The Office of the Greatest

[EHWF Management]

We pan into the scene and see Michael Rissi at his desk in his lavish and over the top office. He shuffles aimlessly through some papers before his boredom is interrupted by a bump at the door. Rissi hear it and shouts without turning around to see who it is.


Michael Rissi: Come in!




TBC: Anyone

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The bump at the door was immediately followed by it opening as Michael Rissi shouted "Come in!".

Do you honestly think I was going to wait for your permission to come in?

Eli Sykes stood on the inside of the threshold staring at the back of Michael Rissi's head.

It's been a good minute since you and I have seen each other face to face, "boss".

Eli Sykes places both of his palms firmly against the wooden desk, leaning in towards Rissi.

Unfortunately, I don't have for catching up. I came here because I want to know who in the Hell you think you are meddling in my business. We all know that I was only seconds away from defeating Blaise and winning that World Heavyweight Championship, and we all know that you were in that referee's ear when he decided to call off the match. Now, I demand a God damn explanation, and I'm not leaving this office until I get one.

Eli Sykes pulls the leather chair from under the desk and sits in it, resting both elbows against the wood. Sykes stares, waiting for a response.

TBC Rissi/Anyone

[EHWF Management]

Rissi leans back in his chair and puts his boots up near where Eli rests his hands on the desk. Rissi lights up a cigar and puffs away, letting the thick, long, moist smoke billow around them.


Michael Rissi: Eli Sykes... I'm glad we havent met face to face in a long time because we're meeting face to face right now and I think I'm getting fucking LICE FROM YOUR DISGUSTING BEARD! Like damn man, that shit is greasy as fuck! Look at that shit, that shit should be in a mother fucking medical journal. I can see flakes of fucking greasy and who else knows what on that fucking beard right now... Like seriously, do you even wash it? Do you even comb it? It's all tangled and shit. Dude, there are white and yellow flakes of god knows what in that intertwined pubic like hair on your face. Real talk homie, how you gwan complain about fighting a no contest when you can barely fight that beard? Damn Eli, I think I can even fucking smell it and I'm smoking a Cuban Cigar. The smell of your beard is legit overpowering the smell of this fine cigar right now... Aren't you even like a little worried about hygiene and whatnot? For it to smell like that and look like that and be as moist and greasy as it is right now can't be healthy... I-Is it dripping right now? Please tell me that's sweat and not something else... Dude you gotta at least - AT LEAST give it a little trim. I've met some ugly disgusting motherfuckers in my time like Drake Coleman, DGS, shit even RNRG but that beard is really fighting for top spot... Is it like a style thing or a cult thing or just a laziness thing? I don't understand. Do other people comment about it? Is it sticky? It looks sticky... If I touched it would it be sticky? Why are the ends so thin and why are some parts lighter than others? It MUST be itchy as fuck nahmsayin b? EHWF can pay for treatment or even a little trim if you want?


Rissi pulls out a deodorant can and sprays it in their direct atmosphere.


Michael Rissi: Anyway, to answer your question Eli, if that is your real name... The match ended because you two almost killed yourselves and regardless of what you think, you could no longer compete. I didn't make the call, the ref made the right call because one or both of you would have wound up critically injured and there's no way I'm having the most popular and the most heated competitors who draw the most - injured and out of action for months. I guess there's your explanation boy.


Michael Rissi leans back in his chair once more and takes a puff from his cigar then holds his arms out as he awaits a reply or for something else to happen.




TBC: Eli/Anyone