The stupid text message from management threw a wrench in her plans, as if she didn’t have enough shit to deal with right now. It didn’t take long to get from UCLA to Santa Monica. She parked and as she went inside taking the elevator from the garage up to the 2nd floor coming in through the academy and all eyes were on her on the moment she stepped out. Red Dragon was right there in her face.
(Red Dragon): Upstairs…Now!
He did not look happy, in fact he looked like he wanted to do something, but she just smirked at him. His punk ass wasn’t about to do shit and she knew it. She just smiled again and headed up to the next level, where Butch and Wisdom’s offices overlooked that first training floor. An assistant was at the top of the stairs waiting for her.
(Assistant): This way Ms. Martinez…Mrs. Parker is expecting you.
She shrugged her shoulders and followed. The assistant knocked at the door, then opened it. Wisdom was inside on the phone but immediately excused herself from the call and hung up.
(Wisdom): Thank you Marrissa, I’ll take it from her. Please close the door on your way out.
The assistant nodded as Erica stepped into the room. Wisdom gestured for her to have a seat and rather than at the desk she did so on the sofa across the room.
(Wisdom): I’m not going to mince words with you here Erica. What you did at Havoc…what you’ve stirred up…you really crossed a line?
(Erica): I crossed a line?
(Wisdom): Shut up, I’m not finished. When I am finished, you can open your mouth to speak.
Erica looked a bit in shock at her tone. Damn…boss lady still had her ####ing chops, had to respect that a little bit.
(Wisdom): Tomorrow morning is the Ring Master Press Conference and I have to tell the world that Michelle Learner will no longer be able to compete. Her jaw’s fractured in two places, broken ribs, a collapsed lung…this is your handywork.
Erica can’t help but to smile a bit.
(Wisdom): Wipe that damn grin off your face. What the hell were you thinking?
(Erica): I’ll take that as my permission to speak now.
Erica leans back and puts her feet up on the table, like she doesn’t have a care in the world.
(Wisdom): Get your damn feet off the furniture.
She rolls her eyes and complies.
(Erica): Look, I don’t know what the fuss is all about. We’re wrestlers! Every promo in this business is us telling everybody what we’re going to do to our opponents. What was I thinking? I was thinking I’d go out and do my damn job, and I did just that. I said I was gonna beat her ass…and I did, so I don’t see what everybody’s big problem is. Even Maniac, warned her.
(Wisdom): That wasn’t you doing your damn job and you know it.
Wisdom sighs, putting her hands on her hips as she paces behind the desk.
(Wisdom): The phones in these offices haven’t stopped ringing. Everyone from the OSHA, to the darn Human Society, all the media and Oh,…. guess who called this morning? The Disabled Athlete Sports Association, because you took the feet off a Maniac’s wheelchair and they want to know about how we treat our injured talent.
Erica literally snorts with laughter.
(Wisdom): That’s not funny.
(Erica): Yeah, it kinda is, that’s fuking funny as shit.
(Wisdom): No, it’s not.
Erica stands up and she looks pissed off now.
(Erica): Yeah……it is! But you know what’s also funny? It’s funny the Disabled Athlete whatever the fuks didn’t call over the last months when I was disabled. Did they? I bet the phones weren’t ringing when I got “PUSHED” out of my wheelchair, and shoved around did they?
(Wisdom): Don’t try and turn this around and make it about you.
(Erica): Oh I forgot…everything has to be about Sean, and Michelle, and Jeremy, and Stu-E and that Wolfy fuk, and everybody else except Erica Martinez. I crossed a line? Sorry! Maybe if there was a line, I’d see it and could cross it on purpose.
(Wisdom): Now you’re just talking out of your ass.
(Erica): Bullshit! Where was the line back in December when Hans broke my fuking ankle? The referee was literally trying to pull him off of me but he wouldn’t let go until he snapped it, and still didn’t until Maniac shoved him off me. What about when Matt got challenged by Maniac to an Asylum match, the man that offered his expert guidance to the new generation that just spat back in his face. You and Butch stood “RIGHT THERE” on tv and said “We don’t want violent matches, but we owe it to Matt because he’s been our little golden goose, so we’re gonna give him what he wants.” Oh, here’s one for you…where was the line when Fallen squeezed him some virgin titty off Michelle? You guys fired him, but wait….a week later he walks right back in the door, Why? Because your precious FUKING Sean wanted to get his hands on him, and he knew the only way he could do it was within the confines of this industry. His bitch ass would have been in jail anywhere outside an HWA ring.
Erica vehemently shakes her head.
(Erica): No…..I don’t want to hear shit about crossing your lines, because they don’t exist.
(Wisdom): I’m not going to debate semantics with you. You know right from wrong, and you know what you did was wrong.
(Erica): Wrong for you maybe, but it was right for me and we’re not done yet.
(Wisdom): Yeah, you are, as of today…you’re off Ring Master. We brought you in as courtesy before tomorrow’s official announcement at the Press Conference.
(Erica): What?
(Wisdom): You heard me, we’re rescinding your entry.
(Erica): That’s bullshit, you can’t do that!
(Wisdom): Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do, this is my fuking company Erica.
Erica crosses her arms definitely, sticking her chin up in the air.
(Erica): I want to hear it from Butch, it’s his company too.
(Wisdom): This is a mutual decision, and I don’t need to explain that to you.
Erica grabs her hair and paces the floor.
(Erica): This fuking conspiracy continues!
Erica shakes her head, she’s fuming.
(Wisdom): There’s no conspiracy, no one’s out to get you, and no one’s holding you back but you.
(Erica): LIAR!
Erica goes to Wisdom’s door and swings it wide open pointing downstairs to the training area, you can see how emotional she’s getting. Her voice cracks a little as tears come to her eyes.
(Erica): That fuking Sensei of yours down there hasn’t liked me from the start. He never gave me the same time as the others, Sarah, Michelle…they were in there for hours and when I showed up…30 minutes…Tops! Ring #3 over there…Hans Donald Trumped me and grabbed me by the pussy and no one believed me or cared. You hire Wolfy, a man with absolutely no wrestling credibility to his name and in one night…one fuking night he has a contract because your friend Hans said so. I gave everything I had for years to get mine and he just pops his quarter in the machine and candy comes right out.
(Wisdom): Erica, did it ever occur to you that Matthew didn’t give you the same time as the other girls, because he didn’t think you needed it? You’d wrestled for years before you came here, they hadn’t. You didn’t need to start from square one…he spent time with you on the few things you didn’t know and Hans was there to fill in some the more advanced techniques you needed refining.
(Erica): That’s a lie!
(Wisdom): You know what…I think we’re done here. You need to go and cool off.
Wisdom walks towards the door and motions for Erica to leave.
(Erica): I’m not finished.
Erica grabs Wisdom’s arm and Wisdom grabs her wrist and hurls her over on her ass to the floor in less than a second, then stands over her.
(Wisdom): You’ve got the wrong woman here Erica. You might intimidate others but I eat little girls like you for breakfast and shit them out before lunch. Now get up and get the hell out!
Wisdom slams the door in her face and Erica pulls herself up from the floor. Everyone turning their heads with smiles on their faces as if they didn’t just see what just happened and were glad for it. Erica storms downstairs not bothering to look at anyone. She gets to her car and peels out of the garage. She immediately calls Maniac, but he doesn’t answer and she leaves a message.
(Erica): We need to talk, they’re taking me off Ring Master. If they think they can get away with this, they have another thing coming.
Erica hangs up the phone and definitely needs that drink now, making her way to a bar she knows out of the area as the scene fades to black.
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