Post by Michael Rissi on Feb 16, 2019 0:58:09 GMT
POWER OVERFLOW
15 Feb 2019
Divine Wrestling Exclusive
The scene opens up in a dark shadowy and somewhat quiet room. The walls are of a dark, dreary wooden oak appearance. The glimmer of light reflecting from the shadows and darkness of the tight room are coming from brightly lit orange candles around the confined yet professional room. A thick cigar smoke waves across the room slowly with a metrical billow as we see the familiar figure of Michael Rissi sitting in a large dark leather chair, slumped down and staring into the abyss almost aimlessly. Michael is wearing a black dress shirt and a shadowy pair of jeans as he has his sunglasses drawn down over his eyes. Rissi grasps a glass of dark oily scotch in one hand as he scratches his light almost stenciled and styled beard with is other.
The light soft sound of quiet rhythmic music plays muffled in the background outside as Rissi is still seen pondering deeply. Rissi slowly moves around in his chair; he slumps down some more and turns his head while maintaining an almost emotionless stare upon his face. Rissi begins to talk keeping a serious tone and speaking through his deep voice. Rissi speaks while not looking directly into the frame; he maintains this different serious almost quietly urgent approach to his voice and actions. Just before we hear the first amplification of his voice a slight almost unnoticeable smile makes its way across his face - a short smirk flickering up into life.
Michael Rissi: Ah… You just caught me. I was just here taking in a bit of relaxation and thinking about my upcoming match with Kai Stevens in the main event on Saturday Night Saga this week. I have to say, I expected a little more out of the big mouthed imbecile this week. He came out with a flawed, spiritless, cliche little promo which lacked any facts and was lacklustre in effort while it was viewed as a massive yawn fest which is fine - some people just don’t have it and he’s one of those people. However, straight after he subjected us all to his garbage of a tirade, I hit straight back and absolutely verbally murdered and massacred Kai Stevens. I destroyed every argument he had, I made him look like the complete fool he is and I embarrassed him by tearing him apart and regurgitating that piece of trash he called a promo - negating every thing he said and making the entire worthless diatribe null and void.
We zoom in slightly closer to Michael Rissi. He takes his dark sleek sunglasses off and stares into the camera with his cold dark eyes, all the while not leaving the wrinkled dark shadowy leather chair, which crackles with his slight movements with clouds and puffs of deep cigar smoke reflecting within the air and on the dark timber which soothingly surrounds Michael Rissi and makes up our pleasant surroundings and vibe. The smoke clouds billow within the air, gaining in depth and texture, slowly brooding and creating the aura. Michael Rissi's appearance dominates and he moves forward through them with an ease about himself. Michael Rissi takes a long drag of his large slowly burning cigar. The smoke puff he exhales reflects off of the shadows of the dim orange warm flames. Rissi then leans forward, adjusts the collar of his dress shirt, then takes off his dark sunglasses and puts them on the side table softly. The stable dim orange glows from the small lights now illuminate an imposingly large Michael Rissi in the frame. The oak wood walls disappear as we zoom in closer and closer up to Michael Rissi's face. He now talks in a soft, monotone voice that is almost haunting in a certain manner. Eventually we now begin to see the image of Rissi now looking glorified from the smoke clouds; orange deep glows and dark shadowy surroundings that take slow form with Rissi’s recent movements.
Michael Rissi: I expected so much more from Kai Stevens and all I got was disappointment. After my brutalisation of him and his nothingness, I was expecting a response of some sort shortly after, I was expecting him to defend himself… I was expecting him to be a man. Again though, I was disappointed - nothing, we got nothing from Kai Stevens, not even more boring and cliche ranting like the first time. Did I really do that much damage to Kai? Did I really pick him apart and embarrass him that much? Why has it taken him THIS long? Does he not want to defend himself, does he not want to be a man? So many questions but I’m asking so much from one poor little uncreative, impolitic halfwit. Verbally destroying Kai Stevens and picking apart and demolishing everything he said was easy but even that would prove to be a harder task than defeating Kai Stevens in the ring on Saturday Night in the main event because compared to me, Kai Stevens’ skills are dismal and atrocious. Sure, the guy might have some sort of talent against rookies and the little fish like him but when it’s time to come up against an actual competitor, an actual big timer like me, Kai Stevens becomes nothing and his little cliches, nicknames and insults can’t save him. Nothing can…
Rissi leans forward, crosses his fingers so they are all intertwined and looks at the frame with slight aggression expression on his face. We slightly zoom out a little and get a better view of the room as cigar smoke continues to billow around the dark shadowy area. Michael Rissi is still slumped down in the large black leather chair, fingers arced with his chin upright and high. He has a cigar in one hand and a glass of scotch in the other. Rissi finishes off the dark oily alcohol in one quick foul downing and turns to face the camera again almost as if he were looking down at the frame. This time Rissi faces the camera, while still maintaining a serious yet more assertive tone of voice this time.
Michael Rissi: If I can… talk directly to Kai Stevens for a moment - Kai, you know it’s time to get ready and grow a pair for once in your life don’t you? This isn’t ALPHA Wrestling this is Divine Wrestling, this is Saturday Night Saga and you’re going to have to leave your dress at home for this one sweetheart. I mean… I really did expect more from you. I didn’t expect you to be any good in the ring, I did see your struggle against Mike Maddox after all but I really did think you’d come out with some great promo that would spur the fans on to take interest in this match… I was wrong instead I got a steaming hot pile of boring cliche shit right out of your mouth which bored me half to death. Childish insults, bullshit claims, contradictions, heck even bringing my wife into it - it’s all stuff I’ve heard before. It’s nothing new and it’s not creative Kai, it was just sad - don’t you expect more from yourself? Every rathole opponent I‘ve ever faced in my career resorted to the same stuff, to the same insults and the same meaningless words. Kai, you’re nothing special, you’re nothing new or creative and you’re just another spec of insignificance on this landscape. Don’t believe me? Go and watch your video again, go and listen to your words and actually hear what you’re dribbling out of your disgusting mouth when you say them. Your arrogance, your cockiness and your sense of self entitlement are all undeserved Kai and it’s time someone like you got taken down a few pegs because you need it… You need to be humbled and embarrassed and that’s exactly what I’ve been doing to you all along boy.
Rissi stares down the barrel of the camera with a piercing gaze and a great smirk which beamed right down the lens and aimed right for the heart and mind for Kai Stevens. It was a confident and powerful expression which said “eat shit asshole” as Rissi’s emotive embodiment projected such intensity and assurance both at the same time.
Michael Rissi: Kai, I’m sorry to say but every time you brag about some fodder you beat or your worthless ALPHA Championship that looks like it came out of a vending machine, you just sound more obtuse than you already are. No one cares about what you’ve done, heck no one even knows what you’ve done because for anyone to take an interest in you would be a complete joke! I’m sure you have a pocket of talent when it comes to beating rookies and such but to compare yourself to me or even think you’re better than me just shows how delusional you really are and it’s that undeserved overconfidence that will cost you the match on Saturday Night. Every opponent you’ve defeated here, I’ve defeated as well and more yet you want to come out and say I’ve beaten no one of worth and my wins are meaningless? Your logic is flawed, your arguments are void, your words are meaningless and your skills in the ring are lacklustre - face it Kai, you’re not on my level and you know it, that’s why you’re so desperate, that’s why nothing you’ve said so far makes sense and that’s why your voice and words keeps sounding continuously more nervous as you slaver them out of your pitiful ugly big mouth.
Rissi exhales one final detestable drag from the now dilapidated cigar, sending the thick grey smoke out into the air with the rest of the billowing elements around him and the candle light illumination then proceeds to motion the cigar over to the tray on the side table, grasping it and driving it hard into the tray, extinguishing it and leaving it in a heap of ashes, dwindling smoke and tobacco debris. He drove it into the tray slowly, thinking at the same time of how he’d be doing the same to Kai Stevens, imagining it was his unprepossessing head being driven and shoved into the canvas. Rissi would drop the remains of the cigar in an agglomeration in the tray then look back at the frame quickly with a confident smirk.
Michael Rissi: Like I told you before Kai, you little punk; I don’t need a snow globe, I don’t need any props to get my point across and tell you just how it is and how it’s gonna be, boy. Unlike you, my name and my words hold weight. I don’t need a thousand different nicknames in a desperate and failed attempt to stay creative and relevant. I’m not the Cowboy Killer or The Envoy of the End or The Prodigy of Ronin or any other bullshit, cliche, interchangeable, instantly forgettable moniker… I’m Michael Rissi and that one name holds more influence and prestige than all of your trash nick names and the insignificant name of Kai Stevens put together. This Divine World Championship isn’t for you, it’s for me and I’m not going to let you dirty it and tarnish it by giving you the chance to fight for it - it’s just not going to happen. I’m going to move mountains to get the World Championship. We know what Blaise is and we know she has a lot of short comings and character flaws which are getting worse as she gets older but I’m not worried about her anymore, she’s on your level not mine, you can deal with her after I’m done with winning the World Championship. This company is quickly becoming the showcase of the industry and the display of greatness to the world and it needs a Champion… It needs a CHAMPION. It doesn’t need a Blaise or a Kai Stevens it needs someone who can hold that belt and turn it into the biggest most distinguished prize in wrestling…
Rissi shakes his head, an almost disgusted look taking over his face as he lets out a conceited chuckle with an egotistical sneer taking shape accompanied by the inclination of superiority forming with it so easily. One last chuckle at the thought of these individuals brings Rissi back to a declaring tone of voice.
Michael Rissi: The same can be said for Rory Hazlow and Kieran Overton… No one wants to see these pathetic underhanded arrogant fools as World Champion. They couldn’t carry that belt, they couldn’t make something of it - we might as well leave it on Blaise if they’re what we consider contenders. As far as I’m concerned you’re all in the same boat - Kai, you and Blaise and Rory and Kieran, you’re all from the same toilet so don’t shit me when you remark that you’re better than me or that you deserve to be champion because the truth is - NONE of you deserve to be champion. It comes down to people who care and people who care about themselves and selfishness and prestige have never gone hand in hand. I can murder you verbally, I can murder you in the ring or I can do both, it really doesn’t matter to me. What matters is defeating you, putting you all back in your place and then holding that World Championship high above my head while you all look up at me from down there - where you belong.
It was one thing to kill Kai Stevens in a verbal battle, this campaign was fairly one sided after all but it would be a similar yet different artefact beating him in the ring. Rissi knew he was better, faster, stronger, smarter and more skilled than Kai, you could see it on his face, even now in this moment while he sat in front of the frame but there was more to a match then knowing. Rissi knew he had to be confident and even egotistical when dealing with a delusional narcissist like Kai but Rissi never liked to get overconfident in any match - so he studied, he listened. He opened his ears and his mind at the right times and he always kept his motivation levels as high as he possibly could. That’s what we were seeing now… Rissi sat there, motivation on his face, courage and confidence in his heart and cunning in his mind. He spoke triumphantly and he spoke with thought, the opposite of Kai Stevens’ utterances.
Michael Rissi: Kai, I love treating you like a child and embarrassing you, even emasculating you and making you look like a complete idiot while I dominate you vocally but really, I can only take so much out of you, I can only own you so much so… I’m over the talking. I’ll finish this in the ring with you on Saturday Night Saga and I’ll show you everything I’ve been talking about. I’ll force you to grow a pair of balls and be a man for the first time in your life because I don’t plan to just defeat you, I plan to give you a life changing beating… And yeah, I heard it all before blah blah you’re gonna end my career, blah blah you’re gonna kick my teeth down my throat… Thank you, thank you so much for being the 100th opponent to tell me that, to reuse those same tired old words. All I have to gain from this match is moving onto a World Championship Scramble whereas after Kai Stevens is seen in the ring with Michael Rissi; Kai Stevens’ stock goes up, his popularity goes up and people might actually know who he is. You’re welcome Kai, this isn’t the beating you want but it’s the beating you need. I’m not gonna break your leg or end your career - I’m not gonna reuse any of those old cliche boring phrases, I’m more creative than you remember? No, instead I’m just going to walk in there, treat you like the little punk bitch you are and put your lights out with Hazard Dawn while overshadowing your entire tired and boring moveset and then I’m going to defeat you… It’s just that simple.
Rissi snickers once more the thoughts of the match playing out in his head and all ending the same way with him embarrassing the egotistical and overconfident jerk that was poor Kai Stevens. Rissi rose from the dark leather chair as it creaked and his massive upper body took up the entire frame as he was finished with talking this over.
Michael Rissi: Kai, you tied with Mike Maddox which was pathetic in itself. You beat Mr. Katz and Miles Taylor and finally got one over Mike Maddox. I don’t know how to drum this into your thick skull but I’ve done all that and more. I’ve kicked Mike Maddox’s ass up and down his career and never once lost or even tied to him. I’ve beaten Mr Katz, Miles Taylor and I’ve beaten Claude Vigor and Kuttah as well. I’ve done everything you have here and more so your logic about me having beaten no one here or doing nothing of worth is flawed and shows just how stupid you are boy. I’ve picked you apart, embarrassed you, made everything you’ve said redundant and have void any momentum you had going into this one. You’ve done nothing Kai, you are nothing and you are definitely not World Champion. The talking is over now Kai and now begins the systematic and meticulous destruction of Kai Stevens. Farewell.
Rissi flashes one more ego driven grin at the camera’s frame aimed right for Kai Stevens. It was such a powerful expression and move, drumming home each and every word, insult and humiliating affront that pieced through the veil of Kai Stevens. The smoke cleared after each tirade and when the onslaught was complete the image of Michael Rissi standing there triumphant and unvanquished was burned into our minds. The powerful and dynamic figure moved on out of the frame and left the room, alone and silent with the last billow of smoke becoming one with the air and disappearing…
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