Post by Michael Rissi on Dec 28, 2018 9:43:45 GMT
MASS MURDER as follows
The farm cultivated up out of the lush green hills as if it had always been part of the setting below. The colours being the hues of the land itself, clear brown striations on grey rocks, long green blades and yellow saturations in the fields and farmlands. Upon the rolling fields grew vegetables under the harsh and bright glare of the summer sun. Adjacent to the fields were large yellow and green paddocks that kept all of the cattle in. The farmhouses, barns, sheds, workshops, gardens and other areas spanned across the straw-hat landscape which all seemed so beautiful and vibrant.
Across the rolling hills and planed paddocks and into the woods on the outskirts of the farm was nature in its optimum constituent. Gigantic trees that towered into the sky shrouded much of the woods and bush land outside the farm while areas of either sumptuous green grass or leaden fallen wood and chips covered the land inside. Large grey rocks donned the rest of the area with each group being accompanied by a large log or fallen giant tree, all of which seemed to travel in a linear direction which lead us to the center. Small lakes and dams found themselves the closest to the middle as their green and blue waters reflected off of the intense sun light that beamed from the sky and the heat that followed it. The rocks and ground seemed to shallow and steepen as they dropped into quite a large fall. Trees hung on their sides as a large lake and river was at the very bottom. The height was quite impressive, the hanging trees and angled rocks that seemed to all look like they were sinking to the bottom were perfectly scoped in the setting. The centerpiece of this all, stemming from the river below and the earthy and rocky walls was the small but impressive waterfall that elegantly flowed downwards.
All of this – so much going on in such a busy and visually appealing setting yet aside from the birds and a light wind, all of this was in silence. Noise and movement finally entered the serene scene as we see Michael and Joanna Rissi come into the setting. The huge and athletically impressive Michael Rissi was dressed in a pair of Rissi Brand shorts and black Nike’s. He walked along the angled rocks with the beautiful Joanna Rissi, cradled in his arms as she held onto him tightly. She was dressed in an orange short cut tank top and a pair of shorts – her vibrant tanned skin seemed to compliment her beauty and what she was wearing.
Michael: Not far now… We shouldn’t have come this way.
Joanna: Just be careful this time please… Remember it’s Christmas!
Michael: Are you all right? That heat is intense today!
Joanna: I’m fine but you know that these are the kind of heights I’m afraid of – just be careful please!
Michael: Like I would let anything happen? You know how many times I’ve done this, even as a kid? You got so scared last time.
Michael let out a laugh and Joanna slightly tightened her grip around Michael’s neck. Michael’s eyebrow raised a little as he continued his path on the hanging rock, below was the huge drop down to the water. Michael walked out on the soil for a second and made his way onto a tree then over on it’s large branch as he balanced high up with Joanna in his arms, her grip getting pretty tight now.
Michael: Relax… Geez…
Michael gave a small jump from the edge of the branch up to another angled rock. He caught their balance and steadied Joanna in his arms while she let out a small, almost disapproving groan and closed her eyes a little. Michael smiled and walked to the edge of the rock until he stood at the tip and got a good look at the rushing waterfall nearby in front of them. Michael leaned down and his legs tensed up as the focus in his eyes was terrifying! He sprung off of the rock with incredible power and leaped through the air a monster distance! Michael and Joanna flew through from the rock, into the waterfall and through to the other side! Michael landed behind the waterfall onto a large ledge behind it with Joanna still in his arms, still holding on and still in the same position she was in before. Michael stood up and she opened her eyes again.
Joanna: That’s just amazing… It’s almost as amazing as this spot right here! It’s so nice, so calm. This is the perfect spot to take a good break before Christmas and before we have to get back to the US.
Michael: I agree. I love Divine Wrestling and everything that’s going on there, I feel like it’s finally getting a start and some good traction but I’m tired of beating up Claude Vigor week in and week out and now we’ve got a match against him at Season’s Bleedings? How many times do I need to prove I’m better than him before Tiger gives me some better matches?
Joanna: You have kicked the shit out of him a few times now but he seems so unyielding and adamant that he can beat you. I don’t understand why he just can’t grasp that you’re on another level… You’re in a league of your own. What’s beating him again really going to prove?
Michael: Who knows? There is no value in beating Claude Vigor another time. The only up side to this match is that Mr. Katz is in it and he’s the Hardcore Champion now. At least we’ll be able to say that we have a victory over a champion.
Joanna: He’s a big weird isn’t he, Mr. Katz? I mean, he kinda can’t fight and he won that title by hiding the entire match and getting a dirty roll up on that idiot RNRG. I don’t think Mr. Katz is going to be much of a challenge, especially for you.
Michael: Probably not. This might be even easier for us than you think. Mr. Katz stole that Hardcore Championship from Claude Vigor who did all the hard work in their match last week. Mr. Katz got that roll up just as Claude was about to win after he dominated RNRG. Claude was so pissed, he chased Mr. Katz through the arena and out of the building so not only are both Claude and Katz significantly weaker than me but they can’t even work together as a team… I really don’t think this is going to be too difficult, April.
Joanna: Let me start the match off then, that way I get some screen time. If you start off you’ll probably end it in less than 10 seconds. I need to get some offense in if I have a hope of getting back into the World Championship picture and getting another shot at Blaise.
Michael nodded as he lightly brushed Joanna’s hair under the mix of sunlight and shadows from the trees while they lie there on the ledge.
Michael: You’ll get another shot at her and the title - don’t worry. It’s just a stutter step hun; you’ll bounce back and get another chance. You were closer than you thought last week. You just need to get stronger and work on combating Blaise’s strengths at the same time. Sure, she is one of the best of all time but I wouldn’t go overboard, aside from her character she has a lot of flaws in the ring as well.
Joanna: Right, well I guess I just need to find them and work harder because I didn’t feel like I did so well last week.
Michael: Well this week will be much, much more different. Mr. Katz with his weirdo mannerisms and cowardice and Claude Vigor with his predictability and delusion along with the fact that they hate each other make them the best opponents to have on the card. Trust me, while I might find this match boring to have, this should put us both up the ladder a little bit.
Joanna: You’re not wrong. I like the All-Star feel and schedule in Divine but I have to say that even with the big breaks in between shows and the rapidly growing roster – it’s hard to go from the main event to fighting guys like Katz and Vigor. They might be popular but they’re not the most talented or prestigious wrestlers going around are they? I completely understand them boring you.
Michael: Well, there’s nothing we can do about that now. We just have to go there and kick their asses which you know won’t be very difficult at all. Right now though, lets just enjoy this break, Christmas and the few days we have before we need to go back to the US.
Joanna: That’s the best idea I’ve heard all day!
Michael and Joanna lie on the ledge together with the water hastening and rushing close to them as they kick back and relax in each other’s arms.
The vigorous clank of weights hit our eardrums as the scene opened up in a small private gym, decked out in machines, treadmills, weights and weight racks and pull-up bars. There was Rissi Brand posters and merchandise on the walls and in the room and the man himself, Michael Rissi in the center, curling a gargantuan amount of weight with colossal plates on either side of him. He had an intense look in his eyes as he pumped out each impressive rep. He was dressed in Rissi Brand pants and grey tank top with a bright red Santa Hat acrimoniously sat on his head in a rather facetious inverse to the rest of the setting. Eventually the monster finished up a few more curls before walking to the weight rack and slamming the bar back on which caused the entire room to shake! Rissi dabbed himself off and turned his huge physique into the path of the frame.
Michael: It’s another week on Divine and this time it’s the Season Bleeding Pay Per View event but yet again for the 3rd show in a row I am in a match involving Claude Vigor somehow. Week one I kicked the guys ass, made him eat all of his words and embarrassed him in front of the world and as far as I’m concerned that should have been in right there… No, he chooses to team up with an overweight clown and attack me backstage so in week two I destroy Kuttah with Claude Vigor in his corner then fight off yet another ambush by the two idiots and almost kill Kuttah in the damn process. Week three – Seasons Bleedings; I probably asked for it but now I find myself teaming with my beautiful wife to face Claude Vigor YET AGAIN this time in tag team action with Mr. Katz on his side… Is Tiger really this ignorant? I mean, fine, I guess perhaps I asked for it in some ways but how many times do I have to prove that I’m better than Claude Vigor?
Michael leans down and sits on the bench in front of him. His expression is quite weary but it’s more of a perceptual countenance more than a physical one. Still he managed to shake his head slightly and crack a smile.
Michael: I’ve beaten and embarrassed Claude Vigor so many times that I can’t even find things to say about him anymore or dig up any more insults on him. There is literally not much left to say about this talentless hack who seems to enjoy getting smacked around by me like it’s some sort of sick fixation that he has in his tiny brain. Mr. Katz, I’m not worried about, we all know he’s a coward and he can’t fight his way out of a paper bag, that’s not hard to see so if need be I could knock him out in one motion but I think I’ll let Joanna get some practice in on the pathetic excuse for a Hardcore Champion that he is. Claude Vigor AGAIN picks a fight that he ONCE MORE knows he can’t win or has some sick delusion in his head that he can beat me. He needs to understand that I’m stronger than him, smarter than him; faster, more athletic and powerful than him and that I outclass him in every single category and element. If he loses to me once more I don’t know how he can have the gall to show his face around Divine again – it’ll be THAT disconcerting and excruciating for him to bare!
Michael shakes his head once more at the thought of Claude Vigor’s nerve to actually go through with another match against him.
Michael: I’m not like other people in Divine, I don’t have to be and I don’t want to be. Just look at individuals like Kieran Overton and Blaise. All I heard Overton bring up in his promo before the last show was EHWF. Why? All I heard Blaise talk about in her imprudent hokum yesterday was EHWF – although she enlivened it all up by saying that she didn’t want to nor have to talk about EHWF anymore. I thought these people would have moved on by now but clearly I’m wrong… What was EHWF for me? EHWF was a company I owned – it’s a company that made my family and I very wealthy and it’s a company that I CHOSE to end. Two sexual harassment cases hit two of the wrestlers in June and in today’s world it’s just so hard to come back from that even if we had nothing to do with it. On top of that the Anarchy show was terrible, it lost mass ratings, it became a laughing stock, it started hemorrhaging money and lost TV and viewership deals across the world. After all that was said and done, I realised that there was no more value left in EHWF or the majority of it’s wrestlers so I sold it and it’s licenses to Major League Baseball under a stringent agreement and contract which not only protected me and EHWF’s image but also made my family an insane amount of money… Now you’ve got me talking about EHWF…
Michael got up from the bench and leaned back on the weight rack with his hands firmly planted on the bars in front of the frame as if he were warming up for another set.
Michael: Truth be told, a lot of people can Tweet me, talk shit about me behind my back, mention me in promos in dark, dank little companies that barely get by and will never get seen by anyone of worth but no one has once come up to me and challenged me, or come to Divine and said ‘hey, I wanna fight you!’ No it’s all been schoolgirl bullshit behind my back or on Twitter like a fucking child because all of these pieces of shit are scared. Not one cunt from EHWF EVER beat me but last time I checked I beat a lot of cunts. The reality is that NO ONE except for Blaise could hold a candle to me there. No one else could even think about asking me to lace my boots because I was just that much better than them, past or present even with my neck injury… That’s not boasting, it’s fact, it’s the truth, its motherfucking genuineness and verity in its finest form sprinkled with reality with just a dash of certainty on top. It is what it is and I’m damn proud that people are too scared to come at me or get off their fucking smartphones because it means not only are they scared but also it illustrates that I am the fucking man like I have been since September 2011.
Rissi spoke harshly but with a slight snicker and laugh at the end of each sentence, the side of his lip angling up and casting into a simper smirk each point. Rissi loved dominating his opponents in the ring, defeating anyone and showing opponents his power but more than that he loved verbally destroying them - Orally assaulting and devastating ones entire character. - Verbally obliterating every skill and argument someone ever made until they looked like weak little idiots. Constructing arguments through facts and evidences, particulars and details – instead of twisting things and bending stories. It was what Michael Rissi was truly best at.
Michael: Blaise is an overconfident, egocentric, arrogant narcissist who is full of her own undeserved self-importance. Sure I have respect for her and I know she’s talented but it’s the truth – just like Kieran Overton is a malicious, injudicious fat fuck with minimal brain capacity. As far as I’m concerned – I’m Michael Fucking Rissi and everyone is a target. This isn’t EHWF where everyone is dull and almost drooling or where people love to create drama and paint themselves as victims. This is Divine Wrestling and if you can’t take my words or my beatings then man the fuck up. Get off your ass, get off Twitter and grow a set for once. Kai Stevens – the guy is wildly talented but he’s a fucking dirty, loud-mouthed zealot who has mastered being a poser. Miles Taylor is a two-bit competitor who thinks he’s more than he actually is or ever will be. Kuttah is a fat, disgusting, psycho clown with no talent just like his clown friends and Rory Hazlow is a delusional, trashy aberration of a mess that walks around thinking he’ll ever be more than a glorified rookie… Like I said, I can out talk anyone here and tear you into pieces in 4 bars or 3 sentences – everyone is my target so this Claude Vigor shit is just a warm up for us. Come fucking get me, wrestling….
Rissi stands and ends the scene abruptly with the camera flickering off from the gym as the large figure stands up tall all of a sudden.
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