Post by Lisa Foster on Jan 20, 2019 21:24:57 GMT -5
The video springs to life with Lisa Foster putting on a disguise and displaying a large stack of flyers to the camera, but it’s not promoting the upcoming Clash, it’s promoting a special Ace Dillinger rock concert to be held at the Avondale High School gymnasium. The scene cuts to a montage of Lisa going around the town of Avondale passing out the flyers to people of all age ranges, creeds, and colors. The montage finally ends with Lisa shedding the disguise and frowning because she has no more flyers left.
The feed goes blank briefly annnd….
The french voice from the Spongebob cartoon announces “Five Days Later” …
The feed sparks to life outside of the Avondale gymnasium. A large banner reading “ACE DILLINGER CONCERT HERE…… COME AND SEE THE GOD YOU NEVER KNEW YOU NEEDED!” welcomes the viewer as does Lisa, who is dressed in classy form fitting attire with black jacket. Her trademark heavily dimpled smile endears the camera as she motions toward the building.
”Welcome to the Ace Dillinger concert we never knew we needed. I’m Lisa Foster, and while Ace and I will be locking horns in the TV Title tournament on Clash in the coming days, that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends tonight. When I found out about this concert I just couldn’t resist coming out and jamming to his hit songs. Heck, I even helped promote it.”
A wry grin dominates her pretty features for the briefest moment.
”I don’t even know why I’m still yapping! Let’s get in there and rock out! It’s already started!”
She high tails it with the camera following in her wake. She and the camera crew burst through a few doors and into the main area where a stage is set up. However, Lisa comes to a dead stop and looks around. The camera follows her lead and pans the domain, which is ghost quiet and totally empty. There’s not a single soul present, despite the rock stage with instruments and large amount of chairs being present as an indicator that this is the correct location.
Confused, Lisa backtracks outside and double checks the address on the school building with her own personal flyer. Everything matches.
”Hm. This is problematic. We’re at the right locale. Hmm.”
She taps her chin in playful thought and motions for the camera to follow her. They enter the same area as before, with the same result. For about ten seconds Lisa stands there seemingly miffed. Then, suddenly, she guffaws and smacks her forehead.
”Silly me, of course nobody’s here. Ace Dillinger isn’t REALLY a rock god…. He just PRETENDS he is.”
She spins on her heels and slinks out of her black jacket, which reveals a shirt that reads “Ace Dillinger is NOT my god” across it.
”Don’t get me wrong, Ace. You look the part. You’re sexy. Everything else though? One big pretend palace. You’re billed as someone who doesn’t care what other people think about you, yet you pretend to be a rockstar so that people will like you and worship you. You pretended to be a big porn star so you could get some fans and fame that way, but wound up being the fluffer boy to the real deals. Isn’t that kinda like being the waterboy on a football team or something?”
She flings her jacket over her shoulder and walks toward the stage.
”As much as you may be the great pretender with a bevy of women you pay handsomely to pump up your status and ego, I know you’re not a pretender in the ring. You can bring it. You already beat two of the others in this tournament, Dark Tiger and Bishop, in the same match recently. Granted you didn’t pin or submit them, but they had the same odds of winning and failed, whereas you succeeded and looked damn good doing it. You’re no slouch between the ropes like you are playing a guitar. You have potential.”
She lays her jacket across an instrument and takes hold of a guitar similar to the one Ace possesses and begins strumming a terrible tune on it. Realizing she sucks at it, she does what Ace should have done a long time ago -- Sits it down and backs away.
”That’s the difference between us. You have potential, but I have ability. I’ve already fought wars you can’t imagine inside the octagon and inside the A-dub-ya ring. I’ve already won a tournament this year, it was for the US Title, and if it hadn’t been for Karlie TRASH getting involved I would’ve beaten the GOAT, TFK. I’m a veteran of these things. I know what it takes to win them. Just ask Karlie. It was her cracked out fart mouth that I crippled the mat with to win the tournament.”
Her mind trails. She nods.
”Yeah, Karlie is another reason why I HAVE to win this. As much as I hate to say it, Karlie has improved in the ring since I beat her in the tournament. She also ambushed and humiliated me in front of my fans in my hometown. I know she’s going to steamroll Bishop like I did, and I think she can beat all others including you, so it needs to be me and Karlie in the finals so I can crush her dreams properly for the right to face the champion. It’s nothing personal. You’re not a stepping stone. You’re a roadblock. But I’m a tank. On Clash you're not going platinum, you're going shatinum.
With that, she reclaims her jacket and exits scene. The camera lingers for a moment, and suddenly, out from a dark corner of the stage, emerges Shia LaBeouf. He’s in creeper mode today and stands there silent clapping as the scene fades.