Post by John Anthony on Jul 26, 2007 10:31:32 GMT -6
DVD Taping Role Play #3
/*\ Against the Wall --- Part Three /*\[/color]
Something like 12 hours later
Sitting on the uncomfortable hospital bed, John twiddled his thumbs trying to decide where to go from here. Daniel was pacing in front of the bed in the rather dark room and Julia sat in the only chair pounding away at her laptop keyboard. John stood and walked towards the mirror in the restroom. Hospital robes were so unfashionable. So was the black eye, stitches on his jaw, and bandages that adorned his face. He had only a few days to heal before his matchup with JR Zevon at Ocean City Slam. Walked back towards the bed to grab the television remote, Julia hesitated her typing.
Julia:
“Your fans are becoming curious John, and some of these rumors floating around the mill are amusing. People have speculated that you are doing anything from writing a living will to learning ancient mystical arts. Zevon has fueled the fire by claiming you to be a vampire.”
John:
“They’ll hear from me soon enough, but I’d rather keep these recent events under wraps. I don’t want my fans knowing that I was involved in any kind of illegal activity, especially the part about being forced into fighting in an underground cartel. Even this hospital visit needs to remain confidential. I mean, I’m John Anthony! I’m the Eastern Heavyweight Champion! I’m a man of certainty in an uncertain world, a pillar of reliability in a land where a man’s words are worth less than the shirt on his back. Exposing myself to be in such a frail mental and physical state… why that’s something only JR Zevon would do.”
John clicked on the television hanging in the corner of the room. He grunted at the fact it was a mere 14 inch tube television. A stark contrast from his collection of flat screens back at home. Flipping through the channels carelessly, he passed over CNN news and quickly returned to it.
News Reporter:
“And details are still trickling in about an underground crime bust in Trenton last night beneath the well known nightclub, Club Zango. Apparently the daughter of Mr. Zango has been running an underground fighting ring where competitors partake in bare knuckle fighting before a paying crowd that is funneled in through an abandoned subway tunnel stretching beneath the Trenton Library. Police arrived on scene after reports of “riot like activity” near the library that stemmed from the audience fleeing from a deranged combatant that attacked the daughter of Mr. Zango. Police informed the media that the only reported injuries were to Ms. Katherine Zango, three guards, the combatant Brine, and President of Public Relations for Bodog Sports, John Anthony. The involvement of John Anthony has not been confirmed, but early rumors suspect him to be the other combatant of the evening. Police are seeking to contact John Anthony who is currently recovering at the Trenton Hospital. Both Mr. Zango and Katherine Zango are currently being held under various charges for crimes against humanity.”
John:
“Oh ****.”
Daniel stopped pacing and had a ghastly look on his face. This definitely wasn’t the way John was hoping to resolve this situation.
John:
“Julia, I think I’m going to be checking out of here a little earlier than expecting.”
Julia:
“Like when?”
John:
“Like now.”
Julia closed her laptop and exited the room to find the nearest warden that she could speak to about releasing John. Meanwhile Daniel took the now unoccupied chair and questioned John on how he planned to explain this to the media.
John:
“I could tell them the truth. I was drugged and forced to fight for the safety of myself and my friends.”
Daniel:
“A situation like this could lead to an intrusive investigation that could force you away from your title defense this weekend. If you are unable to compete, Tony Hunter could decide to strip you of your title by default and hand it back over to JR Zevon.”
John:
“Then I lie. I claim I had no involvement in last night’s occurrences and wasn’t even there. I never checked into this hospital and I do a press conference from outside of my hotel stating that I am offended by these claims that I was even near the scene of such a thing. Handing that title back over to that cretin is the last thing I want to do. I managed to defeat him fair and square at Red, White, and Bruised after he expended his evasion tactics. I'm not going to try and cop out of our match this weekend either. Some of the greatest wrestling matches in history have taken place in cages. They serve as the catalyst for feuds to reach their crescendo and I guarantee you that Zevon will be prepared. Going in there at even 99% would be suicidal, but I'll be ready. Besides, his mental state is so skewed right now, he's probably wanted in 12 states for pouncing on anyone who looks like me, screaming at them for stealing his precious."
Julia re-entered the room with a nurse warden holding the release papers.
Julia:
“Lying wouldn’t work either John. First, because once they discover it was indeed you at the scene, you’d be in far deeper trouble for trying to cover it up. Second, because there’s already a growing swarm of reporters and media outlets just outside the hospital entrance waiting for you to address them. Apparently word travels fast.”
John rushed over to the window and opened the blinds. Sure enough, there stood around 10 reporters and two media vans in the parking lot. An officer was trying to push them back, but more and more began appearing.
John:
“Why does it seem like I keep getting pressed against the wall this week? I feel like a caged animal or something.”
Daniel:
“How appropriate, considering the stipulations of your match this weekend.”
John:
“Your sarcasm is not appreciated at the moment Daniel.”
John signed the warden’s papers and was given his clothes. He rushed into the restroom to change back into the much more comfortable (and fashionable) pair of jeans and shirt that had been brought to the hospital by Julia. Trying to calm his wild hair down, he put on his pair of shades to try and hide the black eye and removed some of the bandages that he felt were unnecessary. John popped back into the room and exclaimed he was ready to go.
John:
“There, I look good as new!”
Julia, Daniel, and the nurse warden all gave a sheepish smile in disagreement. John huffed, crossed his arms, and walked out of the room with a slight limp. As he walked down the hallway towards the elevator, he realized that for the first time, he literally had no idea how to get out of the situation he was about to find himself in.
/*\ Against the Wall --- Part Three /*\[/color]
Something like 12 hours later
Sitting on the uncomfortable hospital bed, John twiddled his thumbs trying to decide where to go from here. Daniel was pacing in front of the bed in the rather dark room and Julia sat in the only chair pounding away at her laptop keyboard. John stood and walked towards the mirror in the restroom. Hospital robes were so unfashionable. So was the black eye, stitches on his jaw, and bandages that adorned his face. He had only a few days to heal before his matchup with JR Zevon at Ocean City Slam. Walked back towards the bed to grab the television remote, Julia hesitated her typing.
Julia:
“Your fans are becoming curious John, and some of these rumors floating around the mill are amusing. People have speculated that you are doing anything from writing a living will to learning ancient mystical arts. Zevon has fueled the fire by claiming you to be a vampire.”
John:
“They’ll hear from me soon enough, but I’d rather keep these recent events under wraps. I don’t want my fans knowing that I was involved in any kind of illegal activity, especially the part about being forced into fighting in an underground cartel. Even this hospital visit needs to remain confidential. I mean, I’m John Anthony! I’m the Eastern Heavyweight Champion! I’m a man of certainty in an uncertain world, a pillar of reliability in a land where a man’s words are worth less than the shirt on his back. Exposing myself to be in such a frail mental and physical state… why that’s something only JR Zevon would do.”
John clicked on the television hanging in the corner of the room. He grunted at the fact it was a mere 14 inch tube television. A stark contrast from his collection of flat screens back at home. Flipping through the channels carelessly, he passed over CNN news and quickly returned to it.
News Reporter:
“And details are still trickling in about an underground crime bust in Trenton last night beneath the well known nightclub, Club Zango. Apparently the daughter of Mr. Zango has been running an underground fighting ring where competitors partake in bare knuckle fighting before a paying crowd that is funneled in through an abandoned subway tunnel stretching beneath the Trenton Library. Police arrived on scene after reports of “riot like activity” near the library that stemmed from the audience fleeing from a deranged combatant that attacked the daughter of Mr. Zango. Police informed the media that the only reported injuries were to Ms. Katherine Zango, three guards, the combatant Brine, and President of Public Relations for Bodog Sports, John Anthony. The involvement of John Anthony has not been confirmed, but early rumors suspect him to be the other combatant of the evening. Police are seeking to contact John Anthony who is currently recovering at the Trenton Hospital. Both Mr. Zango and Katherine Zango are currently being held under various charges for crimes against humanity.”
John:
“Oh ****.”
Daniel stopped pacing and had a ghastly look on his face. This definitely wasn’t the way John was hoping to resolve this situation.
John:
“Julia, I think I’m going to be checking out of here a little earlier than expecting.”
Julia:
“Like when?”
John:
“Like now.”
Julia closed her laptop and exited the room to find the nearest warden that she could speak to about releasing John. Meanwhile Daniel took the now unoccupied chair and questioned John on how he planned to explain this to the media.
John:
“I could tell them the truth. I was drugged and forced to fight for the safety of myself and my friends.”
Daniel:
“A situation like this could lead to an intrusive investigation that could force you away from your title defense this weekend. If you are unable to compete, Tony Hunter could decide to strip you of your title by default and hand it back over to JR Zevon.”
John:
“Then I lie. I claim I had no involvement in last night’s occurrences and wasn’t even there. I never checked into this hospital and I do a press conference from outside of my hotel stating that I am offended by these claims that I was even near the scene of such a thing. Handing that title back over to that cretin is the last thing I want to do. I managed to defeat him fair and square at Red, White, and Bruised after he expended his evasion tactics. I'm not going to try and cop out of our match this weekend either. Some of the greatest wrestling matches in history have taken place in cages. They serve as the catalyst for feuds to reach their crescendo and I guarantee you that Zevon will be prepared. Going in there at even 99% would be suicidal, but I'll be ready. Besides, his mental state is so skewed right now, he's probably wanted in 12 states for pouncing on anyone who looks like me, screaming at them for stealing his precious."
Julia re-entered the room with a nurse warden holding the release papers.
Julia:
“Lying wouldn’t work either John. First, because once they discover it was indeed you at the scene, you’d be in far deeper trouble for trying to cover it up. Second, because there’s already a growing swarm of reporters and media outlets just outside the hospital entrance waiting for you to address them. Apparently word travels fast.”
John rushed over to the window and opened the blinds. Sure enough, there stood around 10 reporters and two media vans in the parking lot. An officer was trying to push them back, but more and more began appearing.
John:
“Why does it seem like I keep getting pressed against the wall this week? I feel like a caged animal or something.”
Daniel:
“How appropriate, considering the stipulations of your match this weekend.”
John:
“Your sarcasm is not appreciated at the moment Daniel.”
John signed the warden’s papers and was given his clothes. He rushed into the restroom to change back into the much more comfortable (and fashionable) pair of jeans and shirt that had been brought to the hospital by Julia. Trying to calm his wild hair down, he put on his pair of shades to try and hide the black eye and removed some of the bandages that he felt were unnecessary. John popped back into the room and exclaimed he was ready to go.
John:
“There, I look good as new!”
Julia, Daniel, and the nurse warden all gave a sheepish smile in disagreement. John huffed, crossed his arms, and walked out of the room with a slight limp. As he walked down the hallway towards the elevator, he realized that for the first time, he literally had no idea how to get out of the situation he was about to find himself in.
