Post by Rissi on Oct 25, 2011 5:27:38 GMT -5
-When one is held down, forced to do things they don't want to do and ultimately double crossed by fools they thought were respectable individuals; how can one trust in this industry again?
Answer? It's simple really, you get back up and you compete in anything you can. You get involved with the right and determined individuals that aren't seen as a joke in everyone else's eyes just like the others who betrayed you were. I was screwed by those dismal excuses for competitors and now that I'm free at last, it’s time for some revenge.-
Answer? It's simple really, you get back up and you compete in anything you can. You get involved with the right and determined individuals that aren't seen as a joke in everyone else's eyes just like the others who betrayed you were. I was screwed by those dismal excuses for competitors and now that I'm free at last, it’s time for some revenge.-
We come into the outside arena of EHWF. It's almost night and some street lights are on as we can see the new signee to EHWF, Michael Rissi standing outside next to a large metal door of this weeks shows arena. Michael Rissi is decked out in a dark leather jacket with a black shirt underneath it, he is wearing a shadowy pair of jeans and white framed sunglasses which hide his eyes. Rissi is talking on his iPhone as he waits outside the arena.
Michael Rissi
I don't care what 'contract' I signed over there at your pathetic Weirdo Kombat Shithole, you guys screwed me and I want out. I want out now.
Voice over Phone
No! No way, you cannot leave. It was simply business.
Michael Rissi
Well you don't have a choice, you broke your terms and I'm leaving, so sign the papers or I'll get them signed. You created this when you chose to put over a guy in a costume in that pathetic, weirdo infested place that you call a Syndicate. Simply put, you shouldn't have screwed me because you had to have known this would be the result. In closing I'll give you 24 hours to send me the confirmation of my release.
Voice over Phone
No wait! Come on please, we can work this out. My Co-Co-Co GM's will have my ass if you are released.
Michael Rissi
No, we can't work this out; you screwed me over end of story. I was fighting that pathetic match to show the fans we weren't a joke, but you put that dress up loser over with your underhandedness so now you must deal with the consequences. Hell I even thought some of the other guys in the back would have supported me because I thought they were respectable and skilled but I was wrong. You have 24 hours.
Voice over Phone
No! Please god no, I need you here Rissi. We need you here. This place is going to die without you, you’re the only one that puts any effort into it. Please don't go, I can't go back to unemployment they won't accommodate my ass. Please I beg of you do not leave.
Michael Rissi
You should have thought of that before you screwed me for your own ridiculous purposes, B. Like I said 24 hours. Farewell.
Voice over Phone
Please Wait! Don't Hang U...
Click! Rissi ends the call and a slight, trivial smirk develops on his face as he physically displays a feeling of satisfaction and contentment. Rissi settles as if he were to be feeling the emotion of compensation yet he quickly snaps out of it and grows to become more serious again. He reaches for the phone once more and finds another number, making a second call.
Second Voice on Phone
Hello?
Michael Rissi
It's me. What's good?
Second Phone Voice
What the hell is wrong with you? I just got a message from B, do you realise what will happen if you leave? You will destroy this place.
Michael Rissi
That's the consequence that all the fools in Weak Kombat Scumhole face now. I will get revenge on you guys for screwing me and making me look stupid. I mean, you guys run things like a cartoon over there so as far as I'm concerned your little trivial company can die after my departure and you and the rest of the losers there can live in the streets for all I care.
Second Phone Voice
Just calm down and think about what you’re doing, you know I would bring this place to success by any means.
Michael Rissi
No, it’s too late for you to do anything. I was the only dedicated one in that place and it will die. I expected better from some people over there but when you have to deal with grown men obsessed with Pokémon and dressing up. Making a mockery out of the industry and the sport with their stupid ideas. Different dimensions, guys dressing up as dragons, no detail or fairness of any kind. I mean it's clear that they were not mentally sane and they are probably proud of that but the bottom line is they have the mental capacity of children. These are not grown men, they are not skilled and the only way they have excelled in their careers is because they run the federations and companies they compete in. The latest one just turned out to be the worst. What the hell was with all the damn fiction, the dressing up, the ending every single word with 'eh' like they were idiots, the screwing real competitors over to make sure your loser friends won and what was with guys over there with the love of large - ugly pasty girls and...
Second Phone Voice
Ok! Ok! I get it but please Rissi don't leave. I have your release form here but I don't want to have to sign it, please I can help you.
Michael Rissi
You have 24 hours to sign it and agree to my release. I will not be coming back and I will be expecting to see my release from your pathetic place.
Second Phone Voice
Now wait just a second. Now you let me say something
Michael Rissi
No you let me say something.
I've been patiently waiting for our time to come since ‘06, that's when I first signed and thought everything was go quick. What's a Federation when your GM is a fanboy whose only obvious motive is focusing on his friends shit? Ironic how he won't let me go, and do my own shit. I promise though I had been taking some snow, boy I don't need sleep. Sometimes I feel I'll be better off if I sold bricks instead of competing but still no matter how hard it gets, I won't quit. I got so much rage inside I can make hell afraid. I'm the rebel with his fists in the air yelling from centre stage. Now I'm a renegade that's what happens when you try to treat a grown ass man like he's in the second grade. Now all that GM really cares about is getting laid by his Dragonboy and thinks that he's invincible because he's hella paid but who god blessed no one shall curse. It's only a matter of time before I blow up like a hand grenade.
So peace, you got 24 hours.
Click! Michael Rissi hangs up on the second person. He places his iPhone back in his jacket pocket slowly and then looks at the window of the floor above the arena door. Rissi is in deep thought as he glares at the window; he takes his phone out once more and finds another number.
The phone answers quickly.
Michael Rissi
J?
End RP
Michael Rissi
I don't care what 'contract' I signed over there at your pathetic Weirdo Kombat Shithole, you guys screwed me and I want out. I want out now.
Voice over Phone
No! No way, you cannot leave. It was simply business.
Michael Rissi
Well you don't have a choice, you broke your terms and I'm leaving, so sign the papers or I'll get them signed. You created this when you chose to put over a guy in a costume in that pathetic, weirdo infested place that you call a Syndicate. Simply put, you shouldn't have screwed me because you had to have known this would be the result. In closing I'll give you 24 hours to send me the confirmation of my release.
Voice over Phone
No wait! Come on please, we can work this out. My Co-Co-Co GM's will have my ass if you are released.
Michael Rissi
No, we can't work this out; you screwed me over end of story. I was fighting that pathetic match to show the fans we weren't a joke, but you put that dress up loser over with your underhandedness so now you must deal with the consequences. Hell I even thought some of the other guys in the back would have supported me because I thought they were respectable and skilled but I was wrong. You have 24 hours.
Voice over Phone
No! Please god no, I need you here Rissi. We need you here. This place is going to die without you, you’re the only one that puts any effort into it. Please don't go, I can't go back to unemployment they won't accommodate my ass. Please I beg of you do not leave.
Michael Rissi
You should have thought of that before you screwed me for your own ridiculous purposes, B. Like I said 24 hours. Farewell.
Voice over Phone
Please Wait! Don't Hang U...
Click! Rissi ends the call and a slight, trivial smirk develops on his face as he physically displays a feeling of satisfaction and contentment. Rissi settles as if he were to be feeling the emotion of compensation yet he quickly snaps out of it and grows to become more serious again. He reaches for the phone once more and finds another number, making a second call.
Second Voice on Phone
Hello?
Michael Rissi
It's me. What's good?
Second Phone Voice
What the hell is wrong with you? I just got a message from B, do you realise what will happen if you leave? You will destroy this place.
Michael Rissi
That's the consequence that all the fools in Weak Kombat Scumhole face now. I will get revenge on you guys for screwing me and making me look stupid. I mean, you guys run things like a cartoon over there so as far as I'm concerned your little trivial company can die after my departure and you and the rest of the losers there can live in the streets for all I care.
Second Phone Voice
Just calm down and think about what you’re doing, you know I would bring this place to success by any means.
Michael Rissi
No, it’s too late for you to do anything. I was the only dedicated one in that place and it will die. I expected better from some people over there but when you have to deal with grown men obsessed with Pokémon and dressing up. Making a mockery out of the industry and the sport with their stupid ideas. Different dimensions, guys dressing up as dragons, no detail or fairness of any kind. I mean it's clear that they were not mentally sane and they are probably proud of that but the bottom line is they have the mental capacity of children. These are not grown men, they are not skilled and the only way they have excelled in their careers is because they run the federations and companies they compete in. The latest one just turned out to be the worst. What the hell was with all the damn fiction, the dressing up, the ending every single word with 'eh' like they were idiots, the screwing real competitors over to make sure your loser friends won and what was with guys over there with the love of large - ugly pasty girls and...
Second Phone Voice
Ok! Ok! I get it but please Rissi don't leave. I have your release form here but I don't want to have to sign it, please I can help you.
Michael Rissi
You have 24 hours to sign it and agree to my release. I will not be coming back and I will be expecting to see my release from your pathetic place.
Second Phone Voice
Now wait just a second. Now you let me say something
Michael Rissi
No you let me say something.
I've been patiently waiting for our time to come since ‘06, that's when I first signed and thought everything was go quick. What's a Federation when your GM is a fanboy whose only obvious motive is focusing on his friends shit? Ironic how he won't let me go, and do my own shit. I promise though I had been taking some snow, boy I don't need sleep. Sometimes I feel I'll be better off if I sold bricks instead of competing but still no matter how hard it gets, I won't quit. I got so much rage inside I can make hell afraid. I'm the rebel with his fists in the air yelling from centre stage. Now I'm a renegade that's what happens when you try to treat a grown ass man like he's in the second grade. Now all that GM really cares about is getting laid by his Dragonboy and thinks that he's invincible because he's hella paid but who god blessed no one shall curse. It's only a matter of time before I blow up like a hand grenade.
So peace, you got 24 hours.
Click! Michael Rissi hangs up on the second person. He places his iPhone back in his jacket pocket slowly and then looks at the window of the floor above the arena door. Rissi is in deep thought as he glares at the window; he takes his phone out once more and finds another number.
The phone answers quickly.
Michael Rissi
J?
End RP
