Post by La Familia Gómez on Apr 9, 2018 7:38:32 GMT -5
12:34 PM
Present Day
Melbourne Australia
Rissi Beachfront Holiday Home
Present Day
Melbourne Australia
Rissi Beachfront Holiday Home
The scene opens up to a frame panning through a large bedroom. The walls are of a bone white colour, the carpet is a neutral blue and a set of half opened curtains leading to a balcony slowly sway in the light breeze. The frame moves across the left wall and over to a gigantic bed, draped in black and white sheets and blankets and swathe in decorative arranged pillows. Placed at both sides of the bed are busily designed side tables with lamps and other accessories sitting on them. The back wall and some of the right wall is filled with different sized, colourful canvas paintings and watercolour art. Fitted above the bed is a framed enclosure holding CD’s and pictures within its mellifluous boarders and casing. The furthest wall next to the door encloses a massive plasma screen TV which is switched off.
Sitting on the furtherest edge of the bed looking down at the ground is Michael Rissi. He looks somewhat tired as he breathes heavily dressed in a pair of navy blue shorts and black Adidas runners. Michael's fists are half clenched while he looks down at his body, still breathing heavy with an intense look in his eyes.
Joanna Rissi: If you don't relax and slow down you're going to make your neck even worse y'know?
The vibrant Joanna Rissi walks in and faces the mirror on the other side of the room. She's dressed in a short white dress and black heels. She reaches on the dresser and starts to put some earrings on as she lectures the terrifyingly focused Michael Rissi who is seemingly in a world of his own.
Joanna Rissi: It's not a big deal. I'm fine now, all healed - still a little sore around the back but it's all right, I've been through worse. You need to relax instead of getting all worked up and spending every second away from work training and working out.
Michael Rissi: I'm just trying to be prepared for all this crap that's going on lately. You saw what they did to Scott and you saw what they tried to do to us out on the streets. They're not going to go away just like that, I know Thor.
Joanna looks at Michael though the mirror and her expression changes to one of concern.
Joanna Rissi: Scott is out of hospital now and we were prepared when Brianna came out to make the save. She's plenty of backup, it's not just us and Dave anymore. Last time I checked I beat Gerry O'Shea, I beat Savannah and I beat Drake Coleman and Jason Dave beat Sah'ta Thor - he threw him off of a damn hell in a cell cage. I know it seems like these cockroaches won't die but they're definitely not winning the battle anymore, they're on the ropes.
Michael stands up, his sheer presence carries enough weight and intensity to change the vibe in the room and for Joanna to take a step back and stare. Michael walks over to Joanna and hugs her warmly for a moment as she wraps her arms around his neck and smirks before bringing his face back in front of her while she looks up at him.
Joanna Rissi: You've beaten Thor many times before. You've beaten anyone they put in your way. All of the assholes and losers and haters over the years got beat by you and look at them now? Where are they? Sah'ta Thor is just doing what he does best and you'll always do what you do best and that's beat the bad guy...
Michael and Joanna start to share and passionate kiss for a moment. Joanna looks back up at Rissi and smiles.
Joanna Rissi: I'm going to see Illa, are you going to come?
Michael Rissi: No... I'll catch up with you later, I'm probably going to head downtown. HBW is going on all day, I should really make an appearance.
Joanna smiles and gives Michael once last kiss on the cheek before she turns on her heels and leaves the room.
Joanna Rissi: I'll see you in a couple of hours then... and NO training today!
June 2010
Melbourne Suburbs
8 Years Ago
We fade into the flashback scene. We see a young Michael Rissi and Norigov outside the front of a shopping mall. They're both 9 years younger and dressed in normal street clothes, nothing special - jeans, hoodies etc. Norigov, taller than Rissi looks over the top of his head as they loiter around to the side of the mall, a few shopping carts, maybe a crate or two in the area that they seclude themselves around.
Michael Rissi: How long is this going to take?
Norigov: Be patient.
Norigov watches on intently at the door at the back of the area that they are now suspiciously hanging around. There are no people around but Norigov fixes his eyes to the back door of one of the malls shops. It's down a small road where a rear loading depot is stationed but there are no individuals around.
Michael Rissi: Who's that? Is that him? I shouldn't even be out here doing this shit, you guys should be handling it.
Norigov doesn't wait to answer, instead he walks up the road to the back of the door where a man comes out counting a wad of cash. The man is taken by surprise and Norigov takes out a pistol and cracks him in the face with it as he grabs the cash with the other hand! He tries to wrestle the cash but they come to a stalemate until Norigov points the gun in his face! Rissi walks up to them and slowly puts the gun down from Norigov's arms.
Man #1: What the fuck is this!? Huh!? What is this!?
The man has an Eastern European accent, much more noticeable than Norigov's faint one. Rissi helps the man up and reaches into his pocket pulling out a black trash bag as he unfolds it.
Michael Rissi: All right, come on you know how this works.
Norigov smacks the guy with the pistol once more as Rissi puts the bag over his head! They both grab him and drag him up the depot road as he struggles. A Black Mercedes quickly pulls up at the end of the road and Rissi and Norigov throw the struggle man in the back as Rissi runs around to the passenger and Norgiov gets in the back. The car speeds off!
Man #1: Why you do this to me!? Wait! WAIT!?
Internal of the car now, a young Burek is driving as Rissi looks in the back as Norigov pulls the trash bag off of his head! Norigov hits him once more with the pistol!
Norigov: Where did you get all of those drugs you go in and deal to there every week huh? You think you can come from the city and this is your turf? Who gave you those drugs?
Man #1: I have no idea what you're saying? What drugs!?
Norigov hits him once more with the pistol and now the man is bleeding from his forehead.
Norigov: Don't bullshit me. I didn't come here to this country so people can bullshit me. Where did you get the drugs.
Burek Advanced: Just kill him. Kill him now it will solve problem...
Michael Rissi: All right, no one is killing anyone... Just fucking tell us and we'll dump you out here.
There is complete chaos in the car as Rissi tries to keep a level head among everyone. Rissi looks into the mans eyes and he looks back. He tries to look away but Rissi keeps his gaze locked in on him. The man is snapped out of the stare down by the sound of Norigov readying his gun!
Man #1: Jamal... Jamal supplies me.
Without hesitation or worry for the pistol in this face anymore, the man answers with no emotion as he stares back at Rissi.
Michael Rissi: How long is this going to take?
Norigov: Be patient.
Norigov watches on intently at the door at the back of the area that they are now suspiciously hanging around. There are no people around but Norigov fixes his eyes to the back door of one of the malls shops. It's down a small road where a rear loading depot is stationed but there are no individuals around.
Michael Rissi: Who's that? Is that him? I shouldn't even be out here doing this shit, you guys should be handling it.
Norigov doesn't wait to answer, instead he walks up the road to the back of the door where a man comes out counting a wad of cash. The man is taken by surprise and Norigov takes out a pistol and cracks him in the face with it as he grabs the cash with the other hand! He tries to wrestle the cash but they come to a stalemate until Norigov points the gun in his face! Rissi walks up to them and slowly puts the gun down from Norigov's arms.
Man #1: What the fuck is this!? Huh!? What is this!?
The man has an Eastern European accent, much more noticeable than Norigov's faint one. Rissi helps the man up and reaches into his pocket pulling out a black trash bag as he unfolds it.
Michael Rissi: All right, come on you know how this works.
Norigov smacks the guy with the pistol once more as Rissi puts the bag over his head! They both grab him and drag him up the depot road as he struggles. A Black Mercedes quickly pulls up at the end of the road and Rissi and Norigov throw the struggle man in the back as Rissi runs around to the passenger and Norgiov gets in the back. The car speeds off!
Man #1: Why you do this to me!? Wait! WAIT!?
Internal of the car now, a young Burek is driving as Rissi looks in the back as Norigov pulls the trash bag off of his head! Norigov hits him once more with the pistol!
Norigov: Where did you get all of those drugs you go in and deal to there every week huh? You think you can come from the city and this is your turf? Who gave you those drugs?
Man #1: I have no idea what you're saying? What drugs!?
Norigov hits him once more with the pistol and now the man is bleeding from his forehead.
Norigov: Don't bullshit me. I didn't come here to this country so people can bullshit me. Where did you get the drugs.
Burek Advanced: Just kill him. Kill him now it will solve problem...
Michael Rissi: All right, no one is killing anyone... Just fucking tell us and we'll dump you out here.
There is complete chaos in the car as Rissi tries to keep a level head among everyone. Rissi looks into the mans eyes and he looks back. He tries to look away but Rissi keeps his gaze locked in on him. The man is snapped out of the stare down by the sound of Norigov readying his gun!
Man #1: Jamal... Jamal supplies me.
Without hesitation or worry for the pistol in this face anymore, the man answers with no emotion as he stares back at Rissi.
4:40PM
Richmond, Virginia
4 Days Later/First Scene
EHWF Uprising Training Facility
Richmond, Virginia
4 Days Later/First Scene
EHWF Uprising Training Facility
Coming into scene after the flashback, the internal is a training facility/gym setting - quite a spacious area with two wrestling rings in the center, machines to the left, weight racks to the right and bags hanging from the back. There is a big closed roller door adjacent to a ramp on the other side of the area where up there is the entrance door. In the mix of all of the punching bags we see Brianna Brookes. She's dressed in a light green sports bra and shorts. She is in astounding shape, the definition of fitness at the moment as she stays focused, working out against the punching bags.
Brianna, after an intense stare down with one of the bags, unleashes an ferocious assault into one of the bags! Punch after punch after punch, Brianna is a blur of impact and pure speed as she shows off her pure ability. Two other athletes training near ringside can only watch on, impressed and somewhat shocked as Brianna picks up even more speed and shakes the rest of the bags with the impact of her punches as she brutalises the bag!
*WHACK!* *WHACK!* *WHACK!* *WHACK*
Brianna suddenly stops as the bags around her swing and sway. The bag she unleashed the assault on is all worn and tenderised as the leather is now all weathered and stretched. Brianna lets out a calming breath and looks behind her in the corner of her eyes. Her eyebrow raises a little as she lets out another breath. A few seconds later the entrance door behind her opens.
David D'Rocco: I think that's enough now Brianna, don't you?
David D'Rocco stands in the doorway wearing a dress shirt and jeans as he has a rather unimpressed and annoyed look plastered upon his face. Brianna turns and looks back up at him as she strikes the bag with a quick jab.
Brianna Brookes: Why? I'm having a great time this afternoon.
David D'Rocco: They're trying to do Uprising shoots and promotional videos in the next area. You've been here all day since this morning causing a ruckus and pretty much smashing up all this new shit... Go and take a rest or do something?
Brianna Brookes: I have to prepare don't I? I'm not sitting in some office, I'm fighting in the ring, sometimes scores of people at a time. You saw me win that Mayhem Mountain thing right?
David rolls his eyes and leans over on the railing next to the ramp.
David D'Rocco: Yes, I saw... Now begone.
Brianna Brookes: I'm not done.
David isn't getting though and he can't do much about it. A couple more rookies show up with their gym bags wanting to train as they stand idle. David looks over at them then back at Brianna who leaps a perfect form kick into the almost depleted bag!
David D'Rocco: Can you drive? I don't know, I'm assuming...
Brianna looks up.
Brianna Brookes: What kind of question is that?
David takes a set of keys out of his pocket and wings them at Brianna. Brianna catches them with her index finger through the key ring and spins the keys around while she looks up at David.
David D'Rocco: Take the Ferrari and go and pick up Michael from the hangar... But please PLEASE do not fuck up that car or I'll never hear the end of it.
Brianna looks down at the keys and her eyes light up a little. She looks back up at David and smirks with a shine in her eye.
9:45PM
Present Time (4 Days Earlier/Last Scene)
HBW House Show
Ballarat Victoria, Australia
Inside a small semi-outdoor hall in Ballarat Victoria, we see a ring set up inside and a ring set up outside. There are die hard wrestling fans spread around both areas but most outside as they've come to see tonights treat, an appearance from EHWF's Michael Rissi. Rissi is inside the ring with another competitor as they've just performed. They're outside in the makeshift wrestling area as Rissi is on one corner and the competitor is on the other celebrating with the fans! Rissi slides out of the ring and celebrates with the fan, even getting over the barricade and sliding on a car parked in the outside hall area where the fans flock to!
Michael Rissi: This is what I'm talking about right now! HBW! HBW!
The other competitor joins Rissi on the roof of the car as he passes him a bottle of Ciroc and a mic as the fans get up close and personal and cheer as they look up at Rissi.
Dawg: Hey! EHWF's Michael Rissi in he fuckin' house tonight! Did you think you'd see this again!?
Michael Rissi: All ya'll are so amazing! What a night it's been! EHWF in the house bay-bay! What dem say!?
Rissi takes a swig from the Ciroc bottle and raises the mic up high to the cheering fans.
Michael Rissi: Hey... Ey Yo! Hey fuck Chris Crippler mane! Fuck that fucking douchebag fucking trash that has the audacity to call himself a wrestler! Fuck 'em!
The crowd goes nuts as Rissi sits atop the car just next to the barricade and ring!
Michael Rissi: This goes out to the amateurs in the back here at this HBW House Show because if a talentless, bland and boring fuckwit like Chris Crippler can make it to the EHWF then anyone fuckin' can! Fucking Chris Crappler wants to call me 'stupid' on Twitter and not even @ me because he's a pussy and he's got an inferiority complex... Fuck Chris Crippler man. I guess on top of being a fucking brain-dead, boring, talentless hack - he's also a fuckin' pussy!
The local crowd joins in on a "Fuck Crappler" chant as people whip out their iPhones and the HBW Online Crew keep filming.
Michael Rissi: You guys... You guys I swear Twitter had ruined this shit, it's ruined the game man. You got these bitch ass niggas Tweeting instead of training or cutting a promo or talkin' about their fucking match. You've got cunts who have no respect for this game or anything anymore. You've got cunts who'd rather have a trending tweet than a title shot... Fuck 'em all huh?! FUCK 'EM ALL!
The fans all gather closer around Rissi and the ring as they go NUTS! Rissi holds up the mic and the bottle of Ciroc to the cheering fans!
Michael Rissi: @ me nigga, @ me! Fucking Chris Crappler... I don't even know who Chris Crippler is mane. Some fucking arrogant douche who was big in some Indy shithole that no one watched and thought he was big time when James Samson gave his ass a job. Fuck him right? Nigga wants to call me stupid on Twitter like anyone actually cares about him well fuck him and fuck his mother too! This asshole got a wife? Kids? Well fuck them too! This ain't Twitter nigga.
Michael hands the rest of the Ciroc over to Dawg. He's only drank less than a quarter of the less than regular sized bottle.
Michael Rissi: No one gives a shit what trash you compete in or what meaningless plastic you hold... it's all about EH-Dub Nigga! EH-Dub! EH-Dub! This ain't not Twitter Wrestling Federation son this is the real deal so fuck that little bitch!
The fans continue their chants and laugh on as Rissi nods and raises his arms.
Michael Rissi: Sah'ta Thor, that motherfucker wants to try and take me, take my fam, my friends, what I've worked for then let this bitch ass punk try, I've buried him more times than I can remember. Beating this geriatric nigga is a habit now, I don't give a fuck if both my necks are broken son, I'll knock anyone from The New Empire out fuckin' clean. Fuck The New Empire and anyone that's with 'em. This is the real world fam and I don't play like Twitter. I'm not a game boy so don't push me.
Dawg points at Rissi as they jump on the car roof and hype up the rest of the fans as it starts to look like an out of control music festival at night!
Michael Rissi: I was never in Twitter Wrestling Federation son, I was in EHWF - I AM in EHWF! I don't have to brag about some bullshit MEANINGLESS Indy fuckin' career because while you were dwindling wrestling in front of 30 people for half a ham and cheese sandwich as payment, I was fuckin' blazing the industry in the biggest and best place of all time and if you disagree with that then FUCK YOU and anyone who's with ya! I've never been a Kevin Hunter, do whatever it takes to win, talk trash behind a nigga back then smile in his face cos you got no balls! I've never been a Eric Smith, run away when the shit gets real, pussy out and turn into a little punk bitch after people though you were someone tough, I ain't never been that. I'm not some High Spot dickhead ass kiss who lacks independent thought and I've never been a bully... I've just been ME which is something that I can't say for other people. I'm Michael Rissi son!
11:05PM
2 Days Later
Wellington, New Zealand
We come into the darkness of a backstage area at a wrestling show. It seems like a decent sized show as we can hear fans screaming outside and can partially see some of the arena from the dark and shadowy back hallway we're presented with as a setting. Suddenly among the shadows we see 4 obscured figures walking up the hallway, smoke billowing around the one in the center as we see the illumination of a cigar flame.
Goon #1: We can go to the US. Rissi said at the HBW show that he'll be leaving for there soon. Is that the perfect time, Gator?
The faction comes into the light. The first goon, a slender man, dressed in a blue tracksuit. The second goon, a large man, very wide in the shoulders with a serious look on his face dressed in a tank top and jeans. A beautiful young woman, walking in red heels and a tan coloured dress, clicking behind the leader. The leader who we now know as Gator, a large man with the expression of distain and arrogance on his face. He has a giant cigar hanging out of his mouth as he puffs on it. He has a large coat on with one of his hands concealed inside the sleeve and his hair is slicked back.
Gator: There is no reason too. I didn't know Rissi was back in Australia and I didn't know he'd be at a HBW House Show. His tirade seems to have gone quite viral in the past couple of days. Remind me again why we should go to the US and EHWF?
Goon #1: Trying to crack Rissi and the EHWF for years now from the sidelines has been hard. Rissi has a million and one things to deal with right now so now would be the perfect time to strike would it not? Gerry O'Shea is there, Thor is still doing things somehow, we have a lot of openings.
Gator: We can barely fix anything over at HBW and you want to try and crack EHWF now? Ellia, what's the update on that performance Rissi put on at HBW.
The beautiful young woman is buried in her iPhone and looks up for a brief moment, staring at Gator.
Ellia DeMarco: Nothing... It's trending around at the moment but it looks to be slowing down. You know how Rissi is, he'll do this from time to time, you can't sensor him. This isn't a sign of stress or weakness in anyway, he just went into overdrive for the fans like he does. Going to the US now would be dumb, there is no opening to fix anything at EHWF.
Gator: So... Gerry O'Shea is there hmm? He still owes me from 2009...
Ellia DeMarco: Don't do it. Like you said, we can't crack into HBW, if you want the treasure chest then you might just have to keep waiting.
Goon #2: But it's been so long already and things are starting to dry up around the world. EHWF would be a never ending cash machine. How did Gerry O'Shea get there and not us?
Gator: Sah'ta Thor but I haven't talked to him in years... Regardless it's not like Gerry will last long, he's not strong enough to beat Michael Rissi, even if he's joined forces with Sah'ta Thor.
Ellia DeMarco: Another reason why we shouldn't go and just focus on what's already on out plates.
Goon #1: True but Gator, don't you think that if we joi... GAH!
Seemingly in an instant, Gator takes a step back, pushing Ellia back a step as a shiny, barely viewable line of glare shoots across the hallway as the group walks! The string like reflective line shoots right into the neck of the skinny Goon and he goes down to the floor right away, eyes rolled back and bleeding from a small flesh wound in his neck! Ellia and the second Goon look up, startled but Gator simply smirks as there is a trio standing across from Gator and his crew while Gator puffs on his cigar. A very tall man in his early thirties in a purple suit and a pink and purple feather scarf with wide pink sunglasses leads two other heavies behind him as he smirks over at Gator. A standoff ensues as intensity grows in the air!
Gator: Heh...
To Be Continued