Post by Michael Rissi on Jan 28, 2019 11:32:16 GMT
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it doesn't snow in australia
27/1/2019
it doesn't snow in australia
27/1/2019
An empty studio - dark walls, poor lighting and the unambiguous bouquet of leather office furniture. The equipment is all setup but nothing looks operational as only one lighting platform is on, all the screens are off and the cameras and booms on the side of the small expanse are closed. Saturday Night Saga backdrops made out of light dainty steel and aluminum shine from the artificial yellow bulb light that tries its best to illuminate the predominantly obscure, murky and soft setting. Panning across to the side of the wall just outside of the booths are camera and sound equipment. Two cameramen and a sound operator come in and out of the entry off to the side as it looks like they're setting up. Another shine of artificial illumination brightens up the area with it’s repulsive simulated yellow glow as another lighting instrument begin to function.
Directly in front of all of this is a small space in the spotlight with Michael Rissi seated on a small black cushioned stool with a boom overhead and a camera across from him. Michael Rissi is in a glossy blue and grey pinstriped designer suit with a black tie and wide black sunglasses as smoke billows around him. He takes a drag of a large Cuban cigar, staring down the barrel of the frame as the setup and area looks complete. Michael Rissi looks a million bucks and showcases a small crook of a leer on his lips while the exhaled smoke exhausts around his colossal shoulders.
The camera pans in a little friendlier and the lights change direction and hue as the setting becomes more specialized and stern with a very professional ambiance around it. Michael Rissi leans in and adjusts his sunglasses.
Michael Rissi: Are we all ready to go here or what?
The cameraman stands up conservatively and the operator behind him regulates the elevation of the lens while he signals to Rissi. Our current viewpoint changes just a little as the image gets clearer and we see the “Divine Exclusive” watermark appear in the bottom right corner of our frame. Rissi pierces through forward down the lens with an emotive expression but maintains a blasé atmosphere to the initial panorama and setting we’re now experiencing.
Michael Rissi: First off let me apologise to anyone who had the displeasure and despondency of having to watch and sit through Kai Stevens’ monotonous, lackluster, bland little cliché wrestling promo that he feloniously subjected on the public. It was wrong of him to do that and I’m sure he bored a lot of people to death but you can’t really lie denunciation with poor Kai all that much, after all he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed… but he is a total tool though.
Rissi lets out an inviting chuckle. With his alluring gaze and earnest smile right down the barrel of the camera, he can change the very thermosphere and ambiance around us itself just with his emotive expression and appeal. The room, the camera and even those watching were instantly habituated into every word that was coming out of Rissi’s mouth. It truly was a gift.
Michael Rissi: Ah Kai, you’re such a dramatic little thespian aren’t you? I actually enjoyed the whole ‘look how deep I am’ cliché act that I’ve seen a million times before; it was good for a laugh! I can’t say I really got the consonance and analogy of the Snow Globe though, I mean, it doesn’t even snow in Australia… Yeah, I know, I know – you meant the Snow Globe to represent the landscape of professional wrestling and to a more foolish extent my career. My career, which completely and utterly eclipses and dominates yours and everything you’ve ever done.
Rissi snickers and formulates quite the egotistical expression on his face; sunglasses dipped, mouth smiled and eyebrows raised in aggression and amusement at Kai Stevens’ failed reckonings and deductions. Rissi holds the midpoint of his chiseled jaw and chin with his right hand, gripping it tightly as he strokes his beard, oozing confidence.
Michael Rissi: Let me just try to make sense of this senseless piece of trash that I had to watch. Kai – I have no idea why you’re attacking me over my career or who I’ve beaten in the ring. I could care less about what you’ve done in the inconsequential and insignificant speck of indy shit called ALPHA Wrestling. That ALPHA Wrestling World Title that you’re so proud of holds no weight and is worthless. It looks like it came out of a vending machine. Seriously, there is no prestige in holding a piece of shit title like that. I wouldn’t even wipe my jizz on it, that’s how much of a waste it is so don’t brag about things that hold no weight. Your title holds no weight, your career holds no weight and your name holds no weight… I’ve sold out platinum arenas all around the world in EHWF and gone 60-0 in one of the biggest wrestling companies the world has ever seen. I’ve done all that, beaten countless opponents and wrestled in front of 100000+ people while you were still giving blowjobs to the booker of whatever shithole indy you were apart of at the time just to get on the card. Give me a break Kai Stevens, you’re a delusional little melodramatic bitch who has no idea what he’s talking about.
Rissi’s smile beams from ear to ear, looking like he’s on fire at the moment. However, his guise doesn’t burn as much as his words, which sear and blister through the lens and perhaps into the heart and mind of Kai Stevens whose argument, had already grossly come unfastened. Rissi shot his head down and with a more laid back tone, spoke behind his proud expression.
Michael Rissi: Honestly Kai, I don’t know if an address as cliché and as boring as yours was deserves a response from me but I’m a generous guy so I’m going to continue verbally tearing your asshole apart anyway – it’s the least I can do before I beat the living shit out of you and annihilate you on the sixteenth at Saga 4. Another little segment in your bullshit that kinda irked me was you judging me and my worth as a competitor by who I’ve defeated and fought in Divine Wrestling. Lets see, I’ve defeated Claude Vigor twice, Kuttah, Mr. Katz and Miles Taylor… I also have never lost or drawn a match since the first episode, which is more than I can say for you Kai. That being said, there is real no logic to your argument – I mean, who have you beaten? Your first match was with Michael Maddox, someone that I’ve beaten up and down my career but you? You drew your first match with Maddox, which is pathetic in itself – it doesn’t end there though! Your next match was winning the Pure Championship against Miles Taylor. Great job, it took you a while to beat him but if I recall correctly, I ran through Miles and completely destroyed him on the last episode of Saga. So already, everything you’ve said about me and what I’ve done in Divine has been made null and void; there’s more though, there is more! It took you ANOTHER shot at Maddox to put him away in your third match but like I said, I’ve beaten Maddox countless times in my career. I’ve been kicking Maddox’s ass back when you were giving out handjobs in the indy locker rooms.
Michael Rissi cracks up and emblematically dusts off the shoulder of his designer suit as he mentions Kai Stevens and the flawed logic behind his abysmal attempt at Rissi. Rissi’s brow furrows in an undulation of aggression as we see the rage behind his eyes but the comedic and laid back smirk on is lips. Rissi’s sweltering denunciation of Kai Stevens cuts through the lens like a blade as each word flows so effortlessly and perfectly from Rissi’s self-assured and buoyant voice, which never vacillates, not even for a second.
Michael Rissi: But you’re right Kai, I can hear you now – I did forget, you did beat Mr. Katz last week! Yes you did! Great job by the way, you couldn’t even get a pinfall or submission victory and it took you THAT long to beat a delusion face painted freak. That’s surprising, especially when I annihilated him on the previous show and dominated him so bad that he barely got a single move in on me. Do you see where I’m going with this Kai, you senseless fool? I’ve beaten EVERYONE you’ve beaten and MORE and I’ve defeated them much faster and more dominantly than you have yet the WHOLE basis behind your imprudent, contentious and dumb mess of a cliché was that I haven’t beaten anyone in Divine… I guess your whole argument and every other piece of idiocy that dribbled out of your disgusting mouth means NOTHING now because I just tore you and everything you’ve said APART and come Saga 4, I’m going to tear you apart in the ring.
Michael Rissi shakes his head in disgust at the meaningless diatribe that he’s just systematically pulled apart, dismantled and destroyed in just a matter of minutes. Kai’s arguments were negated, they were void and meaningless now and any shred of veneration or momentum that Kai could cling onto was gone. Verbally, Rissi had torn into Kai Stevens and the flicker in his gaze combined with the piecing stare of conviction that he now demonstrated so easy, displayed his confidence at his words and the now flat lined and embarrassed argument and dispute of Kai’s that was left in tatters on the floor – much like Kai’s career would be soon enough.
Michael Rissi: I’ve heard it all before – what a cop out, cliché of a wrestling promo, it actually made me nauseous. You’re gonna ‘kick my teeth down my throat’ and you’re gonna call me a ‘bitch.’ You’re going to say that taking you on is ‘suicide’ and you’re going to go on about how good you are in a dark room while waving a useless and meaningless corny prop around in front of the camera – YAWN! I’ve seen it all before, I’ve seen it a million times and so has everyone else. I would have thought a little dramatic cumstain like you would have had a bit more creativity in the tank than that but I was wrong. There is nothing wrong with this business or this industry or even this company, Kai – the issue is with you. The issue IS you.
Michael slowly raises his hands up; methodically as we see his mammoth arms rise up almost in complete unison even though they were decelerated yet they looked dramatic in their movement. The motion brought his hands up to his head where he slowly ran his hands through his black stylised hair. The smirk reappeared and Rissi looked calculating but his aura was still warm and alluring. Rissi took a quick breath, tired of the sheer mention of Kai Stevens name now.
Michael Rissi: And if the good ol’ platitudes and commonplaces in your infertile and barren little promo stemmed from that tiny unfruitful and arid brain of yours weren’t bad enough, you go to the most desperate cliché of all and brought my wife into it! Oh my, big bad Kai Stevens is going to come onto my wife, whatever shall we do!? Sorry mate, my wife isn’t a cunt whore like your mother, it’s not gonna fly very well. Honestly, I’d let you fuck my wife but I’m sorry, she doesn’t like pussy…
Rissi has to help himself from cracking up with laughter. The expression of merriment and amusement on his face at Kai Stevens’ expense was evident.
Michael Rissi: Kai, my career is going great, my marriage is doing even better and people love me unlike you. People barely know who the FUCK you are. ALPHA Wrestling? Give me a break Kai; you’re living in a world of complete and utter delusion. Miles Taylor was from ALPHA Wrestling as well and look at what happened to him, look at what I did to him! The End isn’t Nigh for me Kai but I love that you had to finish your shit fest with ANOTHER fucking cliché. The end for you however is very close for you because after I kick the literal shit through you, embarrass you in front of everyone and defeat you, I know you won’t last long in this company afterwards – it’s just what I do to people like you, I end you.
Rissi leans back in his chair and kicks one leg up on his knee. His words sting more the longer he goes on. So far his ability to negate and pull apart every word against him as been nothing short of poetic. His insults, arguments and findings all seem to flow so effortlessly and impeccably into each other and it was only brought further home by his enthralling and direct tenor of voice. Rissi, his look, his voice and his expression – it was all so absorbing.
Michael Rissi: The Cowboy Killer, The Infernal Baptist, The Prodigy of Ronin, The Fuckboi… So many nicknames and aliases, so little talent. You are a clusterfuck and a half Kai Stevens. A walking mess, a rambling cliché… You make as much sense as your pitiful promos. The fact that someone like you is overconfident is sad but the fact that someone like you thinks they can beat someone like me so easily makes me literally sick. I feel sick to my stomach when I hear your empty threats and hollow tirades. A million pointless nicknames, a weak moveset and a snowglobe isn’t going to save your pussy ass from the beating that I am going to so fruitfully administer to you in the main event on Saga 4. The only thing I wish is that I had a better opponent to showcase a main event match again, I mean what a waste. It’s going to be Michael Rissi vs. Miles Taylor all over again. I’d say, lets do this for that tin can of a strap called the ALPHA Heavyweight Championship you’ve got there but I’m already stocked up on toilet paper so I have no need to wipe my ass on that one ply joke of a title belt that you THINK makes you important. I’m not going to kill you Kai. You’re not committing suicide by stepping in the ring with me and I’m not going to put you in a body bag. I’m just going to defeat you. I’m going to defeat you, embarrass you and finish you. It’s as simple as that. I don’t need any of the bullshit, the clichés, the big talk or the dramatics that you need – I just need myself and that’s more than enough against someone as tragic and weak as you.
Michael laughs domineeringly.
Michael Rissi: The Cowboy Killer – it’s just so laughable to me. You need all the aliases to stay pertinent and to try and create some sort of relevancy in your diminishing career, I get it but couldn’t you think of some less ridiculous names? It’s gong to be so difficult for me to beat you up and try and keep a straight face because all I’m going to be thinking of is “The Cowboy Killer” or “The Reverent” or the other 69 deplorable unproductive nicknames that you pulled from Google. And I just want to make clear, the whole, it doesn’t snow in Australia thing was just a joke, I know what you were trying to do with the snowglobe and the metaphors and representations you were trying to make with it but it didn’t work. It fell short and I don’t need props to get my point across, I just need my words and my fist. Don’t worry, you’ll see very soon, I just thought I should explain that on account of your feeble diminutive brain, that’s all.
Michael points to the camera. His tone becomes more dictatorial and direct as he lets his sunglasses fall off into his hands. The spark in his eyes is energetic as he changes the subject somewhat. Moving away from the boring subject of “Kai Stevens” is alleviating on the face of Rissi as he shoots a grin.
Michael Rissi: I feel your priorities aren’t right at all thought Kai. See, in that whole, meaningless, boring, incorrect spew of vomit and dribble you put out, you forgot to mention the one thing we’re fighting over. I don’t want to fight you, there is no value in it for me, while as for you on the other hand and you being in a match with me will do wonders for your career, even if it is in an inevitable losing effort. The one reason we’re fighting is because we were put in this tournament. We were hand picked and placed into this tournament and we both made it to the finals. I know you said you’re here to be World “fuckin’” Champion but are you really? I’m here to capture the Divine World Championship and become Champion of Wrestling. I’m here to beat Blaise who I consider as one of the best ever and I’m here to further my already impressive and unstoppable legacy. Your address was quick, it was fast and direct and you even had a snowglobe… It’s like you’re taking ME more seriously then the opportunity of fighting for the World Championship or the World Championship itself… and so you should be! All that tells me is that you’re worried, you’re scared and you know I won’t be like the others that you’ve defeated. You know that I warranted you full and quick attention but most of all, like everyone else, you know that I AM the topic of conversation. I don’t give a shit about you Kai Stevens, but I do care about the Championship Scramble match. For me, you’re just a stepping-stone… You’re dismissed… for now.
Michael stands up. His presence and his size command veneration as his motion is prevailing at the same time remaining stylish. He does up one button on his designer suit, picks up his cigar and lets out a billowing puff of smoke and readjusts his sunglasses on his face as he nods at the camera and walks out of the interview. The “Divine Exclusive” watermark fades away as does the scene, ever so softly.
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