Post by Lisa Foster on Jan 6, 2019 5:22:07 GMT -5
Blue = Interviewer
Darkred = Lisa Foster
Action Wrestling special fan Axxess Building
Somewhere in Florida -- Home of 2019’s first episode of Clash
In the corridors of AW’s makeshift HQ area in Florida, an anxious young Asiatic man paces the tiled flooring, the patter of his pedal extremities in tune with the clock on the wall. The source of his anxiousness becomes apparent as a door opens and he swings toward it. Some faint chatter can be heard from inside the room as one of AW’s returning stars steps out into the hallway. The young man presses her, stammering.
”L.--li---Lisa!?
”Yes?”
”F--f-os--fost?”
Although bewildered, Lisa smiles and nods. There’s an awkward silence between them for a moment.
”Okay?”
She gives him a friendly pat on the shoulder and turns away, intent on carrying on with her busy day, but the young man pulls himself together and follows after her.
”Please, no. Ms Lisa the Foster, I must do the interview of you. I am Shinsko. Intern exchange interview journalist.”
She turns toward him, brows cocked and vexed.
”The heck..?”
”You are the big star for the big comeback. If I lose this interview, I am failed as interviewer. What is it like to be back?”
She blinks a few times, unsure of all this, but she likes a go-getter and he seems like one.
”It's lukewarm I guess. I was dead set on making it on the last show of 2018 but then -”
”Karlie Nash destructed you! Yes! Ever-person saw. Big viral.”
Lisa’s slightly confused but otherwise sunny disposition vanishes quicker than most of Bishop’s television title reigns. Realizing his mistake, shame washes over him, evident in the pitiful look in his eyes..
”I am sorry. I am failure. I must return honor to my people. I will commit sudoku if this pleases you.”
”The fuck? No. No don’t do that! Jesus. Actually what you said was kinda true… she demolished me… but she caught me with my pants down.”
He blinks slowly a few times. Lisa can tell the analogy is lost on him.
”Ah, cultural thing. You’re not used to women having their pants down.”
”Oh, uh, yes right.”
More awkward silence.
”Riiiight. So, ok. Basically, Karlie picked a time and place that I would not be prepared for an on the spot wrestling match, and then when I was kicking her ass she had to resort to cheating. I was left humiliated and -”
”Without your UFC championling-chip. She took it and left like big thief person. Will you give it back to yourself?”
Lisa looks around for a moment, a part of her expecting Ashton Kutcher to arrive with Punk’d cameras on bragging about how she was just on his reemerging hidden camera show.
”Actually? No I’m not. I’m going to let her keep it. It’s the only championship she will ever touch, so I think it’s a bit of irony and poetic justice. I might even put it up for grabs permanently in a match against her in the future.”
He squeals with joy.
”I AM EXCITE FOR THIS!!!!”
”Haha, well I’m glad you are. Karlie will get what’s coming to her in due time. She’s improved a lot since I beat her ass six months ago for a shot at TFK’s US title, I can’t lie about that. Back to your earlier question though; ‘what is it like to be back’... well, it’s good and bad. It’s good because I love AW and my career is far from over. Any chance I get to compete is something that I cherish here in A-Dub. It’s bad because AW is in such a sad state of affairs now. I mean, just look at who our World Champion is.”
He shakes his head ‘yes’ vigorously, eyes peeled back as far as they can go.
”Yes, the Made Woor! Very beardly man.”
”Yeah, his beard is the only thing remotely interesting about him. Wade is the type of guy who would take his dinner out of the oven with his bare hands to protect his oven gloves. He’s a doofus who has snorted so much of Bonnie Blue’s space dust that he is a walking advertisement for Cling-Free. THAT’S our champion! Ugh. It’s another reason I came back. I was sooooo close to becoming US Champion earlier in my career here, but that Big Bird looking popcorn fart, Karlie Nash, ruined it. Before that, I was on the cusp of getting a world title shot but Camilla Fakezales ruined it. I’m here to become champion, ultimately the world champion. I think one of the reasons AW was so eager to bring me back into the fold was that they knew I would be a good champion, regardless of which title I got my hands on. Why do you think they booked me against Bishop in the Clash premiere?”
She notices his eyes have drifted to her impressive breasts now. Who could blame him though? Her magnificent mammaries are threatening to burst out of the tight pink “T.F.K. Is My Hero” t-shirt any minute now. She giggles, places her glittered digit tip under his chin, and slowly lifts his head back up towards her face.
”What is this you are pointing in say?”
She giggles again and pinches the bridge of her nose, willing herself to power through with this interview.
”What I am getting at is this…. A-Dub booked me against Bishop because he is the former three time Television Champion. He’s always in the television title picture to some degree, so if I can beat him that puts me in line for a television title shot sooner rather than later. I'm basically kicking him out of his spot and taking it.
He blushes three shades of red at her.
”You are my champion always.”
”Awwwww that’s so sweet! Thankies!”
His eyes bulge out suddenly, as if struck with a terrifying thought.
”Lisa… Bishop is big monster black man. He is evil. His manager said so. I am so very scare for you.”
She belts out a hearty laugh and throws a buddy arm around his slender shoulder.
”Don’t be. I got this. He’s not evil. His manager, Mr. Armstrong, even admitted that Bishop was being nice a few matches ago. Nice.. you know… opposite of evil. He’s no more evil than I am. And to be honest? I don’t put a lot of merit in someone like Mr. Armstrong, who seems to have learned to speak via an online crash course in English. I put even less merit in someone like Bishop, who is apparently too much of a little bitch to speak for himself. Have you ever heard him speak?”
He gasps in horror.
”Prease Ms Foster do not make anger the bald black monster man! You make extra angry him, he might rip you apart extra.”
She wiggles a finger ‘no,no,no’ at him.
”Tsk. Tsk. Oh ye of little faith. I know he’s a monster. I know he is a legit badass. I know the damage he can inflict if he gets his hands on me. It’s a damn scary thought. However, I don’t intend for him to get his hands on me. He’s one dimensional -- Slowly plod forward at sloth speed, grab, power move, pin. He’s a powerhouse with the personality of a mop, and that’s it. I’m A LOT faster than him. I’m A LOT more technical than him. I’m A LOT smarter than him. Hell, I’m smarter than Bishop and his manager combined. I guarantee you that crow Mr. Armstrong has as a pet is more intelligent than both of them. It’s a shame it can’t communicate with them, just think about how dangerous Bishop would be if that crow was calling the shots. Hehe. Don’t worry about ole Lisa, Mr. Interviewer Man. I’ve baked potatoes bigger than pipsqueak Kennedy Matthews, and she beat the brakes right off Bishop. Chase Jackson beat Bishop not long along ago, and even worse, Corey Bull beat him recently too. They put out the blueprint on how to defeat him, and I’ve done my due diligence in study and training for it. Bishop and his manager are too dunce to change things up in the ring to counteract it, so I’m thinking you’re looking at a new up and comer in the tv title rankings come Monday!”
The interviewer seems to be more at peace with her words and confidence now, and nods along approvingly before continuing his duties.
”But what of the Karlie Nash? She destroy you very much for end of comeback tour of you. She will not rike you come back after gruesome defeat from her. What if she tries attack in match?’
Lisa shrugs for a moment.
”I expect it actually. It is what it is. She’s predictable. If she interferes, hopefully I’ll see it coming and wipe her out. If not? Well then Bishop might skate away with a tainted win that he will be forever mocked about… having to have the help of the sentient dumpster fire known as Karlie Nash to save him from me. Look, Bishop is the type of guy who would kick a pole for looking at him the wrong way, but even has enough sense to not let her mingle in our match. I’d say he is just as prone to knocking her block off as I am if she comes snooping around. I would hope so, anyway.”
She glances down at her glittery gold watch real quick. Shinsko picks up on the cue and nods at her.
”Thank you Ms. Foster. It was a pleasure speak with you. Anything you want to say on closing remark?”
Lisa’s trademark heavily dimpled smile goes on full display, nearly blinding the interviewer and his cameraman with the sheer radiance of its shine. With her arm already around his shoulder, she pulls him in tighter and playfully pinches his cheek, causing him to giggle like a love struck teenage girl.
”It was an honor being interviewed by you. A little weird, but enjoyable, and I think you’re gonna go a long way in the journalism field. As for you, Bishop? I’ve been in wars inside the octagon and inside the AW ring. I’ve beaten men and women of all creeds and colors and talent levels, including ones bigger and badder than you, and more talented than you. That doesn’t guarantee me victory, but it guarantees you won’t show me anything I haven’t already seen before. I didn’t come back to A-Dub-Ya to get ‘blacked’ by the ‘big black monster man’ as your manager so eloquently sells you as. I came back to finish what I started… fight my heart out, climb the ladder, win championships, and become the World Champion. I got side tracked along the way in blood feuds and wars with petty bitches like Camilla Gonzales and Karlie Nash, but I learned from them and know that I can’t let that happen again. This means every champion needs to be on notice now. I’m going to collect titles like a farmer gathers eggs. I’m the type of gal that can ankle pick my own shadow, I am that damn good, which spells a whole lot of trouble for all of you.”
She points into the camera and winks.
”And it all starts in front of twelve thousand strong in Tampa Flamers Arena, LIVE, this Monday on C… B….. S….. Be there or be square, my little Lisa freaks.”
With that, she kisses Shinsko on the cheek in the most adorable way, causing him to go into a standing pleasure coma. His eyes cross comically and a grin rips across his face. Lisa giggles wildly and exits scene, leaving the final scene showing the interviewer never recovering from the standing pleasure coma before ultimately falling over.
Fade to black
~End of RP~
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