Post-Havoc Interview: Lissie Hope (Watches The End of Havoc) May 31, 2021 14:14:03 GMT -5 CJ Phoenix, Downfall, and 1 more like this
Post by Lissie Hope on May 31, 2021 14:14:03 GMT -5
Chris Avery: SPENCER IS FIGHTING HOPE OFF WITH PUNCHES AND KICKS!! HOPE WHIPS SPENCER INTO THE CORNER!!
Billy: HOPE RUSHES IN BUT SPENCER MOVES!!
Chris Avery: LISSIE SMASHES INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!! DANGEROUS SPOT!!
Billy: SPENCER FLIPS HER OVER!!
Chris Avery: SHES ON THE APRON!!
Billy: A SUPERKICK FROM SPENCER ADAMS!! LISSIES OUT!!
Chris Avery: SHES ELIMINATED!! SPENCER ADAMS JUST ELIMINATED LISSIE HOPE!!
My face hurt.
I try to shake the cobwebs from that boot that landed square on my jaw. I heard silence envelop the arena, before a slow build into a raucous outpour of cheers and jeers as I slowly sauntered up the stage, embarrassed and defeated. Tasting the blood swirl in my mouth, I spit on the steel, before pulling open the curtains.
I’m met immediately with the flashbulbs and the production camera crew in the gorilla position, documenting my walk of shame. President Torture, General Manager Pasternak, and some staff members are joined by John Thomas - all of them rise to their feet to applaud my performance.
“Great job, Lissie,” I hear Pasternak mutter. I see a smirk forming on Thomas’ face.
“Fuck yourself, John,” I say, beating him to the punch. I wouldn’t allow him to taunt me; not right now. I hear the arena explode yet again as I’m interrupted by Nate Burleson. His post-match interview stage is right around the corner.
“Would you like to talk about what just happened, Lissie?”
I chuckle to myself, thinking of the irony of me conducting this interview after telling everyone else they’d be standing here while I’d still be fighting in the ring. This reality check is a hell of a bitch.
“Why not?” I answer, but I see Carter Shaw enter gorilla. Then it dawns on me; Philidor Holdings was defeated. He stormed past and I knew he was on the way to our locker room.
“First of all, that was an incredibly, gutsy performance, Lissie. You entered at number 25, recorded five eliminations, and made it all the way to the top six.”
“Thanks, Nate. It wasn’t good enough,” I say, keeping an eye on Carter. “But I appreciate your sensitivity and tact.”
“Are you okay?”
“Surprisingly,” I began, my eyes veering towards the big television airing the action. QDT has just been eliminated by Alice. “I feel okay with this. Now I can turn my attention to Evolution and not have the weight of the world on my shoulders. I did as well as I could, given the circumstances, given that everyone and their mother hate me these days. But this wasn’t as heartbreaking as--” I can’t hide the smile that creeps on my lips as I see Frank Venable get eliminated by Spencer Adams. “Oh wow,” I say, realizing that the final two is Adams and Corey Black. “Getting eliminated like this, at number six - wasn’t as heartbreaking as last year.”
My attention veers again as I notice Ash Blake enter the corridor, the World Championship around her waist.
“Yeah, exactly. To have it so close, only to have it ripped away from you. This was a little easier to swallow, because I knew the target was squarely on my back. They needed everyone to put me and Carter away. That’s a win for these people in itse--”
I look over at the screen.
Spencer Adams stands alone, bathed in confetti and balloons, embracing all the love and support from his hometown crowd.
“Wow,” I say quietly. “He fucking did it.”
Everyone backstage is applauding. And as much as I wanted to hide it, I’m sure Nate Burleson could see the little twinkle in my eye. I quickly shake that emotion out from the tips of my fingers.
Ash Blake enters the arena.
We’re all standing quietly, watching the screen.
Watching their encounter.
And then, a commotion.
Carter Shaw runs past us, holding his briefcase. There is mass confusion, the production crew in hysterics. “Did you know about this??” Nate asks, and I silently shake my head no.
“...AT EVOLUTION IV!”