(Erica): Who the fuk you think you’re talking to pendejo? Huh? I thought you said you didn’t like bullies, must be because you want to be the only one….calling people outside their names and shit. You think you got jokes? You think you’re gonna slip in here and have these people cheer and clap because you think you’re funny?
This is the problem around here…people like you. You come in and get favoritism. I offered you some advice, I told you, you were coming in all wrong, told you to keep your creatures away out of concern for people’s safety…and what did you do…you call me Skanky Skink, or Skinky Skank…whatever the fuk is was.
People are staring as she rages at the top of her voice. One of the trainers comes over trying to bring her disturbance to her attention.
(Trainer): Ms. Martinez…perhaps you’d like to take your conversation to a private area?
Erica ignores him and continues ranting.
(Erica): (Erica): Who the fuk you think you are? Look at me…no respect for a woman. No respect for a person of the disabled community. I can’t wait to see Havoc. I can’t wait for Tobias to put you in your place tu pinche cuidador del zoológico! This isn’t WWE Ese, we don’t plant fukers in the audience and act like their noobs coming in to cheap shot a wrestler for laughs.
You’re actually just some dude off the streets for real and you’re stepping into our world chico blanco. You’re lucky you’re not in there with mi Maestro…he’d fuking murder you for talking to me with that disrespect. He’d rip your fuking lips off and make you kiss your own ass. You better watch your back!
Another trainer is now over with her and she’s surrounded by them and security. She rolls her eyes, looks back at the camera and flips Wolfy off before she ends the video message. She looks at everyone staring at her and yells out.
(Erica): (Eric): What? Cállate!
Erica grabs the wheels of her chair and rolls herself toward the front door, muttering under her breath.
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