Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2018 19:37:43 GMT -5
Date and Tme Group: A few hours removed from the first edition of Clash.
Location: Hotel Lobby, Las Vegas.
The hydraulic hiss of the doors gave way to the myriad of voices in the lobby that Lisa and her coach, Catskill Jack, stepped into. Fans. Reporters. Other wrestlers. They were all there looking for autographs and inside scoops, and all attention flew her way. They swarmed the two. Flickers and flashes from cameras dotted the lobby like it was the kickoff to the Super Bowl. The main focus of the hooplah was centered around the post match attack on Lisa perpetrated by the aristocratic brat, Camilla Gonzalez. Nobody cared about her actual victory over Steven Stevens, which irked the MMA sensation turned professional wrestler.
Pushing through the bulwark of media vultures, she elected no comments to the bastion of fake news people and consorted with the fans, signing autographs, hugging them, tagging hands, and taking pictures and selfies with them. They lifted Lisa’s spirits with their cheering and congratulations on her win and how they looked forward to her getting her hands on Skankzilla Gorilla Camilla soon.
Lisa: You got that right, folks! Tune in next week and you WILL see me get these miracle workers (flashes hands in front of them) on that peanut faced, pumpkin pie hair cutted harlot! Now all you fine fans go ahead and get some food and drink here at the lobby; it’s on me!”
They couldn’t believe their luck and cheered even louder. The media representatives did too, which Lisa noticed and wagged a finger at.
Lisa: Except you media folk. It doesn’t apply to you. Vultures!
Many a sneered lip and displeased visage found their way to Lisa, but she couldn’t possibly care less and headed toward the elevator, Catskill trailing in her wake. Only then did her eye catch a peculiar sight at the other end of the corridor. It was one of Camilla’s assistants, and he was passing a wad of dead presidents into the palms of Action Wrestling’s Steven Stevens and Lockjaw, as well as a few of the brass behind the scenes.
Lisa: Wha the??
She set off toward them but Catskill reigned her back in.
Catskill Jack: Now’s not the time, kiddo. We need to get some rest, put this crap with Camilla behind us for the night, then regroup in the morning with some hardcore training.
He was right and she knew it. Somewhat begrudgingly, she conceded with a nod and went to her room, and proceeded to engage in a Twitter war with Camilla Gonzalez, who was gloating over her humiliation of the blue collar dynamo. It wasn’t long before she got the alert that she was booked in a handicap match with the same two people she saw speaking with Camilla’s assistant earlier. Putting two and two together, she realized the rich bitch was somehow behind the unfair booking next week.
Lisa: That… biiiiitch!
To make matters worse, she cycled through her phone and TV and noticed nearly all of the combat sports related media outlets were reporting on how Camilla had knocked Lisa out cold. Only a few stations were reporting on how it was a sucker punch or how Camilla had distracted her moments before by throwing the drink in her face.
Lisa: Un-freaking-believable!
She tried to sleep but it was nigh impossible. Camilla was in her head, perhaps too deep.
________________________________________________________________
Date and Time Group: Valentine’s Day, 2018
Location: High School Dance at Las Vegas High School
Lisa had gotten wind of a viral video in which a 9th grader named Matthew had asked her to be his date at his school’s Valentine’s Day dance. She couldn’t say no to the scrawny, pimply faced, puppy dog eyed kid and reached out to him in private to avoid media catching wind and trying to sensationalize it. She spared no expense to make him the coolest kid of the night: hummer limousine, full amenities, foods and snacks and age appropriate drinks, the whole nine.
When they pulled up to the entrance and stopped, all eyes and heads snapped their way.
He was decked out in a nice little tuxedo with a stylish skull and crossbones tie, and Lisa was adorned in a classy dress. She tossed a grape into his opened mouth, and swish, nothing but mouth.
Lisa: Kobe!
They had a laugh but when the driver tried to open the door to Matthew’s side, he grabbed it and slammed it shut.
Matthew: Sorry. I’m just…. Really nervous.
Lisa: Oh I know the feeling all too well. Even to this day I get so nervous going into a fight that I puke in the trash can right before I head to the cage or ring.
It was true. His eyes twinkled a little and he smiled.
Matthew: Really? I figured it’d be the opposite. You look so good and calm when you’re fighting.
Lisa: That’s because I’m afraid. Think of me as a duck in a pond. If you’re sitting on a bench observing the graceful ease in which a duck traverses the water, that’s all you see. Just grace and beauty. What you don’t see is the hectic paddling under the water. People try so hard to overcome fear that they fail to see the value in it. Fear, if channeled correctly, works wonders. It heightens all your senses, makes you more observant, focused, more proactive and reactive, it’s a boost *if* you control it and don’t let it control you.
He soaked up her words like a sponge and grinned.
Matthew: I bet you’re gonna be paddling crazy as hell next week then huh? I can’t believe they’re making you fight two people. That’s so unfair. I don’t care if it’s the likes of Steven and Lockjaw, it’s still not right.
Lisa: Yeah, I found out it was more of Camilla’s money and influence that made it happen. I may have underestimated exactly how much pull she has. Don’t worry though; I’m gonna punch Lockjaw so hard it’s gonna reignite the follicle cells in his bald scalp and he’ll be sporting a full head of hair by the end of the match. And Steven? After I ripped his shoulder out of his body a few days ago I don’t see him being too eager to even tag in. Lockjaw is a stand up dude, Steven isn’t. I see it as more of Lockjaw being the main one I’m gonna have to deal with.
Matthew: Please be careful though. That guy has, like, I dunno, like nearly 30 years of experience under his belt. He’s from around here you know? Hometown boy.
Lisa: Ah, but he’s content with all of that. He’s ok with being a journeyman grappler who just shows up and gets paid to wrestle around. He spends no time trying to improve. Thirty years and no championships. My memaw and pepaw used to say “complacency kills” and Lockjaw is the living embodiment of that adage, sugar. I’m the opposite. I’m never content. Otherwise I’d still be in MMA defending my belt again and again, spinning my wheels. Me painting a masterpiece of macabre on the canvas in Camilla’s blood won’t even bring me contentment. So don’t you worry about me, sugar booger. Where there’s a will, there’s a way. And nobody has more will than me. Of course you know that, since you’re my biggest fan, hehe!
He blushed three shades of red when she threw the compliment at him, and that shade only got deeper when she leaned in and gave him the sweetest, most innocent little kiss on the cheek.
Lisa: Come on, let’s get this shindig started.
From there, they embarked on the night, and long story short fun was had, they danced until their feet fell off, drank and ate until their guts busted, and by the end of the night Matthew was walking around with his head held higher and his chest puffed out. He became the most popular kid for the night, won the dance king crown along with a pretty young cheerleader who was named queen, and he even asked the cheerleader out.
Spoiler: She (Jill) accepted!
As the event ended and they were heading out, Lisa excused herself to the ladies room while Matthew entertained Jill with his tales of heroism when he played his weekly Totem Warrior Barbarian character in his D&D game. But as the old saying goes, all good things must come to an end. Taking up the exit door was the wide shouldered, big bellied star offensive lineman, and one of the school’s bullies, Eddie Brown.
Eddie: Nu uh. You ain’t going nowhere with Jill. Your protector is gone so it’s back to the norm with you.
He gestured for Matthew to get away from his ex-gf, but strangely enough he refused. Lisa’s words from earlier, about using fear to your advantage, rang true in his ears and mind and damnit the burger and shake he was about to treat Jill to might lead up to a make out session… so he swallowed nervously, balled up his fist and drew it back, totally telegraphing his intentions from a mile away.
In mid wind up, however, Lisa emerged from the crowd, grabbed his fist, and gently eased it down to his side.
Lisa: Come on now, really? You’re gonna waste your precious energy on this stack of chewed bubble gum with eyes?
A crowd had gathered and they laughed at the insult.
Eddie: Oh.. hey! You, uh… bitch I don’t care who you are I’ll…. You know… yeah!
He was trying to spare his reputation, but it fell flatter than Camilla’s pancake ass. Lisa strolled up to him and gave him a HARD shoulder check, something that visibly unnerved him. He was clearly not used to anybody standing up to him.
Lisa: You are clearly a bully. One of my nicknames is actually the Bully Basher, and while I would love to bash you here on the spot, I can’t. I’d go jail for assaulting a minor, and in your case they’d pile on other charges like assault of the mentally deficient and assault of the disabled, due to your obesity - I can practically smell your diabetes from here.
More laughter came in at Eddie’s expense. She had him in a box. He wanted to do something but knew he’d get his ass kicked, and he couldn’t offer up any witty comebacks due to the unusual predicament he found himself in - actually being confronted. So he stood there huffing and puffing and trying real hard to give her the mean mug.
Lisa: So since I can’t do that, allow me to enlighten you. If you don’t change your ways, in ten years you’re gonna be asking Matthew for a job because eventually you’re gonna get tired of working the fry slot at McDonalds. And you know what? He’s gonna laugh you out of the interview room and go on about his day. While you’re slinging two or three jobs to barely scrape by, he’s gonna be driving a BMW and enjoying a bank account that has six figures on it at all times.
She turned away and faced the crowd.
Lisa: And girls, take it from an adult who has been in the real world. Date the Matthews of the world. They’re nicer, treat you better, love you better, and motivate you to be successful like they are.
As she spake, Eddie did the only thing he could do, and gave Matthew the cut throat gesture. But Lisa caught it just in time. Leaning in to Eddie, she nested her mouth right next to his ear, breath hot and threatening in his lobe. Just him and her.
Lisa: Word of advice: There’s many youths your age at the gym where I train to fight. Many of them came there because they were being bullied, and I know deep, deep down inside they want to bash a bully. So here’s how it’s gonna be: I’m friends with Matthew now. I’m gonna keep in touch with him, and if I ever hear of you being mean to him, beating him up, or even so much as mean mugging him again, I’m going to bring those kids from my gym up here….. And one day after school when you’re walking, excuse me, “waddling” to the parking lot they’re gonna be there and they’re gonna proceed to beat the absolute fuck fuckity fucking fuck out of you. They’re gonna dribble your head on the pavement. They’re gonna punch off many of those 17 chins you’re sporting. They’re gonna bend yours limbs in places you never knew they could. NFL dreams? Goodbye. Do you understand me?
She took a few steps back and his eyes hit the floor, his confidence sapped. He barely said “yeah” above a whisper. Grinning, Lisa threw an arm around the bully, a rather mischievous smirk on her face, and played to the rest of the group at his expense.
Lisa: Welp….. B-de-b-de-b-de- That’s all folks!
She gave him a “playful” pinch on his Porky Pig facial cheek and gathered up Matthew and Jill and headed out, the crowd following behind them in festive attitude.
END OF RP.