(Maniac): Hello Erica, how have you been?
Across from him along the wall, Erica sits in a chair with her leg slung over the side, a butterfly knife in her hand as she picks at her nails, a cigarette dangling from her mouth.
(Erica): We're great, better than ever!
She looks around the room, remembering her last visit and the devastation left behind.
(Erica): You cleaned up quick!
Maniac doesn't take his eyes off of her. He knows better now since she's been possessed. He sees the knife glistening but shows no fear and takes another swig off of his bottle before talking.
(Maniac): We've got good help around here, Antonio knows the right people. Erica please…you have to get rid of that demon, I know it feels good but what it is inside you is not good. It's pure evil…trust me I know, just like I know that demon has no interest in your problems and definitely has no interest in helping you solve them. You're feeding him, your food and energy to him nothing more. It's like an energy leech, one you need to burn off as soon as possible.
Erica chuckles looking at him.
(Erica): We knew you'd say that. I thought you'd be happy for me. How long was he with you, years? Look what he's given you...you weren't even months into your career in HWA when he took you to another level. 20 years later you've held about every title there is, you're a fuking legend. That's everything I've wanted my entire life. Everything my brothers lived and died for, y mi padre. You want to take it away from me? You want to put me back on Parker's slow lane bullshit?
Maniac can feel it start to get tense, and he smiles as he raises his bottle to Erica and takes another drink. He then rolls over to where the hookah is and packs it with some weed. He beckons Erica over in a sign of peace.
(Maniac): I'm not trying to take anything away from you, Erica, you know that. You know I want to see you succeed and while you're half right with all that you just said, what you're wrong about is that demon didn't help me get to where I am I did the work. It just appears when it wants or is convenient when things work out in its favor.
(Erica): You know what your problem is…maybe you’ve lived with it so long you forget what it really feels like. He became a chronic condition for you, and you were used to it, but this…this strength, this power…this is badass!
Erica twirls around on her heels like a little girl dancing in the rain and chuckles.
(Erica): You know what?
Erica looks at Maniac and starts walking towards him, still playing with the knife in her hand. He stands his ground seemingly indifferent about her unknown intentions. She comes face to face with him, pressing her body up against him and running the back of the blade gently across his face.
(Erica): You brought me here, to this place, this moment. If it weren’t for you, I may not even still be in HWA. They’d have tossed me aside for that fuking pendeja and her privileged fuk of a boyfriend, and God knows who else. So I owe you…………..ever been fuked by a demon?
She reaches down grabbing his crotch and he recoils moving her hand away, and she grins.
(Erica): Oh come on, don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it. Mandy doesn’t need to know, fuk it she can join in. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before.
Maniac gulps and can actually feel himself start to blush. He gently moves Erica's hand away both his hands around hers as he smiles. Antonio stands to the side, shaking his head.
(Antonio): Stay aware and think with the head on your shoulders, not between your legs. You know what they're trying to do, stay strong, and you know what's going to come next after you resist. Remember who you are. You don't need that demon. You're not just a wrestler…you're a fighter and a killer. You know what you've done in the past working for me…she's no different. Do what you got to do!
They share a knowing glance and Maniac turns back to Erica.
(Maniac): Sorry Erica, while I'm not perfect, I am a one woman guy. And while yes, you are beautiful, I'm spoken for. And now that the pleasantries are out of the way...
Maniac surprises Erica by twisting her hand around and at the same time kicking her in the knee, causing her to fall to one knee. He continues to twist her arm and forces her down further despite the pain he's feeling himself.
(Maniac): You're right, Erica. I have lived with it so long that it's become a burden because that's exactly what it is. And while I did take you in and teach you, I didn't teach you everything. And I certainly didn't tell you everything for a reason, but there's no sense of hiding it now. Before I became a wrestler, I wasn't such a nice guy, Erica. Let's just say I had a talent for making people disappear.
She grunts as she rolls over onto her back, his hands pinning hers down, it’s kind of turning her on and she licks her lips at him.
(Erica): Aye papi, let me see those talents. I can make people disappear too.
Her eyes blaze red for a moment as she looks at him. Voice changing into an amalgamation of hers and DreamMasters guttural growl.
(Erica/DreamMaster): It works both ways "Maestro"...I didn't teach you everything either!
Her eyes return to normal and she's smiling at him, struggling to free herself from his grip but not seriously, playfully as if she's enjoying it.
(Erica): Say the word and Mandy can be out of the picture. That's what you want isn't it? You and me to rule this industry, that's what you said. Tag champs and beyond…the world of wrestling could be ours.
Maniac looks at her in horror at the implications of what she just said. He slowly let’s go holding his hands up as he sits back. He then grabs his bottle of Jack and takes another drink.
(Maniac): All right, you win…leave Mandy alone! She has nothing to do with this, it's between you and me. You want gold, you got it. If you want, I'll help you win Ringmaster along with tag gold if and when they're reintroduced. Whatever you want, just please don't hurt Mandy.
Erica adopts a look of offense on her face, still on the floor covering her chest with a hand.
(Erica): You think I’d hurt Mandy, that I was threatening her? I was joking…joking!
Erica gets to her feet taking the bottle from him and downs a good chug.
(Erica): I like Mandy, she’s had it rough just like me. I’m happy you have someone, it’s…it’s not easy finding love is it? I hope you two have many years together, get married and the whole enchilada.
She gets to her feet turning her back to him as she walks back over towards the chair she was sitting in picking up her knife along the way, flicking it at it clicks and clacks, folds and unfolds.
(Erica): Actually…you know what I was thinking about. That boy…Eddie Phoenix’s son. The pain he was going through when he crashed the reunion and that Havoc. I wonder what ever happened to him. Come to think of it.
Erica turns to Maniac, her eyes blazing red once more.
(Erica / DreamMaster): How’s your son? What ever happened to him…has to be…early twenties by now? Maybe you’ll make another with Mandy.
Maniac can feel Antonio tense up seeing that his hands have bald into fists. He takes a deep breath and smiles, taking another drink before answering.
(Maniac): Antonio's son is doing well, but like Mandy has nothing to do with this. What is it that I can help you with? And Ash, I believe his name was, what of him?
(Erica / DreamMaster): Nothing….doesn’t matter!
Clearly Maniac deflected the question about his son, but they let it slide…for now. Instead, they rushed towards him grabbing him by the throat, but not forcefully.
(Erica / DreamMaster): How can you help us? Well…
They draw their face close to Maniac’s and lick him on the tip of his nose with a laugh before turning around and going to the bar grabbing the bottle of tequila, he set out taking a swig.
(Erica / DreamMaster): Since you asked…we’d be honored if you joined us ringside at Havoc. We have something…special…….in mind for Michelle. All that pretty little light, doused by darkness. No more flicker to her flame, not even a spark. Sanctimonious Puta! We’re going to bleed her, and we want you to watch. You’ve done this before, put opponents in their place…you can critique our work, give us your honest opinion.
They grin, looking the devil with a hard-on at him.
(Erica / DreamMaster): This is our first match, we don’t expect it to be quite at your level of expertise but you can give us pointers. Like…which fingers should we break, or should we just break her whole fuking hand?
They turn with excitement in their blazing eyes.
(Erica / DreamMaster): Oh, we know…we can invite that Professor Hoff guy. He likes collecting blood samples. Do you think a pint would do? She’s they key you know….and when loverboy returns, we’ll let you take care of him. From one voluntary surgery into an involuntary one, or two, or three. For decades the Parkers have held us back, stealing the spotlight but the odds are even now, they can’t stop us…no one can.
Maniac looks at Erica and her quick descent into this maniacal state. Where once she was just a woman with a bad chip on her shoulder and a ranting, loud mouth, now she was so much more. She continued to play with the knife in her hand….click, clack!
(Erica / DreamMaster): Do you think we should get Hans and Vanessa a gift? I bet she’ll have a baby shower. I wonder where they’re registered. Can you imagine…a little red head German baby running around their house. So cute, so…delicious. I can see him now….or her….I could just eat ‘em up.
Their face grows dark, and they freeze as if staring off into a distance, and mumbles lowly to themselves.
(Erica / DreamMaster): She’s lost children before, what’s one more? The pain, the glorious pain and suffering, their heartache…the very thought is intoxicating.
Maniac watches this display ADHA at its finest and of lunacy unfold before him. She’s embraced him, no resistance like he had.
(Erica / DreamMaster): We're sorry....look at us not letting you get a word in...please...go ahead.
Maniac stares in horror, not sure where to begin. He takes a big swig off his bottle to calm his nerves.
(Maniac): Ok Erica, I'll join you at Havoc, but I won't be a part of your games. Michelle is she the key? To what? I'd figure you'd want Matt...but nevermind that. As for your Hans and Vanessa, and your "gift," I don't think that's what they're looking for. Stay away from them, Erica.
He stares in her eyes, past her straight to DreamMaster.
(Erica / DreamMaster): You’re turning into a real anciano, you know that? Who doesn’t get a gift for a baby shower? It’s just rude, you don’t want me to be rude to them do you? Eh….we’ll deal with that later. Havoc is what’s important right now, and our match with Michelle.
Of course she’s they key. Don’t you see…get rid of her, we get rid of Sean. He won’t know what to do with himself with his little girlfriend looking like Managers Special meat at the grocery store. We take him off his game, you take him out easy. Get rid of Sean and there’s no more “locker room leader” no Matt, no Sean…nobody. We can take full control, just like you wanted.
They look at Maniac, with pleading, pitiful eyes.
(Erica / DreamMaster): That is what you want right? You weren’t lying to me when you said that were you?
Maniac laughs, taking another drink and still looking directly at DreamMaster.
(Maniac): You know damn well that was you spouting your bullshit to Erica. Erica, as a competitor, what's the point of being at the top if you didn't earn it. There's no honor. Do you wanna be the best? You'll NEVER get there with that demon tainting your legacy. It'll ALWAYS be known that you needed help.
Maniac is fuming, chest heaving as he stares daggers into the demon. Suddenly, they throw the bottle of tequila on the floor shattering it in a rage and begins shouting.
(Erica / DreamMaster): Earn It? We have earned! From Mexico to America we earned. We worked multiple jobs to make this happen, we worked for ####ing free while everyone else got paid. None of them, man or woman have given what we’ve given over the years to realize this dream to get to the top of this mountain. Don’t talk to me about honor….we’re ####ing oozing it! Years, years we’ve spent with everyone and everything turned against us and you think we give a shit about anyone or anything thinking we “needed” help.
They turn to Maniac as he stares into those eyes, DreamMaster now more coming to the forefront. He comes close to Maniac, face to face again and sniffs him.
(DreamMaster): Fear…I can smell your fear. So desperate all these years to rid yourselves of me and now you have. Why do you persist? Who do you think you’re going to convince with your lies? I told you to get rid of her and you didn’t…she’s mine now. Mine! And there’s nothing you can do about it.
The demon grins in Maniac’s face, breath hot like air in hell as they step back across broken glass. Maniac stands, grimacing in pain, not taking his eyes off them.
(Maniac): Listen to it, Erica, we? It's acting like it's been with you the whole time when it hasn't. It's been all you, you doing the work. That's what it does, manipulates its host.
He takes another step closer to Erica.
(Maniac): Fear? Please, I've NEVER feared you ya demonic dickhead. Erica, I know you're angry, but this won't solve your problems. Please, let me help you.
(DreamMaster): Oh, I know a little something about solving problems, don’t I Maniac?
They step close again to Maniac and whisper in his ear.
(DreamMaster): And if I know…so does she now.
DreamMaster grins again at Maniac.
(Erica): Help me? You have helped me. I came to you remember? I came to you to take you up on your offer and you took me under your wing just as you said you would. When Hans sexually assaulted me and fuked with my head, you got me professional help. You trained with me, shared your knowledge with me, shared your house, your booze, you shared everything with me except the one thing that could really take me to the next level.
(Erica / DreamMaster): And here we are. How do you want to help us now, by separating us? No, we don’t need that kind of help. We don’t want that kind of help.
Maniac sneers at DreamMaster.
(Maniac): I wish I never did your dirty fuking bidding. You wouldn't be here now, but the past Is the past. So what now then? Am I supposed to stand by and let you destroy everything, and everyone?
(Erica / DreamMaster): You’re not supposed to do anything. If you want to stand by and watch, then watch. But if you want to help us, stand by our side...
They move in closer and again their hand wraps around Maniac’s waist, pulling their body close. Their hand going up to his cheek as they press theirs next to his, and taking nibbles at his ear.
(Erica / DreamMaster): …you will be rewarded.
They withdraw, going over to the chair they originally sat in, grabbing their leather coat and then looking at the wet floor and broken glass, then back up to Maniac.
(Erica / DreamMaster): Think about it!
They open the door, walking out of the room, closing it behind them. Maniac stands there in shock, his whole body trembling, and he falls to his knees crying.
(Maniac): Oh God, what have I done?
He let's out a blood curdling scream, one he knew they'd enjoy, but he didn't care. At that moment, all he knew was pain, which momentarily paralyzes him but also motivates him as the scene fades.
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