Post by Brianna Rissi on Jun 16, 2019 2:46:52 GMT
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She was surrounded. Not by one, not by two, but by three of Ryan Morgans gangbanging fiends. Sweat was dripping down her brow, and she backed herself up into the corner of the ring, clearly outnumbered. Looking around for a lose end, she swung at one dark figure, but as her attention was focused on the closes threat, she felt deep blow to her back, that sent her down to her knees. Another hit from behind, and she found herself face planting into the mat. She braced herself with her arm so her face wouldn't take the blunt of the impact. Soon, she felt the stomping of several boots digging into her backside, her head, her neck. Raising her arms to cover the back of her head to try and prevent to much damage, dizziness swarm around her.
Where was Michael? she thinks to herself.
She hears someone yell out to get a chair. Not wanting them to gain the upper hand more, she rolls over and blocks a blow to her face. She grabs the foot and twists it and flips back on to her stomach, taking the person with her. She then rolls on to her back and ninja jumps to her feet, and spins quickly to face her next attacker. The person sizes her up, smirking, trying to bait her into making the first move. He smirks at her, a knowning glint that the numbers are on his side. Tired of playing the waiting game, she takes a running leap and attempts to kick him, only to find him easily dodging out of her way. Frustrated, she grunts loudly, and goes for another strike. Someone outside of the ring grabs her foot as she lands and pulls, sending her flying to the mat once again. Feeling the vibration of someone entering the ring, she attempts to get back up but her previous attacker kicks her in the back sending her back down when she was on all fours.
"Give me the chair!" someone familiar shouts.
Brianna turns her head, and sees Ryan Morgan making his way down the ramp. One man hands him the chair, before picking up Brianna up by the hair. She struggles to get free, but he pins her arms behind her back, and pulls her hair back, forcing her to watch as Ryan Morgan advances.
"So, you want ta make a mockery out of me, do yea?! You want to run amuck around in my ring?" he says in his strong accent.
Where was Joanna? Brianna wonders to herself, confused as to why neither Rissi came to her aid.
"You think you actually have what it takes to defeat someone like me, do yea, now?" he asks, holding a microphone in one hand, and the chair in the other.
He lowers his face to her level, and glares into her eyes.
"So, here we are, with the great World Champion, and she can't even fend off a couple of piss ants," he mocks. "Some champion you have here, Divine," he says, smirking.
Suddenly, "Cloud City," by Sweater Beats blasts over the P.A. system and the fans all scream out as Joanna makes her way to top of the ramp. Still dressed in her ring attire from earlier, she holds a mic in her hand, looking down at the situation in the ring. She stands there, assessing everyone involved before rising the microphone up to her lips and speaking.
"Well, well, well, Brianna, look at the mess you've gotten yourself into yet again. Just a few weeks ago, you needed your cousin Michaels help. Last week, you needed my help. When are you going to learn that sometimes the only person a person can count on, is themself?" Joanna asks.
The crowd stands, stunned into silence.
"You're suppose to be the World Champion, Brianna, but you can't seem to be beat anyone without some kind of backup! You're suppose to be the best of the best, the toughest of the strong, but all I see is a poser. Someone out to make a statement, but can barely make peep. I'm ashamed of you, and if your cousin, Michael, were here right now he would tell you exactly what a huge disappointment you turned out to be," Joanna states. "In fact, I think he is here!"
Suddenly, Headlines by Drake blares through the arena, and the fans stand up in anticipation. He walks out in a pair of black sweats, sneakers and topless. His pecs rip as he walks over to his wife, and takes over the microphone.
"Brianna Rissi. Your last name alone should send shockwaves of fear through anyone that hears it. Your reputation for being a Rissi should proceed you and your past accomplishments should be enough to cement the legacy that you wish to leave when your done in a business where men dominate, as a woman. But I don't see a legacy standing there in the ring. I don't see a champion, or a competitor, or hell, I don't see a Rissi for that matter," Michael says, a look of disgust on his face.
Brianna looks up the ramp at her cousin and his wife, and her heart breaks with every word spoken to her.
"Joanna is right. You're a disgrace to the Divine company. You're a disgrace of a champion. And you're a disgrace to the Rissi Family," Michael says, and takes a step away from Joanna. "Week after week, you've proven that out of the three of us, you're the weakest link. How you managed to beat me a few months ago for the champion was based on pure luck. Luck that the time ran out as it did for you to maintain the title of Champion. Luck that you had me as an ally and not an enemy in that match, for we both know what would have happened if it was indeed every man for themself. And luck that I haven't thrown my name out there as a contender for that belt you wear around your waist."
Confusion hits Briannas eyes, as she watches the two people she trusted most, bring her fears to reality.
"Brianna, from now on, you're on your own. You want to be the champion? Then you have to BE the champion! No more saving your arse. No more coming to your rescue. No more... alliance," Michael informs her. "Morgan, do us and the Divine world a favor and take care of the trash," Michael says, throwing down the mic, and walking backstage.
Ryan looks up at the retreating Rissi Family with pure distaste, but as he watches the married couple walk off the stage, he starts to smirk, and looks down at Brianna once again.
What in the world just happened? Brianna panics to herself. Michael! Joanna! Come back!
She watches as Ryan winks at her and talks back into his own microphone.
"Well, you heard them ladies and gentlemen! Time to dispose of the garbage!" he shouts.
He then hoists the metal chair and thrusts it down at Briannas head.
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Sweat lines Briannas brow, as she lets out a loud groan. Her eyes pinch tightly shut, and she tosses under the covers that have wrapped around her, pinning her tightly as she tries to fight out of them. The light turns on, waking her instantly. Her eyes fly open, her green emerald eyes scanning the room for the source of her nightmare. Michael Rissi stands in the door frame of the bedroom, looking at his cousin in worry. He strides over to her and sits on the edge of bed in a few short steps. Brianna cowers back, leaning against the headboard of the queen sized bed she was currently residing on. Michael, seeing her flinch at his presense, leans away from her, throwing his hand up.
"What's going on?" Michael asks Brianna in a tone of concern.
Brianna blinks a few times, trying to make sense of everything. After a moment, she lets out a sigh, and slouches.
"A dream. Just a terrible dream," she whispers.
"What kind of a dream?" Michael asks.
Brianna looks at him, and shakes her head.
"It was nothing," she tells him. "Just a dream."
"Bree," Michael says with finality.
"It was stupid. I don't even know how I dreamt up something so ridiculous," she tells him shaking her head slightly.
"Tell me about it," he says, comfortingly.
Letting out a sigh of resignation, she reitterates her dream.
"You know how I've always felt like the weakest out of the three of us, Michael. You know my doubts about contributing to this family, and how I feel about being the world champion. Undeserving. Especially when you've had to have my back week after week since I've joined here. And a few weeks ago, when Joanna had to come running to the rescue once again because I couldn't handle a job on my own," Brianna states.
"Bree, you were out fucking numbered that night. Do you really think that Joanna or I would sit back and watch as Morgans team overpowers you?" Michael asks. "You did the same to us in your debut here incase you've forgotten."
"That was a one time thing, Michael. How many times since then have I been in trouble and needed backup? More than once. I hate feeling like I can't handle shit on my own. I'm sick of being pushed around, and I'm so sick of Ryan Morgan. He's been a thorn in my side since he's debuted here, and look at whats happened since he's returned to the ring. I'm entered into wackier matches each week. This time, I'm teaming with Joanna to take on some idiot named Claude Vigor and Rory Hazlow. And the stupid stipulation of the match is based on whaat tag team performs better gets to hold the World Championship. What kind of stupid gimmick is this and what idiot came up with this idea?" Brianna asks, frustration setting in.
"Probably Mr. Katz, as he runs Divine," Michael says, cocking an eyebrow.
"I know I now. I just think its a pointless use of a tag team. The only good thing about this match is that I get to tag team with Joanna. We haven't had much of a chance in the past, so I'm looking forward to that at least," Brianna says.
"Yea, Joanna is too. It's been a while since she tag teamed in a battle of the sexes style match. It should make for a great match," Michael tells her.
"You know what would make the match even better?" Brianna asks.
"If it was a triple tag team?" Michael guesses.
"No, if you win the online pole and become the special ring enforcer. Then I wouldn't have to worry about any other interuptions coming from the likes of Justice. I've had enough of Morgan and his minions. I'd just for once would like to have a clean fair fun match, without having to worry about who will be popping out from the crowd or under the ring, or down the ramp. It's becoming a little repetitive, and frankly, tiresome," Bree complains.
"Well, it's not up to me, but you should probably be prepared as best as you can if Ryan wins the pole," Rissi suggests.
"If Ryan Morgan wins this thing then the pole was rigged. You can't tell me that the world outside of Divine is voting for a troll like him over someone who had been the face of the company since it's grand opening. He's not well liked inside of the ring, nevermind outside of the ring," she says, her nose crinkling with distaste.
"Well, we shall just have to wait and see," Michael says.
He stands up and looks down at Bree.
"You going to be alright now? It' a little after 3 am and I need to get some more sleep before we start are next session of training before bloodshed.
"Yea, Ill be fine," she reassures him. "It was just a dream."
"Dreams are based off of current thoughts. We can talk more about it when you're up and ready later," he tells her.
"Sure," she says, knowing she wont.
"Go back to sleep. Or at least tire too," Rissi says before shutting off the light, and closing the door.
Brianna lays back down and looks up at the ceiling. This was going to be a long week..... There was a lot to prepare for. For the past few weeks, shes been on her own, needing backup. This week, she teams with one of her most trusted allies.
((Sorry for such crappy quality and sandbagging. Going through a lot of personal issues OOC))
She was surrounded. Not by one, not by two, but by three of Ryan Morgans gangbanging fiends. Sweat was dripping down her brow, and she backed herself up into the corner of the ring, clearly outnumbered. Looking around for a lose end, she swung at one dark figure, but as her attention was focused on the closes threat, she felt deep blow to her back, that sent her down to her knees. Another hit from behind, and she found herself face planting into the mat. She braced herself with her arm so her face wouldn't take the blunt of the impact. Soon, she felt the stomping of several boots digging into her backside, her head, her neck. Raising her arms to cover the back of her head to try and prevent to much damage, dizziness swarm around her.
Where was Michael? she thinks to herself.
She hears someone yell out to get a chair. Not wanting them to gain the upper hand more, she rolls over and blocks a blow to her face. She grabs the foot and twists it and flips back on to her stomach, taking the person with her. She then rolls on to her back and ninja jumps to her feet, and spins quickly to face her next attacker. The person sizes her up, smirking, trying to bait her into making the first move. He smirks at her, a knowning glint that the numbers are on his side. Tired of playing the waiting game, she takes a running leap and attempts to kick him, only to find him easily dodging out of her way. Frustrated, she grunts loudly, and goes for another strike. Someone outside of the ring grabs her foot as she lands and pulls, sending her flying to the mat once again. Feeling the vibration of someone entering the ring, she attempts to get back up but her previous attacker kicks her in the back sending her back down when she was on all fours.
"Give me the chair!" someone familiar shouts.
Brianna turns her head, and sees Ryan Morgan making his way down the ramp. One man hands him the chair, before picking up Brianna up by the hair. She struggles to get free, but he pins her arms behind her back, and pulls her hair back, forcing her to watch as Ryan Morgan advances.
"So, you want ta make a mockery out of me, do yea?! You want to run amuck around in my ring?" he says in his strong accent.
Where was Joanna? Brianna wonders to herself, confused as to why neither Rissi came to her aid.
"You think you actually have what it takes to defeat someone like me, do yea, now?" he asks, holding a microphone in one hand, and the chair in the other.
He lowers his face to her level, and glares into her eyes.
"So, here we are, with the great World Champion, and she can't even fend off a couple of piss ants," he mocks. "Some champion you have here, Divine," he says, smirking.
Suddenly, "Cloud City," by Sweater Beats blasts over the P.A. system and the fans all scream out as Joanna makes her way to top of the ramp. Still dressed in her ring attire from earlier, she holds a mic in her hand, looking down at the situation in the ring. She stands there, assessing everyone involved before rising the microphone up to her lips and speaking.
"Well, well, well, Brianna, look at the mess you've gotten yourself into yet again. Just a few weeks ago, you needed your cousin Michaels help. Last week, you needed my help. When are you going to learn that sometimes the only person a person can count on, is themself?" Joanna asks.
The crowd stands, stunned into silence.
"You're suppose to be the World Champion, Brianna, but you can't seem to be beat anyone without some kind of backup! You're suppose to be the best of the best, the toughest of the strong, but all I see is a poser. Someone out to make a statement, but can barely make peep. I'm ashamed of you, and if your cousin, Michael, were here right now he would tell you exactly what a huge disappointment you turned out to be," Joanna states. "In fact, I think he is here!"
Suddenly, Headlines by Drake blares through the arena, and the fans stand up in anticipation. He walks out in a pair of black sweats, sneakers and topless. His pecs rip as he walks over to his wife, and takes over the microphone.
"Brianna Rissi. Your last name alone should send shockwaves of fear through anyone that hears it. Your reputation for being a Rissi should proceed you and your past accomplishments should be enough to cement the legacy that you wish to leave when your done in a business where men dominate, as a woman. But I don't see a legacy standing there in the ring. I don't see a champion, or a competitor, or hell, I don't see a Rissi for that matter," Michael says, a look of disgust on his face.
Brianna looks up the ramp at her cousin and his wife, and her heart breaks with every word spoken to her.
"Joanna is right. You're a disgrace to the Divine company. You're a disgrace of a champion. And you're a disgrace to the Rissi Family," Michael says, and takes a step away from Joanna. "Week after week, you've proven that out of the three of us, you're the weakest link. How you managed to beat me a few months ago for the champion was based on pure luck. Luck that the time ran out as it did for you to maintain the title of Champion. Luck that you had me as an ally and not an enemy in that match, for we both know what would have happened if it was indeed every man for themself. And luck that I haven't thrown my name out there as a contender for that belt you wear around your waist."
Confusion hits Briannas eyes, as she watches the two people she trusted most, bring her fears to reality.
"Brianna, from now on, you're on your own. You want to be the champion? Then you have to BE the champion! No more saving your arse. No more coming to your rescue. No more... alliance," Michael informs her. "Morgan, do us and the Divine world a favor and take care of the trash," Michael says, throwing down the mic, and walking backstage.
Ryan looks up at the retreating Rissi Family with pure distaste, but as he watches the married couple walk off the stage, he starts to smirk, and looks down at Brianna once again.
What in the world just happened? Brianna panics to herself. Michael! Joanna! Come back!
She watches as Ryan winks at her and talks back into his own microphone.
"Well, you heard them ladies and gentlemen! Time to dispose of the garbage!" he shouts.
He then hoists the metal chair and thrusts it down at Briannas head.
....................................................
Sweat lines Briannas brow, as she lets out a loud groan. Her eyes pinch tightly shut, and she tosses under the covers that have wrapped around her, pinning her tightly as she tries to fight out of them. The light turns on, waking her instantly. Her eyes fly open, her green emerald eyes scanning the room for the source of her nightmare. Michael Rissi stands in the door frame of the bedroom, looking at his cousin in worry. He strides over to her and sits on the edge of bed in a few short steps. Brianna cowers back, leaning against the headboard of the queen sized bed she was currently residing on. Michael, seeing her flinch at his presense, leans away from her, throwing his hand up.
"What's going on?" Michael asks Brianna in a tone of concern.
Brianna blinks a few times, trying to make sense of everything. After a moment, she lets out a sigh, and slouches.
"A dream. Just a terrible dream," she whispers.
"What kind of a dream?" Michael asks.
Brianna looks at him, and shakes her head.
"It was nothing," she tells him. "Just a dream."
"Bree," Michael says with finality.
"It was stupid. I don't even know how I dreamt up something so ridiculous," she tells him shaking her head slightly.
"Tell me about it," he says, comfortingly.
Letting out a sigh of resignation, she reitterates her dream.
"You know how I've always felt like the weakest out of the three of us, Michael. You know my doubts about contributing to this family, and how I feel about being the world champion. Undeserving. Especially when you've had to have my back week after week since I've joined here. And a few weeks ago, when Joanna had to come running to the rescue once again because I couldn't handle a job on my own," Brianna states.
"Bree, you were out fucking numbered that night. Do you really think that Joanna or I would sit back and watch as Morgans team overpowers you?" Michael asks. "You did the same to us in your debut here incase you've forgotten."
"That was a one time thing, Michael. How many times since then have I been in trouble and needed backup? More than once. I hate feeling like I can't handle shit on my own. I'm sick of being pushed around, and I'm so sick of Ryan Morgan. He's been a thorn in my side since he's debuted here, and look at whats happened since he's returned to the ring. I'm entered into wackier matches each week. This time, I'm teaming with Joanna to take on some idiot named Claude Vigor and Rory Hazlow. And the stupid stipulation of the match is based on whaat tag team performs better gets to hold the World Championship. What kind of stupid gimmick is this and what idiot came up with this idea?" Brianna asks, frustration setting in.
"Probably Mr. Katz, as he runs Divine," Michael says, cocking an eyebrow.
"I know I now. I just think its a pointless use of a tag team. The only good thing about this match is that I get to tag team with Joanna. We haven't had much of a chance in the past, so I'm looking forward to that at least," Brianna says.
"Yea, Joanna is too. It's been a while since she tag teamed in a battle of the sexes style match. It should make for a great match," Michael tells her.
"You know what would make the match even better?" Brianna asks.
"If it was a triple tag team?" Michael guesses.
"No, if you win the online pole and become the special ring enforcer. Then I wouldn't have to worry about any other interuptions coming from the likes of Justice. I've had enough of Morgan and his minions. I'd just for once would like to have a clean fair fun match, without having to worry about who will be popping out from the crowd or under the ring, or down the ramp. It's becoming a little repetitive, and frankly, tiresome," Bree complains.
"Well, it's not up to me, but you should probably be prepared as best as you can if Ryan wins the pole," Rissi suggests.
"If Ryan Morgan wins this thing then the pole was rigged. You can't tell me that the world outside of Divine is voting for a troll like him over someone who had been the face of the company since it's grand opening. He's not well liked inside of the ring, nevermind outside of the ring," she says, her nose crinkling with distaste.
"Well, we shall just have to wait and see," Michael says.
He stands up and looks down at Bree.
"You going to be alright now? It' a little after 3 am and I need to get some more sleep before we start are next session of training before bloodshed.
"Yea, Ill be fine," she reassures him. "It was just a dream."
"Dreams are based off of current thoughts. We can talk more about it when you're up and ready later," he tells her.
"Sure," she says, knowing she wont.
"Go back to sleep. Or at least tire too," Rissi says before shutting off the light, and closing the door.
Brianna lays back down and looks up at the ceiling. This was going to be a long week..... There was a lot to prepare for. For the past few weeks, shes been on her own, needing backup. This week, she teams with one of her most trusted allies.
((Sorry for such crappy quality and sandbagging. Going through a lot of personal issues OOC))
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