Post by Rissi on May 21, 2014 6:13:36 GMT -5
Midnight My Love
Weeks Earlier Scars & Stripes 2012
Sunday: 10:54 PM
1...
2...
KICK OUT!
DGS sits up; staring out to the crowd he shakes his head and picks Rissi up. DGS slams Rissi into the turnbuckle. DGS backs off and runs at Rissi but Rissi springs up from the corner and hits DGS with a spinebuster from out of nowhere!
Steve White: Whoa!
Chuck Thompson: Spinebuster out of nowhere, where did that come from!
DGS gets up, groggy and tries to fight through the pain. Rissi bounces off the ropes and hits DGS with a running big boot to the head. The crowd goes wild and Rissi recovers and we see blood flow from the nose of DGS.
Steve White: This one is off the hook!
Rissi quickly gets up and grabs a hurt DGS. Rissi drags DGS to the ropes and puts his mouth on the bottom rope. DGS is still hurt and in pain. The ref argues with Rissi for a moment. Rissi bounces off the ropes and boots DGS in the back of the head while the rope was still in his mouth.
Steve White: Rissi hits DGS with the Take Care! What else could this match have in it?
Chuck Thompson: Rissi has to take advantage here...
Rissi goes over to an almost unresponsive DGS and drags him to the center, looking to end the match. Rissi goes down to cover him but out of nowhere DGS kicks Rissi in the head and Rissi goes down. DGS gets up and boots Rissi in the back of the head. Rissi and DGS are both hurt. DGS is bleeding badly from his nose and mouth. Rissi is slowly getting up but he’s groggy. DGS goes to the corner and calls for his Spear once again. The crowd cheers.
Steve White: DGS is calling for the spear! Rissi is in trouble!
Chuck Thompson: It's all over for Rissi...
Rissi gets up and turns around. DGS bolts towards Rissi but Rissi acts quickly and jumps up hitting a running DGS with the doubleknee face buster End of Discord finishing move. The crowd goes nuts as DGS is laid out on the mat. Rissi is shocked but quickly crawls over and hooks the leg of DGS.
1...
2...
3!
DING DING DING!
Patricia Downs: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner and the NEW MAYHEM WORLD CHAMPION... MICHAEL RISSI!
Steve White: By gawd. Rissi did it. He beat DGS and won the Mayhem championship!
Chuck Thompson: Both of these men had an amazing incredible match here at Scars and Stripes. We thank you all for being with us... Goodnight...
Rissi gets up and rolls off of DGS, grabbing the Mayhem title belt and looking down at it on his knees as his music plays and the fans cheer. Cameras flash and confetti and fireworks begin to fall. Rissi looks out the crowd. Fireworks go off to mark the end of Scars and Stripes. We fade out at the image of Michael Rissi getting up to his feet and holding the EHWF Mayhem Championship high above his head as we are taken to the EHWF logo – ending the show.
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Monday: 9:41PM
The room is calmly lit and dim. There's a warm feeling from the illumination and the walls are of a wooden oak material. Michael Rissi struts in with a slight limp. He's dressed in a heavy dark leather jacket, dark shadowy pair of jeans, dark purple hightops and of course the Mayhem Championship slung over his shoulder. Rissi looks around the room and sees no one, no one at the table and no one on the beanbag. Rissi leaves the room into the next area - passing behind the wall.
Michael walks in and sees Joanna Isabella sitting on a black leather sofa. Joanna looks up at Michael with a smile and bright sparkling stare. Rissi walks up to her and raises the title belt high above their heads.
Michael Rissi
The Mayhem World Champion...
Rissi crashes down on the sofa and slumps down next to Joanna.
Joanna Isabella
Mhm, hehe. Well it took you long enough I must say and what a way to capture it as well. You've really done an amazing job.
Michael Rissi
Yes, it was captivating and amazing. I stunned and entertained tens of thousands of people in a way they'd never seen before and I put on the best contest ever to have been held in this company. On top of that I became the world champion.
Joanna Isabella
Alright, alright... I said you did a good job I didn't say to get all-smug on me hehe. Honestly though, you should be proud of yourself, I'm proud of you.
Michael Rissi
Hey, I never claimed to be the best in the world like David GS did so many times. It just happened. The title was thrust upon me and I reluctantly took it.
Joanna Isabella gives a confused frown for a moment before gleefully replying to Michael.
Joanna Isabella
Well, I have to know Michael, why didn't you go for the World Title earlier? Clearly you could have captured it at anytime - why not sooner?
Michael let's out a little chuckle then shakes his head as he answers.
Michael Rissi
Why? Because I was having too much fun with the Hardcore Championship. It gave me a great feeling to have some championship that wasn't regarded as the best in the federation but was the best in the people’s eyes. I loved to watch DGS or Thor defend the Mayhem title on a show and have their match not even rate close to the ratings of my match. I realized that EHWF couldn't be looked at as a joke anymore so I had to save the world title.
Joanna Isabella
Oh yeah, I forgot you're the savior around here now, hehe. So Savior is it tough work having to save everyone around here all the time or what?
Michael Rissi
I know your being a prick but yes, it is hard work having to be the savior of this place and having to look out and save every soul I come across. It's a hard job but someone has to do it and it just happened to be me...
Joanna starts laughing on the sofa and shakes her head as she has tears in her eyes. Michael grins and looks down as she puts her hand on his shoulder.
Michael Rissi
You know I'm joking. Sure I'm trying to save EHWF but there's more important things, like remembering to enjoy yourself and remembering who your friends are. A championship doesn't define your life, a championship doesn't make you who you are and a championship shouldn't be something that fully represents or displays a person. There are more important things...
Joanna Isabella
That's very profound of you Michael - actually quite a nice thought but you should be proud that you accomplished this feat and did what so many people you doubted you could do. You did it Michael and you should be proud.
Michael looks up at Joanna and smiles as he tilts his head to the side. Joanna looks down and rests her hands in her lap.
Michael Rissi
There's no way I could have done most of this without peoples support. There's no way I could have done this without your support and belief. I honestly have a lot of people who helped me and I have you to thank for supporting me and for having my back. I couldn't have done it without you.
Joanna Isabella
Awh, really? That's so sweet.
Joanna reaches over and gives Rissi a hug. A smile grows on his lips as he looks over her shoulder.
Michael Rissi
All of the people that didn't believe in me or said I couldn't do it look like complete idiots now. None of them
were in any position to give their opinion of whether I could or couldn't do it but all they did was feed my legacy. All I did was prove that I'm better than everyone, I'm the best in the world and that I could shut the mouth of anyone here - whether they be a dress up vampire fan boy or a two bit poser who could only claim he was the best in the world but could never back it up. So right now I'm sitting on top of the world and I'm not coming down.
Joanna Isabella
Well, I know a lot of people didn't believe in you but I always did. They all made some big claims but everyone was proved wrong in the end.
Michael Rissi
Yeah tell me about it. All those idiots predicted I'd lose and not just at Scars and Stripes either. DGS said that in every match there was someone who could out match me in either, speed, strength, athletics and all that but there's one thing he overlooked... Swag. No one has as much swag as Michael Rissi and that's why DGS lost. He was full of crap anyway - there's no one faster than me, I'm so fast, you wouldn't believe how fast I can be, I mean I'm damn quick shawty.
Joanna quietly laughs, trying to hide it as she shuffles around on the sofa. She then rolls her eyes with a big smile on her face and tilts her head, looking up to Rissi.
Joanna Isabella
So what happens now? What's left to do for you? It seems like it's all been done or does the champion have something else up his sleeve?
Rissi drops the title belt and stares into thin air while scratching his beard. Joanna, still with her head tilted - continues to stare at the champion.
Michael Rissi
Well, there are two kinda... like... Personas at the moment. There's Rissi - who's out there in the public eye and is the focal point of the EHWF, the savior and the most important superstar in the whole company. And then there's Michael, who's none of that and who no one but you and a few other people get to see. Both of them are incredibly different and both of them share nothing. Well, they do share one thing and that's this damn injury. It's gotten worse, I shouldn't have competed at Scars and Stripes and this aggravation couldn't have come at a worse time - but I made my bed and now I have to sleep in it.
Joanna Isabella
It's gotten worse? Are you alright - I knew something was wrong.
Michael Rissi
To be honest not, really - I'm in pretty bad shape but I can mask it well because of all the swag and everything. My leg is constantly killing me though and that's really going to effect everything.
Joanna Isabella
Can I do anything? Have you been seeing the Mayhem doctor?
Michael Rissi
I have - they say I shouldn't be competing but they can't stop me unless it gets pretty serious and I don't plan showing them that it's serious. I have a backup plan though - I've been talking to management about a few things.
Joanna looks puzzled for a moment and picks up the Mayhem Championship, slinging it up onto her shoulder and softly questioning Michael.
Joanna Isabella
Backup plan? What kind of backup plan? What does it entail exactly?
Michael Rissi
Don't worry about that. I'd like that to be a surprise to you and our other friends and to everyone else I'd like it to be a shock. Don't worry, it'll be cool.
Joanna Isabella
You can't tell me anything? Not even a little?
Michael Rissi
Nope.
Joanna slumps down and tilts her head at Rissi.
Joanna Isabella
Awh, please?
Rissi shakes his head as Joanna stares at him and plays with the Mayhem Championship belt.
Michael Rissi
Alright, I'll tell you but you have to promise me that your not going to tell anyone else. Not Jason, not Kill, not Scorpion, not even Thor. No one!
Joanna Isabella
All right I promise. Now what is it?
Rissi leans in closer to Joanna as she stares at him. Rissi ushers to her with his finger then begins to talk softly, whispering.
Joanna Isabella
What? Really? Are you serious bro? Anarchy General Manager!?
Michael Rissi
I'm 100 percent serious and then some. I can see it now - The Anarchy General Manager - the best in the universe, Michael Rissi. And this little title belt here is my ticket to getting that job.
Rissi clasps the title in his hands firmly.
Joanna Isabella
Why do you want to be the GM of Anarchy? John Swaggah is already the GM and your still signed to Mayhem.
Michael Rissi
Don't worry about Swaggah. I have that shit covered. As for why? Well I already told you I'm physically fucked up but I still have to take on Ashburn next week. I can't keep winning of I'm too badly injured so I might as well throw my weight around as the manager of Anarchy and gain some more influence in this place.
Joanna Isabella
Well that's a very interesting plan. I can't say that it makes complete sense but I do know that Scorpion isn't just going to appoint you the GM of Anarchy just because you want it.
Michael Rissi
Yeah that's true, Scorpion would probably throw my ass through the window of his office if I asked for that position, but I have Scorpion's title. He loves EHWF more than anything but what's a federation without it's world championship?
Joanna Isabella
So you really want to go for the GM of Anarchy? Well you know I'll support you no matter what but I don't know how successful your going to be in getting the job. Whatever though - I'm sure you know what your doing.
Rissi hoists the EHWF title up on his shoulder.
Michael Rissi
Right now though, I have to focus on Ashburn at King of Bereavement. There's no way I can lose or lose the EHWF title now. Ashburn's toast at KoB but I have to make sure I have everything else in order for what's going to come after.
Joanna Isabella
Don't worry about KoB or Ashburn, I'm sure you'll do fine - I'd be more worried about being the GM of Anarchy. I still can't really understand why you would want to be but your not the most popular guy over there. In most of the Anarchy superstars eyes your enemy number one.
Michael Rissi
Jealousy is a curse. Thor, Frank Finelli, Kail, Rockin' Lunatic - they can all burn in hell. They're nothing now anyway no one cares about them so they can be as mad and jealous as they wanna be. The fact is that I'm the best, I'm the champion and no one can do a damn thing about it.
Joanna Isabella
Personally I don't think Kail or his daughter will last much longer in EHWF. I'd give them a week or two before Scorpion sees how terrible they are and fires them.
Michael Rissi
Ugh, don't talk to me about them. Kail
is a disgrace and should be ashamed of himself and his daughter... Melfina has nothing in her life to be proud of - she has kids but no soul nor does she care about them. I feel sorry for those children of hers. Forget them anyway, you put her to shame and I can't even call Kail a wrestler... Why are we talking about them anyway?
Joanna Isabella
You brought it up I was just trying to say... Y'know what - never mind.
Joanna turns away and folds her hands into her lap while she looks down. Michael looks back at her.
Michael Rissi
Shawty I was just playing, what are you saying?
Joanna Isabella
I was just going to say that all the fools like Kail and Melfina and Magnus have come and gone. Some fools are still here like Frank, Thor, Ashburn and Rockin' but there's been one other guy who you haven't seen eye to eye with but has still been there most of the time. No vampire crap or overcompensating behavior - he was DGS and you beat him. People wondered who the best was and you proved it. You beat the best and the rest so maybe becoming a General Manager wouldn't be such a bad idea. What else is left to do?
Michael Rissi
True, but there are always things to
do. To be honest I turned DGS into the bad guy and demonized him. I dragged him through the mud and used that to my advantage. Thinking back, I probably went overboard. DGS isn't a bad guy. He's not my favourite person in the world but looking back now - I can see that we put on the best match in EHWF for a reason... Because we kept it real. Unlike so many others in EHWF we kept it real.
Joanna Isabella
Scorpion said it was the greatest match in EHWF history. Yet another thing you can be proud of Michael. I think that even though DGS lost, he can be proud of that as well and he should be.
Michael Rissi
Well he said there was always someone that had more speed, skill, strength, stamina etc than me and that he would beat me using that advantage but in the end that failed him. I didn't we because I had more speed, skill, strength, stamina than him - I won because I had more swag than him. I won because I had more swag!
Joanna smiles and rolls her eyes at Rissi.
Joanna Isabella
Here we go again...
Rissi laughs and gets up with the belt. He gestures to Joanna.
Michael Rissi
Come on let's go. I haven't seen Kill or Dave properly since Scars and Stripes and we dominated the biggest event of the year. Mr. EHWF has a party to attend to and your going to accompany me.
Rissi extends his hand to Joanna and helps her up as she smiles. They walk out together, Rissi with an unsteady and unsettling look across his face.
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The Week After Rissi's Last Mayhem
Rissi has walked out with the title
Wednesday: 2:04 AM
The motel door creaks open with a push, exposing its age and thus the establishment's lack of refurbishment. Out from within emerges Michael Rissi, raising an eyebrow at the chipped white paintwork on the doorframe; Scorpion really is a cheap bastard. His eyes are more sunken than usual, bleary in fact as he strolls aimlessly out into the warm air. He's here for a EHWF house show the following day, in the lead-up to 'WAR.' Rissi is no longer welcomed by EHWF. He walked out with the EHWF title and he humiliated EHWF and it's competitors for months and months.
He wonders out into the parking lot, looking up and down at the various cars, checking his own white Lamborghini for reassurance. After having numerous cars broken into in the past while on the road, Rissi was cautious where he parked these days. He lets out a small sigh of relief and looks up into the night sky, scanning the twinkling stars with a vacant expression on his face. Yet another sleepless night for the EHWF World Champion who defeated David GS so gallantly, this was going to catch up with him eventually and affect his in-ring performance.
Dressed in nondescript shadowy black jeans and a white dress shirt with a cyan pair of Jordan’s, Michael begins to cool down internally, even with the fairly warm climate. The stuffiness of his room was far worse. He turns slightly, noticing a man leaning up against the brickwork, one hand in his pocket. He squints a little in the darkness but doesn't recognize the facial features. Rissi spots the cigarette between his fingers and instantly begins walking towards the stranger, thinking he could do with a smoke right now, emotionally wounded from the drama with EHWF.
Michael Rissi
Hey, you got a smoke?
With such a long list of accolades and accomplishments to his name, Rissi's confidence was rather great. He was quite content to ask for a cigarette from a stranger at 2:04 AM in an otherwise unpopulated parking lot. The stranger nods a few times, reaches into his pants pocket and takes out a packet, lighter inside with the remaining few cigarettes, and passes it to Rissi.
?
Sorry if you smoke something different.
Michael Rissi
Nah, I'm not concerned. I actually quit years ago... Kinda, been on and off but I've been stressed lately.
Rissi replies as he takes the pack from the stranger. He pulls a cigarette out, along with the lighter. Rissi holds the rest of the pack out and the man takes it back, shoving it into his pockets again. Rissi puts the smoke between his teeth, cups round the lighter and then lights it up. He takes a quick drag, the smoke billowing into the air. He passes the lighter back too. The two men stand in silence for twenty seconds or so before the awkwardness leads Rissi to make conversation.
Michael Rissi
So what are you doing up at this time, eh?
The stranger's face remains blank, pressing the cigarette to his thin lips and looking directly into Rissi's eyes. His features are obscured by the grey hood up over his head, casting shadow down over the lower half of his face. Dressed in black pants, one hand still in a pocket, and this grey zip-up top, he was modern and up to date but his clothes showed no particular wealth, they were fairly ordinary. Michael glances down at his black trainers, noting his were most likely more expensive, before returning to his shrouded face. Still an answer doesn't come, even after this man has stopped puffing on his cigarette. Rissi raises his eyes and motions a little with his spare hand as a means of encouraging a reply.
?
Can't sleep.
Michael Rissi
Ah. Same.
Rissi's brow furrows a little, kinda confused at why this stranger took so long to respond to such a simple question. But he did reply eventually so Rissi shrugs it off - perhaps this man is feeling mentally exhausted, as well. Whatever, it wasn't his concern. He takes another puff on the cigarette, blowing the smoke out into the air, although purposely directed away from this stranger. Rissi didn't want to piss him off, he was feeling too tired for a confrontation.
Michael Rissi
I'm Michael, by the way.
It's about time he introduced himself, he thinks, although as usual, he is hoping the man knows who he is already, from one of the various promotions he's wrestled for since his debut in 2007. In HBW, he'd reached the greatest achievement possible through induction into the Hall of Fame not to mention he was the greatest competitor in his now former federation EHWF. If the man had even a passing interest in wrestling he'd know Michael Rissi and it was possible even if he didn't, he would still know him. Rissi and his Final Hope and UGK factions had been in the tabloids frequently, infamous for wild parties with various celebrities. Although once Rissi had reunited with Joanna, those days ended. He leans against the wall, his palm pressed on the red brickwork, and waits for an answer.
?
I know who you are.
Michael Rissi
Are you a wrestling fan?
The man pushes his hood back and steps closer to Rissi.
?
No. Sorry it's a little dark out here, it's me Affy you fucking queer, remember? Boy you should have stayed in EHWF but I can take that title belt back to JT and Scorpion if you want?
Rissi's face suddenly drops, his eyes narrowing and his fists clenching as the cigarette falls to the floor. He stamps it out softly while gritting his teeth. The corners of Rissi's mouth curls upwards a little, smirking as he remembers the damage inflicted that night. He looked far different then Rissi could remember. The other man now revealed as Affy's eyes bulge with rage as Rissi's smirk grows wider, attempting to control it. The man's hand finally slips out slowly from his pocket and then suddenly strikes violently, driving his knuckle duster-wearing fist into Rissi's nose with surprising speed.
Rissi stumbles backwards, one hand clutching his nose instinctively. He raises both fists, noticing blood from the one which he checked his nose with. The man moves forward but Rissi's unrivaled speed means he can evade the haymaker and fire back with two left jabs and a looping right hook which sends his old foe to the concrete floor. The man rolls onto his side, using both hands to protect his face, remembering the last time he was grounded by Rissi. Michael looks down at the man with a vicious expression on his face. He moves forward quickly a few paces and boots him in the stomach. The man shouts in pain. Rissi aims another kick in roughly the same area but his anger misdirects it into his chest, causing the man to cough and splutter. "Hey!" a masculine voice shouts out from near-by. Rissi has no time to see where it's from; he takes one final forceful kick to the Affy's abdomen, bends down and grabs his wallet and disappears down the side of the motel.
He pulls his top up to his face and presses it gently against his nose as he walks. After ten seconds or so he holds it out in front of him: a fairly large blood-soaked stain, the knuckle-duster had busted him open pretty bad. Rissi really didn't need trouble with the law right now; he was already going through enough as it is, so he had to end his beat-down early. But if he hadn’t been interrupted, Rissi's ex's ex boyfriend would be in a far worse state than he is now, he thinks. Ah well, at least he got to vent some more fury at that punk. Rissi opens the wallet and pockets some cash, about $70. He tosses the license away but grasps two business cards. He reads them - one being JT's and the other, Scorpion's.
Michael Rissi
Seems about right...
Rissi pushes open a side-entrance to the motel and enters the building; he's been here before and knows his way around.
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Thursday 3:46 AM
Michael Rissi lays awake in a hotel room double bed, eyes half open and focussed on nothing in the complete darkness in the town where EHWF Mayhem is being held. Despite being under forty-eight hours away from what some consider a big event, yet Michael Rissi isn't booked nor is he apart of EHWF anymore and Michael Rissi still holds the EHWF World Championship. Rissi rolls his head right and reaches out for his clock on the bedside table. He manages to tap the top button after five seconds or so of fumbling. The digital clock's red indication of the time fades in: 3:46 AM.
Rissi exhales heavily, irritated at his insomnia at a time when he needs as much rest as he can get. He lies on his back, staring at the ceiling for a few minutes, feeling tired yet failing to fall into the sleep he longs for. His eyes become adjusted to the darkness; he climbs out of his bed and walks to the windows. He pulls the curtain back somewhat and looks out into the cities skyline. He watches the occasional car drive past on the streets beneath him but soon grows bored of this. He returns to his bedside and picks up his iPhone. He pulls on his white dress shirt and a pair of baggy black jeans. He stops to yawn, running his hands through his thick black hair, and then exits the room.
The hotel corridor has a bold red carpet and cream coloured walls, lighting fixtures dotted frequently along them. Rissi had decided to stay in a hotel room on the eve of such an important match, he was sick of staying in the low budget motels provided by Scorpion and Justin Taker and could definitely afford the expense. Rissi moves slowly down this hallway, squinting slightly as his eyes take time to adjust to the level of brightness. He presses buttons on his cell phone as he walks, navigating his way to the contact details of Danny Givens. He stops walking and ponders calling his old friend. After several seconds of evaluation, he presses the phone to his ear, leaning his back up against the wall, waiting for a response. After ringing for a while, Rissi begins to think Danny left his phone up but just as he considers hanging up, a voice is heard on the other end of the line.
Danny Givens
What the fuck do you want, Rissi? Damn.
Michael Rissi
Oh hello to you too.
Danny Givens
Look, it's 4 a.m. and I've got shit to do later! What do you want?!
Michael Rissi
I don't know... I guess I just felt like talking to someone.
Danny Givens
...What's happened now?
Michael Rissi
Nothing. I'm sorry; I shouldn't have woken you up.
Danny Givens
Well seeing as you have woken me up, you might as well tell me what the matter is; otherwise this whole phone-call would simply be a waste of my time, wouldn't it?
Michael Rissi
Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. I didn't think this through.
Danny Givens
I advise you to do so in future then but I know you Rissi. You're thinking about...
Michael Rissi
Nah man, don't worry about me, I'm fine. Go back to sleep and I'll try to do the same. See you at the arena tomorrow.
Danny Givens
Ugh, whatever. Do me a favour, stop fucking around in that EHWF shithole and actually do something worthwhile. Come to GIW, unlike EHWF we weren't founded by a poser retard and his fucking dog. We will never fail and you would be making the right choice by leaving them for us... Goodnight!
The line cuts dead and Rissi tilts his head back, pressed up against the wall with his eyes looking down at Given's contact details as before. He shoves the phone into his pocket and sighs again. He didn't want to bother Danny anymore.
A fair amount of time had passed since then though and Rissi didn't want to irritate someone who had felt had already done enough for him. He wanted to appear as strong and unstoppable as the Michael Rissi who used to appear on Friday Night Mayhem each week, the one who vanquished David GS not only at Scars and Stripes but from competition altogether. Instead he was struggling through each day, left emotionally stresses and in need of support. Rissi makes his way back into the room, crashes onto the bed, closes his eyes and waits.
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Friday Night Mayhem
Friday: 8:54 PM
Ella DiMarco walks slowly in her black stilettos down a hallway. The lifeless grey breezeblock walls contrast with Ella's tight-fitting bright red dress. Her heels tap the concrete floor as she goes, alerting Michael Rissi. His head previously focused down on his hands as he grasps the EHWF Championship. Rissi rises slowly until he has vision of who's approaching. His eyes flicker up and down the curved figure of Ella before returning to HIS gold. The noise of Ella's heels stops. He glances up at her polite smile, flashes one back weakly and then turns his gaze to the floor. Rissi is sat near the bottom of a staircase, dressed in casual dark jeans, brilliant white trainers and a black t-shirt with a modern white design over the front. Ella looks up the staircase into the empty arena, eyes widening at the sheer size of it. Soon the doors will open and some fans will fill the building to witness EHWF Mayhem. She turns her eyes back to the sitting Rissi and clears her throat fairly loudly before speaking clearly and confidently with her Australian accent. The whole time, Rissi keeps his eyes on the doors as he hides in the area-watching people in the Mayhem arena. From bellow Rissi sees Sujir Thorn and Raven Trueblood talking as they enter the locker room. Rissi continues hiding up in the shadows clutching the title belt and looking out at The 'Shiners as they make there way through the door to the entrance. No one can see Rissi or Ella let alone knows they're there.
David Ashburn
... Sorry to interrupt you beautiful but this faggot has something I want.
David Ashburn made his way up into the shadows facing Rissi and Ella, massive grin on his face.
David Ashburn
I bring that title back to Scorpion and JT and they'll basically give it to me as a reward. Just give it to me, don't make this complicated.
Michael Rissi
Have some respect for once in your life. Remember where you're from you asshole. I've got plans and I need this title. You must be real stupid if you think Scorpion and JT will reward you for bringing it back to them. They'll just fuck you over, they'll turn on you because they know you suck and have no future. Get out of my way.
Ella looks scared, Ashburn shakes his head and takes his hoodie off, throwing it off of the edge and sending it plummeting down to the EHWF crowd. Michael Rissi and Ashburn stare across from each other - Ashburn's fists clenched and his upper lip stressed. Ashburn swallows but eventually drops his hands and shakes his head.
David Ashburn
Meh, do what you have to do, like I give a shit.
Ashburn shrugs the encounter off and runs off down the steps. Rissi and Ella are alone again. Rissi wipes his forehead, looks at Ella then goes to vacate the area. As he starts walking Ella grabs his right arm and stops him. The whole time Rissi clutches the EHWF World Championship.
Ella DiMarco
Wait, it's time to come home. That's enough now - you've given these people everything.
Michael Rissi
...Not everything... Not yet...
Rissi made a brilliant haste as he sauntered towards the stage door leaving Ella behind fast. Once upon the top steps, his hand gripped onto the bitterly taciturn door handle and forcibly pulled it. The door now withheld the ability to be opened, and Rissi gave a slight nudge to the stage door, allowing it to swing open. Though he did not move once he pushed the door. An unsettling feeling overcame Rissi, eerie. The older plastic door slowly swayed open, emitting a horrid shriek which seemed to emulate the exasperated shrieks of thousands upon thousands of the damned, pleading for their lives before being massacred, just as he'd done to those competitors in EHWF. This made Rissi cringe to a slight amount. His heart began to upsurge, intensifying in terms of beat patterns. Even slight portions of sweat swelled up upon the tip of his forehead, leisurely rolling down to the edge of his brow. His eyes gazed with a magnificent ferocity, as he attempted to scan the open arenas contents from the outside looking in. To no avail was this though, hallway to the stage was blackened and dim, not a light shone. Rissi swallowed, his throat as dry as a desert in the midst of a invigorating sandstorm and took a step into the darkness, making his way through the arena stage door as Scorpion's theme music begins to ring throughout the area.
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Friday Night Mayhem
Friday 9:00 PM
We come back as Scorpion comes down to the ring, his music ringing. The show is raping up and he grabs a mic.
Scorpion
Now, last week we saw Michael Rissi walk out of EHWF with the World title. That queer took our title and walked out with it for his own selfish damned reasons. In my opinion I'd much rather go and set up a new title system within EHWF to compensate for this but something has arise which could rectify this problem and that something is......
Forever by Drake hits as the crowd erupts. Michael Rissi comes out, interrupting Scorpion. He has the EHWF Championship slug up on his right shoulder as he has a serious look on his face. Rissi gets in the ring and faces Scorpion who looks somewhat pissed.
Michael Rissi
Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm here again tonight not as a competitor and not to resign with EHWF but for something a little more peaceful. I'm here formally to gracefully return the EHWF title to EHWF and Scorpion.
The crowd gives a mixed reaction.
Michael Rissi
Now, I'm not returning this for nothing. I made a deal with Scorpion, a very important and a very interesting deal with Scorpion. I have to know that if I return my title to EHWF that this deal will be fully honoured.
Scorpion looks pissed off but nods. Rissi hands the title belt to Scorpion and Scorpion looks at it. Rissi goes to walk out but Scorpion stops him.
Scorpion
Wait, aren't you going to tell them?
Rissi shakes his head.
Michael Rissi
Not now, we can tell 'em later...
The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Rissi's music goes off and he makes his way up the ramp. Scorpion hoists the belt up on his shoulder and eyes Rissi up the ramp. Scorpion turns around and Raven Trueblood slides in the ring from behind. Trueblood runs up and kicks Scorpion in the head. Scorpion drops to the mat and Raven laughs. Trueblood's presence is shocking to the crowd. Trueblood picks up the EHWF title and signals that it's his. He goes to the corner and raises it high as the crowd boos him. Raven looks down at the gold and rubs it with his finger.
Raven laughs and shakes his head as he turns around to leave the ring. Scorpion is waiting for him and has recovered. Scorpion gets Trueblood up and hits him with the Scorpion drop! Raven is out on the mat as Scorpion yells at him and picks up the title belt. Scorpion stops and looks out at Rissi who is standing at the top of the ramp. We fade out to the EHWF logo ending the show.
Michael Rissi walks through the curtain and through the hallway of the arena. He stops for a moment as Alexander Corvis and Lisa Caliber rush up to him with microphones. The two interviewers wrestle over who is going to interview him first. Lisa grabs Corvis bends him down and knees him in the head. Corvis goes down and Lisa puts the mic to her mouth.
Lisa Calabre: Michael these recent developments over the past two weeks have been huge and now with your latest actions people are really shocked. We all want to know, what did you trade the EHWF title back to Scorpion for?!
Michael looks down and then stares into the abyss for a small moment before leaning into the mic, smile growing on his face for the first time in a few days.
Michael Rissi
No comment...
Rissi walks away. Lisa rolls her eyes and steps over Corvis exiting the area. Rissi makes his way to the exit. He grabs the handles of the door but stops. He looks up to the scaffolding on the roof and stares up. He looks at Ella DiMarco who is watching down. He takes a final glance and opens the doors. A massive rush of light comes through the doors from the streetlights. Rissi takes a step out of the arena and walks into the illumination as the doors close behind him.
EHWF Headquarters:
Pennsylvania
Sunday 1:00 PM
Scorpion
The EHWF Championship has changed hands back to EHWF and has been vacated. As part of the deal, you will become the general manager of Monday Night Anarchy. John Swaggah is unable to complete his duties as GM but if he recovers and comes back, you are to share these duties until your EHWF management contract expires in 6 months.
Scorpion brings his stamp down on a stack of papers on his desk in his office. He picks the up and hands them to Rissi.
Scorpion
I understand that things have been unstable and what not with this situation but I assure you that I have Anarchy's best interests at heart and I think you could do a great job. I'm going to over look that you walked out with the top title and focus on only making EHWF great. Plus it seems that Raven Trueblood wants to push my buttons, I'm not going to let him get to me and I'm going to nip this in the bud quickly.
Rissi shuffles through the papers that Scorpion handed him and scratches his beard.
Michael Rissi
Everything seems to be in order here. Don't worry, I promise I'll treat Anarchy all good-like but sending losers after me to get the title back, that was a bit much.
Scorpion
I sent no one after you. The bounty was already on you're head the second you walked out on Mayhem. You still have a lot to grasp mentally, Rissi. I wouldn't forget that if I were you...
Michael Rissi
I already have.
Scorpion
Well that's just dandy.
Rissi looks up at Scorpion and frowns, still scratching his beard.
Michael Rissi
Listen, everything I did was justified. Everything I did, I did for EHWF and I always had EHWF in mind. I can see that EHWF is slowing down and that you're slowly losing your grip on this place. I don't want to see EHWF become a fading memory, so I did what was right and I will continue to do what's right.
Scorpion sits down on his swivel chair behind his desk. Scorpion puts the rest of the papers on his desk inside the draw and looks up at Rissi who is itching to leave.
Scorpion
I'll walk you out...
Scorpion gets up and ushers Rissi through the door.
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Two Weeks Later:
Monday Night Anarchy
Monday: 11:00 PM
We open into the backstage office of Michael Rissi. Rissi, now the Anarchy GM sits behind his desk, going through files on his laptop. Eventually the phone rings but Rissi doesn't answer it as someone comes through the door.
Joanna Isabella
I don't believe it. The Anarchy General Manager. You said you were going to do it and you did it!
Rissi looks up and a smile grows on his face. The phone stops ringing and Rissi pulls up a chair next to him as he ushers at Joanna to come sit down.
Michael Rissi
I told you I was going to. This is a nice comfy job to have while my injuries heal. Hell who knows, I might turn Anarchy into the next Mayhem or I might even keep this position forever if I like it that much!
Joanna Isabella
Ha! Well it was hard enough to imagine you as the Anarchy GM let alone think of you as the official GM of Monday Nights for good. I will say, you put on one hell of a show tonight. Buried Alive with Black Man and Thor at WAR! Next week! Now that's a match I want to see. Good job on that.
Michael Rissi
Yeah, not bad eh? I want things to get real on Anarchy and I have the tools I just have to put my skills into play.
The phone rings again but Rissi just let's it ring out again.
Joanna Isabella
Well, good luck to you I'm sure you're going to do great.
Michael Rissi
Hey, do you want to go get something to eat? I'm almost done here.
Joanna Isabella
Oh, I just came through to see you. I'm just going to see my sister and pick her up from the airport. Sorry...
Michael Rissi
No, no that's fine. I didn't know. We can do it some other time or something.
Joanna Isabella
That sounds great, I'm sorry. I'll talk to you tomorrow for sure though. Bye!
Joanna walks out leaving Rissi a little confused with a unique expression on his face. The phone rings once more but just as Rissi goes to answer it, it stops. Rissi gets up from his desk and closes his laptop up while grabbing his keys. Rissi leaves his office and closes the door behind him
We see Rissi walk down the halls of Anarchy and pass several superstars on the way. Some he ignores and others he gives a thumbs up to. He walks out a door and out to the parking garage. He passes Eric Draven's pink Prius and walks up to his shining white Masarati. Just before Rissi opens the door his moblie phone rings and Rissi answers it.
Michael Rissi
Hello.
Scorpion
Where the fuck are you? I called the office heaps of times and no answer, what the fuck?
Michael Rissi
I was preoccupied, what do you have to say to me?
Scorpion
The deals off. Anarchy doesn't have a strong enough roster and we have network issues now. Anarchy is on hiatus and everything there is going to be moved to Mayhem.
Michael Rissi
What the fuck? Are you serious bro?
Scorpion
Quite serious... bro.
Michael Rissi
Then if the deals off give me back my fucking title belt!
Scorpion
No can do son, I have plans for the title at WAR! This is just business and sometimes you get ass fucked in business. Clear all your shit out of the office before my demolition team gets there and fucks the place up. Laters hun...
Scorpion hangs up leaving Rissi in shock. He pulls the iPhone away from his face and stares at it's fading screen for a quick moment.
Michael Rissi
FUCK YOOOOOOOOOOU!
Rissi storms back into the hallway just to find Scorpion's demolition team assembled in the few minutes he was outside. They're attacking the walls with sledgehammers and they all have pictures of Scorpion on their uniforms.
Michael Rissi
What the fuck? Can you guys even do this? Scorpion or EHWF don't own this fucking arena!
Rissi bursts into his office and starts getting his possessions together. He gets his framed picture of money, his 9mm, his documents and his laptop. He puts them in a box and re-checks the draws and stumbles across a little red velvet box. He looks inside, remembering it and seeing the beautiful shining ring inside. He closes the box, puts it in his jacket pocket, grabs his stuff and bursts out of the office in anger.
Eric Draven runs up to him in a panic, arms flailing and tears running down his cheeks. Rissi tries to ignore him and continues walking.
Eric Draven
Oh Michael it's horrible! What's happening, oh my god this can't be serious! Is this real li...
Rissi drops Draven with a hard right hand to the head and storms out of the building. Slamming the arena door behind him.
Two Weeks Later
Friday Night Mayhem
Friday: 10:09 PM
Steve White: By Gawd I don't believe it, Michael Rissi has just come back as the Mayhem General Manager and he just put Scorpion in a world championship match with Black Man next week at Revenge!
Chuck Thompson: Can you believe this Steve, Michael is back in EHWF and not only is he back but he's the Mayhem GM!
Steve White: Amazing! It looks like things are going to get good around here Chuck!
Chuck Thompson: No more Anarchy must have made Michael Rissi an angry Motherfucker but boy it looks like he's ready to exact his revenge and give Black Man the shot that he claims he deserves. I am legit excited about EHWF right now and where we're heading Steve!
Steve White: It sure has been an amazing night and an amazing return for Michael Rissi right now. Michael has a big week ahead of him now but with a personality so alluring like Michael Rissi's I can't help but wonder where he'll be in a few months from here and what situation he'll be in!
Weeks Earlier Scars & Stripes 2012
Sunday: 10:54 PM
1...
2...
KICK OUT!
DGS sits up; staring out to the crowd he shakes his head and picks Rissi up. DGS slams Rissi into the turnbuckle. DGS backs off and runs at Rissi but Rissi springs up from the corner and hits DGS with a spinebuster from out of nowhere!
Steve White: Whoa!
Chuck Thompson: Spinebuster out of nowhere, where did that come from!
DGS gets up, groggy and tries to fight through the pain. Rissi bounces off the ropes and hits DGS with a running big boot to the head. The crowd goes wild and Rissi recovers and we see blood flow from the nose of DGS.
Steve White: This one is off the hook!
Rissi quickly gets up and grabs a hurt DGS. Rissi drags DGS to the ropes and puts his mouth on the bottom rope. DGS is still hurt and in pain. The ref argues with Rissi for a moment. Rissi bounces off the ropes and boots DGS in the back of the head while the rope was still in his mouth.
Steve White: Rissi hits DGS with the Take Care! What else could this match have in it?
Chuck Thompson: Rissi has to take advantage here...
Rissi goes over to an almost unresponsive DGS and drags him to the center, looking to end the match. Rissi goes down to cover him but out of nowhere DGS kicks Rissi in the head and Rissi goes down. DGS gets up and boots Rissi in the back of the head. Rissi and DGS are both hurt. DGS is bleeding badly from his nose and mouth. Rissi is slowly getting up but he’s groggy. DGS goes to the corner and calls for his Spear once again. The crowd cheers.
Steve White: DGS is calling for the spear! Rissi is in trouble!
Chuck Thompson: It's all over for Rissi...
Rissi gets up and turns around. DGS bolts towards Rissi but Rissi acts quickly and jumps up hitting a running DGS with the doubleknee face buster End of Discord finishing move. The crowd goes nuts as DGS is laid out on the mat. Rissi is shocked but quickly crawls over and hooks the leg of DGS.
1...
2...
3!
DING DING DING!
Patricia Downs: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner and the NEW MAYHEM WORLD CHAMPION... MICHAEL RISSI!
Steve White: By gawd. Rissi did it. He beat DGS and won the Mayhem championship!
Chuck Thompson: Both of these men had an amazing incredible match here at Scars and Stripes. We thank you all for being with us... Goodnight...
Rissi gets up and rolls off of DGS, grabbing the Mayhem title belt and looking down at it on his knees as his music plays and the fans cheer. Cameras flash and confetti and fireworks begin to fall. Rissi looks out the crowd. Fireworks go off to mark the end of Scars and Stripes. We fade out at the image of Michael Rissi getting up to his feet and holding the EHWF Mayhem Championship high above his head as we are taken to the EHWF logo – ending the show.
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Monday: 9:41PM
The room is calmly lit and dim. There's a warm feeling from the illumination and the walls are of a wooden oak material. Michael Rissi struts in with a slight limp. He's dressed in a heavy dark leather jacket, dark shadowy pair of jeans, dark purple hightops and of course the Mayhem Championship slung over his shoulder. Rissi looks around the room and sees no one, no one at the table and no one on the beanbag. Rissi leaves the room into the next area - passing behind the wall.
Michael walks in and sees Joanna Isabella sitting on a black leather sofa. Joanna looks up at Michael with a smile and bright sparkling stare. Rissi walks up to her and raises the title belt high above their heads.
Michael Rissi
The Mayhem World Champion...
Rissi crashes down on the sofa and slumps down next to Joanna.
Joanna Isabella
Mhm, hehe. Well it took you long enough I must say and what a way to capture it as well. You've really done an amazing job.
Michael Rissi
Yes, it was captivating and amazing. I stunned and entertained tens of thousands of people in a way they'd never seen before and I put on the best contest ever to have been held in this company. On top of that I became the world champion.
Joanna Isabella
Alright, alright... I said you did a good job I didn't say to get all-smug on me hehe. Honestly though, you should be proud of yourself, I'm proud of you.
Michael Rissi
Hey, I never claimed to be the best in the world like David GS did so many times. It just happened. The title was thrust upon me and I reluctantly took it.
Joanna Isabella gives a confused frown for a moment before gleefully replying to Michael.
Joanna Isabella
Well, I have to know Michael, why didn't you go for the World Title earlier? Clearly you could have captured it at anytime - why not sooner?
Michael let's out a little chuckle then shakes his head as he answers.
Michael Rissi
Why? Because I was having too much fun with the Hardcore Championship. It gave me a great feeling to have some championship that wasn't regarded as the best in the federation but was the best in the people’s eyes. I loved to watch DGS or Thor defend the Mayhem title on a show and have their match not even rate close to the ratings of my match. I realized that EHWF couldn't be looked at as a joke anymore so I had to save the world title.
Joanna Isabella
Oh yeah, I forgot you're the savior around here now, hehe. So Savior is it tough work having to save everyone around here all the time or what?
Michael Rissi
I know your being a prick but yes, it is hard work having to be the savior of this place and having to look out and save every soul I come across. It's a hard job but someone has to do it and it just happened to be me...
Joanna starts laughing on the sofa and shakes her head as she has tears in her eyes. Michael grins and looks down as she puts her hand on his shoulder.
Michael Rissi
You know I'm joking. Sure I'm trying to save EHWF but there's more important things, like remembering to enjoy yourself and remembering who your friends are. A championship doesn't define your life, a championship doesn't make you who you are and a championship shouldn't be something that fully represents or displays a person. There are more important things...
Joanna Isabella
That's very profound of you Michael - actually quite a nice thought but you should be proud that you accomplished this feat and did what so many people you doubted you could do. You did it Michael and you should be proud.
Michael looks up at Joanna and smiles as he tilts his head to the side. Joanna looks down and rests her hands in her lap.
Michael Rissi
There's no way I could have done most of this without peoples support. There's no way I could have done this without your support and belief. I honestly have a lot of people who helped me and I have you to thank for supporting me and for having my back. I couldn't have done it without you.
Joanna Isabella
Awh, really? That's so sweet.
Joanna reaches over and gives Rissi a hug. A smile grows on his lips as he looks over her shoulder.
Michael Rissi
All of the people that didn't believe in me or said I couldn't do it look like complete idiots now. None of them
were in any position to give their opinion of whether I could or couldn't do it but all they did was feed my legacy. All I did was prove that I'm better than everyone, I'm the best in the world and that I could shut the mouth of anyone here - whether they be a dress up vampire fan boy or a two bit poser who could only claim he was the best in the world but could never back it up. So right now I'm sitting on top of the world and I'm not coming down.
Joanna Isabella
Well, I know a lot of people didn't believe in you but I always did. They all made some big claims but everyone was proved wrong in the end.
Michael Rissi
Yeah tell me about it. All those idiots predicted I'd lose and not just at Scars and Stripes either. DGS said that in every match there was someone who could out match me in either, speed, strength, athletics and all that but there's one thing he overlooked... Swag. No one has as much swag as Michael Rissi and that's why DGS lost. He was full of crap anyway - there's no one faster than me, I'm so fast, you wouldn't believe how fast I can be, I mean I'm damn quick shawty.
Joanna quietly laughs, trying to hide it as she shuffles around on the sofa. She then rolls her eyes with a big smile on her face and tilts her head, looking up to Rissi.
Joanna Isabella
So what happens now? What's left to do for you? It seems like it's all been done or does the champion have something else up his sleeve?
Rissi drops the title belt and stares into thin air while scratching his beard. Joanna, still with her head tilted - continues to stare at the champion.
Michael Rissi
Well, there are two kinda... like... Personas at the moment. There's Rissi - who's out there in the public eye and is the focal point of the EHWF, the savior and the most important superstar in the whole company. And then there's Michael, who's none of that and who no one but you and a few other people get to see. Both of them are incredibly different and both of them share nothing. Well, they do share one thing and that's this damn injury. It's gotten worse, I shouldn't have competed at Scars and Stripes and this aggravation couldn't have come at a worse time - but I made my bed and now I have to sleep in it.
Joanna Isabella
It's gotten worse? Are you alright - I knew something was wrong.
Michael Rissi
To be honest not, really - I'm in pretty bad shape but I can mask it well because of all the swag and everything. My leg is constantly killing me though and that's really going to effect everything.
Joanna Isabella
Can I do anything? Have you been seeing the Mayhem doctor?
Michael Rissi
I have - they say I shouldn't be competing but they can't stop me unless it gets pretty serious and I don't plan showing them that it's serious. I have a backup plan though - I've been talking to management about a few things.
Joanna looks puzzled for a moment and picks up the Mayhem Championship, slinging it up onto her shoulder and softly questioning Michael.
Joanna Isabella
Backup plan? What kind of backup plan? What does it entail exactly?
Michael Rissi
Don't worry about that. I'd like that to be a surprise to you and our other friends and to everyone else I'd like it to be a shock. Don't worry, it'll be cool.
Joanna Isabella
You can't tell me anything? Not even a little?
Michael Rissi
Nope.
Joanna slumps down and tilts her head at Rissi.
Joanna Isabella
Awh, please?
Rissi shakes his head as Joanna stares at him and plays with the Mayhem Championship belt.
Michael Rissi
Alright, I'll tell you but you have to promise me that your not going to tell anyone else. Not Jason, not Kill, not Scorpion, not even Thor. No one!
Joanna Isabella
All right I promise. Now what is it?
Rissi leans in closer to Joanna as she stares at him. Rissi ushers to her with his finger then begins to talk softly, whispering.
Joanna Isabella
What? Really? Are you serious bro? Anarchy General Manager!?
Michael Rissi
I'm 100 percent serious and then some. I can see it now - The Anarchy General Manager - the best in the universe, Michael Rissi. And this little title belt here is my ticket to getting that job.
Rissi clasps the title in his hands firmly.
Joanna Isabella
Why do you want to be the GM of Anarchy? John Swaggah is already the GM and your still signed to Mayhem.
Michael Rissi
Don't worry about Swaggah. I have that shit covered. As for why? Well I already told you I'm physically fucked up but I still have to take on Ashburn next week. I can't keep winning of I'm too badly injured so I might as well throw my weight around as the manager of Anarchy and gain some more influence in this place.
Joanna Isabella
Well that's a very interesting plan. I can't say that it makes complete sense but I do know that Scorpion isn't just going to appoint you the GM of Anarchy just because you want it.
Michael Rissi
Yeah that's true, Scorpion would probably throw my ass through the window of his office if I asked for that position, but I have Scorpion's title. He loves EHWF more than anything but what's a federation without it's world championship?
Joanna Isabella
So you really want to go for the GM of Anarchy? Well you know I'll support you no matter what but I don't know how successful your going to be in getting the job. Whatever though - I'm sure you know what your doing.
Rissi hoists the EHWF title up on his shoulder.
Michael Rissi
Right now though, I have to focus on Ashburn at King of Bereavement. There's no way I can lose or lose the EHWF title now. Ashburn's toast at KoB but I have to make sure I have everything else in order for what's going to come after.
Joanna Isabella
Don't worry about KoB or Ashburn, I'm sure you'll do fine - I'd be more worried about being the GM of Anarchy. I still can't really understand why you would want to be but your not the most popular guy over there. In most of the Anarchy superstars eyes your enemy number one.
Michael Rissi
Jealousy is a curse. Thor, Frank Finelli, Kail, Rockin' Lunatic - they can all burn in hell. They're nothing now anyway no one cares about them so they can be as mad and jealous as they wanna be. The fact is that I'm the best, I'm the champion and no one can do a damn thing about it.
Joanna Isabella
Personally I don't think Kail or his daughter will last much longer in EHWF. I'd give them a week or two before Scorpion sees how terrible they are and fires them.
Michael Rissi
Ugh, don't talk to me about them. Kail
is a disgrace and should be ashamed of himself and his daughter... Melfina has nothing in her life to be proud of - she has kids but no soul nor does she care about them. I feel sorry for those children of hers. Forget them anyway, you put her to shame and I can't even call Kail a wrestler... Why are we talking about them anyway?
Joanna Isabella
You brought it up I was just trying to say... Y'know what - never mind.
Joanna turns away and folds her hands into her lap while she looks down. Michael looks back at her.
Michael Rissi
Shawty I was just playing, what are you saying?
Joanna Isabella
I was just going to say that all the fools like Kail and Melfina and Magnus have come and gone. Some fools are still here like Frank, Thor, Ashburn and Rockin' but there's been one other guy who you haven't seen eye to eye with but has still been there most of the time. No vampire crap or overcompensating behavior - he was DGS and you beat him. People wondered who the best was and you proved it. You beat the best and the rest so maybe becoming a General Manager wouldn't be such a bad idea. What else is left to do?
Michael Rissi
True, but there are always things to
do. To be honest I turned DGS into the bad guy and demonized him. I dragged him through the mud and used that to my advantage. Thinking back, I probably went overboard. DGS isn't a bad guy. He's not my favourite person in the world but looking back now - I can see that we put on the best match in EHWF for a reason... Because we kept it real. Unlike so many others in EHWF we kept it real.
Joanna Isabella
Scorpion said it was the greatest match in EHWF history. Yet another thing you can be proud of Michael. I think that even though DGS lost, he can be proud of that as well and he should be.
Michael Rissi
Well he said there was always someone that had more speed, skill, strength, stamina etc than me and that he would beat me using that advantage but in the end that failed him. I didn't we because I had more speed, skill, strength, stamina than him - I won because I had more swag than him. I won because I had more swag!
Joanna smiles and rolls her eyes at Rissi.
Joanna Isabella
Here we go again...
Rissi laughs and gets up with the belt. He gestures to Joanna.
Michael Rissi
Come on let's go. I haven't seen Kill or Dave properly since Scars and Stripes and we dominated the biggest event of the year. Mr. EHWF has a party to attend to and your going to accompany me.
Rissi extends his hand to Joanna and helps her up as she smiles. They walk out together, Rissi with an unsteady and unsettling look across his face.
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The Week After Rissi's Last Mayhem
Rissi has walked out with the title
Wednesday: 2:04 AM
The motel door creaks open with a push, exposing its age and thus the establishment's lack of refurbishment. Out from within emerges Michael Rissi, raising an eyebrow at the chipped white paintwork on the doorframe; Scorpion really is a cheap bastard. His eyes are more sunken than usual, bleary in fact as he strolls aimlessly out into the warm air. He's here for a EHWF house show the following day, in the lead-up to 'WAR.' Rissi is no longer welcomed by EHWF. He walked out with the EHWF title and he humiliated EHWF and it's competitors for months and months.
He wonders out into the parking lot, looking up and down at the various cars, checking his own white Lamborghini for reassurance. After having numerous cars broken into in the past while on the road, Rissi was cautious where he parked these days. He lets out a small sigh of relief and looks up into the night sky, scanning the twinkling stars with a vacant expression on his face. Yet another sleepless night for the EHWF World Champion who defeated David GS so gallantly, this was going to catch up with him eventually and affect his in-ring performance.
Dressed in nondescript shadowy black jeans and a white dress shirt with a cyan pair of Jordan’s, Michael begins to cool down internally, even with the fairly warm climate. The stuffiness of his room was far worse. He turns slightly, noticing a man leaning up against the brickwork, one hand in his pocket. He squints a little in the darkness but doesn't recognize the facial features. Rissi spots the cigarette between his fingers and instantly begins walking towards the stranger, thinking he could do with a smoke right now, emotionally wounded from the drama with EHWF.
Michael Rissi
Hey, you got a smoke?
With such a long list of accolades and accomplishments to his name, Rissi's confidence was rather great. He was quite content to ask for a cigarette from a stranger at 2:04 AM in an otherwise unpopulated parking lot. The stranger nods a few times, reaches into his pants pocket and takes out a packet, lighter inside with the remaining few cigarettes, and passes it to Rissi.
?
Sorry if you smoke something different.
Michael Rissi
Nah, I'm not concerned. I actually quit years ago... Kinda, been on and off but I've been stressed lately.
Rissi replies as he takes the pack from the stranger. He pulls a cigarette out, along with the lighter. Rissi holds the rest of the pack out and the man takes it back, shoving it into his pockets again. Rissi puts the smoke between his teeth, cups round the lighter and then lights it up. He takes a quick drag, the smoke billowing into the air. He passes the lighter back too. The two men stand in silence for twenty seconds or so before the awkwardness leads Rissi to make conversation.
Michael Rissi
So what are you doing up at this time, eh?
The stranger's face remains blank, pressing the cigarette to his thin lips and looking directly into Rissi's eyes. His features are obscured by the grey hood up over his head, casting shadow down over the lower half of his face. Dressed in black pants, one hand still in a pocket, and this grey zip-up top, he was modern and up to date but his clothes showed no particular wealth, they were fairly ordinary. Michael glances down at his black trainers, noting his were most likely more expensive, before returning to his shrouded face. Still an answer doesn't come, even after this man has stopped puffing on his cigarette. Rissi raises his eyes and motions a little with his spare hand as a means of encouraging a reply.
?
Can't sleep.
Michael Rissi
Ah. Same.
Rissi's brow furrows a little, kinda confused at why this stranger took so long to respond to such a simple question. But he did reply eventually so Rissi shrugs it off - perhaps this man is feeling mentally exhausted, as well. Whatever, it wasn't his concern. He takes another puff on the cigarette, blowing the smoke out into the air, although purposely directed away from this stranger. Rissi didn't want to piss him off, he was feeling too tired for a confrontation.
Michael Rissi
I'm Michael, by the way.
It's about time he introduced himself, he thinks, although as usual, he is hoping the man knows who he is already, from one of the various promotions he's wrestled for since his debut in 2007. In HBW, he'd reached the greatest achievement possible through induction into the Hall of Fame not to mention he was the greatest competitor in his now former federation EHWF. If the man had even a passing interest in wrestling he'd know Michael Rissi and it was possible even if he didn't, he would still know him. Rissi and his Final Hope and UGK factions had been in the tabloids frequently, infamous for wild parties with various celebrities. Although once Rissi had reunited with Joanna, those days ended. He leans against the wall, his palm pressed on the red brickwork, and waits for an answer.
?
I know who you are.
Michael Rissi
Are you a wrestling fan?
The man pushes his hood back and steps closer to Rissi.
?
No. Sorry it's a little dark out here, it's me Affy you fucking queer, remember? Boy you should have stayed in EHWF but I can take that title belt back to JT and Scorpion if you want?
Rissi's face suddenly drops, his eyes narrowing and his fists clenching as the cigarette falls to the floor. He stamps it out softly while gritting his teeth. The corners of Rissi's mouth curls upwards a little, smirking as he remembers the damage inflicted that night. He looked far different then Rissi could remember. The other man now revealed as Affy's eyes bulge with rage as Rissi's smirk grows wider, attempting to control it. The man's hand finally slips out slowly from his pocket and then suddenly strikes violently, driving his knuckle duster-wearing fist into Rissi's nose with surprising speed.
Rissi stumbles backwards, one hand clutching his nose instinctively. He raises both fists, noticing blood from the one which he checked his nose with. The man moves forward but Rissi's unrivaled speed means he can evade the haymaker and fire back with two left jabs and a looping right hook which sends his old foe to the concrete floor. The man rolls onto his side, using both hands to protect his face, remembering the last time he was grounded by Rissi. Michael looks down at the man with a vicious expression on his face. He moves forward quickly a few paces and boots him in the stomach. The man shouts in pain. Rissi aims another kick in roughly the same area but his anger misdirects it into his chest, causing the man to cough and splutter. "Hey!" a masculine voice shouts out from near-by. Rissi has no time to see where it's from; he takes one final forceful kick to the Affy's abdomen, bends down and grabs his wallet and disappears down the side of the motel.
He pulls his top up to his face and presses it gently against his nose as he walks. After ten seconds or so he holds it out in front of him: a fairly large blood-soaked stain, the knuckle-duster had busted him open pretty bad. Rissi really didn't need trouble with the law right now; he was already going through enough as it is, so he had to end his beat-down early. But if he hadn’t been interrupted, Rissi's ex's ex boyfriend would be in a far worse state than he is now, he thinks. Ah well, at least he got to vent some more fury at that punk. Rissi opens the wallet and pockets some cash, about $70. He tosses the license away but grasps two business cards. He reads them - one being JT's and the other, Scorpion's.
Michael Rissi
Seems about right...
Rissi pushes open a side-entrance to the motel and enters the building; he's been here before and knows his way around.
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Thursday 3:46 AM
Michael Rissi lays awake in a hotel room double bed, eyes half open and focussed on nothing in the complete darkness in the town where EHWF Mayhem is being held. Despite being under forty-eight hours away from what some consider a big event, yet Michael Rissi isn't booked nor is he apart of EHWF anymore and Michael Rissi still holds the EHWF World Championship. Rissi rolls his head right and reaches out for his clock on the bedside table. He manages to tap the top button after five seconds or so of fumbling. The digital clock's red indication of the time fades in: 3:46 AM.
Rissi exhales heavily, irritated at his insomnia at a time when he needs as much rest as he can get. He lies on his back, staring at the ceiling for a few minutes, feeling tired yet failing to fall into the sleep he longs for. His eyes become adjusted to the darkness; he climbs out of his bed and walks to the windows. He pulls the curtain back somewhat and looks out into the cities skyline. He watches the occasional car drive past on the streets beneath him but soon grows bored of this. He returns to his bedside and picks up his iPhone. He pulls on his white dress shirt and a pair of baggy black jeans. He stops to yawn, running his hands through his thick black hair, and then exits the room.
The hotel corridor has a bold red carpet and cream coloured walls, lighting fixtures dotted frequently along them. Rissi had decided to stay in a hotel room on the eve of such an important match, he was sick of staying in the low budget motels provided by Scorpion and Justin Taker and could definitely afford the expense. Rissi moves slowly down this hallway, squinting slightly as his eyes take time to adjust to the level of brightness. He presses buttons on his cell phone as he walks, navigating his way to the contact details of Danny Givens. He stops walking and ponders calling his old friend. After several seconds of evaluation, he presses the phone to his ear, leaning his back up against the wall, waiting for a response. After ringing for a while, Rissi begins to think Danny left his phone up but just as he considers hanging up, a voice is heard on the other end of the line.
Danny Givens
What the fuck do you want, Rissi? Damn.
Michael Rissi
Oh hello to you too.
Danny Givens
Look, it's 4 a.m. and I've got shit to do later! What do you want?!
Michael Rissi
I don't know... I guess I just felt like talking to someone.
Danny Givens
...What's happened now?
Michael Rissi
Nothing. I'm sorry; I shouldn't have woken you up.
Danny Givens
Well seeing as you have woken me up, you might as well tell me what the matter is; otherwise this whole phone-call would simply be a waste of my time, wouldn't it?
Michael Rissi
Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. I didn't think this through.
Danny Givens
I advise you to do so in future then but I know you Rissi. You're thinking about...
Michael Rissi
Nah man, don't worry about me, I'm fine. Go back to sleep and I'll try to do the same. See you at the arena tomorrow.
Danny Givens
Ugh, whatever. Do me a favour, stop fucking around in that EHWF shithole and actually do something worthwhile. Come to GIW, unlike EHWF we weren't founded by a poser retard and his fucking dog. We will never fail and you would be making the right choice by leaving them for us... Goodnight!
The line cuts dead and Rissi tilts his head back, pressed up against the wall with his eyes looking down at Given's contact details as before. He shoves the phone into his pocket and sighs again. He didn't want to bother Danny anymore.
A fair amount of time had passed since then though and Rissi didn't want to irritate someone who had felt had already done enough for him. He wanted to appear as strong and unstoppable as the Michael Rissi who used to appear on Friday Night Mayhem each week, the one who vanquished David GS not only at Scars and Stripes but from competition altogether. Instead he was struggling through each day, left emotionally stresses and in need of support. Rissi makes his way back into the room, crashes onto the bed, closes his eyes and waits.
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Friday Night Mayhem
Friday: 8:54 PM
Ella DiMarco walks slowly in her black stilettos down a hallway. The lifeless grey breezeblock walls contrast with Ella's tight-fitting bright red dress. Her heels tap the concrete floor as she goes, alerting Michael Rissi. His head previously focused down on his hands as he grasps the EHWF Championship. Rissi rises slowly until he has vision of who's approaching. His eyes flicker up and down the curved figure of Ella before returning to HIS gold. The noise of Ella's heels stops. He glances up at her polite smile, flashes one back weakly and then turns his gaze to the floor. Rissi is sat near the bottom of a staircase, dressed in casual dark jeans, brilliant white trainers and a black t-shirt with a modern white design over the front. Ella looks up the staircase into the empty arena, eyes widening at the sheer size of it. Soon the doors will open and some fans will fill the building to witness EHWF Mayhem. She turns her eyes back to the sitting Rissi and clears her throat fairly loudly before speaking clearly and confidently with her Australian accent. The whole time, Rissi keeps his eyes on the doors as he hides in the area-watching people in the Mayhem arena. From bellow Rissi sees Sujir Thorn and Raven Trueblood talking as they enter the locker room. Rissi continues hiding up in the shadows clutching the title belt and looking out at The 'Shiners as they make there way through the door to the entrance. No one can see Rissi or Ella let alone knows they're there.
David Ashburn
... Sorry to interrupt you beautiful but this faggot has something I want.
David Ashburn made his way up into the shadows facing Rissi and Ella, massive grin on his face.
David Ashburn
I bring that title back to Scorpion and JT and they'll basically give it to me as a reward. Just give it to me, don't make this complicated.
Michael Rissi
Have some respect for once in your life. Remember where you're from you asshole. I've got plans and I need this title. You must be real stupid if you think Scorpion and JT will reward you for bringing it back to them. They'll just fuck you over, they'll turn on you because they know you suck and have no future. Get out of my way.
Ella looks scared, Ashburn shakes his head and takes his hoodie off, throwing it off of the edge and sending it plummeting down to the EHWF crowd. Michael Rissi and Ashburn stare across from each other - Ashburn's fists clenched and his upper lip stressed. Ashburn swallows but eventually drops his hands and shakes his head.
David Ashburn
Meh, do what you have to do, like I give a shit.
Ashburn shrugs the encounter off and runs off down the steps. Rissi and Ella are alone again. Rissi wipes his forehead, looks at Ella then goes to vacate the area. As he starts walking Ella grabs his right arm and stops him. The whole time Rissi clutches the EHWF World Championship.
Ella DiMarco
Wait, it's time to come home. That's enough now - you've given these people everything.
Michael Rissi
...Not everything... Not yet...
Rissi made a brilliant haste as he sauntered towards the stage door leaving Ella behind fast. Once upon the top steps, his hand gripped onto the bitterly taciturn door handle and forcibly pulled it. The door now withheld the ability to be opened, and Rissi gave a slight nudge to the stage door, allowing it to swing open. Though he did not move once he pushed the door. An unsettling feeling overcame Rissi, eerie. The older plastic door slowly swayed open, emitting a horrid shriek which seemed to emulate the exasperated shrieks of thousands upon thousands of the damned, pleading for their lives before being massacred, just as he'd done to those competitors in EHWF. This made Rissi cringe to a slight amount. His heart began to upsurge, intensifying in terms of beat patterns. Even slight portions of sweat swelled up upon the tip of his forehead, leisurely rolling down to the edge of his brow. His eyes gazed with a magnificent ferocity, as he attempted to scan the open arenas contents from the outside looking in. To no avail was this though, hallway to the stage was blackened and dim, not a light shone. Rissi swallowed, his throat as dry as a desert in the midst of a invigorating sandstorm and took a step into the darkness, making his way through the arena stage door as Scorpion's theme music begins to ring throughout the area.
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Friday Night Mayhem
Friday 9:00 PM
We come back as Scorpion comes down to the ring, his music ringing. The show is raping up and he grabs a mic.
Scorpion
Now, last week we saw Michael Rissi walk out of EHWF with the World title. That queer took our title and walked out with it for his own selfish damned reasons. In my opinion I'd much rather go and set up a new title system within EHWF to compensate for this but something has arise which could rectify this problem and that something is......
Forever by Drake hits as the crowd erupts. Michael Rissi comes out, interrupting Scorpion. He has the EHWF Championship slug up on his right shoulder as he has a serious look on his face. Rissi gets in the ring and faces Scorpion who looks somewhat pissed.
Michael Rissi
Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm here again tonight not as a competitor and not to resign with EHWF but for something a little more peaceful. I'm here formally to gracefully return the EHWF title to EHWF and Scorpion.
The crowd gives a mixed reaction.
Michael Rissi
Now, I'm not returning this for nothing. I made a deal with Scorpion, a very important and a very interesting deal with Scorpion. I have to know that if I return my title to EHWF that this deal will be fully honoured.
Scorpion looks pissed off but nods. Rissi hands the title belt to Scorpion and Scorpion looks at it. Rissi goes to walk out but Scorpion stops him.
Scorpion
Wait, aren't you going to tell them?
Rissi shakes his head.
Michael Rissi
Not now, we can tell 'em later...
The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Rissi's music goes off and he makes his way up the ramp. Scorpion hoists the belt up on his shoulder and eyes Rissi up the ramp. Scorpion turns around and Raven Trueblood slides in the ring from behind. Trueblood runs up and kicks Scorpion in the head. Scorpion drops to the mat and Raven laughs. Trueblood's presence is shocking to the crowd. Trueblood picks up the EHWF title and signals that it's his. He goes to the corner and raises it high as the crowd boos him. Raven looks down at the gold and rubs it with his finger.
Raven laughs and shakes his head as he turns around to leave the ring. Scorpion is waiting for him and has recovered. Scorpion gets Trueblood up and hits him with the Scorpion drop! Raven is out on the mat as Scorpion yells at him and picks up the title belt. Scorpion stops and looks out at Rissi who is standing at the top of the ramp. We fade out to the EHWF logo ending the show.
Michael Rissi walks through the curtain and through the hallway of the arena. He stops for a moment as Alexander Corvis and Lisa Caliber rush up to him with microphones. The two interviewers wrestle over who is going to interview him first. Lisa grabs Corvis bends him down and knees him in the head. Corvis goes down and Lisa puts the mic to her mouth.
Lisa Calabre: Michael these recent developments over the past two weeks have been huge and now with your latest actions people are really shocked. We all want to know, what did you trade the EHWF title back to Scorpion for?!
Michael looks down and then stares into the abyss for a small moment before leaning into the mic, smile growing on his face for the first time in a few days.
Michael Rissi
No comment...
Rissi walks away. Lisa rolls her eyes and steps over Corvis exiting the area. Rissi makes his way to the exit. He grabs the handles of the door but stops. He looks up to the scaffolding on the roof and stares up. He looks at Ella DiMarco who is watching down. He takes a final glance and opens the doors. A massive rush of light comes through the doors from the streetlights. Rissi takes a step out of the arena and walks into the illumination as the doors close behind him.
EHWF Headquarters:
Pennsylvania
Sunday 1:00 PM
Scorpion
The EHWF Championship has changed hands back to EHWF and has been vacated. As part of the deal, you will become the general manager of Monday Night Anarchy. John Swaggah is unable to complete his duties as GM but if he recovers and comes back, you are to share these duties until your EHWF management contract expires in 6 months.
Scorpion brings his stamp down on a stack of papers on his desk in his office. He picks the up and hands them to Rissi.
Scorpion
I understand that things have been unstable and what not with this situation but I assure you that I have Anarchy's best interests at heart and I think you could do a great job. I'm going to over look that you walked out with the top title and focus on only making EHWF great. Plus it seems that Raven Trueblood wants to push my buttons, I'm not going to let him get to me and I'm going to nip this in the bud quickly.
Rissi shuffles through the papers that Scorpion handed him and scratches his beard.
Michael Rissi
Everything seems to be in order here. Don't worry, I promise I'll treat Anarchy all good-like but sending losers after me to get the title back, that was a bit much.
Scorpion
I sent no one after you. The bounty was already on you're head the second you walked out on Mayhem. You still have a lot to grasp mentally, Rissi. I wouldn't forget that if I were you...
Michael Rissi
I already have.
Scorpion
Well that's just dandy.
Rissi looks up at Scorpion and frowns, still scratching his beard.
Michael Rissi
Listen, everything I did was justified. Everything I did, I did for EHWF and I always had EHWF in mind. I can see that EHWF is slowing down and that you're slowly losing your grip on this place. I don't want to see EHWF become a fading memory, so I did what was right and I will continue to do what's right.
Scorpion sits down on his swivel chair behind his desk. Scorpion puts the rest of the papers on his desk inside the draw and looks up at Rissi who is itching to leave.
Scorpion
I'll walk you out...
Scorpion gets up and ushers Rissi through the door.
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Two Weeks Later:
Monday Night Anarchy
Monday: 11:00 PM
We open into the backstage office of Michael Rissi. Rissi, now the Anarchy GM sits behind his desk, going through files on his laptop. Eventually the phone rings but Rissi doesn't answer it as someone comes through the door.
Joanna Isabella
I don't believe it. The Anarchy General Manager. You said you were going to do it and you did it!
Rissi looks up and a smile grows on his face. The phone stops ringing and Rissi pulls up a chair next to him as he ushers at Joanna to come sit down.
Michael Rissi
I told you I was going to. This is a nice comfy job to have while my injuries heal. Hell who knows, I might turn Anarchy into the next Mayhem or I might even keep this position forever if I like it that much!
Joanna Isabella
Ha! Well it was hard enough to imagine you as the Anarchy GM let alone think of you as the official GM of Monday Nights for good. I will say, you put on one hell of a show tonight. Buried Alive with Black Man and Thor at WAR! Next week! Now that's a match I want to see. Good job on that.
Michael Rissi
Yeah, not bad eh? I want things to get real on Anarchy and I have the tools I just have to put my skills into play.
The phone rings again but Rissi just let's it ring out again.
Joanna Isabella
Well, good luck to you I'm sure you're going to do great.
Michael Rissi
Hey, do you want to go get something to eat? I'm almost done here.
Joanna Isabella
Oh, I just came through to see you. I'm just going to see my sister and pick her up from the airport. Sorry...
Michael Rissi
No, no that's fine. I didn't know. We can do it some other time or something.
Joanna Isabella
That sounds great, I'm sorry. I'll talk to you tomorrow for sure though. Bye!
Joanna walks out leaving Rissi a little confused with a unique expression on his face. The phone rings once more but just as Rissi goes to answer it, it stops. Rissi gets up from his desk and closes his laptop up while grabbing his keys. Rissi leaves his office and closes the door behind him
We see Rissi walk down the halls of Anarchy and pass several superstars on the way. Some he ignores and others he gives a thumbs up to. He walks out a door and out to the parking garage. He passes Eric Draven's pink Prius and walks up to his shining white Masarati. Just before Rissi opens the door his moblie phone rings and Rissi answers it.
Michael Rissi
Hello.
Scorpion
Where the fuck are you? I called the office heaps of times and no answer, what the fuck?
Michael Rissi
I was preoccupied, what do you have to say to me?
Scorpion
The deals off. Anarchy doesn't have a strong enough roster and we have network issues now. Anarchy is on hiatus and everything there is going to be moved to Mayhem.
Michael Rissi
What the fuck? Are you serious bro?
Scorpion
Quite serious... bro.
Michael Rissi
Then if the deals off give me back my fucking title belt!
Scorpion
No can do son, I have plans for the title at WAR! This is just business and sometimes you get ass fucked in business. Clear all your shit out of the office before my demolition team gets there and fucks the place up. Laters hun...
Scorpion hangs up leaving Rissi in shock. He pulls the iPhone away from his face and stares at it's fading screen for a quick moment.
Michael Rissi
FUCK YOOOOOOOOOOU!
Rissi storms back into the hallway just to find Scorpion's demolition team assembled in the few minutes he was outside. They're attacking the walls with sledgehammers and they all have pictures of Scorpion on their uniforms.
Michael Rissi
What the fuck? Can you guys even do this? Scorpion or EHWF don't own this fucking arena!
Rissi bursts into his office and starts getting his possessions together. He gets his framed picture of money, his 9mm, his documents and his laptop. He puts them in a box and re-checks the draws and stumbles across a little red velvet box. He looks inside, remembering it and seeing the beautiful shining ring inside. He closes the box, puts it in his jacket pocket, grabs his stuff and bursts out of the office in anger.
Eric Draven runs up to him in a panic, arms flailing and tears running down his cheeks. Rissi tries to ignore him and continues walking.
Eric Draven
Oh Michael it's horrible! What's happening, oh my god this can't be serious! Is this real li...
Rissi drops Draven with a hard right hand to the head and storms out of the building. Slamming the arena door behind him.
Two Weeks Later
Friday Night Mayhem
Friday: 10:09 PM
Steve White: By Gawd I don't believe it, Michael Rissi has just come back as the Mayhem General Manager and he just put Scorpion in a world championship match with Black Man next week at Revenge!
Chuck Thompson: Can you believe this Steve, Michael is back in EHWF and not only is he back but he's the Mayhem GM!
Steve White: Amazing! It looks like things are going to get good around here Chuck!
Chuck Thompson: No more Anarchy must have made Michael Rissi an angry Motherfucker but boy it looks like he's ready to exact his revenge and give Black Man the shot that he claims he deserves. I am legit excited about EHWF right now and where we're heading Steve!
Steve White: It sure has been an amazing night and an amazing return for Michael Rissi right now. Michael has a big week ahead of him now but with a personality so alluring like Michael Rissi's I can't help but wonder where he'll be in a few months from here and what situation he'll be in!
FADE2BLACK
2 Years Later Scars & Stripes 2013
Sunday: 10:53 PM
...Black Man pulls Rissi back up to his feet and lifts him up, looking like he is going to powerbomb him. He then runs across the ring and powerbombs Rissi over the top rope to the outside of the ring! Rissi nearly lands on his head as the crowd makes an "ooh!" noise.
Steve White: By gawd! Rissi almost landed on his head!
Chuck Thompson: That was fucked up. He could have killed Rissi!
Steve White: Black Man is fucked in the head. I'm not sure he would have cared if he killed Rissi honestly.
Black Man smirks down at Rissi, who is not moving on the outside of the ring. Black Man then exits the ring and slowly pulls Rissi back up to his feet, but Rissi comes out of nowhere and hits a German suplex on Black Man, throwing him head first into the crowd barrier! Both men lay on the floor outside of the ring and both of them are holding their heads in pain.
Steve white: Out of nowhere with a German suplex! Now both men are hurting for sure!
Chuck Thompson: I have no idea where that one came from. Rissi almost broke his neck getting powerbombed out of the ring and he came out of nowhere with a fucking German suplex!
Both men begin moving. Rissi is up to his feet first and slowly walks over to Black Man, who is climbing back up to his feet. He rolls Black Man into the ring and slides in after him. He waits for Black Man to get back to his feet and when he does he nails him right in the face with a superkick! Black Man falls flat onto his back and Rissi jumps on him for the pin. 1...2...kickout! Black Man gets a shoulder up! Rissi looks down at the ring mat and climbs back to his feet, pulling Black Man up with him. Out of nowhere, Black Man nails Rissi with the Black Stunn! Both men lay on the ring mat and Black Man slowly climbs over to Rissi. 1...2...kickout! Rissi barely gets a shoulder up!
Steve White: That was close! The match still is not over!
Chuck Thompson: Good thing! This match is great!
Black Man sits up and looks surprised Rissi kicked out of the Black Stunn. He slowly gets back up and pulls Rissi up as well, but suddenly Rissi nails Black Man with the Fade2Black! The crowd goes crazy as Rissi jumps on Black Man for the pin! 1...2...kickout! Black Man somehow kicks out!
Steve White: He kicked out! These two guys are pushing each other to the limit!
Rissi is now the one looking surprised as Black Man barely kicks out. He slowly climbs back to his feet, dragging Black Man back up as well. Both men are lethargic as this match has now been going on for nearly 20 minutes! Black Man kicks Rissi hard in the gut and is about to go for a Black Stunn once more when Rissi reverses it and nails another Fade2Black! The crowd once again pops as Rissi stumbles back up to his feet. He gets fired up as the crowd does at the same time. He grabs Black Man and pulls him to his feet one more time and nails him with the End of Discord! He breathes heavily and then falls onto the body of Black Man, hooking the leg! 1...2...3!
DING DING DING!
Steve White: By gawd! By gawd! It's over! Rissi has won the match!
The fans go insane as the bell rings and Michael Rissi is declared the winner.
Patricia Downs: The winner of this match, by pinfall, Michael Rissi!
Chuck Thompson: What a fucking match! These men pushed each other to the absolute limit tonight and in the end Rissi just had a touch more in the tank!
Rissi slowly climbs to his feet as his theme song plays over the PA system and the fans begin showering cheers upon him. He gets his hand raised in victory by the referee as Black Man rolls out of the ring, still unknown to what has happened. Rissi jumps up onto the turnbuckle and throws his hands in the air in victory as fireworks go off above the ring and confetti begins raining down around the entire arena.
Steve White: There is going to be a party right here in New Orleans tonight! I guarantee that! What a match! What a Pay Per View! Another Scars & Stripes in history, ladies and gentlemen. We enjoyed having you tonight and we will see you on Mayhem! Good night!
The crowd chants Michael Rissi's name repeatedly as the scene fades out to the EHWF logo, ending the show.
The Week After Scars & Stripes 2013
Tuesday: 11:37
Michael Rissi
That match... Easy as fuck.
Scott Wilson
Damn... I should have won my fucking cocksucking match. Cocksucking David Arnold... I hope he falls down the stairs of his hotel and breaks his dick open...
In the club at the VIP Wilson gingerly takes a shot at a table with Rissi. The thick texture of the grey billowing cigarette and cigar smoke swarms the area providing the perfect inverse in the atmosphere of the area.
Michael Rissi
It's done Wilson... I've beaten David GS, beaten Black Man, beaten Drake, Givens, Thor, you... It's done. The haters can keep talking but their words now officially mean nothing.
Scott Wilson
Fuck the haters.
Wilson let's out a sigh.
Scott Wilson
Well... Danny's dead. Dead as fuck. I know he was an asshole but he was one of us Scars and Stripes just wasn't the same without him... Fucking drugs...
Rissi and Wilson both stay silent, both upset and looking down. Wilson grabs another shot and takes it quick then takes a 50 dollar bill out of his jacket and snorts a line of cocaine on the bench.
Scott Wilson
Well at least we still have the memories... I remember when he died and EHWF.com got your statement. Epic but a little weird...
Rissi's brow furrows a little as he looks up, remembering.
Flashback... Months Ago
EHWF Cameras catch up with EHWF Legend Michael Rissi about the death of Danny Givens, his former best friend who he was at odds with but reportedly was mending their friendship.
“First off, I’m saddened by this shit. Yes Givens and I were at odds and yes he could be a little bitch at times but we had become cool in the past few weeks. His death is a sad event but even worse is that coward piece of trash Drake Coleman coming out and trying to make light of it.
Just because Drake takes pride in the fact that he killed his wife doesn’t mean that He has to bag a now deceased Danny Givens. Drake should be thanking me and respecting my affiliates for letting him win the EHWF Championship but instead he turns into the same fake poser psycho that we all know he is. Danny was 11 times the wrestler Drake ever could hope to be.
Truth be told if I were in that EHWF Vacated title match we all know I would have won and defeated Drake AGAIN! See Drake forgets that yes, I defeated his coward ass and humiliated him in our PPV match a couple months back. The last thing Drake wants is me coming back and fucking him up seeing as it was documented clearly that he is scared of me and just can’t defeat me but Drake may have dug himself a hole now.
Danny had a problem with drugs and he had a lot of other problems in his life but I ask for privacy on Amanda and Aiden’s behalf. Myself and maybe Scott Wilson will be handling the spokes role and other roles for the Givens and Maxwell families even thought we haven’t been formally asked to do so."
Rissi later gave a heart felt discussion and gesture about Givens.
"You know, Danny and I used to fuck around big time once upon a time. We’d fuckin’ party hard, ride our vehicles around, slay ass. We also watched a lot of cinema films together. We loved the movie, Top Gun, and often times we would joke with each other, who was Goose, and who was Tom Cruise.
Well, now that Danny is dead, I guess we know who is Goose. Danny is Goose, because in that motion picture Goose dies. So, Danny is dead, so he would be Goose, and that would make me Tom Cruise... I’m Tom Cruise guys…
Close your eyes. Now picture Danny’s face. Happy, well manicured facial hair, his body youthful, and full of life.
Now picture Danny now. His cold, lifeless face. Eyeballs mushed and smashed in, little strands of hair still just coming off of his head. Looks all scary, like a skull man but with a little skin and shit all left on him... Has he even been dead that long? Anyway... That’s the kind of skeleton that Danny is now.
Now open your eyes. Open them. What do you see?
You see me... Danny now lives through me. I have his power.
Not only do I have the fuel of Michael Rissi inside of me, I now have all of Danny’s fuckin’ powers too. So anyone who wants to step up to this shit, better recognize...”
Fade Out
Back To Reality
Joanna Isabella comes behind Rissi and wraps her arms around him -startling him back to reality. Wilson is across from them, once again downing another shot.
Joanna Isabella
Sorry I'm late, I got held up. Did I miss much?
Scott Wilson
Nah, nah. We were just talkin' bout Danny.
Joanna looks down with a somber expression at the thought of their fallen friend. Wilson quickly leans forward and dusts some cocaine residue off of the bench before she notices.
Scott Wilson
He was an asshole and he had lots of personal problems but I'd never betray him. He'll be missed...
Amanda Maxwell walks in from behind them and smacks Wilson in the back of the head softly. Wilson turns around as Amanda shoots him a glare and proceeds to hug Joanna off her entrance.
Amanda Maxwell
Who let this homeless bum in the room?
Scott Wilson
Screw you. Shouldn't you be off trying to be a decent mother and looking after Aiden instead of being all up in the club? That's Danny's kid Amanda; go be a mother...
Amanda looks offended even though Wilson is probably right. Wilson smirks as Amanda looks at him in disgust.
Amanda Maxwell
Bite me asshole! I'm going to check my make up.
Amanda storms off. Wilson turns back to Rissi and Joanna and laughs as he gets up as well.
Scott Wilson
I have to make two phone calls...
Wilson shuffles off as well. Rissi and Joanna are left alone.
Joanna Isabella
I still can't get over that match between you and Black Man. It was really incredible! Have you heard anything from Black Man at all by any chance?
Michael Rissi
No... I won't hear anything from
that douchebag anymore. We're clearly not going to be friends again. He'll probably end up leaving EHWF forever coming off of his loss to me at Scars and Stripes. Just like David GS did... Too much embarrassment effectively vanquished David GS for good and it might do the same to Black Man... They're both afterthoughts now.
Joanna Isabella
Oh well, I guess they should have fought harder...
Rissi looks up at her and laughs for a moment. The two cuddle up as we pan away.
...
Around the corner we come to see Scott Wilson and Amanda Maxwell sprawled out on a club sofa making out with a curtain across them.
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January 2014
A Week After the HoF Show...
Various Places in the World
- On the remote coast of Northern Australia
4:14 PM
Out on the water we see a boat out in the distance, calmly floating at a slow pace. There isn't land for miles as the boat floats forward through the deep blue water. As we zoom in we see the big frame of Mazzio rocketing through the water towards the boat. When he catches up to it he climbs onto it and gets on board.
On the deck is Aubree Celeste tanning in her bikini with her iPad in hand. Mazzio gets in and grabs his EHWF Championship, sitting down next to Aubree.
Aubree Celeste
You were gone for a while. I was getting worried you got lost out there. Have a good time?
Mazzio
Yeah, it was all right. I found the other side of the coast...
Aubree Celeste
You swam out that far!? And caught back up!? That's incredible, I can't see land at all from here!
Mazzio
Yeah, it was a good warm up for training for my match with Silver when I get back to the states...
A shocked Aubree stares at Mazzio and his title for a moment before moving next to him and snuggling up. She pulls her iPad in front of them.
Aubree Celeste
Well in other news, it looks like Michael Rissi is pretty badly injured from what David GS ambushed him with last week at the hall of fame show. His career looks to be over.
Mazzio
Really? What a dog act. David couldn't fight like a man because he knew he would lose again so he does this? How horrible. However, with Rissi gone and David GS coming back, this changes the climate of a lot of things...
•
- Atlanta, Georgia
1:20 AM
In a dark, office-like room, we see Black Man seated at a desk with a glass of scotch and a cigar. He has no emotive expression on his face as he looks into his phone. The blue light illuminating his face through the poor lighting.
Black Man
So... Michael Rissi really is in hospital... Hmm.
A small grin grows on the face of Black Man as he downs the rest of his scotch in one gulp! He begins to laugh.
Black Man
BAHAHAHAHAHA! This is interesting...
•
- On a Small Hawaiian Island
12:25 AM
Brandon Bash reclines on a relaxing chair in the center of a luxurious Hawaiian resort by the pool. On the small table beside him is his drink and his laptop. He relaxes, taking in the night air as he browses EHWF.com.
Brandon Bash
So it's true. Michael Rissi really is finished. In the hospital and all. What a disappointing return to the ring...
A shadow forms around Bash out of the nights darkness.
Eric Smith
Cut down by David GS with an underhanded move out of nowhere. How unfortunate. However, with David GS back I'd like to question how we could take advantage of him for our own personal gain...
Brandon Bash doesn't respond. Instead he just grasps his drink from the table and leans back as a huge grin grows upon his face.
•
- Somewhere in Kansas
3:30 AM
Silver Kazama sits cross-legged in a large training space just outside a ring in the center of the room. He stares at the ring with tired eyes as we pan behind him and see an aged Asian gentlemen move in behind him.
Chinjuro
Silver-kun. You musta rest... You have big match coming up very soon...
Silver Kazama
I couldn't sleep Chinjuro-sama. I'm having difficulty staying confident for my title match and my issues with Brandon, and the Corporate Powers aren't helping.
Chinjuro
I have come all the way fromu home to the states to see you fight once again for a world titleu... Get rest, I will help you trainu in the morning...
Silver leans back and pushes up on the hard floor with both of his hands. He gets to his feet and places his hands over his eyes. After he rubs them he looks up with an emotive expression and speaks with a tired voice.
Silver Kazama
I know this match will be great. Mazzio and I have respect for each other but you've seen what he's capable of. Hell you saw what he did to Smooth. I've never seen TQ look so helpless and defenseless then he did at the end of their match. This will certainly be a difficult challenge for me.
Chinjuro
Silver-kun... You can do it, I believe in you. Just don't ret the match brind you to Brandon Bashu. He's up to something and I don't want you to geta hurt. Rook whatu happened to that poor ferrow at the Hall of Fameu
Silver Kazama
...Yeah, Michael Rissi. I've never met him but after David GS ambushed him, he's ended up in the hospital. It's a sad sight but jealousy creates enemies in this world and unfortunately Michael ended up a victim... At least I won't have to deal with this David GS psycho...
Silver begins to walk towards the exit of the room. He stops and looks back with his last ounce of alertness at this hour.
Silver Kazama
Win or lose... I promise I'll make to proud Chinjuro-sama. You and the rest of them....
•
- Wellington, New Zealand
6:40 PM
Out on a tarmac as the sun is beginning to set, we see Ella DiMarco running down to a waiting private jet that's starting up. She's on the phone as she does the best to run in her heels.
Ella DiMarco
I'm headed to Miami now... Rissi is in the hospital, has been for a few days now. This messes everything up now... Sengeta and those guys were well pissed off and my father is coming from Sydney to fill in for me... I'll kill David GS for this one.
She gets closer to the jet as it's engines roar!
Ella DiMarco
Why did he do it? Clearly he couldn't handle Rissi being better than him. He harboured the jealousy from Scars and Stripes for all those years. DGS was reckless and Rissi was careless... I have to go into damage control; I'll talk to you when I land in Miami...
The noise of the jets engines gets too loud and Ella hangs up. She boards the jet as it prepares for flight and we fade out.
Sunday: 10:53 PM
...Black Man pulls Rissi back up to his feet and lifts him up, looking like he is going to powerbomb him. He then runs across the ring and powerbombs Rissi over the top rope to the outside of the ring! Rissi nearly lands on his head as the crowd makes an "ooh!" noise.
Steve White: By gawd! Rissi almost landed on his head!
Chuck Thompson: That was fucked up. He could have killed Rissi!
Steve White: Black Man is fucked in the head. I'm not sure he would have cared if he killed Rissi honestly.
Black Man smirks down at Rissi, who is not moving on the outside of the ring. Black Man then exits the ring and slowly pulls Rissi back up to his feet, but Rissi comes out of nowhere and hits a German suplex on Black Man, throwing him head first into the crowd barrier! Both men lay on the floor outside of the ring and both of them are holding their heads in pain.
Steve white: Out of nowhere with a German suplex! Now both men are hurting for sure!
Chuck Thompson: I have no idea where that one came from. Rissi almost broke his neck getting powerbombed out of the ring and he came out of nowhere with a fucking German suplex!
Both men begin moving. Rissi is up to his feet first and slowly walks over to Black Man, who is climbing back up to his feet. He rolls Black Man into the ring and slides in after him. He waits for Black Man to get back to his feet and when he does he nails him right in the face with a superkick! Black Man falls flat onto his back and Rissi jumps on him for the pin. 1...2...kickout! Black Man gets a shoulder up! Rissi looks down at the ring mat and climbs back to his feet, pulling Black Man up with him. Out of nowhere, Black Man nails Rissi with the Black Stunn! Both men lay on the ring mat and Black Man slowly climbs over to Rissi. 1...2...kickout! Rissi barely gets a shoulder up!
Steve White: That was close! The match still is not over!
Chuck Thompson: Good thing! This match is great!
Black Man sits up and looks surprised Rissi kicked out of the Black Stunn. He slowly gets back up and pulls Rissi up as well, but suddenly Rissi nails Black Man with the Fade2Black! The crowd goes crazy as Rissi jumps on Black Man for the pin! 1...2...kickout! Black Man somehow kicks out!
Steve White: He kicked out! These two guys are pushing each other to the limit!
Rissi is now the one looking surprised as Black Man barely kicks out. He slowly climbs back to his feet, dragging Black Man back up as well. Both men are lethargic as this match has now been going on for nearly 20 minutes! Black Man kicks Rissi hard in the gut and is about to go for a Black Stunn once more when Rissi reverses it and nails another Fade2Black! The crowd once again pops as Rissi stumbles back up to his feet. He gets fired up as the crowd does at the same time. He grabs Black Man and pulls him to his feet one more time and nails him with the End of Discord! He breathes heavily and then falls onto the body of Black Man, hooking the leg! 1...2...3!
DING DING DING!
Steve White: By gawd! By gawd! It's over! Rissi has won the match!
The fans go insane as the bell rings and Michael Rissi is declared the winner.
Patricia Downs: The winner of this match, by pinfall, Michael Rissi!
Chuck Thompson: What a fucking match! These men pushed each other to the absolute limit tonight and in the end Rissi just had a touch more in the tank!
Rissi slowly climbs to his feet as his theme song plays over the PA system and the fans begin showering cheers upon him. He gets his hand raised in victory by the referee as Black Man rolls out of the ring, still unknown to what has happened. Rissi jumps up onto the turnbuckle and throws his hands in the air in victory as fireworks go off above the ring and confetti begins raining down around the entire arena.
Steve White: There is going to be a party right here in New Orleans tonight! I guarantee that! What a match! What a Pay Per View! Another Scars & Stripes in history, ladies and gentlemen. We enjoyed having you tonight and we will see you on Mayhem! Good night!
The crowd chants Michael Rissi's name repeatedly as the scene fades out to the EHWF logo, ending the show.
The Week After Scars & Stripes 2013
Tuesday: 11:37
Michael Rissi
That match... Easy as fuck.
Scott Wilson
Damn... I should have won my fucking cocksucking match. Cocksucking David Arnold... I hope he falls down the stairs of his hotel and breaks his dick open...
In the club at the VIP Wilson gingerly takes a shot at a table with Rissi. The thick texture of the grey billowing cigarette and cigar smoke swarms the area providing the perfect inverse in the atmosphere of the area.
Michael Rissi
It's done Wilson... I've beaten David GS, beaten Black Man, beaten Drake, Givens, Thor, you... It's done. The haters can keep talking but their words now officially mean nothing.
Scott Wilson
Fuck the haters.
Wilson let's out a sigh.
Scott Wilson
Well... Danny's dead. Dead as fuck. I know he was an asshole but he was one of us Scars and Stripes just wasn't the same without him... Fucking drugs...
Rissi and Wilson both stay silent, both upset and looking down. Wilson grabs another shot and takes it quick then takes a 50 dollar bill out of his jacket and snorts a line of cocaine on the bench.
Scott Wilson
Well at least we still have the memories... I remember when he died and EHWF.com got your statement. Epic but a little weird...
Rissi's brow furrows a little as he looks up, remembering.
Flashback... Months Ago
EHWF Cameras catch up with EHWF Legend Michael Rissi about the death of Danny Givens, his former best friend who he was at odds with but reportedly was mending their friendship.
“First off, I’m saddened by this shit. Yes Givens and I were at odds and yes he could be a little bitch at times but we had become cool in the past few weeks. His death is a sad event but even worse is that coward piece of trash Drake Coleman coming out and trying to make light of it.
Just because Drake takes pride in the fact that he killed his wife doesn’t mean that He has to bag a now deceased Danny Givens. Drake should be thanking me and respecting my affiliates for letting him win the EHWF Championship but instead he turns into the same fake poser psycho that we all know he is. Danny was 11 times the wrestler Drake ever could hope to be.
Truth be told if I were in that EHWF Vacated title match we all know I would have won and defeated Drake AGAIN! See Drake forgets that yes, I defeated his coward ass and humiliated him in our PPV match a couple months back. The last thing Drake wants is me coming back and fucking him up seeing as it was documented clearly that he is scared of me and just can’t defeat me but Drake may have dug himself a hole now.
Danny had a problem with drugs and he had a lot of other problems in his life but I ask for privacy on Amanda and Aiden’s behalf. Myself and maybe Scott Wilson will be handling the spokes role and other roles for the Givens and Maxwell families even thought we haven’t been formally asked to do so."
Rissi later gave a heart felt discussion and gesture about Givens.
"You know, Danny and I used to fuck around big time once upon a time. We’d fuckin’ party hard, ride our vehicles around, slay ass. We also watched a lot of cinema films together. We loved the movie, Top Gun, and often times we would joke with each other, who was Goose, and who was Tom Cruise.
Well, now that Danny is dead, I guess we know who is Goose. Danny is Goose, because in that motion picture Goose dies. So, Danny is dead, so he would be Goose, and that would make me Tom Cruise... I’m Tom Cruise guys…
Close your eyes. Now picture Danny’s face. Happy, well manicured facial hair, his body youthful, and full of life.
Now picture Danny now. His cold, lifeless face. Eyeballs mushed and smashed in, little strands of hair still just coming off of his head. Looks all scary, like a skull man but with a little skin and shit all left on him... Has he even been dead that long? Anyway... That’s the kind of skeleton that Danny is now.
Now open your eyes. Open them. What do you see?
You see me... Danny now lives through me. I have his power.
Not only do I have the fuel of Michael Rissi inside of me, I now have all of Danny’s fuckin’ powers too. So anyone who wants to step up to this shit, better recognize...”
Fade Out
Back To Reality
Joanna Isabella comes behind Rissi and wraps her arms around him -startling him back to reality. Wilson is across from them, once again downing another shot.
Joanna Isabella
Sorry I'm late, I got held up. Did I miss much?
Scott Wilson
Nah, nah. We were just talkin' bout Danny.
Joanna looks down with a somber expression at the thought of their fallen friend. Wilson quickly leans forward and dusts some cocaine residue off of the bench before she notices.
Scott Wilson
He was an asshole and he had lots of personal problems but I'd never betray him. He'll be missed...
Amanda Maxwell walks in from behind them and smacks Wilson in the back of the head softly. Wilson turns around as Amanda shoots him a glare and proceeds to hug Joanna off her entrance.
Amanda Maxwell
Who let this homeless bum in the room?
Scott Wilson
Screw you. Shouldn't you be off trying to be a decent mother and looking after Aiden instead of being all up in the club? That's Danny's kid Amanda; go be a mother...
Amanda looks offended even though Wilson is probably right. Wilson smirks as Amanda looks at him in disgust.
Amanda Maxwell
Bite me asshole! I'm going to check my make up.
Amanda storms off. Wilson turns back to Rissi and Joanna and laughs as he gets up as well.
Scott Wilson
I have to make two phone calls...
Wilson shuffles off as well. Rissi and Joanna are left alone.
Joanna Isabella
I still can't get over that match between you and Black Man. It was really incredible! Have you heard anything from Black Man at all by any chance?
Michael Rissi
No... I won't hear anything from
that douchebag anymore. We're clearly not going to be friends again. He'll probably end up leaving EHWF forever coming off of his loss to me at Scars and Stripes. Just like David GS did... Too much embarrassment effectively vanquished David GS for good and it might do the same to Black Man... They're both afterthoughts now.
Joanna Isabella
Oh well, I guess they should have fought harder...
Rissi looks up at her and laughs for a moment. The two cuddle up as we pan away.
...
Around the corner we come to see Scott Wilson and Amanda Maxwell sprawled out on a club sofa making out with a curtain across them.
-------
January 2014
A Week After the HoF Show...
Various Places in the World
- On the remote coast of Northern Australia
4:14 PM
Out on the water we see a boat out in the distance, calmly floating at a slow pace. There isn't land for miles as the boat floats forward through the deep blue water. As we zoom in we see the big frame of Mazzio rocketing through the water towards the boat. When he catches up to it he climbs onto it and gets on board.
On the deck is Aubree Celeste tanning in her bikini with her iPad in hand. Mazzio gets in and grabs his EHWF Championship, sitting down next to Aubree.
Aubree Celeste
You were gone for a while. I was getting worried you got lost out there. Have a good time?
Mazzio
Yeah, it was all right. I found the other side of the coast...
Aubree Celeste
You swam out that far!? And caught back up!? That's incredible, I can't see land at all from here!
Mazzio
Yeah, it was a good warm up for training for my match with Silver when I get back to the states...
A shocked Aubree stares at Mazzio and his title for a moment before moving next to him and snuggling up. She pulls her iPad in front of them.
Aubree Celeste
Well in other news, it looks like Michael Rissi is pretty badly injured from what David GS ambushed him with last week at the hall of fame show. His career looks to be over.
Mazzio
Really? What a dog act. David couldn't fight like a man because he knew he would lose again so he does this? How horrible. However, with Rissi gone and David GS coming back, this changes the climate of a lot of things...
•
- Atlanta, Georgia
1:20 AM
In a dark, office-like room, we see Black Man seated at a desk with a glass of scotch and a cigar. He has no emotive expression on his face as he looks into his phone. The blue light illuminating his face through the poor lighting.
Black Man
So... Michael Rissi really is in hospital... Hmm.
A small grin grows on the face of Black Man as he downs the rest of his scotch in one gulp! He begins to laugh.
Black Man
BAHAHAHAHAHA! This is interesting...
•
- On a Small Hawaiian Island
12:25 AM
Brandon Bash reclines on a relaxing chair in the center of a luxurious Hawaiian resort by the pool. On the small table beside him is his drink and his laptop. He relaxes, taking in the night air as he browses EHWF.com.
Brandon Bash
So it's true. Michael Rissi really is finished. In the hospital and all. What a disappointing return to the ring...
A shadow forms around Bash out of the nights darkness.
Eric Smith
Cut down by David GS with an underhanded move out of nowhere. How unfortunate. However, with David GS back I'd like to question how we could take advantage of him for our own personal gain...
Brandon Bash doesn't respond. Instead he just grasps his drink from the table and leans back as a huge grin grows upon his face.
•
- Somewhere in Kansas
3:30 AM
Silver Kazama sits cross-legged in a large training space just outside a ring in the center of the room. He stares at the ring with tired eyes as we pan behind him and see an aged Asian gentlemen move in behind him.
Chinjuro
Silver-kun. You musta rest... You have big match coming up very soon...
Silver Kazama
I couldn't sleep Chinjuro-sama. I'm having difficulty staying confident for my title match and my issues with Brandon, and the Corporate Powers aren't helping.
Chinjuro
I have come all the way fromu home to the states to see you fight once again for a world titleu... Get rest, I will help you trainu in the morning...
Silver leans back and pushes up on the hard floor with both of his hands. He gets to his feet and places his hands over his eyes. After he rubs them he looks up with an emotive expression and speaks with a tired voice.
Silver Kazama
I know this match will be great. Mazzio and I have respect for each other but you've seen what he's capable of. Hell you saw what he did to Smooth. I've never seen TQ look so helpless and defenseless then he did at the end of their match. This will certainly be a difficult challenge for me.
Chinjuro
Silver-kun... You can do it, I believe in you. Just don't ret the match brind you to Brandon Bashu. He's up to something and I don't want you to geta hurt. Rook whatu happened to that poor ferrow at the Hall of Fameu
Silver Kazama
...Yeah, Michael Rissi. I've never met him but after David GS ambushed him, he's ended up in the hospital. It's a sad sight but jealousy creates enemies in this world and unfortunately Michael ended up a victim... At least I won't have to deal with this David GS psycho...
Silver begins to walk towards the exit of the room. He stops and looks back with his last ounce of alertness at this hour.
Silver Kazama
Win or lose... I promise I'll make to proud Chinjuro-sama. You and the rest of them....
•
- Wellington, New Zealand
6:40 PM
Out on a tarmac as the sun is beginning to set, we see Ella DiMarco running down to a waiting private jet that's starting up. She's on the phone as she does the best to run in her heels.
Ella DiMarco
I'm headed to Miami now... Rissi is in the hospital, has been for a few days now. This messes everything up now... Sengeta and those guys were well pissed off and my father is coming from Sydney to fill in for me... I'll kill David GS for this one.
She gets closer to the jet as it's engines roar!
Ella DiMarco
Why did he do it? Clearly he couldn't handle Rissi being better than him. He harboured the jealousy from Scars and Stripes for all those years. DGS was reckless and Rissi was careless... I have to go into damage control; I'll talk to you when I land in Miami...
The noise of the jets engines gets too loud and Ella hangs up. She boards the jet as it prepares for flight and we fade out.
FADE2BLACK
"Thor, DGS, Coleman... Evil? Rissi, Murdock, Kazama... Righteous? People’s views about things such as these have always changed throughout the course of all of this. People who have never known peace and people who have never known war have different values and different ambitions! Those who stand at the top determine what's wrong and what's right! This very period in time on Mayhem is neutral ground at the moment! Justice will prevail, you say? But of course it will! Whoever wins this war becomes justice!
It's always been this way whether people acknowledge it or not. Rissi was down but not out. Mere jealousy from a self indulgent, arrogant intermediate could never vanquish him. Silver never tasted defeat, he just became more determined. Nick Rissi plummeted almost to his demise but there is no arguing he had more heart than anyone else. Brandon Bash doesn't know failure, he'll always have a plan waiting behind another just as Black Man will always have that number one person he'll always look out for... Himself!
What did all the fighting coming into this year up until this point prove? No one did anything... The big timers took no action. TQ Smooth played himself to the point where he actually believed his own hype and got beatdown because of it. Sah'ta Thor, a man disgraced; been to the bottom, lost so much, had his pelvis broken, stole another mans daughter and claimed it as his own for 9 years just waltz's back in to our domain like nothing happened. Scott Wilson, a man famous for being the underdog, for giving it his all and somehow finds the motivation to keep going just up and retires for good this time... Our friend is gone now, our originality is dwindling. Scotty Paine, RNRG, Rockin' Lunatic, Mike Maddox. Just meaningless names now which pale to ones such as Blaise, Patacky, Kazama... Times may have changed but certain things stayed the same.
Silver sees his destiny and needs to grab hold of it. David GS has nothing left anymore but a pointless and sad display of arrogance and acting fueled purely by hatred, inferiority and jealousy. Was I shocked at what I dud that night? No, not at all... Did I wish I could have done a better job... Yes, I wish that I had finished it off. This is just the beginning... It all starts now, leading into Scars and Stripes! Scorpion left a mark that is fading and those committed to his legacy will go onto greatness while those who choose to be meaningless, stay meaningless. Committing is hard... Make the commitment…"
.......
"I Do."
End....
Inspiration taken and grabbed by different things
Inspiration taken and grabbed by different things
