She understood, she respected him…he was probably the only person in this fuking company she respected and while she didn’t think he had lost his edge…she did miss DreamMaster a bit. It was a little confusing his situation, but she had to imagine that both had been guiding her, both had taken her under their wings and to her they were the difference between nature vs. nurture, and perhaps she needed or wanted both.
In any case, the bus was quite now, each retreating into their own thoughts. The downtime she had experienced over the past month since her match with Hans had made her a social media junkie. Something inside compelled her to read comments from fans and in the media about her. Something inside of her needed validation, but she found little nourishment from most commentary. It was rather the opposite, fuel tossed onto the fire raging inside of her. She sat on the side sofa going through Youtube clips and memes all over the internet. Someone had made a .GIF of her at the end of her match with Hans tapping the mat in tears on loop, but it was the comments that stoked her that were still circulating over it, thousands of views at this point.
“Look at her…LOL…no one deserves it more!”
“James Brown said it best….This Is a Man’s World!”
“Me da vergüenza llamarme latina. Ella es una vergüenza.”
“DAMNNNNNN…he broke her leg and her spirit.”
“Erleben Sie die Kraft echter deutscher Ingenieurskunst.”
Her blood was heating, nostrils flared and she continue to scroll as if she couldn’t stop.
“I’d still fuk her! Likes me dem nasty bitches!”
“She needs Jesus!”
“I know they test for drugs but do they test for STD’s too? She bled all over him, it got in his mouth…Ugh!”
“FAKE NEWS….they went out for drinks after this like all the wrestlers do.”
“As a therapist, I feel for her. She obviously needs a better support system that what she has.”
On and on the comments went between this video and that that. There were thousands and she’d never seen them all but over the weeks had become obsessed with them. Maniac had advised her not to reciprocate…he told her that “…ridicule is a part of what we do and it’s not a path you want to go down.” She hadn’t responded, but he also meant ignoring all the noise which she simply couldn’t do…she had to look, she needed to look. Even know he glanced over seeing the light illuminate her face in the dark and she didn’t try to hide it, grateful he just let it go for now. The comments from Havoc were growing too.
“Loved Jeremy shoving her ass…I wish he broke her other leg.”
“Great, now Mandy is a damn nursemaid?”
“Guess Michelle’s filling in her for her crippled ass saving her Maestro….LOL”
She itched to respond and got up walking to the back of the bus to the restroom. She opened her app and as quietly as she could put out a little statement, speaking low.
(Erica): Tu pendejos think it’s funny eh? You have no idea how much pain I’m in, my neck, my back, my ankle…eat shit fukers. Havoc was fuked and you all know it. Jeremy and Sarah cornering mi Maestro, taking advantage because they know he didn’t have full back-up. That’s ok….I’m have one little surgery left and day by day I’ll be getting better and he’s going to have all the back-up he needs. When I heal, you’re all going to get what you deserve, I’m going to make you eat your own words.
She peeks her head out the bathroom door, checking that she hasn’t made noticeable noise and closes it shut again.
(Erica): Michelle, nobody asked you for help Puta! Stay your ass out of our business, I can take care of mi Maestro without you. He might have thanked you and I hope you were listening…he thinks you can save your pathetic friends….I don’t think you can. After tonight, you don’t have any friends. You don’t even have fans, everybody hates your ass. That’s what you get you ditzy blonde bitch.
All you holier than though bullshit doesn’t mean shit does it? They boooed your ass, they turned on you the minute you stepped out of their little line and all you could do was cry like a little bitch. Just wait mija, you, Sarah, Sean, Jeremy…you’re not done crying I promise you that.
Jeremy, you’re no better than your hero Hans. All those tapes you watched on him…you learned to abuse women just like him. I’m handicap and you shove me out of the only mode of mobility I have to the floor. You’re showing your true colors now that Matty-boy is out! You’ll be next, you’re going to join him on the pity list. It couldn’t happen to two better guys and Michelle and Sean, and Sarah can join you.
She’s mindful of how long she’s taking, there’s so much more she has to say but it isn’t the time and she wants to get back but has one more thing to say.
(Erica): Hey Mr. Miyagi, you old Jap-####er…at Blood, Sweat and Tears when you and Hans get in the ring…why don’t you put your money where you’re mouth is. I was a student right, you say you cared right…honor and all that shit? Dedicate this match to me! I earned it, I worked my ass off for your and you never gave me shit. You put all your praise and effort on Sean, and Sarah and Michelle, and Matt. Your precious Matt is done, Sean is out for now, Michelle can’t wrestle, and Sarah’s a nobody…I’m all you got to prove your training is even worth a fuk…so dedicate this match to me.
You owe it to me to avenge me for what Hans did to me. You didn’t believe me then, you didn’t protect me then, you turned a blind eye like everybody else….do this for me now and I’ll forgive you Ese. Don’t deny me again, or I’ll make you regret it…I promise you! Oh, and you trolls out there with your little comments and memes of my match with Hans. Eat my pinche culo!
Erica ends and publishes the video and returns to her seat on the sofa, slogging along with her foot boot in agony again. She sits down lifting her leg up and leans back, letting a bit of sleep welcome her as the scene fades to black.
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