It’s morning. Hours since The Other Side has concluded. Hours since Wisdom was driven to the mat by Butch Parker. Hours since the world as she had come to know it, changed. Now she’s at the airport, ready to head back to the states and leave Australia far behind her. Just finishing a cup of coffee she waits for the boarding call by walking around the airport. She’s in a black Addidas jumpsuit, her hair pulled in a ponytail tucked neatly through the back of a baseball cap, and large black sunglasses on her face. She pulls out her phone and dials a number.

(?????): Hey… I was wondering when you were gonna call. You on your way back?

(Wisdom): As a matter of fact I am. Back home.

(?????): What do you mean? Aren’t you coming to…

(Wisdom): No. I’m not coming back. Not now….not ever. It’s time I take care of myself.

(?????): What? You’ve got to be kidding me! What about….

(Wisdom): I’m sorry Sean but what do you expect?

(Sean Parker): How am I supposed to take care of them stuck in this goddamn wheelchair Wisdom?

(Wisdom): Look, he’s your uncle, they are your cousins, it’s your family…it’s not mine…not anymore….it never was.

(Sean Parker): That’s not fair and you know it, you just gonna dump them off on me like this.

(Wisdom): Yeah well, life’s not fair is it Sean? That’s why you’re in a wheelchair, that’s why I’ve wasted years of my life, and that’s why Butch has turned into a psycho. My condolences to you for whenever Diana dies…I don’t need to know about it…I’m done with this. I’m done with all of you.

(Sean Parker): You know what, screw you Wisdom. I always knew you were a stuck up bytch!

(Wisdom): Yeah, whatever Sean….tell the kids goodbye for me.

Wisdom closes her cell phone and shoves it into her purse, and continues walking down the street. She stops at a newsstand and sees the cover of the Sydney Morning Herald with a large article on HWA’s the Other Side ppv title… Pandemonium Erupts at HWA PPV. She looks around checking to see if anyone recognizes her even in her hat and dark glasses. She flips through the newspaper to the article page and scans over the details of the event as written by the author, mumbling as she goes along…

(Wisdom): ….new tag team champions in the most exciting tag match of the year…..Parker’s manhandling of Ms. Vanessa Lang…….the brunette bombshell Minerva running for her life…..a distraught Wisdom leaving in tears with the definitive conclusion of her relationship….Ronnie McNeil hit the…..

Wisdom folds the paper up in frustration and tosses it back onto the pile. She keeps walking towards the terminal and hears the boarding call. Her pace quickens as she heads over and pulls her ticket from her purse, hands it to the attendant and walks towards the plane. Thirty minutes later she is seated and the plane is taking off. She looks out the window and sees far below the Sydney Opera House. A cheerless smile breaks across her face.

(Wisdom): I guess the fat lady has finally sung…huh Butch?

She turns her heads from the window and leans back in the seat. A flight attendant approaches her.

(Flight Attendant): Something to drink Miss?

(Wisdom): I’ll have a Scotch, single malt, neat, and keep ‘em coming! You know what….just bring me the bottle.

A few moments later her bottle arrives with a glass. She pours her first drink and holds the glass up.

(Wisdom): Here’s to you, you stupid bytch!

She chugs the drink and starts to pour another.

(Wisdom): You stupid….stupid….bytch. Whatever made you think anyone could ever really love you? All you’ve ever been is a good fuk, a backup plan, wasting your talents away on self-centered men, helping them obtain their goals while yours sat in the sidelines. Only Belial and Duriel ever treated me like an equal, with the respect I deserved. No one loves me. No one cares about me. Once upon a time I didn’t even try to fit in, until “he” came along, and now look at me, a miserable, used up little wench…crying my eyes out on TV for the whole world to see how pathetic I’ve become.

And the fans….even they were cheering for me. I don’t need their fuking pity. They only cheered me because they felt betrayed by Butch. What do they know about being betrayed? I’m the one he betrayed. I’m the one he used. I’m the one he beat down in the center of the ring. Save your pity for yourselves. You were just as stupid as I was for falling into his trap, but no more. It’s been way too long since Wisdom has been Wisdom. Way too long.

She chugs another drink and leans back in the chair, smiling to herself as the scene fades to black.