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Post by Michael Rissi on Dec 2, 2020 9:02:53 GMT -5
We come into the backstage training area of the EHWF Amphitheater where all EHWF Shows are being held at the moment. Panning through the scene we see a state of the art gym with giant images of several of the EHWF Competitors placed on the walls. There are weights, machines, workout structures, rings and punching bags all over the place but the gym is completely empty and unoccupied as it's very early in the morning here in Miami.
The gym is void of people and almost completely silent aside from some chatter outside in the hallway and the eventual clanks and bashes from the beast himself - Michael Rissi who is working out in the corner, curling an over stacked bending barbell of ridiculous amounts of weight with remarkable and impressive strength. Michael is in a pair of Adidas shorts and runners with a gold chain around his neck and chest.
Rissi continues to blast out concentrated rep after concentrated rep until he slows down - his ears pricking up just before he hears the doors to the training gym open up. With Abomination still in the back of his mind, he slows his reps right down as he positions to see who it is.
TBC: Anyone -- looking for a good CD
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2020 17:07:49 GMT -5
Rissi relaxes when he notices that the person who has entered the gym is the number one contender for the EHWF World Heavyweight Championship, Killer Carter. She sets her duffel bag down before opening it up and removing a towel, a bottle of water and some wireless black ear buds before she walks over to one of the running machines and switches it on as she briefly glances over to Rissi.
Killer Carter: You seem like you're on edge there, dude. You okay?
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Post by Michael Rissi on Dec 3, 2020 22:26:33 GMT -5
Michael drops the massive bar and weights with a ground shaking *THUD* as he looks behind him and sees Killer Carter. Michael shakes his head.
Michael Rissi: I'm fine - just getting ready for Abomination next week as you should be getting ready for your match with Ana Somnia... I'm getting deja vu from the last time we met in this gym - that was right before your title match with Ana Somnia the last time, right?
Michael grabs some of his things to leave as he turns his back to go to the entrance. He stops as he hears the door creak open once more.
TBC: Killer Carter/Anyone.
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Post by Stephen Sebastian on Dec 3, 2020 23:13:48 GMT -5
That was when Stephen Sebastian stepped through the door into the gym, wearing a pair of black sweatpants and a gray tanktop that has had to be stretched out to fit over his muscular frame...not that it's really concealing much.. He held the door open to allow Brandon Bash to enter through the door behind him. Bash was sporting a blue Armani suit with a cocky smirk spreading across his lips as he sees not only the number one contender to the EHWF Championship, but none other than Michael Rissi as well.
Brandon Bash: Hmm...today must be our lucky day, Stephen! It's my dear old friend, Michael Rissi! And...uh...Killer Carrie, right? The other one other than Ana Somnia that could barely handle my daughter in a two-on-one situation on Mayhem?
Bash lets out a small chuckle to himself as Stephen never takes his gaze off of Rissi.
Brandon Bash: It's a wonder how you were able to pull off winning the Retribution Royale. Anyways...
Bash turns his attention away from Carter, as if she wasn't even worth his time. Both he and Stephen make their way towards Rissi. Stephen steps up right next to Rissi, finally breaking his gaze from him and staring down at the barbell that Rissi had just dropped.
Brandon Bash: You would think that a man of your stature in this company would be more respectable, and actually put up the weights you use. And people call me an asshole...
Stephen reaches down and lifts the barbell with ease. He goes back to not breaking eye contact with Rissi while he begins to do his own set of reps with the weights.
Brandon Bash: It is truly honorable of you to think you can actually take on Abomination, Michael. If only you knew what he was truly capable of...you haven't even seen the slightest of his power. I am truly looking forward to becoming even more filthy rich when he finally puts you down come Scars and Stripes. And on the tenth anniversary of the show. How fitting...
Bash lets out another chuckle as he folds his arms across his chest, while Stephen continues to lift the weights with ease, not even breaking a sweat...
TBC by Michael Rissi/Killer Carter/Anyone
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Post by Michael Rissi on Dec 3, 2020 23:38:57 GMT -5
Michael Rissi doesn't look impressed as he looks at both Bash and Stephen then back at Killer Carter for a moment. Stephen continues to curl the weights and Michael just shakes his head at both of them.
Michael Rissi: Bash, people call you an asshole because you're an asshole. You might be trying to provoke me right now but it's not going to work. I have bigger things on my mind, like you mentioned - Abomination. You guys? You guys are small time right now, just like that muppet Black Man. Even if I wanted to make time for you, I couldn't that's how insignificant you and... er...
Michael Rissi looks Stephen in the eyes as he continues his workout. Michael shrugs, not recalling his name.
Michael Rissi: ...how insignificant you and... and... Stanley here? ...You and Stanley are right now in the scheme of things. Do I blame you for Abomination? No Brandon, I don't - you got him the deal with EHWF because you had money on your mind but he wanted to defeat me long before you crossed paths with him.
Michael walks past Stephen who seems unfazed by the whole thing yet has a look of rage in his eyes. Michael gets up a little closer to Bash who hasn't stopped smirking the whole time.
Michael Rissi: You can come in here all confident and talk shit to me and Killer Carter and whoever else all you want but I'm going to make sure you don't collect any fuckin' bounty. I always put on a stellar 5 star massive match at Scars and Stripes - whether it be against Black Man, DGS, Scorpion, Ryan Morgan... WHOEVER but I don't think it's fitting at all that for the 10th anniversary, I'm facing some random psychopath who wants to break me...
Killer Carter watches on at the unfolding scene she has found herself in - perhaps ready to interject. Rissi takes another slight step away, picking up his phone from the bench.
Michael Rissi: If you'll recall - when I was thinking of a return... I had a few ideas for another possible Scars and Stripes match opponent... Abomination wasn't one of them.
TBC: Brandon/Stevo, Killer Carter, Anyone.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2020 10:48:15 GMT -5
Carter shakes her head and is now the one to get into Bash's face.
Killer Carter: You know, I'm getting pretty fucking sick and tired of people overlooking me! First there's Somnia who continues to run her damn mouth about how she's going to have no problem in beating me again for the World Championship... and now there's you...
The behemoth snarls.
Killer Carter: The truth of the matter is... when it comes to pieces of trash like you? The only fucking reason why you seem so unstoppable is because you and all those assholes you run with all work together giving yourselves an advantage. On your own? You're nothing! Nobody gives a fuck about you, your daughter or anyone else you role with!
She walks back over to the running machine, switches it off and grabs her towel, bottle of water and ear buds and heads back over to her duffel bag. She puts them back into the bag and slings it over a shoulder.
Killer Carter: I don't even know why I bother fucking coming to this place when I have a gym at home where I can work out in peace, away from fucking scumbags like you, Bash.
She then turns to Rissi.
Killer Carter: Good luck against Abomination, Rissi... and good luck having to listen to this shit stain run his fucking mouth. I'm out.
And with that, KC exits the gym.
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Post by Stephen Sebastian on Dec 5, 2020 3:22:34 GMT -5
Bash just stands there, looking at the door that Killer Carter just stormed out of.
Brandon Bash: If I can get under her skin that easily...then I am correct to think so little of her. Just imagine how much I'll be on her nerves if she actually pulls out the victory at Scars and Stripes after Stephen walks out of Feast or Fired with the World Championship opportunity.
Bash chuckles to himself, as he raises his chin up a bit and beams the most obnoxious, shit-eating grin on his face. He turns his attention back to Rissi. Stephen is still standing in the same spot, continuing to lift the weights with ease. His eyes had never left Rissi, even when Killer Carter had made her exit. Killer Carter wasn't the target. Not yet, at least.
Brandon Bash: Oh, Michael...of course you would rather face anyone else at Scars and Stripes besides Abomination. Because he doesn't want to just break you...he absolutely needs to. Because if he doesn't, he knows there will be consequences. But don't worry, ol' Mikey boy. If Abomination does somehow manage to lose...I've always got a back-up plan. Stanley here could easily take you out, but I figured it would be more profitable and entertaining for the company if a freak show like Abomination had first crack. Not to mention, it sure is great to see the great and mighty Michael Rissi get all riled up before he finally knows the taste of defeat.
Bash walks over to Stephen and pats him on the shoulder before turning back to address Rissi once again.
Brandon Bash: Continue to look over us, Michael. Let us continue to be insignificant Because, before you know it...you will regret it. If I weren't retired, I would have gladly gotten in that ring with you and cashed in on the bounty myself at Scars and Stripes. Because nothing will be more fulfilling than seeing you lose at Scars and Stripes. And this won't be another five star match for you to put on. This is going to be a fight. A fight for your fucking life...
Bash leans over so Stephen can see him, and nods his head towards Rissi. Stephen steps up to Rissi, his eyes still not breaking focus of him. The two colossal men stare at each other, neither man showing any signs of fear of the other. Stephen would then quickly shove the weight bar at Rissi's chest, looking to shove him down. But Rissi catches the weight bar with such swiftness and ease, Stephen's eyes actually widen with shock for a moment. Bash clenches his hands and his jaw in anger as both Stephen and Rissi are grasping onto the bar. The two men seem to be testing each others strength, though it would seem like they are standing at a stalemate. Bash reaches up and loosens his tie a from around his neck a bit as he steps over and stands next to Stephen.
Brandon Bash: Ease up, Stephen. I'm sure you will get the chance to show Mikey here just what you are capable of. It's just too bad it will have to be after Abomination breaks his spirit. You two facing off in the ring before you're broken, Michael...that would be just as good of a pay day as the bounty itself...
For what is more than likely the first time ever, Stephen doesn't do what Bash tells him to do. He doesn't ease up at all. He continues to test the strength of Michael Rissi. So far, Stephen has only heard stories of this man. He could never pass up on this opportunity to finally see Rissi's strength first hand. Stephen's eyes burn with rage as he continues to never break eye contact with Rissi, as the two continue to grasp onto the weight bar, testing each other out and seeing just who will get the upper hand in a rest of strength... TBC by Rissi/Anyone.
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Post by Michael Rissi on Dec 5, 2020 4:10:56 GMT -5
Michael smirks a little as he sees Stephen's eyes widen at the bar not budging at all. Michael shrugs his giant shoulders and after a while lets go of the bar and fobs Stephen off with a grin while Stephen stands there, clenching the bar in a rage; an unfamiliar feeling of not overpowering someone when it came to the test.
Michael Rissi: Like I said boys, right now you're insignificant and you mean nothing.
Michael takes a few steps around Bash who is almost in a stance with his fist clenched and face frowned but as Michael walks past him, he stands there, following him with his eyes while Stephen grunts, dropping the massive weight on the ground with an expressive temper. Both men stare off at Michael now as he slightly turns his back to them, facing the door.
Michael Rissi: It's surprising isn't it Brandon? I announce I'm coming back to competition this year and have a goal of fighting all of those who I never got the chance to and suddenly I hear that everyone is retiring from competition... Including you. What a - coincidence?
Michael Rissi gives a chuckle and shakes his head.
Michael Rissi: I wouldn't bet on Abomination, Brandon so don't go spending the bounty before you get it because there's no way you're collecting it. You have an idea of what I'm capable of but you have no idea how far I'll go to defeat Abomination and you have no idea of how strong I've become in the time EHWF was gone. But I don't want you to worry. I'm sure there will be plenty of time for me to flatten you and Stephen and Black Man and any other CPO filth that want to step up and get embarrassed... but right now - you're not as important. It's true Abomination is like one I've never fought before and it's because of that, you're confident he'll win. If it were anyone else; you wouldn't bet against me.
Michael takes a couple more steps away. We see a close up of Michael's face in the shadow of the door - his eyes closed and a small smile while we focus on Brandon and Stephen watching behind him.
Michael Rissi: Abomination can't feel pain? I'll teach him pain...
TBC: Brandon Bash/Stephen Sebastian
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Post by Stephen Sebastian on Dec 6, 2020 21:57:52 GMT -5
Both Bash and Stephen are standing there looking at Rissi, rage building up inside of them. But Bash would then take in a deep breath, calming himself down before letting out a scoff as Rissi claims that he will make Abomination feel pain.
Brandon Bash: The only pain that this man feels, if you could even call him a man any more, is the pain of your existence. If you only knew, Michael...then you would understand why I am truly loving the irony of it all...
These words seem to catch some curiosity out of Rissi, but he just shakes his head. After all, this was Brandon Bash he was speaking to. Stephen would walk up to where he was standing behind his employer, crossing his massive arms across his muscular chest. Bash would give a small shrug of his shoulders before he continued on.
Brandon Bash: As for my retirement? That happened the night Eric Smith defeated me for the Bad Blood Championship in our Kristallnacht match. It was supposed to end on a different note, but...it's hard to continue on a charade of fighting for pathetic things like honor and the adoration of the fans after you've finally claimed the one thing I never thought would be mine to claim. Besides, I am no match for you, Michael. More so now than ever. The early days of my career took it's toll on me, thinking I had to do death defying stunts to have the crowd love me. But, that's why I was happy to make my return after I found Stephen here. And, of course, after my daughter had come to her senses and realized that she was wasting time with the likes of Wilmer.
Bash once again flashed a cocky smirk across his lips.
Brandon Bash: But it is nice to know you think so highly of me, Michael. Stephen here will gladly step into the ring and take my place. Or even dear Alexandria could do so. What they lack in the knowledge of wrestling that I posses, they surely make up for with their athletic prowess and ability. Just as you claim that I have no idea how strong you have gotten these last few years, you also have no idea just how strong Stephen truly is. This man has traversed all over the world, training and learning the arts of many fighting styles. Until Wilmer pulled that victory out of his ass, Stephen has only truly lost once in his life. The training he has endured since he was a child is more than you could have ever done while you were training in Australia at that farm or even here in America while at Divine! But, do go on thinking that you have everything sorted out and that you'll prevail like you always do. Because one day, Michael...you won't prevail. And when that day comes, I want you to remember that in one way, or another...it will be because of me...
Bash once again chuckles to himself, staring at Rissi through his reflection in the gym door. That is when Bash is suddenly surprised when Stephen steps around Bash and steps up behind Rissi.
Stephen Sebastian: Please give me regards to Sal D'Rocco when you see him next. He taught me a great deal when we met...
Bash's look of surprise had turned into that of a small, sinister grin as Stephen stepped beside Michael, and pushed the door open with his left hand for Michael. If Rissi had any curiosity as to who Stephen had lost to before Wilmer, he now had that answer.
Brandon Bash: See, Michael? Not all of us in the Corporate Power Originals are assholes. You must have gained some sort of respect from my new client...because I must admit, that was the first time I have ever heard him speak aside from his usual roars of rage.
Bash stands there, awaiting to see if Rissi has anything else to say while Stephen continues to hold the gym door open. TBC by Rissi
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Post by Michael Rissi on Dec 7, 2020 4:12:10 GMT -5
Again Michael shakes his head and smirks, not turning around to face either Brandon or Stephen as he stands in the doorway.
Michael Rissi: I get it - you watch me, you know me, you keep tabs on me. I'm sure you get a lot of satisfaction having to keep tabs on people for whatever reason but that still doesn't change the fact that you... either of you... are worth a damn at the moment. No matter what you say, no matter what you did or who your saw or what you utter to get a rise out of me - I just don't care. You're not even a blip on my radar. Michael takes one more step, half outside the door as Stephen continues to hold it and Bash smirks. Michael Rissi: You had your time Bash, you had your chance and you can fade away in the past with your Eric Smith and your Kristallnacht Match - there are plenty of other people more worthy that I want to face in my career here that aren't pussies... but Stephen here isn't one of them. Michael scoffs and lets out an obnoxious laugh as he tilts his head slightly and barely looks over at Stephen by the door. Michael Rissi: You can keep talking all you want - you just said your first words after all but I don't care who you met or what you know so why don't you let me hit you with some truths. You think you can beat me? You're not even worth 2 minutes of my time in the ring, punk. What have you done here? You beat up some obese under-card show starters and some weirdo clown freak rookies... And what happened when you had to step up? When you actually had a challenge present itself to you? ...You lost. You got defeated. You failed.
Michael shakes his head, feeling the anger grow in both Stephen and Brandon. Michael Rissi: It didn't matter how big and bad and confident and dangerous you were. The crunch came... Your bosses worst nemesis, his ex-son in law, the biggest enemy to your faction and WHAT happened? You lost... You didn't lose because you were screwed or because Wilmer pulled a win out of his ass or because Wilmer was determined and wanted it more and kept fighting with heart... you lost because you fucking suck... and it's as simple as that... Michael laughs, amused as he turns back away from the two, not waiting to see their reactions. Whether Michael is digging himself a hole or not - he doesn't care. He's enjoying trying to get a rise out of Bash.
Michael Rissi: So when you say I have no idea how strong you are and you've trained all over the world and blah blah blah... Just remember, you've done nothing, you've beaten no one and you've proved nothing except that you can't get the job done when the crunch comes. Step in the ring with me? Like I said, you're not worth my time... but after I defeat Abomination - if you and your pathetic career are still around then I'll be happy to embarrass you just like Wilmer did... I hope you guys have a bad day.
Michael Rissi slowly walks out of the gym into the hallway. Stephen is looking enraged while Brandon looks indifferent still with a slight smirk on his face. Stephen slams the door shut in anger causing a boom in the EHWF Center, almost taking the door off of it's hinges!
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