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Post by EHWF Management on Feb 25, 2018 1:05:20 GMT -5
EHWF HQ. Not much is happening today. The buzz after Mayhem has finally started to set into the natural groove of things during the week and Rissi's phone has stopped blowing up. We come into an office to see Michael Rissi, sat behind his large oak desk burrowed into his computer screen, laughing at whatever content he's browsing.--Buzz--
Voice: The car is here to take you to the hangar...Michael Rissi: All right, I'll be down in 10 minutes.Rissi exhaules as he presses the button on his intercom to cut off. He turns back to his computer and with one final smirk, shuts it off from the monitor. He opens his drawer and grabs a couple of other things as well as his phone from the desk. He turns to get up from his chair but is interrupted...--Creeeeeeek-- The noise of the hinges of the door to the office creak open loudly as Rissi looks up. We pan back but can only see a large shadowy figure in the distance of the doorway. Rissi's eyes narrow as he tightens up his jaw. The emotive expression on his face shifting to one of semi hostility.Michael Rissi: What the fuck do you want!?TBC: You know who dem callin' |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2018 18:51:09 GMT -5
As the figure walks into the light we find it to be known other than leader of The Black Asylum, The Misfit. His curly wet hair pulled back out of his face. His son's Bad Blood Championship draped over his shoulder.
::The Misfit::
Simply a moment of your time... I think its time to pull the proverbial smoking gun if you will?
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Post by EHWF Management on Feb 28, 2018 3:03:57 GMT -5
Rissi looks up and squints as he glances up at the smirking Misfit in the doorway. As Misfit makes his way inside the office and pulls a chair out, Rissi leans back in his and shrugs.
Michael Rissi: A moment of my time? I think we've been in this position before, Nick...
The Misfit raises an eyebrow still with his smirk on his lips and title belt on his shoulder as he takes a seat across the table from Rissi. Misfit sits on the edge of the chair but Rissi doesn't look 100% convinced.
Michael Rissi: I'm not sure what it is you want but I have a few minutes before I'm going to head out. I'm flying over to Havana today, I just bought a new boat with the Samson Family fine money and I'll be uncontactable for a couple days.
Misfit looks over and cracks a smile at the mention of the Samson Family as he leans in. Rissi squints his eyes just a tad once more as he wonders what The Misfit really wants.
Michael Rissi: What do you mean, smoking gun?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2018 17:38:18 GMT -5
::The Misfit::
Oh, cut the Crap Rissi.
The Misfit scoffs as he kicks his feet up, crossing them on the desk of Michael Rissi.
::The Misfit::
You and I aren't as different as you want to pretend. You see, You and I are too men of eminence power, and with power comes jealousy, with power comes enemies. Enemies thirsty for our thrones. Enemies that will stop at nothing to watch our kingdoms crumble. Week after Week, wether it be Mayhem or Anarchy, a cancer eats away at this company. And I think its time we both admit to ourselves that its time for drastic measures. It's time to admit that you... We need help. Before its to late. I've seen first hand what happens when a company you've put your life into, your blood sweat and tears into fall. I know what that can do to a man. It'd be a shame to see it happen to EHWF, see it happen to you. |
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