She was ready to get the day started. Everything still hurt. Even taking in her first deep breath was painful as her bruised ribs expanded in her chest. She used her left arm to push herself up in bed, then reached behind her to adjust the pillow which seemed like a chore in and of itself. Her right arm was in pain and she pulled the sling off and threw it across the room. Looking down at her leg in its big, clunky boot her anger grew rapidly. She grimaced as she turned her body and scooted to the edge of the bed lifting up on her good leg and hobbled her way to the bathroom. Her body was ridged and inflexible, her tendons and tightened muscles screamed for release.
(Erica): I’m so fuking stiff, Ese! This is what coma patients feel like and shit. At least the lights are motion sensored…one less thing for me to strain myself with.
She looked in the mirror at her healing cuts, the stitches in her forehead, and the bruises covering her arms, her back, torso, and legs.
(Erica): He did this! Made a mockery of me, once again. Look at me!
She looked over at the shower, at the plastic seat and handrails, huffed and shook her head.
(Erica): I had to get a cripples room, look at this shit. Bars everywhere just so I can balance myself. I can’t even stand up. Ni siquiera puedo lavarme el culo.
Her fist balled up and she wanted to punch the mirror. She hated the sight of what she was looking at. She was the visage of someone who had just made refuge in a abused women’s shelter, having escaped an abusive relationship. She slide the shower door open and turned the water on, the steam began to rise in the room and the camera shifted as she started to undressed as not to show her full nudity. She grunted as she grabbed the handrail for support as she stepped into the shower. He boot his the side of the frame and she yelp in pain looking down at it in anger.
(Erica): Pinche cabron!
She turns and sat down on the shower seat and it disgusted her.
(Erica): Mirame, like some old fuking lady. They said they’d get someone to assist me, carry my bags, even help me shower.
She scoffs….
(Erica): I said…great…why don’t you get Hans he’s already had his fingers in my
Coño.
She shakes her head, the water cascading down her body. It took her 30 minutes to shower. Twisting, turning, grunting, stretching her body beyond what it wished to do, but the hot water helped. Finally, out of the shower, she couldn’t stand any further and sat down in her wheelchair, of which she had two.
(Erica): Fuking insurance wouldn’t let me have an electric one. Said I didn’t qualify….fuk them bitches eh! You see what he did to me? Do you like what you see Hans? Don’t worry gringo, I’m not starting shit, I’m just asking a question so everyone can see what a piece of shit you are. I Know you’re getting off right now seeing me in pain and suffering. I don’t give a shit, I’ve been fuked up before, but I get back up every time. Don’t any of you bitches think that the Mexican Nightmare is down and out. I’m just down, but I ain’t going nowhere.
She unlocks her boot and we see the terrible bruising of her foot and ankle that travels all the way up parts of her calf and shin. She can’t flex her toes, she barely even feels her foot. She reaches down in serious pain wiping water away. It’s taxing and she lifts up out of breath before leaning down and finishing. She wheels out back to the bedroom where she had left clothes out the night prior. Fortunately underwear was easy and sportswear wasn’t too bad either, and comfortable. She slid the pants over her leg, put her boot back on and leaned back like she had just finished a million house chores.
(Erica): I probably should have taken it off for the shower, but fuk it. Let me say something to the fans of HWA. I don’t get emotional too often but, I feel I owe it to you open up and share a part of me I’ve never really shared before, so please…hear me out.
Erica adjusts herself in her seat looking into the camera. There’s a serious yet somber look on her face as we look at her paintless as she used to be.
(Erica): Fuk you! Fuk all of you! Joder a todas y cada una de ustedes! A woman gets sexually assaulted, a company protects him, he drags my good name through the mud, he gets to try and end my career in the ring, and all the while you people chant “You Deserve It.” I said it Havoc and I’ll say it again…when I heal up. It’s “YOU” who are going to get what “YOU” deserve pendejos! I promise you that, and I keep my promises.
Erica is visibly upset. She wheels around the room to the other side of the bed and grabs her suitcase, stuffing in the remaining of her clothes in the front and back zipper compartments.
(Erica): Let’s talk about Havoc then huh? Sarah you delusion bitch. You couldn’t even beat Michelle again this time, and you challenge mi Maestro? You’re not worth his time, but I’m glad he accepted. He’d going to fuking bury you. You think because once upon a time, you whipped out some your jiu jitsu bullshit, and flipped him to the ground that you can take him? I can’t wait to see you try.
Erica sighs and dips her head just slightly shaking it back and for slowly.
(Erica): Michelle….everyone’s favorite little HWA darling. You only got a win because Sarah was too busy worrying about mi Maestro instead of wiping the mat with you, which she could easily do. Why are you even still here? Haven’t you discovered by now that you’re not gonna be big in this sport? You’re not tough, you can’t wrestle, you sure you’re in the right company? Maybe you should have been in WWE, Vince apparently likes you little blonde things, you should have gone there and maybe you’d be something that resembles a wrestler by now, pushed to the spotlight con su polla en tu boca. Now you’re stuck with Sean and his busted up leg. You make me sick, and if you’re around when I get better I’m going to fuk you up…just because I’m sick of seeing your face and hearing you whiney, wholesome white girl, voice. But hey…speaking of Sean….
A smile breaks on her face and she begins to chuckle until she grasps at her rips in pain.
(Erica): Hey Sean, how’s that leg huh? You flying Fuk…thought you were invincible huh? Mandy’s the new Oprah…she had you ####ers up there in that interview all crying. Doctors tell you to rehab your witty bitty knee or you’ll surgery. It’s what you get. Or to steal a line “I” made famous… “You Deserve It” you privileged punk! Uncles favorite! Sean “Protected” Parker that’s who you are. Protected when you went off on Jeremy at the academy, protected when you mouthed off to official, protected when you snapped your fingers and get put into a match with a wrestling Icon and Legend like Fallen, as if you had any right. I hope your knee swells to the size of Elephant balls and you spend the rest of your career looking like a circus freak instead of a wrestler.
Erica wiggles her finger.
(Erica): Don’t think I forgot about you Matty! Did you really think just because you carried the company these past years against a bunch of trainees and nobodies, with a few sprinklings of real talent they brought in…that you’d really stand the test against mi Maestro? The biggest star this company has ever had chico? You thought you’d take him out and people see you as legit, but what did it get you? Nothing! Your career is over. You’ll never wrestle again Matt, do you hear me? Hey, your own boyfriend said it….you’re the new Bret Hart. Your about to start getting old, and pudgy, and bitter because everyone else is doing what you wished you could be. What are going to do now go sit at commentary and let your sensei go back to the academy? You can’t be trainer because you can’t get in the ring. Mi Maestro took you, and took your that dragon inside you and stomped the fire out. How’s it feel not to have even a spark left? If I were you, I’d go home and be a house boy for Jeremy. This business isn’t for you, it’s going to be too painful, to sad for you to be here. Hey…you’re gonna look like some street bum smelling food from afar knowing you can’t have any, and every time I see you I’m going to eat right in front of your face.
Erica laughs again, and yet again holds her ribs.
(Erica): Jeremy, mijo…..don’t do it! Don’t go down that road with mi Maestro…it won’t end good. Look at Sean, look at Matt…your trio is dead. The New Blood, it’s all dead, just accept it. You don’t have what it takes to make it on your own, you always had Matt and Sean and they’re gone now, and you’re mad…I get it. Pero, no es mi problema. It’s not my problem, until you get in mi Matestro’s face. Then it is my problem. Look at the nightmare reality Matt is facing, do you want a Mexican Nightmare to have to deal with too?
Erica wheels around the bed to the nightstand and grabs her watch, bracelets, and jewelry putting them all on.
(Erica): (Erica): Oh, and Rain….I don’t know what’s going through your head chica but you may want to sort that out. Liliana and Brair are trying to help you. No seas estúpida! Your old man wants you on his leash, I’m not sure you know which way to go. You better decide soon, mija… porque esas chicas…they just might decide for you.
You know what, I’m getting out of here. I don’t have shit else to say to the rest of you really. You’re all slobbering like dogs with that Ring Master announcement. HWA Championship belt coming back into play. I can’t wait to see the disappointment on all your faces when mi Maestro or I wins. We haven’t gotten anything we deserve, so it’s time to take it. This fuking boot won’t hold me back for long and my mission is clear. I will make a path to and through that tournament con mi Maestro, and the rest of you puede besarnos el culo!
Erica gets the sling back on her arm, pulls her luggage tote onto her lap and wheels to the door, exiting, ready to leave Phoenix behind as the scene fades to black.
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