(Erica): No, fuk that…driver keep going.
(Driver): I’m sorry miss, I have to make my next stop.
(Erica): I don’t care, I’ll ride along.
(Driver): I can’t do that ma’am, it’s not allowed. I have to drop you here at your registered stop. I could lose my job.
(Erica): “I could lose my job!”
She scrunches up her face mocking him in a condescending tone.
(Erica): Just let me the fuk out, then….hurry up!
The driver exited the van and opened the side sliding door. The noise of the lift slowly lowering her in her wheel chair from the van to the ground whined in the air and reporters approached flashing cameras and spouting off questions. The driver looked at her with understanding by sympathy that he couldn’t help further, and she flipped him off as the swarm began.
(Reporter): Ms. Martinez, what can you tell us about your recovery? How long will you be out of action?
(Reporter): How do you feel about the public consensus that you “got what you deserve” as fans cheered and has gone viral since?
(Reporter): Ms. Martinez you didn’t seem to show any remorse for your actions at Havoc, in fact you said and I quite…. “I liked it!” How do you think your peers will respond?
The front door was so close and seemed like it was miles away as question after question was thrown at her. She felt like a net on a tennis court with balls coming at her from all sides. She hurriedly wheeled her way up the side ramp ignoring every question as she tried to get inside. At the head of the ramp her path was blocked by yet another reporter shoving a mic in her face.
How did feel being in the ring with the man whom you claimed to have feeling for but terrorized for months, having him extract the level of injury on that he did?
Erica lifts her head up looking at the reporter and sighs. She wasn’t getting past her without answering her question, the bitch had the damn way blocked. Erica sighed and waved her forward. She leaned to her side, reaching behind her looking as if to adjust the pillow behind her as she winces in pain, most awkward moves still hurting like hell. In one swift move she flings her hand back and slaps the reporter across the face with a sickening squash knocking her back into the door. Gasps and the reporters scream is heard as she realizes Erica has pulled her sanitary pad out and slapped her with it. It stuck to her face with a little blood now trickling out from the sides of it.
(Erica): Se siente como esa puta!
Erica smiles as the reporter screams, and screams some more shaking uncontrollably as it falls off her face in disgust. Erica wheels past her and heads inside the clinic. Unaware of the incident outside she’s greeted by the staff and is shown to a private room. Before she can adjust her seat a therapist is knocking at the door ready to see her. She wanted a man, but her was this ditzy blonde bitch skipping in like she snorted a line of coke, eyes big and mouth extra smiley.
(Therapist): Erica Martinez right? Nice to meet you Erica, I’m Cindy Moore and I’ll be taking care of your today okay? I can see you’re not feeling so great huh? Tell me what brings you in today.
Her voice was so fuking annoying and bubbly…she was Michelle 2.0. Erica took a deep breath trying to keep calm.
(Erica): I was involved with this guy and things went south, he did this to me.
Cindy’s mouth goes wide, her eyebrows go up in empathy and her hand goes to her chest.
(Cindy): I want you to know you’re safe here Erica, here is where you and I will continue your healing process okay? We received your examination records from a hospital in Fairbanks, Alaska dated December 18th, I take it that’s when the injuries occurred?
(Erica): That’s right.
Cindy’s glancing over the record again, muttering to herself.
(Cindy): …Avulsion Fracture in the left ribcage, rather serve lateral malleolus and talus fracture. Oh my….
She holds looks at an image of an Xray where it’s clear to see that her ankle must have been if not completely turned around in the opposite direction with extreme force. Given the nature of the injury she didn’t press for questions.
(Cindy): …there’s a few minor things, superficial bruising, a small ligament tear, a few muscle strains…but those will largely be handled through general therapy. What I’m going to work with you in is what we call Intensive Physical Therapy…you noted in your application that it was important that you get back to work as soon as possible am I correct?
Cindy nods her head in that dumb way people do answering their own question that’s already been stated.
(Erica): Yes, its very important.
(Cindy): I understand, and we’re going to get you there but I have to tell you it’s not going to be easy, even for someone in as good a shape as you appear to be.
(Erica): It doesn’t matter, I’ll do it. It’s just fuking pain…tell ne what to do and I’ll do it.
A little taken back by her choice of words, the therapist presses on. She spent a few mor minutes getting some additional details and discussed a plan of action for her care and other team members who would be involved in the process. About two hours later Erica was leaving, again in that goddamn access van, but at least there was no media around waiting. The day had been tiring and she knew she wasn’t supposed to but the moment she got home she wheeled herself down the road a few blocks to a local dive bar. She just wanted something to take the edge off. Fuk it, she deserved it. She had listened to a few promos on the way over in the van and had a few things of her own to say. She found a nice corner off to the side, had a good flight of tequila shots in front of her and was ready to go, tossing the first of eight back.
(Erica): Sarah, you think you got jokes huh? Chupacabra? Chupacabra tu puta? You have no idea what you’re getting into do you? You think you and that Gracie bullshit and the little wrestling ability you have is going to get you anywhere it mi Maestro? No, you’re dumb, but you’re not that dumb so then you try and drag poor Mandy into it. Their relationship is none of your fuking business, and you better leave her alone. She’s family. You want me to keep my mouth shut, come make me. On my worst day I’m better than you’ll ever be on your best. I can’t wait for Havoc. He’s going to wipe the canvas with your ass and I’m going to enjoy watching every minute of it.
Almost as much as I’m going to enjoy watching Liliana and Briar get their hands on Michelle. Luna Rain, if I were you…I’d leave that bitch in the ring to fend for herself. As she’s going to do is use you like she does everybody else, hiding behind that fake-ass smile and innocent look on her face. Michelle doesn’t want to be your friend. Word is Alexis may be out with some injury, after Havoc you can definitely add Sarah to the list…she’s just trying to find someone else coattails to ride. She’s scared…do yourself a favor and leave her ass there. Sort this shit out, with you and the Blackthornes and get yourself back on track. As a matter of fact, why don’t you come back to New York with me after Havoc? Mi Maestro is always eager and gracious enough to meet new superstars. No offense, pero tu padre is no legend, and you just may learn something.
She pulls out a cigarette and lights it taking a few puffs before downing her second and third shots. She grimaces as she adjusts herself in pain.
(Erica): Ouch…my fuking leg, Ese! Just you wait, when this boot comes off, its on. The Mexican Nightmare is going to be all over some asses and guess what…Hans tried but he couldn’t get it done. He slowed me down, but he didn’t stop me. Nobody can, and…….goddamnit!
She had exerted a lot of herself today and the pain in her leg and body was catching up. She felt weak and pathetic and hated it. It pissed her off being vulnerable. She downed her last four shots all at once, nodded over to the barkeep to close her tab.
(Erica): Fuk it…I’ll see all you bitches at Havoc.
She publishes her quick little message and as she wheels herself out TMZ is reporting on her incident earlier in the day with that news reporter. They have footage of the slap, but blur out the sanitary pad and blood. Then there’s footage of the reporter getting into an ambulance just crying demanding in hysterics to be taken to Cedars for emergency detoxification. Erica cracks a smile, as she takes another puff from her cigarette and wheels out the door as the scene fades to black.
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