Post by John Anthony on Aug 28, 2007 21:23:56 GMT -6
Weekly Role Play #1
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After disappearing off the face of the earth last week and suffering a loss via disqualification to Josh Eagles, we now find John Anthony rubbing his temples, hunched over on a stiff bed within a Best Western hotel room. Strung out and exhausted, John tries to relieve the stress-induced pressure throbbing inside his cranium. Julia Sven, his secretary turned mistress, entered the room in a nightgown and sat down beside the tortured shell of a man. Every light in the room was off, but a few shimmers of moonlight managed to sneak their way through the cheap blinds covering the window. Julia laid a hand on John’s leg and simply sat in silence as he continued massaging his aching head.
After a few brief moments of estranged silence, John began speaking. Julia instantly noticed that his voice was hollow and strained.
John:
“This Midwest business is really starting to get to me. I miss standing in front of the Northeast crowds, I miss the balcony of my 39th floor master suite, I miss the flashy car and my Learjet, and I miss the honest competition of the Northeast roster. None of that is to be found here in this place. The eager fans of the Northeast have been replaced by the bloodthirsty howls of the desert dwellers. My beautiful abode has been traded for a run down $39.99 a night hotel room with accommodations not even fit for a human being. I’m riding in taxis, traveling via bus, and wrestling against men whose heads are so far up their asses that they’re literally back on their shoulders. And do you know what makes it even worse Julia? We’ve received no update on where the Great Britain expansion stands. No news on venues, contracts, title scenarios, or even a date. Just speculation and empty promises as all of us who worked day in and day out under the wings of Tony Hunter crawl around like homeless slobs picking up whatever scraps we can find. Nitro is having a field day using the Northeast talent to improve ratings for Midwest while we suffer the effects of displacement and unrest.”
Julia:
“Is it really that bad John? The crowds still cheer when you enter the arenas and your possessions will no doubt be returned after you transfer to Great Britain. The logistics of your stay in Kansas weren’t handled very well since we all assumed you would only be here for a week or two.”
John:
“Well more than a month later, here we are. The thing that has really been getting under my skin as of late is the attitude of those on the Midwest roster. Maybe I became spoiled having truly amazing matches against the likes of JR Zevon, but things here are different, the atmosphere is unwelcoming. Zevon and I had our differences, but did we not bring in people by the hundreds and thousands to pack our venues? Sure the Midwest talent sells out their shows, but for such a different reason. People like Rich Morrison, Kaleb Shadix, Shawn Stevens, Kailus Holmes, and the like don’t come out here to please the fans. They’re out there for one reason and one reason only: themselves. They stroke their egos and blow enough hot air to power a steam generator. And the fans here enjoy it! The fans of Midwest enjoy seeing matches riddled with shenanigans, interference, and cheap shots. With support from those in attendance, the darker side of those involved really begins to come forth.
Take last week for example when I fought Josh Eagles. Our match was spectacular. I didn’t abuse the fact that his knee wasn’t in perfect condition; in fact, I often gave him chances to recover so that we could wrestle to the best of our abilities. And how was my attribution to both the fans and the prosperity of POW repaid? By having Kailus Holmes and his entourage of misfits run into the ring and cost me the match via disqualification. Kailus believes he’s some kind of godly figure that should be placed on a pedestal above everyone else just because he holds that damned World Title. I’ve spoken before about how I see that belt, and I’ll say it again. Kailus, congratulations on winning a made-up title from the hands of a performer whose days have already come and gone. Congratulations on capturing a belt invented out of pity by a man whose name is blasphemous in the POW locker rooms. And congratulations on proving that you’re nothing more than another piece of filth who is so desperate for fifteen minutes of fame that you will insert yourself into any opportunity you can find, even at the expense of the fans who pay for your salary.
Bringing Kyle Neverwinter into the mix doesn’t help your case either. So you two have a history together, well that’s great. I guess birds of a feather flock together after all. But Kyle, your little partnership with Kailus isn’t even something to be proud of. The way I see it, you’re merely using him and his status as World champion to rub some of the spotlight onto yourself and try to progress you to the next level. Sure, everyone is trying to get ahead in this business, but your tactics leave a foul taste in my mouth. The words you excrete pound through my head and make me ashamed to even consider stepping into the ring with you. Listen to me. I’m starting to sound like Zevon rambling on about the crooks and no-gooders of Power On Wrestling. If only Zevon directed his distaste away from those of us that weren’t the true ‘scum’ of wrestling and onto those who are, then we would be on much different terms with one another, I guarantee it. I guess while I’m not here to clean up the world of professional wrestling, I did hope to find it in as better state than it stands now, and Northeast promised to be that wonderful world of eager competition, devoted fans, and honorable management. Now, that utopia is hanging on the whims of the Hunters, and I can’t wait to start fresh overseas, championship title in hand.”
Julia sat quietly with a cocked eyebrow and confused expression.
Julia:
“John, did you just cut a promo to the air?”
Realizing that he had indeed just spewed all of that into the open night air with no one in sight besides Julia, he let himself fall backwards onto the unforgiving bed.
John:
“I think I need some more Tylenol.”
Julia:
“What you need is some direction. Midwest isn’t as bad as you make it out to be, but in your eyes it is a torturous location because you were stripped from house and home to be brought here until the opening of Great Britain. You have no goals to strive for in the Midwest, and goals are what drove you through the ranks in Northeast and ultimately to your victory over JR Zevon for the Eastern Heavyweight Championship. You’re a man of substance, a man who doesn’t let words define him, but instead defines himself through actions, through reliability and perseverance. But now you seem to be suffering from more mood swings than I do, and I’m a woman. This depression and tribulation isn’t characteristic of you John, but I sympathize with you. I’m looking forward to the vast unknowns that lie ahead of us in Great Britain just as much as you are, and residing her in the Midwest has left me with nothing to do but wait and watch you fall apart. This isn’t the place for you, and that’s been made apparent, but you can’t just give up on those counting on you. Reck Maverick just defeated Shawn Stevens in the single most grueling match I’ve ever witnessed to win the Midwest equivalent of your title, and he can’t take on devious tactics of a combined Kailus Holmes and Kyle Neverwinter.”
John remained in place, staring at the ceiling despite the darkness that consumed the room.
John:
“I have no intentions of bailing on Reck or POW. I’m just reaching the end of my string with Midwest. The Hunters better have this expansion under control and ready to roll soon, because I’m falling into shambles.”
Julia fell backwards beside John and curled up close to him, placing an arm over his chest. The cool air from the ridiculously noisy air conditioning unit felt good as the two lay in silence embracing one another. Rolling on top of John, she leaned towards him and ever so lightly touched her lips to his. It was a taste of heaven for John every single time their lips had met, and this time was no different. Julia truly had a way of turning the darkest times into scenarios of hope, and he would never take it for granted.
Julia:
“We’ll make it over this little bump in the road John, and then you’ll reach your full potential in Great Britain. You’ll have an opportunity to entertain a new crowd and be the face of the POW expansion, and I’ll be right there by your side every step of the way. Calvin may have sent me as a secretary months and months ago, but our relationship has become so much more. I’d be lost without you.”
John:
“And I’d be equally lost without you Julia. This weekend I’ll do what I do best, and that’s wrestle my heart out while devoting everything I have to those who paid their dues to witness the spectacle we deliver on a weekly basis here in Power On Wrestling.”
Julia:
“And that’s all that is asked of you.”
Their lips touched again as John felt the throbbing pains in his head finally subside.
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After disappearing off the face of the earth last week and suffering a loss via disqualification to Josh Eagles, we now find John Anthony rubbing his temples, hunched over on a stiff bed within a Best Western hotel room. Strung out and exhausted, John tries to relieve the stress-induced pressure throbbing inside his cranium. Julia Sven, his secretary turned mistress, entered the room in a nightgown and sat down beside the tortured shell of a man. Every light in the room was off, but a few shimmers of moonlight managed to sneak their way through the cheap blinds covering the window. Julia laid a hand on John’s leg and simply sat in silence as he continued massaging his aching head.
After a few brief moments of estranged silence, John began speaking. Julia instantly noticed that his voice was hollow and strained.
John:
“This Midwest business is really starting to get to me. I miss standing in front of the Northeast crowds, I miss the balcony of my 39th floor master suite, I miss the flashy car and my Learjet, and I miss the honest competition of the Northeast roster. None of that is to be found here in this place. The eager fans of the Northeast have been replaced by the bloodthirsty howls of the desert dwellers. My beautiful abode has been traded for a run down $39.99 a night hotel room with accommodations not even fit for a human being. I’m riding in taxis, traveling via bus, and wrestling against men whose heads are so far up their asses that they’re literally back on their shoulders. And do you know what makes it even worse Julia? We’ve received no update on where the Great Britain expansion stands. No news on venues, contracts, title scenarios, or even a date. Just speculation and empty promises as all of us who worked day in and day out under the wings of Tony Hunter crawl around like homeless slobs picking up whatever scraps we can find. Nitro is having a field day using the Northeast talent to improve ratings for Midwest while we suffer the effects of displacement and unrest.”
Julia:
“Is it really that bad John? The crowds still cheer when you enter the arenas and your possessions will no doubt be returned after you transfer to Great Britain. The logistics of your stay in Kansas weren’t handled very well since we all assumed you would only be here for a week or two.”
John:
“Well more than a month later, here we are. The thing that has really been getting under my skin as of late is the attitude of those on the Midwest roster. Maybe I became spoiled having truly amazing matches against the likes of JR Zevon, but things here are different, the atmosphere is unwelcoming. Zevon and I had our differences, but did we not bring in people by the hundreds and thousands to pack our venues? Sure the Midwest talent sells out their shows, but for such a different reason. People like Rich Morrison, Kaleb Shadix, Shawn Stevens, Kailus Holmes, and the like don’t come out here to please the fans. They’re out there for one reason and one reason only: themselves. They stroke their egos and blow enough hot air to power a steam generator. And the fans here enjoy it! The fans of Midwest enjoy seeing matches riddled with shenanigans, interference, and cheap shots. With support from those in attendance, the darker side of those involved really begins to come forth.
Take last week for example when I fought Josh Eagles. Our match was spectacular. I didn’t abuse the fact that his knee wasn’t in perfect condition; in fact, I often gave him chances to recover so that we could wrestle to the best of our abilities. And how was my attribution to both the fans and the prosperity of POW repaid? By having Kailus Holmes and his entourage of misfits run into the ring and cost me the match via disqualification. Kailus believes he’s some kind of godly figure that should be placed on a pedestal above everyone else just because he holds that damned World Title. I’ve spoken before about how I see that belt, and I’ll say it again. Kailus, congratulations on winning a made-up title from the hands of a performer whose days have already come and gone. Congratulations on capturing a belt invented out of pity by a man whose name is blasphemous in the POW locker rooms. And congratulations on proving that you’re nothing more than another piece of filth who is so desperate for fifteen minutes of fame that you will insert yourself into any opportunity you can find, even at the expense of the fans who pay for your salary.
Bringing Kyle Neverwinter into the mix doesn’t help your case either. So you two have a history together, well that’s great. I guess birds of a feather flock together after all. But Kyle, your little partnership with Kailus isn’t even something to be proud of. The way I see it, you’re merely using him and his status as World champion to rub some of the spotlight onto yourself and try to progress you to the next level. Sure, everyone is trying to get ahead in this business, but your tactics leave a foul taste in my mouth. The words you excrete pound through my head and make me ashamed to even consider stepping into the ring with you. Listen to me. I’m starting to sound like Zevon rambling on about the crooks and no-gooders of Power On Wrestling. If only Zevon directed his distaste away from those of us that weren’t the true ‘scum’ of wrestling and onto those who are, then we would be on much different terms with one another, I guarantee it. I guess while I’m not here to clean up the world of professional wrestling, I did hope to find it in as better state than it stands now, and Northeast promised to be that wonderful world of eager competition, devoted fans, and honorable management. Now, that utopia is hanging on the whims of the Hunters, and I can’t wait to start fresh overseas, championship title in hand.”
Julia sat quietly with a cocked eyebrow and confused expression.
Julia:
“John, did you just cut a promo to the air?”
Realizing that he had indeed just spewed all of that into the open night air with no one in sight besides Julia, he let himself fall backwards onto the unforgiving bed.
John:
“I think I need some more Tylenol.”
Julia:
“What you need is some direction. Midwest isn’t as bad as you make it out to be, but in your eyes it is a torturous location because you were stripped from house and home to be brought here until the opening of Great Britain. You have no goals to strive for in the Midwest, and goals are what drove you through the ranks in Northeast and ultimately to your victory over JR Zevon for the Eastern Heavyweight Championship. You’re a man of substance, a man who doesn’t let words define him, but instead defines himself through actions, through reliability and perseverance. But now you seem to be suffering from more mood swings than I do, and I’m a woman. This depression and tribulation isn’t characteristic of you John, but I sympathize with you. I’m looking forward to the vast unknowns that lie ahead of us in Great Britain just as much as you are, and residing her in the Midwest has left me with nothing to do but wait and watch you fall apart. This isn’t the place for you, and that’s been made apparent, but you can’t just give up on those counting on you. Reck Maverick just defeated Shawn Stevens in the single most grueling match I’ve ever witnessed to win the Midwest equivalent of your title, and he can’t take on devious tactics of a combined Kailus Holmes and Kyle Neverwinter.”
John remained in place, staring at the ceiling despite the darkness that consumed the room.
John:
“I have no intentions of bailing on Reck or POW. I’m just reaching the end of my string with Midwest. The Hunters better have this expansion under control and ready to roll soon, because I’m falling into shambles.”
Julia fell backwards beside John and curled up close to him, placing an arm over his chest. The cool air from the ridiculously noisy air conditioning unit felt good as the two lay in silence embracing one another. Rolling on top of John, she leaned towards him and ever so lightly touched her lips to his. It was a taste of heaven for John every single time their lips had met, and this time was no different. Julia truly had a way of turning the darkest times into scenarios of hope, and he would never take it for granted.
Julia:
“We’ll make it over this little bump in the road John, and then you’ll reach your full potential in Great Britain. You’ll have an opportunity to entertain a new crowd and be the face of the POW expansion, and I’ll be right there by your side every step of the way. Calvin may have sent me as a secretary months and months ago, but our relationship has become so much more. I’d be lost without you.”
John:
“And I’d be equally lost without you Julia. This weekend I’ll do what I do best, and that’s wrestle my heart out while devoting everything I have to those who paid their dues to witness the spectacle we deliver on a weekly basis here in Power On Wrestling.”
Julia:
“And that’s all that is asked of you.”
Their lips touched again as John felt the throbbing pains in his head finally subside.
