Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2018 21:54:17 GMT -5
Lisa arrived at the tall overpass bridge that towers over the I-90 in Texas. Her mind wandered a bit, feeling as though this is a very odd place to conduct a professional interview. Up ahead she spotted Action Wrestling’s lead interviewer, Shia Labeouf, sitting on the edge of the overpass. He was looking down below.
Lisa: “Shia! I’m here. Sorry that I’m late.”
She did a spin, showing off her autographed Dallas Cowboys jersey.
Lisa: “Hung out with the boys today. Fun event. You should have been there.”
Shia forced a fake smile and waved her over. He wanted Lisa to be the last interview he did before he jumped and ended the misery that is his life. He respects her. The fans love her. The ratings would be through the roof for both of them. No better person to help give a boost than Lisa Foster. That’s why he picked this spot. As she got near him, he spun around facing her but remained seated on the edge. He produced the microphone and nodded at the cameraman.
Shia: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with Lisa Foster. She will be facing Camilla Gonzalez in a 30 minute Ironwoman Match at Battlefield to once and for all settle the score, but first she must survive the epic 4 on 4 tag match this Monday on Clash. Lisa, I can’t thank you enough for being here.”
He smiled at her but his eyes were dead. She cocked a brow.
Lisa: "Well, thank you. It’s great to be wrestling in my home state of Texas. Friends and family are gonna be there. But, um, why are we here?”
She pointed all around them. He shrugged it off.
Shia: “I’m just drawing on my unorthodox methods of entertainment. Nobody has ever done an interview on an overpass.”
She grinned and nodded. She could respect that.
Shia: “So, for this 4 on 4, let’s do this old school style. I’ll throw out a name of those involved and you just give me the first thing that pops into mind.”
Her grin widened and she plopped to a sit with him on the edge.
Shia: “Okay… Roy Speede.”
Lisa: “I feel the need… the need.. For Speede! WOO! He’s gonna be our general in there this Monday. He’s the man. The champeen. Veteran. I’m glad he’s on my team.”
Shia: “Alexander Pasternak.”
Lisa: “Smarmy dude. Gifted in the ring, wish I has his skill. It’s gonna feel weird for him to be teaming with D-Day, who pinned him recently though. He’s getting desperate, playing mind games with Wade Moor. He’s one of those sad cases that pulls on the heartstrings. I like his name though. Makes me think of an exoitc pastry. The Pasternak snack, mmm mmm yummy yummy in my tummy.”
Shia: “Ah, since you mentioned him…. Wade Moor.”
Lisa: “Pure-d superstar. One of the reasons I got into this industry. I can’t wait to meet with the team and search his beard. I know… I JUST KNOW… there’s something hiding in it. Maybe another chin? Maybe he keeps a few joints in there? I dunno. I gotta find out though.”
Shia: “Donald Deruty.”
Lisa: “Cool guy. Funny name. Poor guy had to use the nickname D Day to get away from it. After being away for five years, there doesn’t seem to be any ring rust on him. Look at what he’s doing. Sucks that he’s part of the dark side this time around.”
Shia: “You mentioned funny names, I’d be remiss if I didn’t speak of T.F.K.”
She howled with laughter.
Lisa: “That guy! He’s one those folks I’m supposed to dislike but I can’t lie, I like him. I feel bad for him having to have a name like that though. It must suck having to use initials all your life. I wonder if he’s ever spoken his own full name?”
Shia shrugged.
Shia: “John Frost.”
Lisa: “Fellow Texan. Can’t go wrong with that.”
Shia: “Annnnnd of course, Camila Gonzalez.”
She visibly tensed at hearing the name of her greatest nemesis.
Lisa: “I bet that armordilla faced ugo is tickled to death that this is a 4 on 4. She’ll avoid me at all cost, so I want to ask all of the other participants, my team and our opponents, to allow me my time with her. I will actually pay you money for this. Please, I’m begging y’all, please give me my time with her. There’ll be nothing like popping an over inflated ego in my own back yard. It’ll be my gift to Texas since we didn’t win the Super Bowl last year.”
Shia had a good laugh over it, then he turned back around facing the oncoming traffic.
Shia: Well, Lisa, I’d like to thank you for your time. I’m glad you were my final interview.”
She was confused.
Shia: “Shia LaBeouf, out.”
He tried to time the jump right so he could be hit by an incoming 18 wheeler diesel truck, but Lisa chimed in.
Lisa: "Wanna grab a drink?"
His head snapped.
Shia: "Uuuhhh yeah??? I think?"
Lisa: "Come on."
She held out her arm and he crooked his with hers and they left.
~Fin~
Lisa: “Shia! I’m here. Sorry that I’m late.”
She did a spin, showing off her autographed Dallas Cowboys jersey.
Lisa: “Hung out with the boys today. Fun event. You should have been there.”
Shia forced a fake smile and waved her over. He wanted Lisa to be the last interview he did before he jumped and ended the misery that is his life. He respects her. The fans love her. The ratings would be through the roof for both of them. No better person to help give a boost than Lisa Foster. That’s why he picked this spot. As she got near him, he spun around facing her but remained seated on the edge. He produced the microphone and nodded at the cameraman.
Shia: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with Lisa Foster. She will be facing Camilla Gonzalez in a 30 minute Ironwoman Match at Battlefield to once and for all settle the score, but first she must survive the epic 4 on 4 tag match this Monday on Clash. Lisa, I can’t thank you enough for being here.”
He smiled at her but his eyes were dead. She cocked a brow.
Lisa: "Well, thank you. It’s great to be wrestling in my home state of Texas. Friends and family are gonna be there. But, um, why are we here?”
She pointed all around them. He shrugged it off.
Shia: “I’m just drawing on my unorthodox methods of entertainment. Nobody has ever done an interview on an overpass.”
She grinned and nodded. She could respect that.
Shia: “So, for this 4 on 4, let’s do this old school style. I’ll throw out a name of those involved and you just give me the first thing that pops into mind.”
Her grin widened and she plopped to a sit with him on the edge.
Shia: “Okay… Roy Speede.”
Lisa: “I feel the need… the need.. For Speede! WOO! He’s gonna be our general in there this Monday. He’s the man. The champeen. Veteran. I’m glad he’s on my team.”
Shia: “Alexander Pasternak.”
Lisa: “Smarmy dude. Gifted in the ring, wish I has his skill. It’s gonna feel weird for him to be teaming with D-Day, who pinned him recently though. He’s getting desperate, playing mind games with Wade Moor. He’s one of those sad cases that pulls on the heartstrings. I like his name though. Makes me think of an exoitc pastry. The Pasternak snack, mmm mmm yummy yummy in my tummy.”
Shia: “Ah, since you mentioned him…. Wade Moor.”
Lisa: “Pure-d superstar. One of the reasons I got into this industry. I can’t wait to meet with the team and search his beard. I know… I JUST KNOW… there’s something hiding in it. Maybe another chin? Maybe he keeps a few joints in there? I dunno. I gotta find out though.”
Shia: “Donald Deruty.”
Lisa: “Cool guy. Funny name. Poor guy had to use the nickname D Day to get away from it. After being away for five years, there doesn’t seem to be any ring rust on him. Look at what he’s doing. Sucks that he’s part of the dark side this time around.”
Shia: “You mentioned funny names, I’d be remiss if I didn’t speak of T.F.K.”
She howled with laughter.
Lisa: “That guy! He’s one those folks I’m supposed to dislike but I can’t lie, I like him. I feel bad for him having to have a name like that though. It must suck having to use initials all your life. I wonder if he’s ever spoken his own full name?”
Shia shrugged.
Shia: “John Frost.”
Lisa: “Fellow Texan. Can’t go wrong with that.”
Shia: “Annnnnd of course, Camila Gonzalez.”
She visibly tensed at hearing the name of her greatest nemesis.
Lisa: “I bet that armordilla faced ugo is tickled to death that this is a 4 on 4. She’ll avoid me at all cost, so I want to ask all of the other participants, my team and our opponents, to allow me my time with her. I will actually pay you money for this. Please, I’m begging y’all, please give me my time with her. There’ll be nothing like popping an over inflated ego in my own back yard. It’ll be my gift to Texas since we didn’t win the Super Bowl last year.”
Shia had a good laugh over it, then he turned back around facing the oncoming traffic.
Shia: Well, Lisa, I’d like to thank you for your time. I’m glad you were my final interview.”
She was confused.
Shia: “Shia LaBeouf, out.”
He tried to time the jump right so he could be hit by an incoming 18 wheeler diesel truck, but Lisa chimed in.
Lisa: "Wanna grab a drink?"
His head snapped.
Shia: "Uuuhhh yeah??? I think?"
Lisa: "Come on."
She held out her arm and he crooked his with hers and they left.
~Fin~