HWA Message Board: Lay of the Land

Santa Monica, CA - HWA Headquarters and Academy

The day following Havoc had been spent with the usual fielding of press calls question some people’s actions, trying to get insight on potential new talent, a statement on Hulk Hogan’s surprise appearance, and fans expressing both their excitement and appreciation, as well as their dislikes and gripes….in other words…a typical start to the week.

Before she had went to Butch’s office she had just finished a call securing the arena for Road to Ruin. They’d be making some more announcements this coming Havoc but the response to the Butch’s match with Red Dragon being announced was tremendous. Right now, they needed to focus on the upcoming show and Butch was in his office doing just that. Her day in the office however, was now done. She just kissed her man goodbye and was heading out for home to get the kids. By the time she got to the 405, her phone was ringing. She looked over at the screen on her car and saw the office calling then pushed the button to accept the call.

(Assistant): Mrs. Parker I’m sorry to bother you but Mr. Parker is in a meeting with Tobias Clarke right now, and she won’t stop calling.

(Wisdom): What’s going on? Who won’t stop calling?

(Assistant): Ms. Martinez, she asked to speak to Mr. Parker but…

(Wisdom): I get it…put her through Stacy…it’s fine.

Wisdom rolled her eyes and exhaled. She and Butch had talked briefly about Erica earlier. She had left him that voicemail, demanding a match or whatever. They knew she was likely drunk at the time, and to be honest had ignored it for that reason, but here she was harassing the office now. As the call was connected she could her threatening Stacy.

(Erica): ……don’t make me come up there you skinny little bitch, just put him on.

Wisdom cleared her throat.

(Erica): Butch?

(Wisdom): No Erica, you’re speaking with Wisdom Parker, how may I help you?

(Erica): Fine then Wisdom…

(Wisdom): "Mrs. Parker" will do fine thank you.

(Erica): Oh si, Señora Parker.

Wisdom could practically see her bow mockingly…it was in her condescending tone.

(Wisdom): I don’t have a lot of time right now Ms. Martinez, what is it you want?

(Erica): I want a match for Havoc. One match, one match is all you’ve given me all year long. Wolfy’s ass, that perro is on the card every fuking week. So is Jeremy and Shark……and Sean and sweet little Michelle just get to go and come as they please.

(Wisdom): A match against who Erica, huh? You’ve brutalized Michelle, Alexis is out on injury and at the Academy, Sarah’s…

(Erica): Yeah, yeah…I’ve heard all that shit before.

(Wisdom): First off, I suggest you take your tone down a few notches, you’re not talking to one of your bar buddies.

She didn’t appreciate being scolded and fought the urge to retort and brushed past the verbal lashing.

(Erica): So am I getting a match or what?

(Wisdom): No! You’re not getting a match, and you want to know why? Because while everyone else is spending their time honing their craft, instead of hitting the gym you’re sitting in bars and posting videos of your lewd escapades all over HWA platforms that we spend hours with the media responding to trying to protect this company. You want a match, act like a professional wrestler and stop running around getting in Maniac’s business, stop harassing Sean and Michelle and Jeremy and Wolfy, and leave Hans and Vanessa the hell alone.

(Erica): What do you expect? I’m bored! I have to come up with ways to entertain myself because you and Señior Parker won’t give me the same time you give everybody else. Everybody else gets plastered all over Havoc, all over Youtube, sent to all the talk shows, all the signings and fan shit and what does Erica Martinez get? Nada! I’m not like you’re precious, lazy Michelle, I’m a hard worker….I’m not gonna sit back and do nothing and just collected a check. I’m gonna earn it, and if I have to act “unprofessional” and harass people to do it then…

Wisdom had heard enough, she was sick of hearing her voice and her nonsense.

(Wisdom): You want a match Erica? Fine…we’ll find you a suitable opponent, but listen to me and listen good. You better come prepared and on your game. If I smell weed, or booze, or whatever else you poison your body with…

(Erica): Oh so Stu-E can get boozed up all fuking Ring Master and become the champion but you want to hogtie me? You see, this is exactly the kind of treatment that pisses me off. Your goddamn Rules for Thee and Not for Me bullshit.

(Wisdom): The only person you need to worry about right now is yourself, not Stu-E Price. That’s the deal…come clean and you can have a match, get in the ring and be the competitor you’re supposed to be instead of a nuisance and leave your conspiracy nonsense at home.

(Erica): And I want a better locker room too, you always give Michelle…

Wisdom rolls her eyes again, thoroughly annoyed.

(Wisdom): That shouldn’t be a problem, you’ve got the entire women’s locker room to yourself because you’ve run everybody else off. See you at Havoc Ms. Martinez…Goodbye!

Wisdom ends the call abruptly, not giving her a chance to reply. Jesus she was beyond annoying and frustrating. She was a walking liability, and their hands were tied with her being diagnosed with mental illness. Damn Americans with Disabilities act had them by the balls and she knew it. They might not be able to get rid of her so easily, but they couldn’t allow her to run amuck…not anymore. Maybe this match isn’t such a bad idea, maybe it will give her focus and keep her busy. It was only a matter of finding her an opponent.

Wisdom immediately dialed Butch in the office and it went to voicemail. He must still be in with Tobias. She hung up and didn’t bother leaving a message, she’d catch him when he got home and they’d talk about it. A few ideas were already swirling in her head, and hubby certainly would have some more. She continued on the road, with Havoc on the horizon of her mind as the scene fades to black.