Post by Brianna Rissi on Apr 15, 2019 1:15:14 GMT
Branna stands in the ring with her title in her right hand. Michael stands there next to her, leaning against the top rope, watching Ryan being an idiot, using the bolt cutters to cut the wires. It was evident what the plan was, and Brianna could only frown at the Englishman that has suddenly gone mad it would seem. Brianna just watches until finally Ryan is escorted back to the back, and then she looks over at Michael, raising an eyebrow. Michael just shrugs as though to say, “I have no idea”. Her music then hits for the fans still in the arena. Slowly, she drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, then reaches in and drags her title out. Rissi follows, leaning over the top rope and flipping, landing on his feet and the two Rissi’s walk up the ramp, as the crowd continues to chatter in confusion. At the top of the ramp, she turns around, smiling out into the crowd. Michael takes her free hand, and hoists her hand up in the air before they turn around and make their way backstage. Once back there, Brianna drops the facade and turns to her cousin. She frowns, and a small spark of anger lights up her eyes.
“What the hell was that all about, Michael?” she demands.
“I honestly have no clue,” he tells her, full of honesty.
“You mean to tell me that your little former employee just happens to drop by, not bothering to tell you, interrupts our family celebration, and targets a Rissi?” Brianna asks.
“I have no idea why Ryan Morgan came out there, or what the hell he was talking about. I haven’t seen or heard from him since I closed EHWF,” Michael tells her.
“Aren't you two suppose to be practically brothers?” she demands.
“No.”
Rissi’s tone is flat and full of venom. There was something much more to this story than he was letting on, but now was not the time to bring it up. The two had just put their bodies through a tough brutality of a match, and were sweaty, bloody walking messes. They make their way to the Rissi Lockerroom where Joanna meets them each with a hug.
“Congratulations!” she tells Brianna.
“It was one hell of a match,” Brianna replies grinning.
“Well, I’m going to go hit the shower room while you two remanence about your matches,” she smiles.
“Go ahead champ,” Michael tells her and holds out his fist.
She bumps it in the Rissi tradition and grabs her duffle bag and swings it over her right shoulder. She then makes her way out of the locker room and makes her way to the women’s shower room when she hears someone shout out her name. Turning around, she sees Rania Alanya standing there with a microphone in her right hand, running to catch up with her.
“Brianna, I was wondering if we could catch a few words with you before you retire for the night?” Rania asks her.
“Um, sure, I guess. But we aren’t live anymore,” Brianna says confused.
“Oh, don’t worry, this is for the website! People are dying to get a word from the champion!” Rania tells her and turns to the camera crew.
The red light on the camera flickers to life, and Brianna puts down her duffle bag and throws the championship belt over her left shoulder.
“Brianna, we witnessed your debut a few weeks ago, and you come out today after being announced as the wild card selectee for this match and dominated your competition in your in-ring debut. How does that feel?” she asks.
“Well, it’s certainly mindblowing, that’s for sure. I didn’t expect to come out in this match and be as active as I was. I mean, I’ve been training for this moment, and it was because of Rissi that I was even ready for a match of this anticipated magnitude!” she cries.
“What did you think of the competition?” Rania asks.
“Everyone out there in the match put out some of the best work I’ve seen since watching wrestling as a little girl. And to be apart of it felt fantastic. I’m just grateful for the opportunity to compete against such a fine group of athletes. Everyone went out there and put in such a tremendous effort and I am just thankful that I had just enough time to pin someone for the win with second remaining on the time clock. It really was anyone's championship for the taking, it just came down to luck with the clock. Who knows, if there were more seconds on the timer, then maybe someone else would have been lucky enough to take this win,” she says enthusiastically.
“How did it feel to beat the undefeated, Michael Rissi?” she asks.
“Oh my God, I was pulling so hard for him to win this match. He deserved it more than anyone else in the match, but we both agreed that we would do whatever it would take to bring home the gold to Australia. I’m excited to beat him, and I know he is happy for me, but I wouldn’t put it past him to compete against me sooner in a singles match for the title. It’s something I’m afraid yet excited for,” Brianna confesses.
“Well, you’ve managed to capture the gold in your first event here. Most people make it a mission to reach the top and you're already there. Where do you go from here?” Rania asks.
“Now I can retire,” Brianna states, then giggles. “Just kidding. Now, I just wait for my next opponent or opponents. I try and hold on to it for as long as possible. WIth so many new faces and new competitors in the back, who knows who I will have to face and that in itself will be a challenge. Maybe they will bring in the tag team titles now, as Rissi has promised me he will compete in tag team matches with me. It was one of my requests when he suggested I signed with Divine. Or maybe I’ll push myself into become a double champion!”
She laughs lightheartedly and pats her title.
“I mean, one piece of accessory just isn’t enough!” Brianna grins, clearly joking.
“You would indeed be the first, I believe, to successfully become one if you do! Well, we all saw the return of Ryan Morgan,” Rania states.
“Who?” Brianna asks, cocking an eyebrow.
“Ryan Morgan, the man who came out during your celebration and basically called war to the Rissi family,” Rania reminds her.
“Oh, right, well, what about him?” Brianna asks, nonchalantly.
“Well, what are you planning to do about him?” Rania fishes.
“Oh, well, for the time being, nothing. Let him come in and declare a war he can’t win. He’s been coming in and out of my cousins life for years. So it really isn’t a surprise that the troll has finally showed up here. IT was a matter of time. He’s like a cockroach that just won’t die. Or better, a loyal dog who just keeps coming back, even when he’s not wanted,” Brianna says, her face turning serious. You can see the vein in her temple pulse a little as she flexes her neck muscle.
“Well, this time, instead of your cousin Michael, he seems to be focusing on you,” Rania tells her.
“That’s because I was holding the gold. Everyone's attention is always on the shiny object. If Michael had won the match, more than likely, Ryans attention would have been on Michael instead of my own,” she says.
“Well, congrats again on the win, Brianna! And I think I can speak for everyone when I say, we can’t wait to see what you achieve next!” Rania says and the light goes off on the camera.
“Thank you for your time, Brianna, and honestly, I expect to see great things with you!” Rania says and turns to leave.
“Thanks,” Bree responds, and bends down to pick up her duffle bag. As she grabs it, a sharp pain enters her temple. She grabs her head, and groans, waiting for the pain to end. When it doesn’t stop, she drops to her knees and places her head between her thighs. The pain increases and suddenly, Brianna finds herself shouting. People come scurrying over to her, as she collapses to her side, her hair surrounding her like a mane.
Hearing the commotion outside of the locker room, Michael opens the locker room door and sees the ferry of people running around, someone shouting “we need a medic!” and other shouting “call for an ambulance!” Suddenly, the feel of a pull runs through RIssi, and he feels his body being pulled like a magnet to the chaos running around. People, seeing the massive man, step aside to let him through. He sees his cousin laying on the ground, blood seeping through her nose. He rushes to her side, and kneels by her head. He lifts her head and cradles it onto his lap. Heat radiates from his hand, and he touches her temple. Her eyes are closed tightly, and the trail of fresh wet tears trail down her cheeks. The warmth radiates through her forehead, behind her eyes. The pain starts to subside, and soon, she is able to open her eyes. The feeling of pain relief floods her and she opens her eyes slightly. Look up, she sees the chaos of people looking down at her, but then she looks up to find the gaze of her cousins concerned face peering down at her.
“What happened?” she asks.
“I don’t know. We’re getting you to the hospital though. They called an ambulance. I’ll wait here with you until they take you then I’ll quickly follow. Don’t worry Brianna, everything will be fine,” he tells her. “How does your head feel.”
“Better, thanks. What you just did, with the heat, it was like a heating pad. Better than Tylenol,” she says.
“I’ve never experienced anything like that before,” he admits.
“I have….” she says warrily. “A long time ago.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks.
“Because I was afraid,” she admits.
“Afraid of what?” he asks.
“You’d think I’m a freak,” she admits in a whisper so no one else could hear her.
“Brianna, have you not noticed the crazy shit I can do?” he asks, appalled.
She smiles sheepishly.
“I know, pretty stupid, huh?” she admits.
The paramedics show up, and try to shove Michael aside. He reluctantly leaves her side, and promises to get Joanna and head straight to the hospital.
“We will talk more about this when we get home,” he tells her, giving her a warning look as they cut her off, and the scene fades.
……………………………….
2 weeks later
It’s been two weeks, and Brianna has managed to recover and fly back to Melbourne with no worries of any medical trama. SInce her piercing headache, she hasn’t suffered from another spell, and resided now at the Rissi Manor. Her cousin insisted she once again stay with him and his wife, Joanna, just to make sure nothing else happened to her. She tried to put up a fight, but in the end, she lost the battle. Her home was only a twenty minute drive, and she hated that she felt like she was intruding on their intimate time, so she spent most of her days off running errands and training for her next match. Luckily it was a tag team, allowing her the opportunity to rest periodically through her match if she needed time to catch her breath. And it was her first tag team match teaming with Michael. They would be taking on some woman who called herself “Legion” along side the man who interrupted her celebration at Supremacy, Ryan Morgan.
Brianna sat up on a balcony overlooking the RIssi property. She was wearing a pair of black stretchy short shorts, and a hot pink cut off shirt. Her legs were crossed and up on the table, as she leaned back in the metal framed white patio chair. The sun gleamed off her tanned body, as she watched the birds flying around hopping from tree to tree. Suddenly, the sliding door leading out to the patio opens and she turns to see Michael coming out wearing a pair of basketball black workout style shorts, black socks and black kicks. His muscles pulsed as he plays with his phone, attaching a set of headphones. He looks up at her, through his non transparent sunglasses. He takes a seat next to Brianna, props his feet up in the same fashion on the table.
“Whats up?” she asks.
“About to hit the trail. Want to come?” he offers.
“Isn’t Joanna going with you? I know you guys like to run together,” she says.
“No, she has a hair appointment or something,” he tells her. “So it’s just me today.”
“Oh, well, yea, sure, I guess,” she says, taking her feet off the table. “Just let me grab my ipod.”
“Oh, I’m not going just yet. In like, 20 minutes. I just came out here to get my mind set for the run, when I saw you gazing out. What’s on your mind?” he asks.
“Oh, you know. Ryan Morgan. Legion. The match next week. There’s nothing else to really think about, is there?” she asks. “With less than seven days coming, I’m already repacked, airline tickets are purchased, hotel booked, there’s nothing else for me worry about except those two.”
“I hear ya,” he says.
“Have you faced Legion before?” she asks.
“Nah, not really. She’s kinda new here too. Are you worried about her?” Rissi asks.
“No. I’ve got you as my partner. If I can’t handle her, I’ll just take your arse in.”
Brianna grins as he looks up in her direction.
“Besides, I’d rather handle Ryan Morgan. After all, he interrupted my celebration. I could use a little payback,” she tells him. “You’ve already had your fair share of Morgan problems from what you’ve been telling me. Let me take some of them and lighten the burden of Morgan from ya.”
“I understand,” he admits. “Just don’t let your guard down with him if you are involved with him in the ring. He’s a cocky little bastard, but he isn’t stupid. He’ll put Legion between himself and us if he feels threatened. And after your last win, you’ve proven to be a threat in Divine.”
“Meh,” she says, waving her hands as if to shoo off his comments. “Are you even looking forward to this match? You seem like you wish it was over with already.”
“To an extent. I’m excited to be tag teaming with you. Not looking forward to dealing with this bitch again. That’s all.”
“Well, if you want to take a seat, I can probably handle this match on my own,” she grins. “I mean, I managed to outlast and win a match against four other people. Taking on two shouldn’t be half as bad.”
“Yea, you can probably handle this on your own. But, just in case you could use the back up, I’ll be in the corner, coaching you,” he offers.
“So, what do you know of this Legion?” Brianna asks, trying to pick his brain.
“Honestly? Not much. But I think you can take her. You could take all three of us on and still win this match,” he says.
“Maybe. Well, I’m going to go and grab my running sneakers and headphones. I’ll meet you downstairs in a few minutes then.”
“Sounds good. Take your time though, no rush,” he tells her.
“Pfft, you’ll want to be back in time for Joanna’s return,” she teases. “I wonder if I’ll meet someone on the road, like you did.”
“No one here deserves your attention,” Michael says.
“Maybe I’ll try Ryan Morgan. He’s cute, when he’s not opening his mouth,” she says with a grin.
“Don’t push me, Bree,” Michael says with a warning in his tone.
“Okay, Okay, I was kidding. At least, about trying Ryan. No amount of cuteness with his attitude could ever turn me on,” she says.
“Besides, you could snap him with your thighs,” Michael pipes in.
“Shut the front door,” she says, turning red.
“I’ll be back,” she says and storms off, leaving Rissi grinning.
“What the hell was that all about, Michael?” she demands.
“I honestly have no clue,” he tells her, full of honesty.
“You mean to tell me that your little former employee just happens to drop by, not bothering to tell you, interrupts our family celebration, and targets a Rissi?” Brianna asks.
“I have no idea why Ryan Morgan came out there, or what the hell he was talking about. I haven’t seen or heard from him since I closed EHWF,” Michael tells her.
“Aren't you two suppose to be practically brothers?” she demands.
“No.”
Rissi’s tone is flat and full of venom. There was something much more to this story than he was letting on, but now was not the time to bring it up. The two had just put their bodies through a tough brutality of a match, and were sweaty, bloody walking messes. They make their way to the Rissi Lockerroom where Joanna meets them each with a hug.
“Congratulations!” she tells Brianna.
“It was one hell of a match,” Brianna replies grinning.
“Well, I’m going to go hit the shower room while you two remanence about your matches,” she smiles.
“Go ahead champ,” Michael tells her and holds out his fist.
She bumps it in the Rissi tradition and grabs her duffle bag and swings it over her right shoulder. She then makes her way out of the locker room and makes her way to the women’s shower room when she hears someone shout out her name. Turning around, she sees Rania Alanya standing there with a microphone in her right hand, running to catch up with her.
“Brianna, I was wondering if we could catch a few words with you before you retire for the night?” Rania asks her.
“Um, sure, I guess. But we aren’t live anymore,” Brianna says confused.
“Oh, don’t worry, this is for the website! People are dying to get a word from the champion!” Rania tells her and turns to the camera crew.
The red light on the camera flickers to life, and Brianna puts down her duffle bag and throws the championship belt over her left shoulder.
“Brianna, we witnessed your debut a few weeks ago, and you come out today after being announced as the wild card selectee for this match and dominated your competition in your in-ring debut. How does that feel?” she asks.
“Well, it’s certainly mindblowing, that’s for sure. I didn’t expect to come out in this match and be as active as I was. I mean, I’ve been training for this moment, and it was because of Rissi that I was even ready for a match of this anticipated magnitude!” she cries.
“What did you think of the competition?” Rania asks.
“Everyone out there in the match put out some of the best work I’ve seen since watching wrestling as a little girl. And to be apart of it felt fantastic. I’m just grateful for the opportunity to compete against such a fine group of athletes. Everyone went out there and put in such a tremendous effort and I am just thankful that I had just enough time to pin someone for the win with second remaining on the time clock. It really was anyone's championship for the taking, it just came down to luck with the clock. Who knows, if there were more seconds on the timer, then maybe someone else would have been lucky enough to take this win,” she says enthusiastically.
“How did it feel to beat the undefeated, Michael Rissi?” she asks.
“Oh my God, I was pulling so hard for him to win this match. He deserved it more than anyone else in the match, but we both agreed that we would do whatever it would take to bring home the gold to Australia. I’m excited to beat him, and I know he is happy for me, but I wouldn’t put it past him to compete against me sooner in a singles match for the title. It’s something I’m afraid yet excited for,” Brianna confesses.
“Well, you’ve managed to capture the gold in your first event here. Most people make it a mission to reach the top and you're already there. Where do you go from here?” Rania asks.
“Now I can retire,” Brianna states, then giggles. “Just kidding. Now, I just wait for my next opponent or opponents. I try and hold on to it for as long as possible. WIth so many new faces and new competitors in the back, who knows who I will have to face and that in itself will be a challenge. Maybe they will bring in the tag team titles now, as Rissi has promised me he will compete in tag team matches with me. It was one of my requests when he suggested I signed with Divine. Or maybe I’ll push myself into become a double champion!”
She laughs lightheartedly and pats her title.
“I mean, one piece of accessory just isn’t enough!” Brianna grins, clearly joking.
“You would indeed be the first, I believe, to successfully become one if you do! Well, we all saw the return of Ryan Morgan,” Rania states.
“Who?” Brianna asks, cocking an eyebrow.
“Ryan Morgan, the man who came out during your celebration and basically called war to the Rissi family,” Rania reminds her.
“Oh, right, well, what about him?” Brianna asks, nonchalantly.
“Well, what are you planning to do about him?” Rania fishes.
“Oh, well, for the time being, nothing. Let him come in and declare a war he can’t win. He’s been coming in and out of my cousins life for years. So it really isn’t a surprise that the troll has finally showed up here. IT was a matter of time. He’s like a cockroach that just won’t die. Or better, a loyal dog who just keeps coming back, even when he’s not wanted,” Brianna says, her face turning serious. You can see the vein in her temple pulse a little as she flexes her neck muscle.
“Well, this time, instead of your cousin Michael, he seems to be focusing on you,” Rania tells her.
“That’s because I was holding the gold. Everyone's attention is always on the shiny object. If Michael had won the match, more than likely, Ryans attention would have been on Michael instead of my own,” she says.
“Well, congrats again on the win, Brianna! And I think I can speak for everyone when I say, we can’t wait to see what you achieve next!” Rania says and the light goes off on the camera.
“Thank you for your time, Brianna, and honestly, I expect to see great things with you!” Rania says and turns to leave.
“Thanks,” Bree responds, and bends down to pick up her duffle bag. As she grabs it, a sharp pain enters her temple. She grabs her head, and groans, waiting for the pain to end. When it doesn’t stop, she drops to her knees and places her head between her thighs. The pain increases and suddenly, Brianna finds herself shouting. People come scurrying over to her, as she collapses to her side, her hair surrounding her like a mane.
Hearing the commotion outside of the locker room, Michael opens the locker room door and sees the ferry of people running around, someone shouting “we need a medic!” and other shouting “call for an ambulance!” Suddenly, the feel of a pull runs through RIssi, and he feels his body being pulled like a magnet to the chaos running around. People, seeing the massive man, step aside to let him through. He sees his cousin laying on the ground, blood seeping through her nose. He rushes to her side, and kneels by her head. He lifts her head and cradles it onto his lap. Heat radiates from his hand, and he touches her temple. Her eyes are closed tightly, and the trail of fresh wet tears trail down her cheeks. The warmth radiates through her forehead, behind her eyes. The pain starts to subside, and soon, she is able to open her eyes. The feeling of pain relief floods her and she opens her eyes slightly. Look up, she sees the chaos of people looking down at her, but then she looks up to find the gaze of her cousins concerned face peering down at her.
“What happened?” she asks.
“I don’t know. We’re getting you to the hospital though. They called an ambulance. I’ll wait here with you until they take you then I’ll quickly follow. Don’t worry Brianna, everything will be fine,” he tells her. “How does your head feel.”
“Better, thanks. What you just did, with the heat, it was like a heating pad. Better than Tylenol,” she says.
“I’ve never experienced anything like that before,” he admits.
“I have….” she says warrily. “A long time ago.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks.
“Because I was afraid,” she admits.
“Afraid of what?” he asks.
“You’d think I’m a freak,” she admits in a whisper so no one else could hear her.
“Brianna, have you not noticed the crazy shit I can do?” he asks, appalled.
She smiles sheepishly.
“I know, pretty stupid, huh?” she admits.
The paramedics show up, and try to shove Michael aside. He reluctantly leaves her side, and promises to get Joanna and head straight to the hospital.
“We will talk more about this when we get home,” he tells her, giving her a warning look as they cut her off, and the scene fades.
……………………………….
2 weeks later
It’s been two weeks, and Brianna has managed to recover and fly back to Melbourne with no worries of any medical trama. SInce her piercing headache, she hasn’t suffered from another spell, and resided now at the Rissi Manor. Her cousin insisted she once again stay with him and his wife, Joanna, just to make sure nothing else happened to her. She tried to put up a fight, but in the end, she lost the battle. Her home was only a twenty minute drive, and she hated that she felt like she was intruding on their intimate time, so she spent most of her days off running errands and training for her next match. Luckily it was a tag team, allowing her the opportunity to rest periodically through her match if she needed time to catch her breath. And it was her first tag team match teaming with Michael. They would be taking on some woman who called herself “Legion” along side the man who interrupted her celebration at Supremacy, Ryan Morgan.
Brianna sat up on a balcony overlooking the RIssi property. She was wearing a pair of black stretchy short shorts, and a hot pink cut off shirt. Her legs were crossed and up on the table, as she leaned back in the metal framed white patio chair. The sun gleamed off her tanned body, as she watched the birds flying around hopping from tree to tree. Suddenly, the sliding door leading out to the patio opens and she turns to see Michael coming out wearing a pair of basketball black workout style shorts, black socks and black kicks. His muscles pulsed as he plays with his phone, attaching a set of headphones. He looks up at her, through his non transparent sunglasses. He takes a seat next to Brianna, props his feet up in the same fashion on the table.
“Whats up?” she asks.
“About to hit the trail. Want to come?” he offers.
“Isn’t Joanna going with you? I know you guys like to run together,” she says.
“No, she has a hair appointment or something,” he tells her. “So it’s just me today.”
“Oh, well, yea, sure, I guess,” she says, taking her feet off the table. “Just let me grab my ipod.”
“Oh, I’m not going just yet. In like, 20 minutes. I just came out here to get my mind set for the run, when I saw you gazing out. What’s on your mind?” he asks.
“Oh, you know. Ryan Morgan. Legion. The match next week. There’s nothing else to really think about, is there?” she asks. “With less than seven days coming, I’m already repacked, airline tickets are purchased, hotel booked, there’s nothing else for me worry about except those two.”
“I hear ya,” he says.
“Have you faced Legion before?” she asks.
“Nah, not really. She’s kinda new here too. Are you worried about her?” Rissi asks.
“No. I’ve got you as my partner. If I can’t handle her, I’ll just take your arse in.”
Brianna grins as he looks up in her direction.
“Besides, I’d rather handle Ryan Morgan. After all, he interrupted my celebration. I could use a little payback,” she tells him. “You’ve already had your fair share of Morgan problems from what you’ve been telling me. Let me take some of them and lighten the burden of Morgan from ya.”
“I understand,” he admits. “Just don’t let your guard down with him if you are involved with him in the ring. He’s a cocky little bastard, but he isn’t stupid. He’ll put Legion between himself and us if he feels threatened. And after your last win, you’ve proven to be a threat in Divine.”
“Meh,” she says, waving her hands as if to shoo off his comments. “Are you even looking forward to this match? You seem like you wish it was over with already.”
“To an extent. I’m excited to be tag teaming with you. Not looking forward to dealing with this bitch again. That’s all.”
“Well, if you want to take a seat, I can probably handle this match on my own,” she grins. “I mean, I managed to outlast and win a match against four other people. Taking on two shouldn’t be half as bad.”
“Yea, you can probably handle this on your own. But, just in case you could use the back up, I’ll be in the corner, coaching you,” he offers.
“So, what do you know of this Legion?” Brianna asks, trying to pick his brain.
“Honestly? Not much. But I think you can take her. You could take all three of us on and still win this match,” he says.
“Maybe. Well, I’m going to go and grab my running sneakers and headphones. I’ll meet you downstairs in a few minutes then.”
“Sounds good. Take your time though, no rush,” he tells her.
“Pfft, you’ll want to be back in time for Joanna’s return,” she teases. “I wonder if I’ll meet someone on the road, like you did.”
“No one here deserves your attention,” Michael says.
“Maybe I’ll try Ryan Morgan. He’s cute, when he’s not opening his mouth,” she says with a grin.
“Don’t push me, Bree,” Michael says with a warning in his tone.
“Okay, Okay, I was kidding. At least, about trying Ryan. No amount of cuteness with his attitude could ever turn me on,” she says.
“Besides, you could snap him with your thighs,” Michael pipes in.
“Shut the front door,” she says, turning red.
“I’ll be back,” she says and storms off, leaving Rissi grinning.
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