Post by Brianna Rissi on Jun 17, 2019 1:44:35 GMT
Boston was proving to live up to its reputation to being one of the worst cities to drive in. Brianna sat behind the wheel of her newly aquired rental car, and was trying to fight the traffic leading out of the airport. It was 4PM. Rushhour for the locals that inhabitied and worked in this city. It looked nice from above, a city made of different little unsocializeable islands that made up the harbor, and the buildings were a little bland, nothing monumental about their structures, but it looked interesting enough to want to try to explore some of it. The airport she landed in at 2:30 PM was simple, Logan National Airport. Easy access to leave to find a shuttle that brought her to the car rental place. Now, she was fighting a million other vehicles on the road to attempt to get to her hotel room so she’d have time to prep for her match at the Pay Per View she would be headlling in a few nights time.
BEEPPPP
Horns were blaring behind her, as she inched her way in the slow flowing traffic. It was kind of nerve racking. She was use to driving on the left side of the road, with the steering wheel on the right side of the car. Here, everything was backwards. Driving on the right side of the road, on the left side of the car confused her for a few as she tested out the vehicle after departing the rental shop. She stayed in the United States before, obviously, and was use to driving enough that she was comfortable enough to regain the hanging of it, but it was the traffic that was throwing her off. Leaning her left arm on the door, the window open, she rests her head on her hand, leaning on it. There was nothing she could do but wait for the cars in front of her to progress and hoped that the line of cars would eventually break off and be free of the idiots honking behind her.
Beeeep!
Rolling her eyes, she lifts her purple tinted shades from the bridge of her nose and perches it on top of her head. The sun was still high, and wouldn’t be setting for a few more hours, and she had hoped she would have time to walk around the city and visit some of its more infamous structures. Fenway park was on her list, knowing it was one of the only original baseball stadiums that hasn’t been relocated. Parts of it was rebuilt but some of the orignal fenway still made up the stadium. She hoped to make it to a Bruins playoff game, but came a little too late. If they had won the final game, she would have event tried to attend their well known Duck Boat Parades. The city had plenty of them. When searching the web on attractions, an aquarium popped up, but it didn’t look like anything special. Still, she loved the ocean and marine life, and planned a quick visit on one of the nicer days coming up.
“7 Rings” by Ariana Grande” starts playing over the bluetooth system in the car.
{MICHAEL RISSI}
“Yello,” she says.
“Hey, have you landed?” he asks.
“Yea, safe and sound. Heading to the Marriott now. Are you at the room now?” she asks.
“Joanna and I are just heading out to run. Figured we would let you settle in then meet later if you wanted to do dinner somewhere. I’ve asked the hostess at the hotel for suggestions. Apparently there is a train we can take to different neighborhoods to try different things. Joannas interested in the local seafood, so we were thinking Legal Seafood near the harbor,” he tells her.
“Okay, well, we can discuss it when you get back from your run, although it will be another hour at least before I make it to the damn hotel in this crap,” she says with frustration.
“Why didn’t you just take a taxi?” he wonders.
“Because I like the idea of driving myself places and going where I want when I want at the distance I want,” she says.
“But everythings right in Boston, they have a commuter train and shit to get around in,” Michael says, and she can imagine him shaking his head.
“Sorry I didn’t do my research as thoroughly as you,” she states, actually rolling her eyes. “Where are you guys running?”
“Some pace called the Boston Commons. A large park or something,” he tells her. “We will be back in a few hours. Call us when you’re unpacked and settled.”
“Will do,” she says and they hang up.
BEEEEEP
“God damit!” she shouts. “Is this what the rest of my week is going to look like?! Slow and frustrating?!”
She certainly hoped not.
………………………..
Two Days Later
Friday before the PPV
The sun we setting, painting the ocean before her in a variety of colors. Pink, red, orange, purple, a deep blue. It was stunning. Although the sun was setting behind her over the land, the oceans reflection of the sky was breathtaking.
Brianna stood on Central Wharf behind the New England Aquarium, wearing a yellow sundress and white flip flops. Her brunette hair fluttered gently in the breeze that flowed around her, hanging loosely behind her instead of her signature messy bun she put the strands up in on down time. White rimmed sunglasses frame her face with two large circles for lenses. People walked around her, some couples holding hands, other families with young children, ending their day watching the sunset after a day at the aquarium. It was small and disappointing compared to ones she’s visited in southern states while on tour.
Exhaustion was setting on her for the night. Michael and Joanna woke her early in the morning and had her training hard in order for her to be prepared to face Claude and Rory this week at Bloodshed this week. They were willing to put in the hours with her, so she didn’t complain about the ungodly hour they phoned her room and told her to meet at a private gym not to far from the hotel. Grudgingly, she changed from her comfortable pajamas to a pair of black capri styled legging work out pants and a hot pink work out top that cut above her navel. For hours they went over scenerios in a tag team meant for a grand stage such as this PPV event. It was for the World Championship, so the stakes where higher than if it was just an ordinary tag team match. The only one with something to lose was Brianna. Sure, the others could lose respect, dignity, or fan support, but the belt was what everyone had their eye on.
Claude was already licking his lips at the opportunity to be the person to dethrone the current World Champion, and was probably planning to do anything and everything to propel his team into the victory circle. The circumstance of this match only idendified Brianna as the sole winner if the team of she and Joanna won. But the second part, in which if Rory and Claude won, was a little merky. All it stated was that if that duo won, the title would go to Justice. The question was, which one would become the new champion? At this moment, it didn’t matter. Because all that mattered was that Joanna and Brianna continue to dominate and win this match for the titles sake. Brianna would gladly give Joanna the title if thats what winning this match meant, and Bree knew that Joanna would do anything to keep the title in the Rissi family. She wasn’t cold and caluclating looking to reward herself in some way. She was a team player, and if her showing up is what needed to be done, Brianna had no doubt that the Joanna she knew, the one who was a worthy competitor, one people feared, not because of her asscoiated last name, but because of the skills shes demonstarted week after week on Divine.
Excitement filled Brianna, as well as gratitude when she learned that at least she would have a partner in the ring that was trustworthy and respectable. It bothered Brianna none at all that it wasn’t Michael who would be on her team. He had his own justice to seek when he would be competing against Ace Pena. Last event Justice almost got the best of Rissi Family, but proved that they couldn’t take on the Rissis even when down by the leader of the band. Joanna came out and proved to have Briannas back, and the two divas managed to give it to Ace and Justice and show them that they weren’t people to fuck with. Now, he would have a chance to face the third member of Rissi Family, Michael, and Brianna was secretly looking forward to Michael just dominating in that match. To watch Ace get exactly what was coming ot him would give her satisfaction almost as grand as retaining her World title against Claude and Rory Hazlow.
“Excuse me,” a voice calls out to Brianna. “Would you mind taking our picture?”
A couple broke her train of thought, and Brianna turned to face them. Images of Aces bloody body laying on the ground after dealing with Michael disappearing from her vision. She smiles at the young couple and extends her hand to take the camera. She backs up and snaps a long and wide shot. The female companion takes the camera back, but her male counterpart does a double take as Brianna takes her sunglasses and puts them in her purse now that the sun was disappearing.
“Woah!” he claims.
Brianna looks at him, alarmed.
“Brianna D’Rocco?” the man asks.
The girl beside him looks at her, and her eyes widen in surprise. Brianna just smiles and waves, reaching into her purse for her phone.
“Actually it’s Rissi now,” she says. “Long story short, I took my cousins sirname in a place that has been buried for a year now. So when it went under, I picked up Rissi as we were going to be associated and I got tired of explaining the relationship between D’Rocco and Rissi,” she explains.
“Right, I forgot. Sorry. What are you doing out here, alone?” he asks, looking around for Michael.
“Oh, well, Michael and Joanna arent really into seeing too many sights. They like to spend most of their time strategizing and training it would seem. His image proof of that,” she says laughing.
“Yea, I guess you have to be in the gym pretty much nonstop to accomplish his physicality,” the guy says, almost sounding in awe.
“Yea” is all Brianna can reply.
“So, what areyou doing here, in Boston?” the girl asks.
“There is an event this weekend. Small PPV at Matthews Arena at Northeastern University,” she explains.
“Ahh, sweet. Sold out probably. Its not as big as the Garden where most of the pro sports play or host events,” the guy explains.
“Well, I don’t want to see rude, but I probably should be getting back to my hotel,” she tells them as politely as she can. “Big match coming up.”
“What kind of a match?” the man asks.
“A tag team. For the World Championship,” she explains
“Huh?” the female asks.
“Yea, I was confused at first, but I get the stipulation. If my team wins, I retain my title. We lose, the other two fight it out or something,” Brianna says.
“Wait, you’re the World Champ? What company?”
“Divine,” she tells them. “It’s kind of still new. Only about a year or a litle older.”
“I’ve heard of it. Great former talents of EHWF scavenged there when that fed closed down. You’re cousin it it?” the woman ask.
“Yea, he’s the reason I joined to begin with,” Bree states.
“Who are you facing?” The man asks.
“Claude something and Rory Hazlow,” Bree says.
“So, a couple of nobodys huh? Never heard of them,” the guy says, slightly smiling.
“I guess so. But I’ve learned never to underestimate any opponent. Well known or unknown. Out there, there will always be someone better than me. With that being th case, any new person could own the place and take the title from me,” she says.
Brianna wasn’t stupid enough to underestimate anyone, incluing Claude and Rory.
“Well, good luck then,” they tell her. “We’ll have to check it out. I hope you win.”
“Thanks,” she says, and the couple leave.
She then looks out into the ocean, and leans on the railing, daydreaming of kicking Justices ass once again, only this time in a fair opportunity match.
BEEPPPP
Horns were blaring behind her, as she inched her way in the slow flowing traffic. It was kind of nerve racking. She was use to driving on the left side of the road, with the steering wheel on the right side of the car. Here, everything was backwards. Driving on the right side of the road, on the left side of the car confused her for a few as she tested out the vehicle after departing the rental shop. She stayed in the United States before, obviously, and was use to driving enough that she was comfortable enough to regain the hanging of it, but it was the traffic that was throwing her off. Leaning her left arm on the door, the window open, she rests her head on her hand, leaning on it. There was nothing she could do but wait for the cars in front of her to progress and hoped that the line of cars would eventually break off and be free of the idiots honking behind her.
Beeeep!
Rolling her eyes, she lifts her purple tinted shades from the bridge of her nose and perches it on top of her head. The sun was still high, and wouldn’t be setting for a few more hours, and she had hoped she would have time to walk around the city and visit some of its more infamous structures. Fenway park was on her list, knowing it was one of the only original baseball stadiums that hasn’t been relocated. Parts of it was rebuilt but some of the orignal fenway still made up the stadium. She hoped to make it to a Bruins playoff game, but came a little too late. If they had won the final game, she would have event tried to attend their well known Duck Boat Parades. The city had plenty of them. When searching the web on attractions, an aquarium popped up, but it didn’t look like anything special. Still, she loved the ocean and marine life, and planned a quick visit on one of the nicer days coming up.
“7 Rings” by Ariana Grande” starts playing over the bluetooth system in the car.
{MICHAEL RISSI}
“Yello,” she says.
“Hey, have you landed?” he asks.
“Yea, safe and sound. Heading to the Marriott now. Are you at the room now?” she asks.
“Joanna and I are just heading out to run. Figured we would let you settle in then meet later if you wanted to do dinner somewhere. I’ve asked the hostess at the hotel for suggestions. Apparently there is a train we can take to different neighborhoods to try different things. Joannas interested in the local seafood, so we were thinking Legal Seafood near the harbor,” he tells her.
“Okay, well, we can discuss it when you get back from your run, although it will be another hour at least before I make it to the damn hotel in this crap,” she says with frustration.
“Why didn’t you just take a taxi?” he wonders.
“Because I like the idea of driving myself places and going where I want when I want at the distance I want,” she says.
“But everythings right in Boston, they have a commuter train and shit to get around in,” Michael says, and she can imagine him shaking his head.
“Sorry I didn’t do my research as thoroughly as you,” she states, actually rolling her eyes. “Where are you guys running?”
“Some pace called the Boston Commons. A large park or something,” he tells her. “We will be back in a few hours. Call us when you’re unpacked and settled.”
“Will do,” she says and they hang up.
BEEEEEP
“God damit!” she shouts. “Is this what the rest of my week is going to look like?! Slow and frustrating?!”
She certainly hoped not.
………………………..
Two Days Later
Friday before the PPV
The sun we setting, painting the ocean before her in a variety of colors. Pink, red, orange, purple, a deep blue. It was stunning. Although the sun was setting behind her over the land, the oceans reflection of the sky was breathtaking.
Brianna stood on Central Wharf behind the New England Aquarium, wearing a yellow sundress and white flip flops. Her brunette hair fluttered gently in the breeze that flowed around her, hanging loosely behind her instead of her signature messy bun she put the strands up in on down time. White rimmed sunglasses frame her face with two large circles for lenses. People walked around her, some couples holding hands, other families with young children, ending their day watching the sunset after a day at the aquarium. It was small and disappointing compared to ones she’s visited in southern states while on tour.
Exhaustion was setting on her for the night. Michael and Joanna woke her early in the morning and had her training hard in order for her to be prepared to face Claude and Rory this week at Bloodshed this week. They were willing to put in the hours with her, so she didn’t complain about the ungodly hour they phoned her room and told her to meet at a private gym not to far from the hotel. Grudgingly, she changed from her comfortable pajamas to a pair of black capri styled legging work out pants and a hot pink work out top that cut above her navel. For hours they went over scenerios in a tag team meant for a grand stage such as this PPV event. It was for the World Championship, so the stakes where higher than if it was just an ordinary tag team match. The only one with something to lose was Brianna. Sure, the others could lose respect, dignity, or fan support, but the belt was what everyone had their eye on.
Claude was already licking his lips at the opportunity to be the person to dethrone the current World Champion, and was probably planning to do anything and everything to propel his team into the victory circle. The circumstance of this match only idendified Brianna as the sole winner if the team of she and Joanna won. But the second part, in which if Rory and Claude won, was a little merky. All it stated was that if that duo won, the title would go to Justice. The question was, which one would become the new champion? At this moment, it didn’t matter. Because all that mattered was that Joanna and Brianna continue to dominate and win this match for the titles sake. Brianna would gladly give Joanna the title if thats what winning this match meant, and Bree knew that Joanna would do anything to keep the title in the Rissi family. She wasn’t cold and caluclating looking to reward herself in some way. She was a team player, and if her showing up is what needed to be done, Brianna had no doubt that the Joanna she knew, the one who was a worthy competitor, one people feared, not because of her asscoiated last name, but because of the skills shes demonstarted week after week on Divine.
Excitement filled Brianna, as well as gratitude when she learned that at least she would have a partner in the ring that was trustworthy and respectable. It bothered Brianna none at all that it wasn’t Michael who would be on her team. He had his own justice to seek when he would be competing against Ace Pena. Last event Justice almost got the best of Rissi Family, but proved that they couldn’t take on the Rissis even when down by the leader of the band. Joanna came out and proved to have Briannas back, and the two divas managed to give it to Ace and Justice and show them that they weren’t people to fuck with. Now, he would have a chance to face the third member of Rissi Family, Michael, and Brianna was secretly looking forward to Michael just dominating in that match. To watch Ace get exactly what was coming ot him would give her satisfaction almost as grand as retaining her World title against Claude and Rory Hazlow.
“Excuse me,” a voice calls out to Brianna. “Would you mind taking our picture?”
A couple broke her train of thought, and Brianna turned to face them. Images of Aces bloody body laying on the ground after dealing with Michael disappearing from her vision. She smiles at the young couple and extends her hand to take the camera. She backs up and snaps a long and wide shot. The female companion takes the camera back, but her male counterpart does a double take as Brianna takes her sunglasses and puts them in her purse now that the sun was disappearing.
“Woah!” he claims.
Brianna looks at him, alarmed.
“Brianna D’Rocco?” the man asks.
The girl beside him looks at her, and her eyes widen in surprise. Brianna just smiles and waves, reaching into her purse for her phone.
“Actually it’s Rissi now,” she says. “Long story short, I took my cousins sirname in a place that has been buried for a year now. So when it went under, I picked up Rissi as we were going to be associated and I got tired of explaining the relationship between D’Rocco and Rissi,” she explains.
“Right, I forgot. Sorry. What are you doing out here, alone?” he asks, looking around for Michael.
“Oh, well, Michael and Joanna arent really into seeing too many sights. They like to spend most of their time strategizing and training it would seem. His image proof of that,” she says laughing.
“Yea, I guess you have to be in the gym pretty much nonstop to accomplish his physicality,” the guy says, almost sounding in awe.
“Yea” is all Brianna can reply.
“So, what areyou doing here, in Boston?” the girl asks.
“There is an event this weekend. Small PPV at Matthews Arena at Northeastern University,” she explains.
“Ahh, sweet. Sold out probably. Its not as big as the Garden where most of the pro sports play or host events,” the guy explains.
“Well, I don’t want to see rude, but I probably should be getting back to my hotel,” she tells them as politely as she can. “Big match coming up.”
“What kind of a match?” the man asks.
“A tag team. For the World Championship,” she explains
“Huh?” the female asks.
“Yea, I was confused at first, but I get the stipulation. If my team wins, I retain my title. We lose, the other two fight it out or something,” Brianna says.
“Wait, you’re the World Champ? What company?”
“Divine,” she tells them. “It’s kind of still new. Only about a year or a litle older.”
“I’ve heard of it. Great former talents of EHWF scavenged there when that fed closed down. You’re cousin it it?” the woman ask.
“Yea, he’s the reason I joined to begin with,” Bree states.
“Who are you facing?” The man asks.
“Claude something and Rory Hazlow,” Bree says.
“So, a couple of nobodys huh? Never heard of them,” the guy says, slightly smiling.
“I guess so. But I’ve learned never to underestimate any opponent. Well known or unknown. Out there, there will always be someone better than me. With that being th case, any new person could own the place and take the title from me,” she says.
Brianna wasn’t stupid enough to underestimate anyone, incluing Claude and Rory.
“Well, good luck then,” they tell her. “We’ll have to check it out. I hope you win.”
“Thanks,” she says, and the couple leave.
She then looks out into the ocean, and leans on the railing, daydreaming of kicking Justices ass once again, only this time in a fair opportunity match.
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