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Post by EHWF Management on Jul 30, 2014 2:18:44 GMT -5
A few days after Scars and Stripes we come into the EHWF Staff Offices where Joanna Isabella-Rissi is held up on the phone looking stressed. Joanna Isabella-Rissi: Where are you? I've had like 5 people come in wanting to talk to you and I've had to deal with all of them.Rissi (v.o): I'm parking the car, I'll be a few minutes tops, just lock the door and ignore 'em hun.Joanna Isabella-Rissi: All right, well don't take too much longer.Joanna goes to shut the office door but it pushes open just as she grasps the handle while someone enters.Joanna Isabella-Rissi: Oh?TBC:Anyone
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2014 5:37:25 GMT -5
And in enters Black Man, who just a few days ago defeated TQ Smooth in a No DQ match. Joanna looks surprised at first, he could tell by the way her mouth remained gasped for a brief period of time, but then as she settled, Joanna stood back and let Black Man enter.
"I see Michael isn't around. I won't take up much of your time Joanna, just wanted to know if you could give him a message for me."
At first she looked hesitant, but after a moment she nodded and grabbed a legal pad and paper. Black Man motioned that she not need to write down this message as he picked a piece of paper from his back pocket and handed it to Mrs. Rissi. Black Man just smiled, sort of that half smile that you would give in an awkward situation and proceeded to the door. Before turning the handle to exit the room The Dark Knight turned back towards Joanna who was staring at the paper just handed to her. Her eyes, caught off guard, turn their attention back towards Black Man.
"Just tell Michael that I am sorry about last year."
And with that Black Man goes to leave, but can't get past the office door before someone walks in.........
TBC by anyone
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2014 5:59:24 GMT -5
Dawson Hayes: Black Man, Joanna.
Dawson smiles as he brushes past Black Man and sits on the end of Joanna's desk.
Dawson Hayes: For weeks, months, I've battled my ass off here, I've wrestled shit match after shit match. So, where's my reward? Where's my opportunity? That bullshit Feast or Fired match? Was that my opportunity? Bullshit. I opted against trying to win that match, because it was a stupid fucking concept. So, tell me... when do I get my opportunity? I want to be in the King of bereavement tournament.
Dawson stares angrily at Joanna. Black Man hasn't yet decided whether to leave.
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Post by EHWF Management on Jul 30, 2014 7:36:25 GMT -5
Joanna motions back to Black Man as he exits the office.
Joanna Isabella-Rissi: I'll give him the message.
She turned back to Dawson Hayes who seems to be seething with anger.
Joanna Isabella-Rissi: I can understand your frustration Dawson. If you want in the KoB Tournament then I think I can give you a shot. As you can tell by our first qualifier this week the tournament will be done in teams. You come from quite a populated stable yourself so why don't you organise a partner and get back to me. Then we can talk about giving you a qualifying match.
TBC: Doorson/Anyone
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2014 10:17:29 GMT -5
Dawson grins.
Dawson Hayes: That's all well and good... but I've got a feeling Ryan Morgan and Eli Sykes wont want to team with me now. They've grown into their own men, fuck, I'm practically the only member of Legion left standing. So, how about you find me a partner.
Dawson stares.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2014 13:24:39 GMT -5
A sound in the doorway causes both Hayes and Isabella-Rissi to turn. Their eyes find David Gideon Smith standing there, one shoulder leaned against the doorframe, hands submerged in the pockets of his jeans. He watches them both for a moment, sees Isabella-Rissi's face light up, and immediately shakes his head, indignant grimace taking root on his face.
David: No. Absolutely not. I...
He pauses, and cracks a Cheshire smile at Joanna.
David: I'm just here to see your husband, anyway. Don't bother - I can see he's not here, but that's all right. I'll wait.
TBC: Isabella-Rissi/Hayes/Any
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Post by EHWF Management on Aug 1, 2014 4:06:39 GMT -5
Joanna stares on at David in disgust, looking like she can barely keep her dinner down. She winces and shudders having to reply to him, taking attention away from Dawson Hayes.Joanna Isabella-Rissi: You absolutely won't wait here for him. There's carpet outside in the hallway isn't there? Go wait out there...Just before she can finish her sentence, everyone turns as the doorway opens up yet again. Michael Rissi struts into the office and looks at David Smith and Dawson Hayes before him. Rissi doesn't bother taking his sunglasses off but he leans forward and squints at David, trying to recognise him. Dawson Hayes on the other hand he completely ignores.Michael Rissi: Well... If it isn't the EHWF Champion himself... David GS... David GS. I didn't recognise you at all. You look different but I can't put my finger on what's changed, GS.Joanna who still looks on with an unwell emotion on her face shakes her head and smirks as she cuts in. Joanna Isabella-Rissi: I told him to go wait outside. He said he came here to see you.Rissi walks up close to David and looks him up and down, adjusting his sunglasses while studying the former EHWF Champion and his almost non existent emotions and mannerisms.Michael Rissi: So, what can I do for you... Champ? Rissi smirks as he stands in front of David and the door, waiting to hear what David wanted to see him about.TBC: David Smith/Doorson Hayes
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2014 7:27:22 GMT -5
Dawson intervenes.
Dawson Hayes: I hope you're not coming here looking for a tag partner, David... coz I don't team with losers. Anyhow, I was here first.
Dawson glances at Rissi.
Dawson Hayes: So, mister Rissi... I was saying...
Before Dawson can continue, he is interrupted again.
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Post by EHWF Management on Aug 1, 2014 8:37:41 GMT -5
Rissi looks at Dawson who rudely interrupts. Rissi shakes his head and looks Dawson up and down seeing the simple minded brute grin back with a stupid smile, full well expecting to get something out of this conversation. Rissi looked down and twitched his nose, not sure who this sudden foul stench in the room was emitting from; DGS or Dawson. Rissi answered Dawson but still continued to look at David with the glance under his shades.
Michael Rissi: Well big guy... Who... Who are you?
Joanna lets out a small laugh and chimes in from the desk.
Joanna Isabella-Rissi: He's Dawson Hayes. He wants a partner for the King of Bereavement Tournament.
Michael Rissi: A partner? Well go and find one Dawson, fuck you want me to do?
Rissi tilts his head back to DGS. Joanna looks around at the side of the former world champion to see if his anger has grown from Rissi neglecting to pay attention to him at the moment.
Michael Rissi: Now... David GS. David, The EHWF Champion! What can I do for you Champ? What was it you wanted?
Rissi slightly tilts his sunglasses and raises his eyebrow. Waiting for David to open his mouth.
TBC: David/Doorson
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2014 19:50:01 GMT -5
The smile on David's face remained constant, not withering in the slightest as Michael Rissi entered and Dawson Hayes attempted to puff his chest out, only to be promptly shut down by the EHWF's new owner. He remained silent for a moment, Rissi's address to him hanging in the air unanswered. Then, after the air in the office had grown pregnant with unarticulated tension, he at last spoke in a low, impassive voice.
David: Me? ... well. I just stopped by to say hi, see how your neck's doing. Oh, and to congratulate you on a job well-done.
He did not elaborate, wondering whether Rissi would own up to it or continue to play coy like a junior-high student.
TBC: Rissi/Hayes
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Post by EHWF Management on Aug 1, 2014 22:11:27 GMT -5
A dangerously wide smile grew on Rissi's face as he stands in front of David with his arms wide open. In the back of his mind he knew Dawson was still there, staring at him yet Rissi wasn't sure if Dawson was still breathing so he paid him no more attention. He fixed his gaze purely on David with the most genuine look of gratitude anyone has ever seen growing on his face. Joanna looked down at her desk and tried to hide her smile as she knew Rissi was about to reply.
Michael Rissi: Thanks man, thank you I really mean that. It wasn't easy becoming EHWF Owner and... your boss but I welcome your congratulations. As for the neck, well it's not too bad, you know how it goes. It sucks you couldn't finish the job but that's been the story of your life hasn't it?
Rissi takes a step back and breaks out into uncontrollable laughter in front of DGS. After a moment of some good chuckles Rissi begins to calm himself down, putting his hand up to David's face while he gets ahold of himself. Joanna looks up and watches both men, looking intent, like a spectator on the school oval expecting something to break out amongst the two. Before DGS gets any time to respond, Rissi quickly starts speaking again.
Michael Rissi: Anyway... I think congratulations are in order for you more than they are for me champ. You went to Scars and Stripes, did everything you claimed you were going to do; won the match, retained the EHWF Championship and came out victorious at Scars and Stripes thus breaking your losing habit at the event... Yes David, you are in fact a man of your word - you say you're going to do something, you do it! Congrats Champ, you deserve it.
TBC: David/Hayes
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2014 0:57:55 GMT -5
David cocked his head to one side and arched an eyebrow, his own smile constant and unwavering.
David: I'm sorry... I thought this was the owner's office, not comedy camp. If you want some time to work on that beat-around-the-bush high school girl routine, I'll come back later and we can try this again. We'll talk about how what happened in January was an accident; how my intention was merely to get your attention, and how you ended up being a great deal more fragile than I remembered.
He furrowed his brow and stuck out his lower lip - a picturesque "poor baby" expression - and reached out with one hand, actually patting Rissi on the side of the face before re-assuming his amused grin.
David: We'll also talk about what I came here to congratulate you on - for the second time, relieving me of the EHWF Championship at Scars and Stripes. Sure, this time it was an act of petty, childish retribution, and sure, you had to throw five men and the Hell in a Cell structure at me to make it happen, but you did it, and despite the fact that the only keeping me from getting it back is Matthew Kazama, a man who I'm fairly confident I can beat, it's a feat that deserves recognition and praise. And finally...
David looked down at his feet for a moment - but only for a moment. When he lifted his head back up his smile had grown exponentially, now exposing his teeth, and his gaze shifted to Joanna for an uncomfortably long moment before locking back onto her husband.
David: And finally, we'll talk about the way things are. The way things are going to be. You said it, Michael, you're my boss - in name. But if you think you'll see any more success than DePaolo did - if you think you'll be able to put anything even resembling a leash on me... well.
He shrugged, masking supreme arrogance with a thin veneer of humility.
David: Simply put, you won't. You can't. We'll talk about how your power - such as it is - only encompasses this office. The backstage area. The locker room. Out there? Out in the ring? That's mine now. It was once yours... once. But after what happened in January? After what I did to you? There's nothing you can say to me that hasn't already been proven wrong. There's nothing you can do to me that I won't come right back from and undo. And - this part's my favorite - there's nothing you can take from me that I won't simply take right back.
David paused, giving all he had said ample time to sink in. Rissi's face didn't change, his smile enduring as David's own had, but something in his eyes was different, and there was a subtle yet very telling shift in the owner's posture.
David: But we'll talk about all that later. For now, I'll leave the faux-power couple alone.
He pushed off from the doorframe and turned to leave, only to come to a halt just before stepping out of sight.
David: Actually... there is one more thing. David GS? "Champ"?
He turned around and, lightning-quick, lashed out with one hand, grabbed Rissi by the front of his shirt, and hauled him in so close that their noses were almost touching. The smile vanished from his face like the sun going behind a cloud, and his eyes grew hard and dark.
David: Call me either of those again, and boss or not, I'll bust your face wide open.
He shoved Rissi backwards, hard enough that the owner stumbled backfirst into his wife's desk. Before he could so much as regain his balance, though, the former champion - the future champion, who above all else was not in the mood for the EHWF Owner's special brand of bullshit - had left the office and closed the door behind him.
TBC: Rissi/Hayes
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Post by EHWF Management on Aug 2, 2014 5:23:41 GMT -5
Rissi with a smirk on his face steadies himself. Joanna gets up and goes to follow a raging DGS out the door but Rissi puts his hand out and stops her. He shakes his head and lets out a laugh - getting just the reaction he wanted out of the otherwise, always cool calm and collected David Gideon Smith. Rissi sat Joanna back down. The dull negativity had now left the room and Rissi, getting just the reaction he wanted, grew back his wide smile while adjusting his sunglasses.
Michael Rissi: Leave him. It's just what we expected - he couldn't keep his cool. He has a lot on his mind and even more sand in his vagina...
Joanna rolls her eyes.
Michael Rissi: I'm going to handle this tomorrow night at a live event. David, being former champion has to show up to house shows now or he'll be canned and we all know how David would hate that, even though he'd like you to believe differently. Without EHWF, he'd die. I'll go to the house show tomorrow and pay our angry little man a visit.
Rissi stepped back, feeling like a mission had been accomplished. He sat on Joanna's desk, looking back to the exact spot where David had his outburst - likening it to that of a powerless child on the play ground trying to prove something with empty threats. Rissi and Joanna looked back up, completely spacing that Dawson was in the room still. Rissi waved his hands up and down and got his attention.
Michael Rissi: Get the fuck outta here!?
Joanna shook her head as Rissi barked at Dawson. Dawson marched to the door and left, softly closing it behind him while Rissi chuckled.
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