It was a triple digit, hot day in Los Angeles and Erica decided to take some time to soak up the sun, and get a little bit of a tan. It had all been planned around her lunch plans. It had taken months, but she had finally gotten a reservation for Nobu, her now being recognizable in the world may have had something to do with her getting a seat as she hadn’t had any luck in pervious tries. A celebrity hotspot in Malibu, she was looking forward to the sushi, but truth be told she was hoping to run into a celebrity.
(Hostess): Ms. Martinez, welcome, it’s a please having you. Please…right this way.
The hostess greeted her in that overly friendly and fake LA way they do at swanky places. Her smile wide like a horse, and teeth white like a fresh pack of Tic Tac’s. She wanted to punch her just for the fuk of it, and laughed to herself at the thought of it as she was escorted to the patio where she had requested to sit. It was hot as all hell, and the sea breeze was minimal and didn’t help much. As she sat down, she threw two fingers up to a nearby waitress to draw her attention.
She nodded acknowledging, putting a finger up that she’d be right with her, and continued with other customers. Erica pulled out a pack of cigarettes and pulled one out with her lighter. She knew she couldn’t smoke here, but it was hot as shit and she didn’t feel like waiting for a goddamn drink, she knew it would draw attention and it worked, because here came the prissy little waitress rushing over to tell her ever so politely that she couldn’t smoke. She feigned ignorance and put the ciggs away, ordering a margarita.
(Erica): The good stuff, not that Cuervo shit!
The waitress nodded and went to work, and a shortly after her drink arrived. She took her first sip and decided that it was a pretty damn good drink. She swung around in her seat to get a good look at the beautiful ocean view. Wisdom and Butch Parker had frequented here, The Kardashians, Katie Perry, David Beckham, Rhiana, Drake, you name it they’ve been there and here she was. It wasn’t but 3 months ago she was holding down multiple jobs, unpacking boxes at 2:00 a.m. and stocking shelves with dog and cat food at Target.
She fought back tears as she looked out at the sea, wiping the moisture from the corner of her eyes. If only her father and her brothers could see this…see her. This was what they had all worked so hard for. This was what they all died for, moments of existence such as this. This time next year she’d have her mom and brother in a new house, with a new car and everything was looking up, but there was still a lot of work to do before then. She set up her phone on its little kickstand, got the HWA app going and began her broadcast.
(Erica): Una semana loca, verdad folks? Old Sensei rolled out of bed and felt the gray hairs on his balls prick up, so he finally graced us with commentary. I can’t wait for your goddamn retirement match crap to be over so you can just go away. Who do you think you are speaking to the Maestro like that? Honor this, and Honor, that. There was nobody, and I mean “NOBODY” who displayed more “Honor” than me, but you barely gave me the time of day. I’m the one showing up day in and day out exhausted from two jobs. I wasn’t paid to be there like the others, and my integrity is beyond question. But no, you handpicked your favorites...Matt, Jeremy and Sean…the fuking Three Amigos and threw all your attention on them. The rest of us had to follow and pick up the crumbs you left. Hell, Draconis’ kids have been there barely a week and you’ve given them more time than I ever had…pinche cabron!
How can mi maestro be dishonoring your name, when you’ve already done that for yourself? Don’t you know what facts are when you see them? You get in the ring with Maniac you’d look as pathetic as CM Punk taking on Mickey Gall and wouldn’t last 2-minutes, that’s why you refuse a match against him. But hey, I’ve got a “carrot to dangle” for you. I’m not doing much at Havoc and God knows you aren’t doing anything in general…how about you get in the ring with me? Yeah pendejo, I’m challenging you. You and me at Havoc, bet you didn’t see that shit coming. So how about it Sensi, show me how much I hurt you, how much I disappointed and disrespect you like you told me. Bring your Bushido bullshit to Havoc, it’s your right isn’t according to…
Erica grabs her phone and pulls up a note she had made…
(Erica): It’s your right according to “Kiri-sute gomen,” isn’t it? Bring it, and I’ll show you why you should have never benched me, and never overlooked me for the others. Go ask Butch and Wisdom to sign it, they’ve gone out of their way to give you every other match you wanted, this shouldn’t be any different.
Erica downs the rest of her drink and is ready for some food. Everything on the menu is looking good and over the next 10-minutes she’s ordered an assortment of sushi, a couple appetizers, more drinks, a few other dishes. She’s slurping up a raw oyster when she returns to her camera.
(Erica): Michelle, you just had to bring up Christmas didn’t you? Actually, I’m glad you did. It shows everyone who I am. I bent over backwards to get your lonely and homesick ass out of your stank apartment for the holiday and how do you repay me? Pushing me aside like everybody else, because I didn’t have a piece of paper in my pocket. “Where’s is that sweet friend of mine?” That sweet friend said deuces, when you took advantage of my hospitality. You don’t want to fuk with me Michelle, so don’t go boo-hooing on camera like I hurt your little feelings when you’re the one who fuked me over first. Everybody else buys into your holier than thou, innocent girl next door bullshit, but I know you’re not as naïve as people think. You might not know what I’m talking about, but just you wait until I tell Maestro your little secrets when the time is right. You don’t know a damn think about my pain and suffering. Why don’t you focus on your own, like Fallen licking on your titty like a Disneyland ice cream cone, and stop while you’re ahead.
She popped the first piece of the Nobu House Roll in her mouth and it was delicious. All the textures and flavors blended together so perfectly.
(Erica): This is so amazing, I mean they put their foot in this. The only thing that could make this better is if you were here with me Hans. It’s pretty damn romantic here, I must admit. This match at Havoc, with you and Matestro.
Erica shakes her head in a disappointing manner.
(Erica): I didn’t want this. I asked, maybe even begged you to steer clear of him, not to provoke him, but now you’re on his radar and my hands are tied. I know you didn’t ask for this, so why did Butch do it? Have you asked yourself that? Have you asked him? He’s got some ulterior motives if you ask me. Maybe he’s not the friend you think he is. That old fool Sensei gets every match he asks for, and you get every match you didn’t…does that make any sense to you? I think you need to take that old bat off display and remind them both who they’re dealing with, then pass it to me so I can redefine “redhead” for that wife of yours. It could be just you and me then, no distractions. I’ll be ringside at Havoc, but you have my number and address…feel free to come chat anytime. I’ll make you feel “very” welcomed, guapo!
Erica winks at the camera to Hans as she pops another piece of sushi in her mouth.
(Erica): Don’t think I forgot about you Jeremy. I did you a favor at Havoc and you wanna call me a “bitch and threaten me?” And, on top of that, you think you’ve got jokes hombre? I don’t eat at 7-Eleven anymore you dick, and I’m not ashamed to say that I did. You once probably didn’t have any more money than I did. Most people know what it’s like to scrape by on crap food, so you’re not going to shame me about it. You should be worrying about where your next meal is going to come from because you’ve been on the Maestro’s list for a while, in fact as you noticed you’re second on it next to Matt. When he’s done with him at Art of War, I’ll be sure you get moved right up to first place quickly so he can take care of you too. He’s already introduced himself to your padre, maybe I’ll visit tu madre and we’ll see whose fist gets put down whose throat.
Another drink is brough to the table. She looks at the waitress in confusion and starts to get pissed off.
(Erica): I didn’t order this pendeja, you better not be slipping shit on my bill neither!
(Waitress): Ms. Martinez…It’s compliments of Mr. Trejo.
The hostess points to a table across the way…
(Erica): No fuking way…Danny fuking Trejo? Move, get out my way…
Erica rushes up from her seat nearly knocking the waitress over, grabs her drink and walks over to Danny Trejo’s table. He’s seated with what seems to be a small group of friends or maybe family. He smiles as she approaches.
(Erica): No fuking way man, it’s such an honor.
Trejo stands and reaches out to shake Erica’s hand.
(Danny Trejo): My pleasure, my pleasure…you’ve been making a name for yourself out there.
(Erica): Si, estoy tratando, señor. Pero no todas peinsan eso.
(Danny Trejo): Si, si, pero tienes que hacer tu propio camino.
Erica nods, feeling the love and appreciation. She almost wants to tear up again feeling the recognition.
(Erica): I appreciate you saying that.
(Danny Trejo): Go, enjoy yourself…I’m going to get back to my friends. Just wanted to say hello, got my eyes on you kid.
(Erica): Gracis por todo señor. If you ever want to catch a show, just call the off and let me know. They’re not big on too many celebrities, but I’ll make it happen, I promise.
Danny laughs and gives Erica a hug, she nods to his guests excusing herself and goes back to her table with her drink and downs it in one go.
(Erica): Fuk yeah! That’s what I’m talking about…Nothing’s going to stop me now!
She continues her meal on a high against the backdrop of the beautiful Pacific as the scene fades to black.
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