Erica’s hunter green 1971 Dodge Dart Demon pulls into the lot of HWA Corporate Offices and home of the Academy. It had been a while since she visited, she had just been kindly reminded of her rights and privileges and wanted a face-to-face. She entered onto the 1st training floor, and as she walked in officials eyed her, talking amongst themselves. One approaches here with a stern reminder of the code of conduct. She smirks and brushes past him, waving him off.

(Erica): Yeah, yeah! Is Parker boy still here?

(HWA Official): Sean?

(Erica): No estupido, Parker Brothers Monopoly…yes Sean you fuk!

(HWA Official): Sean left half an hour ago, and watch your mouth.

The official walks off, shaking his head in annoyance at her. Erica scrunches up her face mocking him repeating “watch your mouth” and flips him off. She scans the room and the eyes that were on her briefly have returned to their own business of training. She makes her way upstairs to the production floor and flags down Meredith who she see’s editing some footage from Havoc.

(Erica): Hey…get your camera. I need you to film me.

(Meredith): Oh hell no, I’m not getting mixed up in your shit.

Erica stomps over to her grabbing her by the wrist and twisting it. She looks around to see if anyone I watching but they’re out of sight from others. Erica lowers her voice leaning into Meredith’s face.

(Erica): Bitch, I said get your fuking camera.

She releases Meredith’s wrist with a shove and she begrudgingly grabs her camera.

(Meredith): Make it fast, I have a lot of work to do.

(Erica): Don’t worry about it, just follow me and record.

Meredith starts recording as Erica walks back down to the 2nd floor where the rings are all setup.

(Erica): See Sean, I knew you had your eyes on me. Watching my promos getting you off? Don’t be jealous, mijo. You could have joined the party but you’re too busy pretending your dick don’t work to appease that little bitch Michelle. She gasps and faints at the thought of sex. She doesn’t even know how to bite a hotdog, what the fuk do you think she’s ever gonna do with your dick? Anyway…

You’re just mad because you couldn’t get it up at Havoc and don’t fool yourself…Michelle didn’t have shit to do with it and neither did Jeremy. You didn’t throw me into that car because there was over a dozen motherfukers out there throwing down and you couldn’t be sure the cameras were on you, you narcissistic fuk. Sean Parker has to have the spotlight right? It wouldn’t have been as epic as you wanted if nobody saw, right?

Erica chuckles as she goes over to one of the empty leg press machines and takes a seat getting in a few sets.

(Erica): I was so stupid to go along with your bullshit the past years. You and Matt acting like you own the place, like you had some shitload of knowledge to impart on the rest of us. It was all about you wasn’t it Sean? If all eyes weren’t on you, you just couldn’t handle it. You want to talk about Tobias walking around with a silver spoon up his culo…you would know because Butch and Wisdom let you walk around with yours. Where do you really think you’d be in this business without them shoving you to the front of the line and down everybody’s throats? Sure, any federation in the world would have you for your name, but guess what? You’d be shooting for Randy Orton, or Cody Rhodes, and you’d end up with your name next to Curtis Axel and Ted Debiase Jr.

She grunts through her last rep, and swings her legs over to the side.

(Erica): Ring Master…

She just shakes her head.

(Erica): You really think you’re going to win don’t you? Everybody hates your fuking guts because finally Sean Parker is showing his true colors. Finally, the world is seeing what I’ve said along. You’re a spoiled brat, whose gotten “EVERYTHING” he wanted in this business.

Erica starts to get angry and shout.

(Erica): I beat up your girlfriend and the friendly, locker room leader, turns on everybody because they didn’t do what he thought they should do. News flash Sean, nobody gives a shit about Michelle, but you. Instead of berating everybody ask yourself the same question you asked them…where the fuk were you? Oh wait…Sean Parker was being Sean Parker. Sean was getting his knee done that didn’t really need any work yet, because…

Erica puffs her lips out and pouts like a little girl, making the same voice as one.

(Erica): …because Uncle Butchy got his knee done and he thought it would make him stronger and better too.

She laughs.

(Erica): You’re a fuking joke. Even your bitch didn’t want you to get that dumb surgery, crying and praying on tv like you were about to fuking die for fuk sakes. Where were you Sean? You were doing what you wanted to do, just like always. Now you’re turning your guilt onto everybody else and I can’t wait for Ring Master. I don’t need to be a monkey wrench or a fly in the whatever the fuk you said. I can sit back and watch everybody else put the crown prince in his place. But where’s the fun in that? You won’t win Ring Master, I’ll stop you myself from achieving your little dream....all you’ll get that night is a Mexican Nightmare.

Erica grins as the scene fades to black.