In many cases in which some idiot is accused of beating up his girlfriend, he'll whip out the old "she started it" misogynist gambit. But when questioned in court over the alleged abuse, Busch opted for the somewhat less popular "she kills people for money" insane person gambit. According to Busch and his lawyer, who must've bought his degree from the back of a Silver Age comic book, Driscoll was secretly working as a covert assassin for the CIA the entire time that they were dating. Specifically, Driscoll's after-hours activities involved "killing drug lords via long-range sniper rifles and close combat tactics, including the use of knives and poison." Remember all those news stories about drug dealers in Daytona Beach being sniped to death? Yeah, us neither.
Of course, his evidence backing up this wild accusation wasn't great either. It basically boiled down to claiming his CIA GF sometimes bragged about her murders, and one night slipped out of their hotel room in camouflage gear, only to return hours later in a bloodsoaked ball gown. If that sounds like the opening scene of a dumb action movie screenplay, Driscoll thought so too. She argued that Busch had concocted this entire scenario from a screenplay that she had been working on about a female assassin. Which, in fairness, is exactly the kind of cover story that you'd expect from an elite assassin.
But, you might wonder, what does this drivel have to do with a domestic violence case? Well, Busch argued that he couldn't possibly assault a woman who knows a hundred ways to snap a guy's neck the moment he looks at her funny. After all, no hamster-cheeked dweeb could ever truly assault a badass like, say, Terry Crews, right? Except that they totally can, and Busch might be the dumbest man to have ever qualified for a driver's license.
Somehow, the judge ruled against Busch and granted the restraining order, declaring Busch's testimony to be "implausible." We're not sure why, but the fact that Driscoll is a free woman and Busch still hasn't fled the country out of fear of getting a high-caliber bullet to the temple mid-race tells us he might not believe his own bullshit either.