(Erica): Que guapo Hans! Looking at the background in your video, I take it you were at home which means that brujah wasn’t too far behind and within earshot. I understand there’s only so much you can say in front of her. Don’t you see, I can liberate you from her shackles. A man like you shouldn’t have to hide himself, and cover up for the sake of some dumb bytch. You’re a saint for putting up with her, but you don’t have to any more…I’m here. All week long people have been asking my I did what I did at Havoc to “poor Vanessa.”
Erica takes the last draw of her cigarette, takes it from her mouth and shoves it in the sand beside her.
(Erica): It’s simple, she was in the way. Just like Alexis, Michelle, and Sarah were in the way and I’ve been taught by mi Maestro that when someone or something is in your way you don’t ask politely for them to move, you move them yourself. Before the reunion when HWA was coming back, I was at the old training facility. A bunch of us in the ring training, being lied to and dicked around by Mr. Miyagi and I saw her come in. You were just a few steps behind. It was the first time I saw you in person. You looked over at us and we made eye contact and you smiled and nodded at me before going into the office with Butch and Wisdom. At first I thought you were just being friendly, but the more I thought about it I felt that spark, and I knew we had a connection. I didn’t see you for a long time after that, but I saw her. Prancing around preparing to reprise her old job at commentary. Chatting it up with Wisdom about what she was going to wear to the reunion, how you were taking her shopping for something nice, bla, bla, fuking, bla!
Erica reaches into her little cooler and pulls out a large mason jar, where she’s made a margarita, unscrews the top and sips on it.
(Erica): Mmmm, damn that’s good. Don’t worry, I’ll make you one sometime papi. Anyway, I’ve seen the bytch around ever since and I knew from the start she didn’t deserve you. It wasn’t until the Reunion when something peaked my interest. Besides seeing you looking all GQ. I mean, those shoulders and that broad chest really know how fill a suit, ya know? It was when Thane Givens got up there and said a few words. And you said I’m seeing ghosts…did you see her fuking face? I has to be like, what…maybe 7 or 8 years old with what he was talking about so I didn’t know too much about shit from way back then, but thank god for that ginormous video library. I looked her up and I understood.
She drinks some more margarita and adjusts her umbrella as the sun has shifted position just a little.
(Erica): I get why you’re with her. You feel sorry for her. You’re like her caretaker, not her husband. The bytch is ate up in the head. Don’t you see you’re like a support animal to her. Un perro pequeno, y nada mas por ella. She’s got you on a leash and you don’t even know it, but I’m going to set you free, just you wait and see. In fact…
Erica takes her phone and briefly changes screens to make a video call. The phone rings and moments later we see Vanessa. She’s not looking at the screen and had just picked up, her hands full of bags and handing the valet a couple dollars. It adjusts, just enough that we can see Hans in the driver seat as she starts to make her way around to the passenger side finally looking at her phone.
(Vanessa): Hello?
Vanessa’s eyes widen as she sees Erica on her screen.
(Erica): Que pasa chica? Raiding Hans’ wallet again I see, what you got there, zapatos, vestidos, some shit from Sephora?
(Vanessa): What do you want Erica?
(Erica): Good, the direct approach. I want your man! I want to give him the things he deserves, treat him the way un hombre should be treated.
(Vanessa): I don’t have time for this nonsense, goodbye.
(Erica): Bytch, you hand up on me and I’ll make sure you have to wear a wig next time I see you. Escuchame pendeja, you’re nothing, you’re some fuked up ##### that somehow landed one of the good ones and has him on a short leash.
Vanessa is looking pissed off at the screen.
(Vanessa): You know what little girl, you’re the one who’s fuked up. I’m sorry for the things you went through, I know losing your family had to have been really hard for a young woman, but it doesn’t give you the right to…
(Erica): Callete…you don’t know shit about my family. You don’t know what its like to lose half your damn family the way I did, all you every lost was a baby on some fuking church steps.
Vanessa gasps. Erica’s words striking exceptionally hard. She feels paralyzed, as tears start in her eyes.
(Erica): Look at you, you’re pathetic. You don’t deserve him. What are you late, late 30’s, early 40’s…you haven’t even had any kids. That ship has sailed. A man like that needs to spread his seed.
Erica rubs her hand over her face, and across her chest in her bikini, seductively.
(Erica): He can spread it all over me, he can spread it in me and I’ll give him children. Family is important to me, and I’ll see his name, his legacy live on…all you’re doing is watching it shrivel up and die. What kind of woman are you? Hans is a decent man, a good man, he’s smart, he’s sexy, he’s passionate, and you don’t bring shit to the table, do you?
Suddenly Vanessa just hangs up the call. She is shuddering. She hurriedly gets in the car and Hans looks over at her seeing the state she’s in. Back on the beach, Erica looks at her phone whose screen has gone black.
(Erica): Fuking bytch, truth hurts doesn’t it? Doesn’t matter, I’ll see you at Havoc Vanessa, I’ll be ringside after all and you better call that match right. None of your bias bullshit talk against mi Maestro. I better hear some respect en tu boca pendeja!
Erica takes a decent chug of her margarita and gets up coming from under her large umbrella, the hot summer sun on her and the Malibu beach in front of her. She’s keen on getting her feet wet and taking a little dip as she looks up at the sky and sun and smiles.
(Erica): Erica Martinez-von Richtoven! Yeah, I like the sound of that.
Erica heads off towards the water as the scene fades to black.
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