporter): Apparently not, if you’re now on the outs. You’ve gone from being the single most dominant woman in professional wrestling to being a common house maid. Your own words have admitted to this…taking care of his niece and nephew, comforting his dying sister. Many people simply say that Butch Parker has domesticated you.

Wisdom’s face is just flaming red, her fists clenched as if she could just maul everyone in sight. She’s angry because she knows there is truth to what people are saying. She is angry because out of love she refuses to allow herself to see those truths.

(Wisdom): I’m done with this shyt…get out of my fuking way.

Wisdom starts pushing reporters aside as she hops into the back of the car. Camera’s are still flashing trying to see her through the tinted glass and the driver rushes over to get in the car, then heads out of the arena as the scene fades to black.