The scene commences a day or so after the HWA pay-per-view extravaganza Road to Ruin. Butch Parker and Wisdom have already travelled and arrived at the James Brown Arena in Augusta, Georgia, venue for the next airing of Havoc. Butch has been scheduled in to attend a press conference for various members of the media and he waits in one of the corridors, leaning his back casually against one of the walls as Wisdom stands in front of him. Butch is attired in a simple set-up of black Nike ¾-length trousers with red trim, white and blue Adidas high-tops and finished off with a white and blue-tinted Rangers FC sleeveless training jersey. Wisdom comes in close and gives Butch a loving kiss on the lips and he gives her hand a gentle squeeze before making his way into the conference room where the journalists in attendance have already begun to snap away vigorously with their cameras.

Butch issues an acknowledging wave to the turnout before taking his place in the centre seat, taking a drink from a glass of water and no sooner does he clear his throat does the chorus of voices from the gathered journalists fly at him like a volley of archer's arrows. Butch leans over slightly to speak clearly into the main microphone.

(Butch): Look guys, I don't have a Scooby Doo what you're saying so if you want to get any answers out of me, you's are gonnae have to speak one at a time.

Eventually the crowd quietens down and a voice sounds out from amongst them, the originator opting to stay seated.

(Voice): Butch, who have you chosen to be the special guest referee for the main event at Havoc?

A knowing smile creeps across Butch's face as murmurs of approval ripple throughout the throng of media personnel.

(Butch): There's no rush for that, is there? C'mon, you must have other questions you want to ask me? Don't tell me you personally requested a press conference to ask me one question? Surely not?

A young woman in her mid-to-late twenties rises from her seat, wearing a beige business suit and her dirty blonde hair tied up in a bun.

(Tamara Keyes): Mr Parker, I'm Tamara Keyes, Powerslam magazine. How do you feel about your victory over Ronnie McNeil at Road to Ruin? As we all know, there was no shortage of words exchanged between the two of you leading up to it. Along with your fiancée, Wisdom's return on top of that aswell.

(Butch): That's very true, Ms Keyes, there was a load of verbal lashings between us both in the build-up but I guess I made better on my promise than Ronnie did on the night. Obviously I'm ecstatic with the victory and it not only squash these seemingly endless opinions that people seem to think I'm only where I'm at right now due to Hans' status as World Champion. Anyone that still thinks that, they should go and watch a re-run of mine and Ronnie's match. As for Wisdom, I knew she'd be returning that night, however the manner in which she chose to make her mark was as much a shock to me as it was Ronnie and the rest of the HWA.

As the woman sits down, satisfied with the answer to her question, a man stands up this time, older, around late-thirties, grey hair starting to accumulate throughout his beard and at his temples.

(Roger Walker): Butch, hi there, my name is Roger Walker, I report for the Augusta Chronicle. There were mixed fortunes for you and your cohorts at Road to Ruin, with Hans retaining his championship on an unprecedented three different occasions in the same evening aswell as yourself, but Logan Neilson and Hans' brother Heinrich being unsuccessful in their own match-ups, how do you see this going into the main event at Havoc against the NWO?

Butch raises his eyebrows slightly and purses his lips, nodding his head slightly in acknowledgment of the question's validity.

(Butch): Very good question there Roger. I couldn't be prouder of Hans' accomplishments since he won the World Championship; he has finally become the man to restore honour and dignity to the belt and I know some people like various members of the NWO believe that Hans' lottery is a smokescreen to shield himself from the so-called "real" challengers, but I think that's, in all honesty, a load of bullsh*t. Hans has more than proved he is capable of beating anyone that is put in front of him. He stood toe-to-toe with AC James, and as you seen at Road to Ruin, he beat Talon fair and square aswell, however, if Talon had spent a bit longer training for his match rather than choreographing his entrance, he might have given Hans a better run for his money.

A light chuckle trickles from Butch's throat and he quickly composes himself as he goes on.

(Butch): But yes, Heinrich and Logan were very unlucky in their match-ups, and I'm sure they'll bounce back. I know Heinrich is champing at the bit to get a hold of Merlyn after his Mike Tyson impersonation and I know Logan has some unfinished business with both Talon and the Sons of Anarchy so it should make for an interesting match.

Butch takes a long drink from his glass of water before he continues.

(Butch): Having said that, it is interesting to note that at Road to Ruin, every single member of the NWO failed to win any of their matches, wouldn't you say? Whether that's a poisoned chalice and spurs them onto victory at Havoc or plays on their minds long enough to swing the momentum in our favour, we'll just have to wait and see at Havoc.

(Lance Bishop): Mr Parker, Lance Bishop, 411Mania.com, it's no secret that the NWO have made their feelings clear about the fallout from Road to Ruin, what are your thoughts on them-

(Butch): Let me stop you right there, Lance. The NWO have been rambling on about how they are the glue holding this company together for God, forever. There is not a promo they don't put out that doesn't see Ronnie, Eddie or Talon drone on endlessly about how they are the crème de la crème of this organisation and that every week is the start of a new revolution and every week it's started by one of them trying in vain to justify reasons to put myself, Hans and the rest of us down. They continue to harp on about how if they we weren't around it'd just be us ruling the roost, but they don't bother to think about when the door is opened the other way. What would this company be without the likes of Butch Parker, Hans von Richtoven et al? Talon, Eddie and Ronnie having one giant interracial gangbang with Merlyn filming it and selling it on the street. They need us just as much as we need them. Can you imagine Batman fighting off streets of Gotham without the Joker? Obviously, before they decide to immediately think I'm comparing myself and my friends to Batman, I'm only using that as a basis for comparison.

In reality though, that ship sailed long ago gentlemen. At Road to Ruin, like I said, not one member of the NWO won a match but do you hear any of them manning up and admitting that maybe, just maybe, the better men won on the night? After all their muscle-flexing and dick measuring in the build-up, they can't even muster the intestinal fortitude to admit that they're not the invincible, untouchable well-oiled machine they think they are.

No matter who I pick for the referee to officiate our eight-man tag match, it won't stop them from griping and groaning about the necessity of the match itself. God help us all for the shit we'll have to listen to them spew out when we walk out of this very arena as victors. Can you imagine it?

Butch screws his face up as he's going to be sick and a few light laughs trickle throughout the press.

(Butch): Anyway, I think I've kept you guys waiting long enough. Ladies and gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure to announce the special guest referee for Havoc's eight-man tag team match. The man that will be charged with calling this match right down the middle will be none other than….

Butch's grin broadens across his face as he turns his head slightly to see Wisdom standing in the neighbouring corridor out of sight of the camera. She gives him a small and an encouraging nod.

(Butch): Hulk Hogan……brother!

The whole group of gathered journalists and media representatives rise to their feet in unison, Dictaphones, pens, pads, and fingers all pointing at Butch, yelling questions that becomes nothing more than an inscrutable babble. Butch just maintains his smile before rising from his own seat and he takes leave, giving the press a parting wave as the scene fades to black.