Unlikely Alliance

[🐝BumbleBree]

The scene opens backstage of an Iconic house show, in an area where the food catering is set up. Oliver Black stands looking around at the fruit and vegetable platters, his Television title thrown over his left shoulder as he gazes. He starts to reach for something, when there is a coughing sound, as though someone attempting to clear their throat, from behind him. The camera pans out, and Brianna Rissi-Samson stands there, with her hands behind her back, rocking on the heels of her Sketcher sneakers. The crowd in the stadium cheers the returning diva as she smirks up at him as he spins around to see her. Switching his title from his left shoulder to his right, he returns to smirk, igniting the crowd more.

Brianna Rissi: Hey there Champ.

She reaches up and touches his title, running a hand over the smooth gold plate.

Oliver Black: Hey.

Brianna Rissi: Congrats on the win last week. In all the excitement of my return, I forgot to mention that last time I saw you.

Oliver Black: Yeah, well, you were undoubtedly a little busy kicking the crap out of Aaron Koston, so understandable.

Brianna Rissi: Welp, Congrats!

Oliver Black: Thanks.

Brianna Rissi: I know that it probably doesn’t feel as successful as holding the World Championship title, but well, with the lack of gold this place is still sporting, it’s definitely something to be proud of!

Oliver Black: You should know. You held it first.

Brianna Rissi: True. But, well, it got exhausting. Defending it week after week, competitor after competitor, and frankly with how many people were after it at the time, I’m glad that it’s not my problem anymore. It gave me more headaches than Bill Ryders excuses for taking time off.

Oliver shakes his head.

Brianna Rissi: Don’t get me wrong, I’m honored to have held it first, however, I think you’ll be more adaptable to hold on to it.

Oliver Black: Are you paying me a compliment?

Oliver raises an eyebrow in astonishment.

Brianna Rissi: Oh hush, we’re past all that! You deserve it You honestly do.

Oliver Black: Awe, shucks, I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me.

Brianna Rissi: Maybe. Anyways, Ollie, I was thinking, and as we are going to be teaming next week on Chaos, live in front of many for the first time, like, ever, that we should probably get together and work on a few things.

Oliver Black: Such as?

Brianna Rissi: Well, it’s not like we’ve ever tagged together before. I don’t know if our chemistry is going to be as successful as Astrids and I when we first got in the ring together. It was by some miracle that we didn’t turn on each other our first time being forced on the same team.

Oliver Black: Are you planning on turning on me?

Brianna Rissi: Don’t be silly. If I was, I wouldn’t have wasted two months leading up to my return the way we planned. If I was ever to turn on anyone it would have been Astrid last year, when my brother made us tag team.

Oliver Black: Out of curiosities sake, why didn’t you turn on her?

Brianna Rissi: It’s not in my nature. Not now, and definitely not then. I don’t make the first move. Even as I am now, I couldn’t do it. If you’re going to fuck me over, then I’ll just fuck you right back, you know? Look at how Minx and I ended. She made the first move to turn on me to claim this title (she touches it again) and look where it got her….

Oliver Black: A win over you and a championship?

Brianna frowns.

Brianna Rissi: Well, yea I guess, but in the long run. Do you see her anywhere?

Oliver Black: Ah, I see what you’re saying.

Brianna Rissi: Yea. So, no Ollie, I won’t be turning on you. Not unless you do something stupid to ruin everything we’ve worked for and are working toward.

Oliver Black: No, I don’t plan on it.

He seems to ponder for a moment.

Oliver Black: Well, what do you want to work on?

Brianna Rissi: I don’t know, maybe some tag moves? I know individually we will probably do well, but we should probably work on some trust moves or something. I don't know what the Sons of Gold or this Mike Mason guy is about, but if the Sons of Gold are an official tag team, then they will definitely work well together. Being an already stable pair can be an advantage for them.

Oliver Black: Eh, I think we will be fine.

Brianna scrunches her nose.

Brianna Rissi: What about this Brady guy? Is he going to be a liability?

Oliver Black: I don’t think so. He’s the World Champ, and he did just beat that Mike clown.

Brianna Rissi: Yea, I saw that. Well, would it kill you to spend some time in the ring with me at the gym so I get used to working with you? Call it a bonding moment.

Oliver lets out a small exasperated sigh.

Oliver Black: If it will make you feel better, sure.

Brianna, excitedly, claps her hands and jumps up and down.

Brianna Rissi: Yay!

Oliver Black: Glad to have made your day.

Brianna Rissi: What are you doing tomorrow?

Oliver Black: Meeting you at the gym apparently.

Brianna Rissi: Perfect! Then we can grab a coffee and talk about the sequel.

Oliver Black: Sounds like a plan.

Brianna then punches him lightly on the shoulder, before turning around and skipping off to who knows where