(Maniac): Bias indeed you bastard, especially with this situation with your German lap dog Hans.
Maniac empties the glass and makes another drink as he continues watching the latest going on in HWA. Outside the estate a truck stopped at the large gate and out hopped Erica. The driver inside pulling adjusting his pants pulling them back up awkwardly in his seat. She spits and wipes her mouth as she walks up to the gate and enters the code. The gate swings open and she enters without a backward glance as the truck pulls away. The crunch of the fall leaves underfoot was soothing in a way as she made her way up the drive. Raging would be a good enough word to describe her mood since leaving the hospital after Havoc. She had got her mother back home who begged her to stay a while, but only managed an extra day. She wasn’t angry with her, but it wasn’t her company or her comfort that she needed…it was her maestro’s.
His lawyer had taken care of things in Boston, and she never wanted to see that fuking city again after what happened to her there. After a little time alone, it was off to New York. A quick hitchhike from the road outside the airport and here she was. She didn’t need to do it, but she wanted to. A reasonably good-looking truck driver, and an opportunity for human contact was just as good as a shot of a tequila at the moment. She made her way to the front door and rang the bell. Higgins the butler opens the door and upon seeing her shows her the way in and leads her to Maniac in the lounge. Upon seeing her Maniac puts down his drink and stands up. He hold his arms out to her.
(Maniac): Erica my dear, come to Maestro.
She drops her bag on the floor and rushes over to him, wrapping her arms around him. She wanted to cry but fighted the tears back. She pulls away from him looking him up and down.
(Erica): I’m sorry it took me so long, for the radio silence. Are you ok? Let me see.
She grabs his arms looking at the remaining bandages and healing up cuts on him.
(Erica): I should have been there, but they…they tried to fuking lock me up…can you believe it? Gracias, gracias por todo.
Maniac laughs and shrugs.
(Maniac): Same old injures, I'll be fine. How are you? I can't imagine what you've been through but I promise you Erica we will make that bastard pay.
Maniac leads Erica to the bar and sits her down before heading behind the bar. He grabs his glass on the way and takes another drink.
(Maniac): Can I make you a drink? Also, have you seen the card for Havoc? If not you should check it out.
She looks at the bar, for what she didn’t know…anything with a proof would do her.
(Erica): Anything…doesn’t matter.
She sits down and glances over at the television where the press conference is still playing, her eyes and ears fix on Butch’s words as he talks about how glad he is “things have finally come out into the open.” She shakes her head listening to him.
(Erica): Él está mintiendo. He’s fuking lying maestro! Es una mierda! When was he expecting this match he granted to take place…a year from now? They planned this. They plotted against me. He gave Hans that match when for all anyone knew at the time I was expecting. What was he going to do…force a pregnant woman into a match on live television? He’s never given a shit about me. All he cares about his is friends and his fuking nephew.
Anger hadn’t been far from the surface the last few days, and it rose quickly as she slammed her fist down on the counter.
(Erica): I’m going to make them pay, all of them.
Maniac smiles and just hands her a bottle of tequila.
(Maniac): You don't need a glass. And yes we will make them all pay, we can use this coming Havoc to our advantage. As well as the forbidden door Hans has opened. Sarah Callahan, heeeyyy boo.
Maniac mocks Sarah's speech and motions as he says the last part.
(Maniac): You know Sarah, believe it or not I like you. You got some spunk and I'll admit you can throw one hell of a punch so how about this, when Hans Von Richtoven vs. Erica Martinez goes down how about we add Sarah Callahan vs. Maniac added to the card? I really enjoyed splattering you in the cement in Chicago and I'd love to do it again in the ring, get back at me guuuurllll.
Maniac once again mocks Sarah as he finishes talking. Erica cracks the first smile she’s legitimately had in days. She opens her phone doing as her maestro suggested and looks up the card for Havoc as she takes a swig of the tequila. She rolls her eyes and scoffs.
(Erica): You see, didn’t waste any time throwing me into the ring did you Jefe? Está bien! Está totalmente bien. Fuk it…I look forward the match. I have all those little bitches in there at the same time. Sarah, Alexis and Michelle, fuk ‘em, you just signed off on their demise!
She looks back over at Maniac.
(Erica): I’m going to use this to my advantage just like you said….I’m go to…
She pauses looking down at the rest of the card.
(Erica): Wait…you and Hans at Havoc? What the fuk? Maestro, did you see this? This is exactly what I’m talking about. They’re doing this shit on purpose, trying to punish us. We never did anything to them. I busted my ass for years, for free and they didn’t lift a fuking finger to help me. You…a goddamn legend graces them with a comeback and what do you get but everyone’s cold shoulder. They can’t get away with this. I hope you do get that match, in fact they better make it whether she likes it or not. I want to see you finish laying her ass out once and for all. Let’s see you run your mouth then puta, when the maestro has it wired shut.
Maniac laughs and nods as he takes another drink.
(Maniac): I did see it, and to be honest with you Erica I can't wait. Hans has had my name in his mouth like it was Butch's dik and at Havoc he thought he was going to face you.
Maniac throws his head back laughing hysterically.
(Maniac): I wish I could have been there to see his face when he first saw the card, expecting you but instead got me who he thought he'd have time to toy with by running his mouth every chance he gets. Pathetic bastard went as far as playing old footage of Vanessa complementing him in bed, maybe during the honeymoon faze Hans but as of late...well you can see it plain as day on Vanessa's face. She wished she just stayed with Thane.
Maniac shrugs and finishes his drink, making himself another.
(Erica): That’s what he does…plays games. What did he think he was teasing me with her little orgasm clip? That puta could be satisfied by Hornswoggle’s verga pequeno!
Erica’s thoughts trace back to Havoc as she takes another swig herself.
(Erica): He used her ya know maestro, mi madre? Fed her those lies about me and brought her there to the ppv, embarrassing her in front of the world. Did you see the look on her face when he said el jefe gave him the match he asked for? She came thinking she was helping me and he lied to her face, looked her in the eyes and lied then sprung that shit on her… “Oh by the way, thanks for coming…I don’t really want your daughter to get help, I want to fight her.” He did this to me, he touched me, flirted with me, he created this scenario. He thinks he’s going to get away with it but he’s wrong. Havoc is going to be our night. El jefe… you want to bring things to the light, we’ll bring it to the light. We’ll bring it all to the light. Maestro, you’re going to expose Hans, and just when he thinks he’s got me right where he wants me…that is when he's going to realize I’m far, far from finished. This ends on our terms, when we say its finished….just like you did with their precious Matt.
Maniac smiles at the thought of what he and Erica will do at Havoc.
(Maniac): Oh yes, and what a night it will be Erica. Hans, you piece of shit you think this is over don't you? You think that your buddy Butch is going to sweep this all under the rug don't you? Hate to burst your bubble but you don't get to just walk away, you know Hans…Butch isn't the only one who can get addresses.
Maniac smiles as he has up a piece of paper.
(Maniac): Maybe just maybe I give this to Erica, or maybe I'll just let DreamMaster visit Vanessa. What do you think Hans?
Maniac stares into the camera as his eyes burn red as Erica comes up behind him putting her head on his shoulder with a demented smile on her face, and starts singing "We've Only Just Begun" by the Carpenters as the scene fades to black.
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