It was an unexpected encounter. Erica had come face to face with DreamMaster. In her desperation for her Maestro to strengthen himself, to be the man he had been, to sharpen his edge once again she welcomed Jeremy’s challenge to him to bring DreamMaster to Blood, Sweat and Tears. She knew that once reunited, his reluctance would fade and the two would get back to business and take things to even greater heights. She was transfixed by him, he fed off her anger, her frustration, the boiling rage inside her and when he commanded her to kiss him she did so willingly. She gave herself to him, mind, body and soul all for her Maestro, yet…little had she known that after leaving her bloodied on the floor, battered and unconscious from a "Sweet Death" (Fireman's Carry into High Impact Reverse DDT)…he would have taken her offerings literally and figuratively.
She awakened on the floor of the room to utter silence. The crackle of broken glass the only sound as she began to move, slowly pulling herself up. She looked around the room in a bit of a daze as her vision cleared and it had been trashed. Her pants and panties were still down around her ankles, her loins sore for his penetrating thrusts and she began to pull herself together. What would her Maestro think when he sees her, sees this room? How could she begin to explain what had happened? Somewhere between embarrassment, fear and even a bit of delight she did the only thing she could think of….she ran. Slipping out of Maniac’s estate in the wee hours of the night, she found herself to an Uber, to the airport, back home to Los Angeles hours later, then to her car, and to her house and could barely recall the journey. Her goddamn ankle hurt again, from being tossed around, everything else hurt on her body as well, and for the first time she noticed the pain that had been there since DreamMaster’s attack.
The Next Day, 6 days before Blood, Sweat and Tears
6:46 a.m. PT and she knew her Maestro was up by now, he’d be starting his day and expecting to see her and….just as the thought entered her mind her phone rang. “Maestro” flashed on the screen that she didn’t need to read to know who was calling her. Her finger moved over the button to swipe and accept the call but it quivered terribly and she withdrew her hand setting her phone down. She couldn’t face him right now, she couldn’t face anything. All she wanted to do was crawl up and go to sleep, and so she did. She stripped off her clothes, tossing them to the floor and crawled right up in bed.
The Day After That, 5 days before Blood, Sweat and Tears
Somehow she had managed to sleep through to the next day…way into the next day. She looked at the clock that red 3:11 p.m., and wondered how the hell could it be the next day and this late? How had she lost over 24 hrs? She got out of bed, noticing the small specs of blood on the sheets. She should have showered yesterday but she was so overwhelmingly tired, she couldn’t help but just plop down on the bed. She looked at her arms and legs that had small cuts all over them, there was still small pieces of glass embedded in her hair. She thought she’d shower and return her Maestro’s call from yesterday. She couldn’t ignore him forever. She had left her luggage in the living room and as she left the bedroom to retrieve it, it was not there. Did she put it away, she thought. Of course not, she didn’t do anything yesterday. She literally came in and went to bed.
(Erica): Maestro?
She called out to Maniac, tentatively, a strange uncertainty, almost a fear-like sensation came over her as she tried to piece together what was going on. She looked into the kitchen and dishes were in the sink, a cup on the counter next to a bottle of tequila, and across the room the blinds to the outside patio doors was open. He’d never even been to her house, but perhaps he was worried. She called out once again?
(Erica): Maestro?
There was no reply. She looked at her phone and saw that she had several missed calls, two from her mother, and all the others from her Maestro. He had left messages and if he had been here, or was temporarily out and returning she had best pull herself together. She went to the bathroom and turned the shower on, peeled her panties and bra off that clung to the sweat on her body and took a deep breath as she looked into the mirror.
(????????): Hello!
She leapt back from the mirror slamming into the wall behind her, and for just a moment saw a flash of red in her own eyes in the mirror before her head shot back, her body went rigid, her muscled tightening as if she was having a seizure, and moments later she exhaled, body completely relaxing. Gripping the edge of the sink as she sucked in air having involuntarily held her breath in those moments. Her head raised facing the mirror again and she saw herself, but not herself. It was though she was there inside, her arms did not move as commanded, she could not speak, she was a spectator of her herself, and the red glow came as her eyes looked at herself in the mirror.
(DreamMaster): You’ll adjust…in time!
DreamMaster’s hands moved across his new body. Gently examining every molecule of skin. Cupping and feeling the heft of the breast, the curve of the female form at the hips, fingers grazing the manicured pubic hair and feeling the outer and inner lips of the vagina, thumb and forefinger pinching the clitoris. This was going to be fun!
(DreamMaster): Far too long have I wasted away within the diminishing resources of the Romanos, but you…you my dear have restored me and I shall reward you. We will renew your training with your true Maestro. I will give you everything you ever wanted. The instrument of chaos, the new face of fear, we will destroy your enemies and anyone that gets in our way.
This was surreal, but she began to understand the depth of the situation. It was hard to remember, but she vaguely recalled a similar sensation a day ago. Did she black out? Is that how she lost time when he….did he take her? Never did she imagine this, how did…
(DreamMaster): How did we become one? The better question is why?
DreamMaster looks at his hands, feeling them for the first time, examining every line, every joint and bend. She was the voice inside her own head, the subconscious to the conscious and yet in control was DreamMaster. As he felt, so did she. She felt his strength, it was…intoxicating. She felt a burning core of indescribable sensations. It was freedom…the door to everything inside her was opened and nothing was going to hold her back.
(DreamMaster): For years I protected them…Maniac and Antonio, Freakshow and Santino…and then you came along. I visited you when you first stayed at his estate. I could see within your soul, your dreams, and almost a victim…you became something more, something to nourish me, something to mold.
(Erica): I don’t und…
(DreamMaster): Good, good…yes…use your voice…speak to me. You don’t understand how this works? It’s simple…I am here when you need me, I am here when you want me, more importantly…I am here when I want to be, our sensational symbiosis.
They stared in the mirror at themselves an amalgamation of senses and emotions as two married into one.
The Day of Blood, Sweat and Tears
The arena is in an uproar as they leave the ring but Erica has never felt better. That fuking knee walker, the ankle boot…that shit was over and it was time to get back to business. The look on Maniac’s face was about as they had expected. They’d talk with him, he’d come to understand the way of things. Jeremy…with any luck, they hoped to never see him or Matt again. All of HWA felt like theirs now, it was or would be anyway…and no one was going to stop them.
As soon as they entered the backstage area they lit a cigarette, much to the offense of officials shouting orders to put it out. They ignored them as they headed down the hall, bypassing the locker room straight to the lobby of the stadium and out onto the streets where a gathering of fans without tickets were crowded. A walk was in order and the moment they were spotted they swarm began. They hated her and DreamMaster sucked it all up like a Dementor out of Harry Potter. Erica relished in it herself…it was attention. The wrestling world now had its eyes on here where they’ve belong all this time. No longer would she be ignored. The fans were rowdy, but didn’t physically engage them and minutes later as the rounded the long block of the stadium sirens blared and an ambulance pulled out of the stadium. They smiled, and as it turned out onto the street they could see through the small windows a brief glimpse of Matt inside, obviously with Jeremy who was out of sight and they knew that this was only the beginning as the scene fades to black.
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