The sun is setting in Santa Barbara, California. There isn't a cloud in the sky which is a beautiful mixture of oranges, yellows and reds as the sun makes its final descent behind the horizon.

On the back porch of the beachfront home belonging to the Parkers stands the patriarch. The reigning HWA World Champion Butch Parker stands cradling his baby daughter Evina to sleep as she fights to keep her big emerald green eyes open. Butch keeps up his ritual of singing to Evina which he has done every night without fail since she was born.

(Butch): somewhere over the rainbow, way up high, there's a land that I dreamed of once in a lullaby....somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue and the dreams that you dare dream really do come true......

Finally, Evina's eyes close shut until the only sounds that can be heard are the faint breathing coming from her tiny lungs, nullified somewhat by her pacifier and the waves of the Pacific Ocean washing up on to the shoreline and back out again.

Gently, Butch walks back into the house, still slowly cradling and rocking Evina from side to side until he reaches her bedroom. He places her delicately into her crib, wiping a few strands of her blonde baby hair away from her forehead. He strokes the soft skin of her cheek with the back of his hand before stopping down and placing a tender kiss on the same cheek and whispering.

(Butch): Night night sweetheart. Daddy loves you very much. Sweet dreams.

Quietly, Butch leaves Evina's room and makes his way down to the living room. Wisdom is curled up on the couch, sleeping soundly as we, TMZ playing on the television. Butch smiles as he stoops over and places another gentle kiss on Wisdom's lips causing her to smile involuntarily at his touch. Butch plonks himself next to her quietly and she snuggles up to him, wrapping her arms around his massive frame. Butch grabs the remote for the TV and switches over to the HWA channel to catch up on the latest promos from his fellow roster members. An hour or so later, Butch has caught up on the latest thoughts from Michael James and his Havoc opponent Bryan Deas. As he goes to stand up, Wisdom awakens, stretching her arms out and yawning. She stares up at Butch and smiles widely.

(Wisdom): Hey handsome man.

(Butch): Hey gorgeous girl.

(Wisdom): Sorry I fell asleep. Is Evina okay?

(Butch): She's fine babe, sound asleep.

Wisdom smiles devilishly and runs her hands across Butch's chiselled stomach after sneakily unbuttoning his shirt.

(Wisdom): Maybe we should go upstairs as well? Make the most of it.

She sits up and plants a passionate kiss on Butch's mouth and he returns it with equal vigour before breaking away playfully.

(Butch): You go up and get ready; I'll be up in a minute.

Wisdom rolls her eyes and smiles knowingly at Butch's intent.

(Wisdom): Fine, but no more than fifteen minutes or I'm coming down here and f***ing your brains out on national television.

(Butch): Deal.

Wisdom climbs up off the couch and makes her way up stairs, sliding off her jogging pants and revealing her perfect ass in lacy panties. She doesn't even give Butch a look back as she knows he's already staring and she smiles to herself as she walks up the stairs towards the bedroom. Butch smiles as well and then regains his focus, setting up the television up to record his own promo to address several issues on his mind. A couple of minutes later and he's ready to record.

(Butch): Michael...Michael...Michael James. What am I going to do with you eh? You know for the first five minutes you spoke I just heard a whole bunch of narcissistic droning I've heard a million times before and I almost fell asleep. I listened to you for the first what seemed like an eternity but was actually half an hour. It was probably as bad as watching an episode of Keeping up with the Kardashians...mind you at least you can get some sort of a laugh watching them; with you it's more pitiful.

Butch maintains a sardonic smile despite his next words.

(Butch): Keep this fresh in your tiny little mind Michael. You can insult me all you want. All day every day. Insult my wife because even that's gotten boring and Wisdom is more than capable of handling herself, as made evident of her verbal lashing she gave you earlier. But you say anything against my daughter; against my child and I will not be held responsible for the beating I will give you. Ignore my warning if you like but I'm sure I could point you in the right direction of people who have f***ed with my family before and have paid the price.

Now that thats out of the way, I'm gonna my address of you quick because contrary to what you may think, Michael James is not the centre of my universe. I'm not gonna devote half my promo to discussing someone whom at the moment, isn't worth mentioning. What i will say all is this though. After all your big talk about being the best in HWA; I hate to disappoint you but there's only one way to be defined as being the best in the industry and its more than just chalking a few wins over a couple of months and having a belt around your waist. Being the best is about integrity, guts, setting an example for those around you, hard work and a drive to succeed. Now you may have a couple of those latter qualities but you when it comes down to the nitty-gritty; you're not championship material, Michael. I know it, Wisdom knows it, everyone knows it. You're just too blinded by the light of the sun shining out your arse to see the truth. I said if from day one and I'll say it till again and you can deny it again until the cows come home. You're jealous Michael. Jealous of the fact that I hold the HWA World Championship. You hide behind this façade of lies to try and convince yourself and the rest of the world of something different but the truth can only stay hidden for so long. You cling to the concept I cheated Senester out of the title whilst conveniently overlooking the underhanded and devious way in which you dethroned Judas Mercury. You can't stand the fact that you beat me and I'm still at the top of the food chain here and you're still having to look up. You're not the success story you think you are Michael. There are those before you who've waltzed in, defeated everyone in their path, won a title, claimed to be the next standard bearer of the HWA and they fade out faster than an open flame on a stormy night. Hell, Bryan Deas has been more successful you! Deas is one of the very few people to have won every single title HWA has to offer; he's been World Champion for Christ's sakes! Can you say that Michael? Can you say you've won the HWA World Championship? No? Really? The great and powerful Michael James hasn't won the World title he mocks someone who has won it for the length of time he held it and for how he lost it?

Butch scoffs before continuing.

(Butch): Pathetic. Do me a favour James, next time you want to deride someone's career or point a finger at someone; make sure your hands are clean.

Now moving on; Bryan Deas. You've been known as many things in your career in HWA; you've been the laughing stock of the backstage area, you've been a fan favourite, a champion, a jobber, the lot. Now you're making waves, albeit small on the world title scene and you managed to get one over on Senester. As much as you have my respect Deas, this is where the fairytale ends for you. Our agreement was I take your number one contender slot and if I beat Senester for the title, you would be the first person who'd I'd give a title shot to and that's what's happening at Havoc. If Senester wants to interfere or Michael James wants to sit at ringside like a little b**** then let them try; this is your tittle rematch and I suggest you make the most of it. I don't know what stipulation you are on about that seems to entitle you to a rematch whenever you damn well please because the only line I signed my name on was to give you a title match if I beat Senester. Nowhere did it state you could just request a shot at the title whenever you damn please. As much as you may hate to hear it but even though I'm taking this match deadly seriously, I have bigger fish to fry in Michael James and regardless of the legitimacy of your title opportunity, him defeating me in a non-title match at Road to Ruin match practically guarantees him number one contender status. Either way Deas, you've got an extremely tough road to hoe and I suggest you train as hard you as can because I'm going to be in no laughing mood when it comes to Havoc. I'm going to make an example out of you, Deas. Don't worry, I'm not going to go out my way to injure you or end your career; I've got enough blood and careers on my hands to last me a lifetime. No, I'm going to be professional, efficient and dominant as a champion should be and if that ruins your dream of being a multiple-time World Champion then sorry Deas but that's the way it's going to be.

Butch ends the feed without another word, switching off the television and he makes his way upstairs. As he enters the bedroom, he stands in the doorway to see Wisdom lying side-on the bed, in her full captivating glory and she simply ushers Butch towards him with the directing of her finger. Butch smiles and lets his shirt fall to the ground and climbs on to the bed, smothering his wife in an envelope of muscle, flesh and sweat as the scene fades to black.