Post by John Anthony on Aug 12, 2007 22:25:00 GMT -6
DVD Taping Role Play #1
/*\ A Trip Back Home /*\
John:
“It certainly feels good to be back in Beverly Hills. My temporary stay in the Midwest has been daunting to say the least.”
Sitting across from John Anthony within the Limbago Café on the corner of 2nd and Burton was Calvin Ayre, CEO of Bodog Sports, the single largest sports gambling organization in all of America. Between the two men lay a draped white cloth over their table which was adequately adorned with a majestic crystal centerpiece in the shape of a Grammy Award, two wine glasses topped with only the finest of chardonnays available on short notice, hand crafted chinaware, and two shark fin appetizers. The aroma from such a dish is absolutely to die for, and John felt at home for the first time in a long time sitting in the land of the rich and famous across from his boss.
Calvin:
“I imagine so. The Midwest is such an unpleasant area in the States. It really does amaze me that one country can have the impeccable climate and center of business in New York, the brightest stars in the world in Hollywood, the most pristine scenery of Seattle, and then, stuck in the middle, the no-man’s’-land of the rugged and dirty Midwest states. I really must hand it to Mr. Nitro for managing to run a successful entertainment business in such an area. I mean honestly. Kansas?”
John:
“Scenery aside, it’s the atmosphere within POW: Midwest that has been dragging me down. In the Northeast we have our feuds, which goes without saying, but in the Midwest they have pure hatred for one another. Kaleb Shadix and Rich Morrison just finished tearing each other limb for limb in a television title match. Now Zevon is going off about how he absolutely despises Morrison and his affiliates. I came into Power On Wrestling as a competitor, as an athlete, and as a man set on pleasing the fans. Yet last week I felt out of place. Not because I was surrounded by superior competition, just because I felt like I was the only one there for the sake of competition, for the sake of the fans. Everyone else was chomping at the bits to just get their hands on one another, to bloody up their competition before their title opportunity this weekend. It doesn’t help that Nitro is using the Northeast roster as his little playthings for his own amusement.”
Calvin sighed and enjoyed a spoonful of his shark fin soup as the Maître de returned to take their main course orders. A few moments later the young gentlemen hustled off to report their requests to the kitchen chefs.
Calvin:
“On the bright side, it’s only a short time until your escapades with the Midwest are finished and you can focus on more important things. Great Britain will be a great undertaking for POW, and they could have no better champion than you. Your public appearances throughout the Northeast bolstered quite a bit of support for the company and you managed to increase the public image of both POW and Bodog at the same time. That’s quite an undertaking.”
John:
“It’s actually a win-win situation for us this weekend in regards to my title defense. With me facing Buddy Love, it means a fun-loving and fan pleasing man will leave with the title one way or the other. Both Buddy and I have quite a bit of adapting ahead of us in Great Britain however. His Mardi Gras lifestyle and my stint in high society might not transition as well as one would assume.”
Calvin:
“Simple adaptation John. The people of Great Britain aren’t all ignorant soccer fans with stained teeth like some Hollywood movies make them out to be. I think POW will flourish within the country and if it does so, I might be interested in taking the leap with Bodog Sports as well. We’ve conquered the United States and surpassed the revenue figures of the Mirage Casinos, Vegas Insiders, Sportsbook.com, and even the combined revenue from all other sports books located within Las Vegas. We’ve truly separated ourselves as the single source of spreads, money lines, insider information, and a safe place for the masses to wager their incomes.”
John:
“It’s funny actually. My occupation with you and Bodog Sports has actually been a target for my competitors. They seem to find it oxymoronic for me to be a fighting champion here for the fans and the integrity of the sport while doubling up as an ex-bookie and sports betting enthusiast.”
Calvin:
“Jealously no doubt. You think JR Zevon actually cares if you ‘steal’ the pensions of the retired? He’s a man of words, proven by your sequential defeats of him in big game situations. Look at where he is now. With a mere television title on the line, he has began unleashing the verbal assault on his new flavor of the week and he’ll continue the same trend, skipping from rock to rock, until he finds a title holder that he can actually defeat. It’s all just good business.”
John:
“As for my match this Friday at Legendaria, it’s most certainly going to be lost beneath the glitz and glamor of our trifecta main event. That doesn’t mean I plan on sandbagging or not giving the fans their money’s worth, but I don’t get the same rush when I step through the curtain in the Ameristar Casino. Luckily this week we’re looking at a DVD taping within the KGGO Arena, but it still feels like playing in an away game.”
Calvin:
“At least you still possess the most coveted title in the Northeast. How do you think Kaleb Shadix feels? He literally went from main event superstar to undercard lackey thrown into a mixing pot of disaster for a silly medallion. He’s back to where you were when you first began. It’s a shame really.”
John:
“All I know is that I want to leave Friday evening with my title in hand and move on. Let my days in the Midwest be just a glancing memory so that I can progress to Great Britain and the talent of our roster can carry Power On Wrestling to new heights.”
Calvin raised his nearly empty champagne glass towards John.
Calvin:
“Now I can toast to that. So here’s to Great Britain, POW’s future, Bodog’s future, and your reign as Eastern Heavyweight Champion… or whatever they decide to call it in Great Britain.
/*\ A Trip Back Home /*\
John:
“It certainly feels good to be back in Beverly Hills. My temporary stay in the Midwest has been daunting to say the least.”
Sitting across from John Anthony within the Limbago Café on the corner of 2nd and Burton was Calvin Ayre, CEO of Bodog Sports, the single largest sports gambling organization in all of America. Between the two men lay a draped white cloth over their table which was adequately adorned with a majestic crystal centerpiece in the shape of a Grammy Award, two wine glasses topped with only the finest of chardonnays available on short notice, hand crafted chinaware, and two shark fin appetizers. The aroma from such a dish is absolutely to die for, and John felt at home for the first time in a long time sitting in the land of the rich and famous across from his boss.
Calvin:
“I imagine so. The Midwest is such an unpleasant area in the States. It really does amaze me that one country can have the impeccable climate and center of business in New York, the brightest stars in the world in Hollywood, the most pristine scenery of Seattle, and then, stuck in the middle, the no-man’s’-land of the rugged and dirty Midwest states. I really must hand it to Mr. Nitro for managing to run a successful entertainment business in such an area. I mean honestly. Kansas?”
John:
“Scenery aside, it’s the atmosphere within POW: Midwest that has been dragging me down. In the Northeast we have our feuds, which goes without saying, but in the Midwest they have pure hatred for one another. Kaleb Shadix and Rich Morrison just finished tearing each other limb for limb in a television title match. Now Zevon is going off about how he absolutely despises Morrison and his affiliates. I came into Power On Wrestling as a competitor, as an athlete, and as a man set on pleasing the fans. Yet last week I felt out of place. Not because I was surrounded by superior competition, just because I felt like I was the only one there for the sake of competition, for the sake of the fans. Everyone else was chomping at the bits to just get their hands on one another, to bloody up their competition before their title opportunity this weekend. It doesn’t help that Nitro is using the Northeast roster as his little playthings for his own amusement.”
Calvin sighed and enjoyed a spoonful of his shark fin soup as the Maître de returned to take their main course orders. A few moments later the young gentlemen hustled off to report their requests to the kitchen chefs.
Calvin:
“On the bright side, it’s only a short time until your escapades with the Midwest are finished and you can focus on more important things. Great Britain will be a great undertaking for POW, and they could have no better champion than you. Your public appearances throughout the Northeast bolstered quite a bit of support for the company and you managed to increase the public image of both POW and Bodog at the same time. That’s quite an undertaking.”
John:
“It’s actually a win-win situation for us this weekend in regards to my title defense. With me facing Buddy Love, it means a fun-loving and fan pleasing man will leave with the title one way or the other. Both Buddy and I have quite a bit of adapting ahead of us in Great Britain however. His Mardi Gras lifestyle and my stint in high society might not transition as well as one would assume.”
Calvin:
“Simple adaptation John. The people of Great Britain aren’t all ignorant soccer fans with stained teeth like some Hollywood movies make them out to be. I think POW will flourish within the country and if it does so, I might be interested in taking the leap with Bodog Sports as well. We’ve conquered the United States and surpassed the revenue figures of the Mirage Casinos, Vegas Insiders, Sportsbook.com, and even the combined revenue from all other sports books located within Las Vegas. We’ve truly separated ourselves as the single source of spreads, money lines, insider information, and a safe place for the masses to wager their incomes.”
John:
“It’s funny actually. My occupation with you and Bodog Sports has actually been a target for my competitors. They seem to find it oxymoronic for me to be a fighting champion here for the fans and the integrity of the sport while doubling up as an ex-bookie and sports betting enthusiast.”
Calvin:
“Jealously no doubt. You think JR Zevon actually cares if you ‘steal’ the pensions of the retired? He’s a man of words, proven by your sequential defeats of him in big game situations. Look at where he is now. With a mere television title on the line, he has began unleashing the verbal assault on his new flavor of the week and he’ll continue the same trend, skipping from rock to rock, until he finds a title holder that he can actually defeat. It’s all just good business.”
John:
“As for my match this Friday at Legendaria, it’s most certainly going to be lost beneath the glitz and glamor of our trifecta main event. That doesn’t mean I plan on sandbagging or not giving the fans their money’s worth, but I don’t get the same rush when I step through the curtain in the Ameristar Casino. Luckily this week we’re looking at a DVD taping within the KGGO Arena, but it still feels like playing in an away game.”
Calvin:
“At least you still possess the most coveted title in the Northeast. How do you think Kaleb Shadix feels? He literally went from main event superstar to undercard lackey thrown into a mixing pot of disaster for a silly medallion. He’s back to where you were when you first began. It’s a shame really.”
John:
“All I know is that I want to leave Friday evening with my title in hand and move on. Let my days in the Midwest be just a glancing memory so that I can progress to Great Britain and the talent of our roster can carry Power On Wrestling to new heights.”
Calvin raised his nearly empty champagne glass towards John.
Calvin:
“Now I can toast to that. So here’s to Great Britain, POW’s future, Bodog’s future, and your reign as Eastern Heavyweight Champion… or whatever they decide to call it in Great Britain.
