HWA Message Board: Visibly Invisible Wounds

Wisdom exits Butch’s private room and presses her back against the wall outside the door. She takes a deep sigh, tears swelling in her eyes. Her husband isn’t the only one keeping his emotions at bay, she knows she has to maintain her own composure. Despite his appearance she does find some satisfaction in knowing that somewhere in another hospital Michael James is laying in his bed looking just as bad or worse than Butch. The things they did to each other in that ring went beyond anything she anticipated for the match. When she looks at Butch she doesn’t see the bandages or the stitches, the IV-drip or the blood stained cloths….she sees but one wound, the only wound that matters…the damage that has been done to her husband’s pride. He wanted nothing more than some vindication for her and their daughter Evina…to silence the disrespectful Michael James once and for all, but on this night Michael James won…barely…but he won nonetheless. The hospital had been great in keeping the media out the last few hours, and giving them a great deal of privacy, but she knew that in the days to come there would be questions asked and statements made, and they would require responding to. For now she just wanted to take her husband home…the sooner his outside healed the sooner would his insides. Her stomach growled slightly, but the thought of eating anything almost made her sick. It was probably just in her head, but she could still tastes Michael James’ blood when he grabbed her and disgustingly forced his lips upon her. She decided on some fresh air and was heading down the corridor when her phone rang. She looked down at the face and “von Richtoven” phone number on her screen which brought a slight smile to her face, and she eagerly picked up.

(Wisdom): Hi Hans how are you?.............................no, no, I’m alright………………….. I know, and I’ve told him the same thing, he’s your best friend, you should know how far I got with that. My God Hans it’s all over…his face, his legs, his arms, his back, just everywhere………………yeah, no shit, I was just telling myself the same thing, that son-of-a-bytch is laid up looking the same or worse………………………..I’m not sure, as soon as he can or even sooner with his stubbornness, I know he just wants to go home and hold Evina. She’s probably going nuts right now missing her naps in his arms………………………I will, thanks for calling Hans and give my love to Vanessa…………..you two, bye!

Wisdom ends the call on her phone. It felt good hearing a familiar and friendly voice and she had kind of expected the call from Hans who checked in or a normal basis, let alone after this inhuman night. Hospital coffee was disgusting, but if she could get a cup of tea it might help soothe her a bit. She didn’t want to be away from Butch long anyway. As she walks down the hall she passes a waiting area and notices the flatscreen there is tuned to TMZ, and she rolls her eyes. They are reporting on Fatality, and while no footage of the show had been released yet they had images of Butch and Michael on the screen. She walks over and watches the report already in progress.

(TMZ: Harvey):……and after what we understand was nearly 40-minutes of intense competition, HWA has a new World Champion but other than that belt guys he doesn’t look like he’s got much to celebrate. What do we got on him?

(TMS Staffer): Nothing on him yet, but we got a live shot of Butch Parker coming in now, and the dude is pretty fuked up.

(Wisdom): What?

Wisdom’s eyes widen at the mention of “live” and she sprints back down the hall to Butch’s room. As she flings the door open she sees some little nurse, b###h with her cell phone out with Skype showing Butch in bed. In the 10-minutes or so she’s been gone he’s fallen asleep but quickly wakes up at the commotion. He’s all bandaged up making it difficult to move as he shouts “babe….babe” not sure what’s going on. Wisdom grabs the woman by her ponytail and flings her against the wall. She’s screaming for help as Wisdom grabs her up and slams her face into the wall.

(Wisdom): You fuking b###h.

The woman can’t even put up a fight, slumped down next to the wall. Wisdom finds her phone somewhere on the floor and smashes it against the wall. She takes a shard of the broken glass and grabs the woman again as Butch calls out to her again, but in her rage she can’t even hear him.

(Wisdom): You want to see cuts, and blood and bandages bytch? I’m going to show you.

She grabs her by the throat and hurls her out the door into the hallway. Nurses have already called security and doctors and staff are all out in the hall. This poor young woman is ragdolled as Wisdom grabs her up and slams her into the nurse’s station. She takes the piece of glass and presses it to her face drawing blood.

(Wisdom): You snooping little TMZ ####, I should slit your fuking throat.

The woman is gagging, tears in her eyes, screaming for help as Wisdom scrapes the glass across her face. She snatches her off the desk by the hair and just starts brutally kicking her in the gut over and over again. Security rushes in and Wisdom flings him off of her with embarrassing ease. Somehow behind her she can hear his voice…

(Butch): Babe…stop it!

She looks down at the woman, busted open, cut across the face and out cold, then turns around to find Butch, somehow having gotten out of his bed, and then and there she just breaks down in tears. Butch takes a few painful steps towards her and gets his arms around her as best he can. She feels like she failed him. She was supposed to be the strong one now. She was supposed to be the one holding it all together and the trespass of one sneaky bytch from the tabloids ruined it. She was supposed to be in control, but here was her husband, in a pain she’s probably never know…the lion still protecting his lioness. Wisdom turns to the hospital staff, anger in her face.

(Wisdom): Get that bytch out of here, and fire her ass!

Nurses start helping the woman up, a gurney is brought over and it’s apparent she’s not going anywhere but another floor for treatment, now bleeding at the mouth from some internal bleeding. Wisdom walks over to her and sees that she’s semi-conscious.

(Butch): Babe!

Wisdom not turning back to Butch simply puts her hands up to let him know she’s cool. She comes over to the woman and grabs her by the hair so hard she could pull it out by the roots, and she yells out in pain.

(Wisdom): You even think about trying to file some bullshit lawsuit and I’ll wreck your world bytch!

She shoves her head back onto the gurney then returns to Butch. He puts his arm around her and she helps walk him back to his bed. He grits his teeth as he eases back into bed, and she doesn’t give a shit for regulations crawling in with him and laying her head on his chest, where he starts to stroke her golden locks as the scene fades to black.