Alyssa Lucchi

Outside of a small town motel, Marcus Anderson and Tarrasque get out of an Uber car. Marcus closes the door to allow the Uber to drive away. They look to the motel a moment before Marcus looks down at his phone.

Anderson: She said that she’s in room 114. You see where that is?

Tarrasque scans the door numbers and bellows in an Ancient Greek dialect.

Anderson: Dude, we are so over that bit.

Tarrasque: Sorry. Over there look like number.

Marcus looks to where Tarrasque points and nods. He had indeed found room 114. It’s a small town motel, all the rooms are on just two floors and the doors face outward.

Marcus Anderson and Tarrasque walk up to the motel door and Marcus knocks. When there is no answer, Tarrasque blinks and pounds on the door. The door is flung open to reveal a rather unhappy Alyssa Lucchi. For those of you not in the know, Alyssa Lucchi was the lead interviewer for Riot Star Wrestling.

Lucchi: Who the heck says you can knock on my door like the police? Oh, Marcus! Tarrasque! Come in! Come in!

Marcus Anderson and Tarrasque enter the motel room where Alyssa hands Tarrasque a bucket of fried shrimp. He looks at the bucket, drooling, and then looks to Marcus, who nods with a smile.

Anderson: Go ahead, Tarrasque. Alyssa knew we were coming and had prepared for your appetite. Enjoy, buddy.

Tarrasque picks up several of the shrimp and stuff them into his mouth with a happy noise. Alyssa chuckles as he eats.

Lucchi: Did you come here for an interview for Tarrasque’s upcoming participation in the Rumble? I could do that for you if the price is right. Work has been slim since RSW was folded into the doomed GCW. I’m surprised that you didn’t enter the Rumble yourself.

Marcus smiles, but it’s more of a sad smile.

Anderson: I find that I don’t possess the kind of wrestling talent that my father had. I think I might be far better as a manager than a wrestler.

Alyssa nods as if that were something that makes total sense.

Lucchi: So, can we agree to five hundred dollars? For the interview.

Marcus swallows hard, five hundred dollars for an interview? That was quite the sum of money. Still, not an unreachable number. Marcus pulls out his wallet and produces five hundred dollar bills that he hands to Alyssa.

Anderson: I would be glad to have Tarrasque interviewed by you, but that isn’t really the reason that we have come to you tonight.

Alyssa makes the five hundys vanish into her bra, narrowing her eyes at the suddenly nervous Marcus Anderson.

Anderson: Your name was given to us by Chris Parsons.

Alyssa suddenly looks angry as if fire could leap out of her eyeballs and burn Marcus to the ground, they would have done so already.

Lucchi: I swear to god if Parsons sent the two of you here to see about a threesome. I will find him and gut him like a fish!

Marcus holds out his hands in an attempt to calm the fierce Alyssa down.

Anderson: I swear, it wasn’t for that reason. We need to know the real name of Tarrasque.

Alyssa backs up for a moment, blinking in confusion.

Lucchi: And you’ve come to me? Isn’t his real name Darian Hightower? I thought I read that someplace.

Anderson: That was a fallacy perpetrated by Armand von Krauss during the brief time that he managed Tarrasque.

Lucchi: Alright. How can I help? I mean I can investigate and such, but I assure you that I do not know Tarrasque’s real name or else I would share it with you. Honest.

Marcus looks down at the floor while Tarrasque happily continues to munch away at his bucket of shrimp.

Anderson: I know you would, Alyssa. I know you would. I don’t know that even your investigative skills would provide me the answer I seek. I need “D”.

Lucchi: Then why me? Why not ask him for help yourself?

Anderson: I tried that. D turned me down flat. I think only he has the skills to break into a facility to find the trail that might lead to Tarrasque’s real name. I need you to go to him and try to get him to change his mind.

Alyssa goes from a look of concern while listening to Marcus to one of delight.

Lucchi: Of course! I would be glad to help convince him to help you.

Alyssa’s face falls.

Lucchi: Though I don’t know if he will really be receptive to seeing me after we ended things before he left for GCW.

Anderson: You have to try. Maybe you can begin to rebuild what you once had at the same time. Not all that is lost has to remain so forever.

Alyssa smiles sadly, wiping at her eye.

Lucchi: I will try. I will get his attention and I will try to be a champion for your cause.

Anderson: Thank you. You don’t have to do that interview, if you don’t want to.

Lucchi: Nonsense. You paid for it. I’ll give you the interview that you deserve.

Marcus thinks on it for a moment before nodding his head in agreement.

Alyssa turns to Tarrasque, who is about halfway through his bucket of shrimp. Serious eater.

Lucchi: Tarrasque, you’re going to be in the XHF Rumble and vie for the X*Crown. What are your feelings on being able to win this match and claim the crown for yourself?

Tarrasque: Me feelings simple. Me throw everyone in me way out of ring win match. Except for Psychotic Goth.

Lucchi: You’re not going to throw Goth out of the ring?

Tarrasque: Me throwing him off boat.

Lucchi: That’s a big thing to attempt. You do realize that once you get to the edge of the boat that it could be you that gets thrown off of the boat.

Tarrasque just shrugs with a shrimp eating grin.

Tarrasque: That just risk me have take.

Lucchi: That is true. Are there any other opponents that you would like to speak upon right now? What about Mistress Discipline?

Tarrasque licks his lips with a grin.

Tarrasque: Me try look her like threat, but me see her covered in pudding that make shirt clear. Me not know throw her over ropes or fu-

Anderson: Now, Tarrasque! I don’t think that Alyssa wants to hear your fantasy of eating pudding off of Discipline’s naked body. Not a bit.

Alyssa blinks, looking from the grin of Tarrasque’s like he were some pre-teen discovering porn for the first time to Marcus’ red face. She laughs.

Lucchi: All part of the interview process, though I don’t think there will be pudding during the Rumble.You might have to settle for throwing her over the top rope and asking her for a date for that at a later time. Now what about the tag team of High Finance? Chris Card and Cross Recoba. You know they’ll be watching each other’s back until the end of the match when they’ll vie for the championship amongst each other.

Tarrasque: They tag team and help each other. Me am worth tag team by meself. Me headbutt them deflate big heads and throw over top rope to the barge deck. Maybe they bleed out egos and be good men, but me no think so.

Lucchi: There’s a lot of big egos heading into this match. Hayden and Anthony might be helping one another.

Tarrasque: Caffrey? Help someone other than himself?

Tarrasque breaks out laughing as if it were the funniest thing that he had ever heard.

Tarrasque: Tag team work for Anzac Cup. Caffrey not work like tag team at Rumble. Him greedy and Hayden could eliminate him.

Lucchi: That makes sense from what I have read about him. Michael Storm?

Tarrasque: Him busy playing with cat. Him cannot be ready for Rumble.

Lucchi: What about Zeze Taborda?

Tarrasque: Him pay more attention tights than attention match.

Lucchi: Timeless?

Tarrasque: Him save bat and then crush bat. No make sense.

Lucchi: Well, that’s all the notes that I have for right now.

Anderson: Are you sure that’s all the notes that you have about this match?

Alyssa looks over to Tarrasque, who has begun tipping the bucket up like it were a beverage to get the last of the crumbs out of it.

Lucchi: Of course not but Tarrasque has finished his food and is looking toward me like I might be next on the menu. I’ll find D and talk to him for you. I’m sure I can get him to help you.

Anderson: Thank you so much. We’ll be on our way. Tarrasque? Tell the nice lady thank you for the meal.

Tarrasque picks the shocked Alyssa Lucchi up into a crushing bear hug.

Lucchi: I...need to breathe.

Anderson: Tarrasque, put her down!

Tarrasque puts Alyssa down and grins.

Tarrasque: Thank you for food.

Marcus Anderson and Tarrasque leave the motel room.

Anderson: Let’s go. Alyssa will be working on D but I have a plan that might help us as well.