She had just left an upscale bar, not the regular dives she frequented and decided on a walk to help clear her head a little. She found herself in probably the worst part of the city known as Skid Row. Homeless encampments set up, hookers on the corners, the scent of human waste and sewage in the air, and cop car patrolling. She didn’t feel intimidated or afraid…in truth she felt energized. Like some force had drawn her to these oppressed streets and people. All the suffering, the misery was like bathing in some invigorating aura.
She crossed under budget and the dingy orangish streetlights shined bright on all the people along the sides of the streets. She looked back to see if the HWA cameraman assigned to her was still following or if he had pissed himself and ran to his van and left. Surprisingly he was still there. Good! She wanted him to get everything on camera. After the week she had, she didn’t give a shit anymore and was determined to stir up as much chaos as she could.
(???????): Hey lady? What you want? I got what you need!
Some grungy looking guy, maybe her age, maybe a bit younger was leaning against a wall. She turned to look at him. He looked homeless, clothes were dirty, hands grimy, hair a mess, otherwise he looked like he’d be pretty cute.
(???????): Come on…what you want? I’m good for it, I ain’t no cop and shit.
Erica scoffs at him, but as she turned to him there was something in his eyes and she froze. How the hell? She could feel him. She could almost see inside of him she felt, he radiated pain. She could just tell, just knew that he had fallen on hard times, that no one believed him, maybe no one even loved him, and that while he was trying to look tough and in control, he was ready to cry at a moment’s notice.
(Erica): What are you doing out here?
(???????): Huh?
(Erica): I said, what are you doing out here? You don’t have no family, friends?
(???????): Yeah, but….no that’s not happening.
He stepped away from the wall, feeling that maybe he’d weasel his way into a sale, and as he came into the light he saw her face more clearly.
(???????): Wait a minute….hold up….I know you!
He stuck his blunt in his mouth so he could use both hands and went over to a pile of belonging that looked like trash and started sifting through, pulling out a crumpled Los Angeles Time Magazine and its sports section. He unfolds the paper, going to a certain section looking from the paper to Erica. Then holding it up to her.
(???????): That’s you isn’t it? Damn, I knew I knew you. Oh man, come on now, I know you got some bread. What you want?
Erica reaches up taking the joint out of his mouth and taking a toke handing it back to him.
(Erica): What’s your name?
(???????): Lincoln…everybody calls me Link…like the game.
(Erica): Well Link, I want Sean Parker to break his fuking back again. I want Hans and Vanessa’s baby to be still born. I want Red Dragon’s retirement to look like Ric Flair’s last match. I want to finish what I started with that bitch Michelle. I want Butch and Wisdom to get sued for all their fuking worth. I want Wolfy to get mauled and rapped by a Gorilla, and I want my fuking spot back in Ring Master. You got any of that on you?
(Link): Uhhhhh…not exactly.
(Erica): Then you’re fuking useless to me!
She continued walking but Link followed, he seemed pissed off as he grabbed her arm and swing her around.
(Link): Hey, I’m not fuking useless alright.
She looked him up and down. She had struck a nerve and he had a certain look in his eyes, one of desperation to prove himself.
(Erica): Why you out here on the fuking streets? Parents kick you out?
(Link): Something like that, been 8 months, but whatever. I got other stuff to make you feel good though.
He took a step closer to Erica trying to hold her waist but she backed away from him laughing.
(Erica): Hold up, you think you’re gonna fuk me here on some corner?
(Link): No, you got a room somewhere right. Come one, we all got needs. I ain’t go not fuking diseases or anything either, my shit’s good.
She looked him over. Past that grunge he actually looked pretty damn attractive. Nice blue eyes, a bit longer dirty blonde hair that he probably used to keep short. She gave him a nod to follow and the cameraman wondered what the hell he was about to get into as he followed. Out drinking and not going to want to take the drive home she had gotten a room at the Moxy downtown. They got stares as they entered the lobby and went to her room upstairs.
(Erica): Take a shower…a good one!
Link retreated to the bathroom and running water was heard soon after. He just couldn’t anymore…the camera man pulled the camera off his shoulder and looked at Erica.
(HWA Camerman): Alright that’s my cue, you have a good night. Call me in the morning when…
(Erica): Where the fuk you think you’re going?
(HWA Camerman): Home, we’re documenting getting some commentary….not making porn.
(Erica): Get the fuk out then you piece of shit.
Erica jumps up angry shoving him to the door.
(HWA Camerman): I just need…
(Erica): No…leave it…you don’t want to do your fuking job I’ll do it myself.
(HWA Camerman): You can’t livestream that.
(Erica): Watch me!
She shoves him into the hall on his ass and slams the door on him. He immediately pulls his phone from his pocket to call Butch. Back in the room Erica sets the camera up and indeed goes live with it. Getting undressed down to her undies and walks to the window looking out over the panoramic view of the city.
(Erica): Jeremy…you mousey little bitch, I’m sick of your squeaking! Everyone’s sick of hearing about “my boyfriend Matt this”… “my boyfriend Matt that”…he wouldn’t even be your boyfriend if I hadn’t pulled your balls out your fuking trunks, and you want to try and blame Maniac because you’re both two fragile and weak bitches?
He didn’t fill my head with “crap” he filled it with truth. You’re all jealous of me now, but it’s too late. You had your chance to sit under the learning tree and you fuking blew it. You’re all realizing that I’m on my way up now and you’re falling behind and you can’t stand it. Matt’s ring days are gone because he’s got a head like an eggshell. Sean is spending his hard-earned cash to turn himself into a cyborg to try and be half as good as his uncle was at his age.
Hey, you all remember when Alexis came in all hot and damn near choked Michelle out. Strutted in all “I’m just trying to boost competition…we need to step it up” bullshit. Where is that bitch now? She’s got her nose in the crack of Red Dragon’s ass sniffing his brown rice bits at the academy. And Sarah? She can’t wrestle for shit, wouldn’t even be here if she didn’t know Eve Torres. That bitch is half Latina, she should have known better.
Erica goes over to the mini bar and grabs some bottles out, tossing a few on the bed and cracking the top off another chugging the Jack Daniels down. The water in the bathroom shower turned off as well, then the sound of the sink was heard and him crushing his teeth and gargling.
(Erica): All part of the conspiracy…all of you, and they kicked me out of Ring Master as punishment for Michelle. Fine, have it your fuking way. We’re keeping it in the family anyway. We’re going to make sure you win Maniac. You’ve been talking about the return of championship gold before any of them. You’re a bit off the mark talking about getting rid of us but we know you’ll change your tune after Ring Master. We’re going to make sure you wins, and it won’t be over your dead body…it will be over all of theirs.
Her eyes glow red briefly as she turns back to the bed. Link has just come out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around him. He cleaned up very well, he was handsome as fuk and had a nice body on top of it. She looked at him…
(Erica): I’m streaming just so you know.
(Link): I don’t care.
She walked over to the bed sitting up in the middle of it. He took his towel off and leaned his body up against her. He leaned up a moment grabbing one of the mini bottles on the bed and then a condom off the bed as sell and put it on.
(Erica): I thought you didn’t have anything.
(Link): I don’t!
(Erica): Then fuk me!
Link tossed the condom aside, pulling her panties down and off. She snapped off her bra and grabbed his head down to her as he entered her. She wrapped her legs around him thrusting upward as he thrusted down inside her and she turned to the camera.
(Erica): I didn’t forget about you Sean.
(Link): Huh?
Erica turned her head to him.
(Erica): Nothing, keep going…harder!
She turned back to the camera, grinning.
(Erica): Heard about you storming the office, wanting to go to war. Why make war Sean, when we could make love? I know you want to, I felt your dick harden when I touched you…when you kissed me. As if I’d let you after everything you’ve done.
She writhes and moans as Link flips her over and she’s on top straddling him. She grabs the headboard and swivels her hips up and down hard on his dick, skin smacking, titties bouncing. She picks up the pace, faster and hard as she can. His toes curl as he moans, grabbing her waist.
(Link): I’m gonna cum!
He hollers out as he cums inside her and she slows her pace, gets off him and licks his dick clean. He lays there as she rolls over looking at the camera again.
(Erica): I bet you want to hurt me. Bet you wish they hadn’t kicked me out of the tournament so you’d have a shot at getting your hands on me. You’ll never be Ring Master, you’re too busy being Ring Leader…leading the charge in their conspiracy against me. Uncle and Auntie at your fuking beck and call. Wolfy, Stu-E, Hans, the whole goddamn Draconis Family…all you see is a miserable bitch. Well I am miserable… my misery loves company….and you’re all fuking invited!
Her eyes glow red again as she rolls back over towards her guest Link and starts sucking his dick until it begins to harden again and sticks her middle finger up to the camera as the scene fades to black.
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