Post by John Anthony on Jul 18, 2007 20:09:59 GMT -6
Weekly Role Play #1
/*\ Behind the Scenes /*\
A knock at the door woke John Anthony up from an unplanned afternoon nap. A wild night prior left John with little sleep, and it apparently caught up to him. He rolled off the sofa and walked towards the door as the knocking continued. Dragging his feet which were covered by a plushy pair of house slippers, John’s outstretched arm grabbed the door handle. His hand quickly jerked back as the imminent static shock hit him. Trying again, this time John successfully opened the door.
“Hello John.”
This had to be a dream. There in front of the groggy, sleep-deprived, Eastern Heavyweight Champion stood Julia Sven. The girl who fled after destroying John’s dreams was right before him looking as marvelous as always. The black casual dress she wore hugged her slim figure tightly and her silky hair smelt of a simply hypnotizing fragrance. John felt as if he were in a trance.
“May I… come in?”
John jumped and moved out of the doorway, offering her a seat on the sofa whose cushions lay a bit out of place thanks to recently being used as a makeshift bed. He walked over and sat in his recliner, now with a quizzical look. Maybe this wasn’t a dream. After all, Julia had all of her clothes on. Maybe it was a nightmare. No, she wasn’t here with her mother.
“I think we need to talk.”
No joke. I mean, it had only been a week and a half since the traumatic events that left John going home alone and they had yet to speak to each other since. Maybe now some questions would be answered.
“First off, the stunt you pulled with David Hunter was immature.”
Why do women always have to start a conversation with YOUR faults? Ok, so John made up the letter from David to Julia and planted the photograph. Big deal. It gave him a reason to smash David’s face in with a chair, and that made everything ok. After all, the more pressing issue was still Julia’s backstabbing in the middle of Philadelphia. Speaking of Philly, John’s scattered thoughts turned to Zevon. He wondered how the guy was doing and if that lawn chair was really that damned comfortable.
“Are you even listening John?”
Oh yeah, Julia’s here. John snapped to and tried to focus. He didn’t remember drinking anything strong, but his mind felt like it was spinning out of control.
“Yes, I am. And yes, we do need to talk. And, well, yes, it was immature and I’m sorry.”
“Right. I know you were upset and I don’t blame you. Sunday night at Red, White, and Bruised you had the night of your life! A promotion at Bodog, victory over your rival, and being crowned the new Eastern Heavyweight Champion! Believe me, being the cause of misery for you after such a triumph wasn’t anything I ever wanted to do. I just… well… “
“Well?”
“Well, I didn’t want to just be the icing on the cake. John, you’ve always gotten everything you’ve always sought after. You climbed the ranks in the world of Beverly Hills and then the ranks of POW: New England. I felt like a trophy, another accomplishment for your resume. That’s not how I want to spend my life. My job at Bodog is extremely stressful, but being with you made up for it. I love you John, I really do, but I don’t see us as being compatible for that kind of relationship. That kind of commitment.
John was tempted to fall right back to sleep in his chair. He really wasn’t in the mood to put up with bull crap right now, especially female bull crap.
“Right, so why did you really shoot me down?”
“Excuse me?”
“Your little story is cute Julia, but come on. I’m not oblivious. Not compatible? You always told me that you had the time of your life whenever we went out together. You strive for success with your job at Bodog. You definitely know that you wouldn’t have been icing on the cake either. That night, yes, I got a promotion, defeated a rival, and became champion, but all of that pales to comparison to what I hoped to be leaving Philadelphia with. You can’t tell me that you declined just because you thought you’d be another note on a resume.”
Julia looked like a young child who got caught sticking their hand in the cookie jar after being told “no.” Why do females always think they’re soooo clever? They’ve seen how easily guys get caught with their pants around their ankles (figuratively and literally), yet they expect to get away with lame excuses and half-assed retorts.
“Honestly, I’m not angry anymore Julia. I was shocked, yes. I was heartbroken and still am. Last Sunday I sat in the locker room with the championship belt on one side and the engagement ring on the other. I couldn’t even decide if I really wanted to walk through that black curtain, but I did. Not because it’s some responsibility, but because I realized the fans wouldn’t turn on me. They wouldn’t leave me hanging in the middle of the ring with my insides ripped out. They stand behind me, and I stand behind them. So I went out there and did what I do best. Now we’re sitting here in my living room and you’re trying to lie to me. What are you holding back?”
Julia looked down towards the floor and closed her eyes.
“John, there’s no easy way to say this…”
John simply sat there awaiting the answer.
“See, Calvin Ayre kind of… paid me… to, well, be with you.”
“I know, I know, he paid you to be my secretary and blah blah. What’s your point?”
“No John, not just secretary. He paid me to become your girlfriend. To ‘show you a good time and keep you focused. To motivate you and drive you to become champion.’ You can’t imagine how bad I feel for doing this to you. I never knew it would go this far. Calvin laid it all out. Us meeting, the expansion to Bodog here in New Jersey, you falling in love with me, everything. He told me what you liked, your strengths and weaknesses, and kept telling me that the goal was to keep your eyes on the prize: the Eastern Heavyweight Championship. The plan was for me to continue being your secretary and for you to bring unheard of publicity to Bodog Sports after being promoted to President of PR. I know it might look like you’re just a pawn in some sort of grand scheme, but Calvin just wanted to help you out.”
John sat there and stared at Julia intently. She sunk down on the couch a little, worried at what John’s reaction might be. She definitely didn’t expect what happened next. Instead of bursting out into a rage, John began clapping his hands and smiling.
“You’ve done well Julia, but I think it’s time I fill you in on something. Calvin wasn’t paying you to be a motivational factor for me at all. At first you were just going to be a secretary, but when I proved myself in the ring and was announced the number one contender to Zevon’s title, Calvin and I agreed that building up my match was crucial. The promotion was Calvin’s idea, the proposal was mine. Neither of us expected you to accept, especially with you under the impression that your purpose was to simply keep me on track. Once we raised the stakes to such ridiculous levels, I had put myself into a position where I had the entire crowd behind me. I went out there so determined that I won by a freaking rollup after a mere few minutes and became champion! The whole deal with framing David Hunter was to promote last week’s match that has spurred a feud between Cormac and the Hunters. Calvin and I have basically given POW: New England what they lacked: direction. Captivating developments that will keep the fans interested. Everyone has a role to play Julia, and you played yours exceptionally well. For that I congratulate you.”
Julia sat stunned. She wasn’t the player, she was the played!
“And now we continue the fun. This weekend when I face off with newcomer Dr. Phate, I’ll go out there with peace of mind and no worries. With only the match to think of, nothing will distract me and Dr. Phate will be handed a swift defeat at the hands of the new champion. The favor I must now ask of you however is that you forgive me for using you like that. I really do care about you, but like you said, we aren’t exactly compatible on that level.”
“Wow.”
“Now tomorrow I’m making my first public appearance outside of a POW ring as Eastern Heavyweight Champion. I want you to come with me. I still need your help.”
“You aren’t going to propose again are you?”
“No, but you and I need to get back on the same page, and quick. In case you haven’t heard, JR Zevon gets a rematch against me at Ocean City Slam, and in a cage match.”
“What exactly do you mean by being on the same page then?”
“Ok… here’s my idea… “
/*\ Behind the Scenes /*\
A knock at the door woke John Anthony up from an unplanned afternoon nap. A wild night prior left John with little sleep, and it apparently caught up to him. He rolled off the sofa and walked towards the door as the knocking continued. Dragging his feet which were covered by a plushy pair of house slippers, John’s outstretched arm grabbed the door handle. His hand quickly jerked back as the imminent static shock hit him. Trying again, this time John successfully opened the door.
“Hello John.”
This had to be a dream. There in front of the groggy, sleep-deprived, Eastern Heavyweight Champion stood Julia Sven. The girl who fled after destroying John’s dreams was right before him looking as marvelous as always. The black casual dress she wore hugged her slim figure tightly and her silky hair smelt of a simply hypnotizing fragrance. John felt as if he were in a trance.
“May I… come in?”
John jumped and moved out of the doorway, offering her a seat on the sofa whose cushions lay a bit out of place thanks to recently being used as a makeshift bed. He walked over and sat in his recliner, now with a quizzical look. Maybe this wasn’t a dream. After all, Julia had all of her clothes on. Maybe it was a nightmare. No, she wasn’t here with her mother.
“I think we need to talk.”
No joke. I mean, it had only been a week and a half since the traumatic events that left John going home alone and they had yet to speak to each other since. Maybe now some questions would be answered.
“First off, the stunt you pulled with David Hunter was immature.”
Why do women always have to start a conversation with YOUR faults? Ok, so John made up the letter from David to Julia and planted the photograph. Big deal. It gave him a reason to smash David’s face in with a chair, and that made everything ok. After all, the more pressing issue was still Julia’s backstabbing in the middle of Philadelphia. Speaking of Philly, John’s scattered thoughts turned to Zevon. He wondered how the guy was doing and if that lawn chair was really that damned comfortable.
“Are you even listening John?”
Oh yeah, Julia’s here. John snapped to and tried to focus. He didn’t remember drinking anything strong, but his mind felt like it was spinning out of control.
“Yes, I am. And yes, we do need to talk. And, well, yes, it was immature and I’m sorry.”
“Right. I know you were upset and I don’t blame you. Sunday night at Red, White, and Bruised you had the night of your life! A promotion at Bodog, victory over your rival, and being crowned the new Eastern Heavyweight Champion! Believe me, being the cause of misery for you after such a triumph wasn’t anything I ever wanted to do. I just… well… “
“Well?”
“Well, I didn’t want to just be the icing on the cake. John, you’ve always gotten everything you’ve always sought after. You climbed the ranks in the world of Beverly Hills and then the ranks of POW: New England. I felt like a trophy, another accomplishment for your resume. That’s not how I want to spend my life. My job at Bodog is extremely stressful, but being with you made up for it. I love you John, I really do, but I don’t see us as being compatible for that kind of relationship. That kind of commitment.
John was tempted to fall right back to sleep in his chair. He really wasn’t in the mood to put up with bull crap right now, especially female bull crap.
“Right, so why did you really shoot me down?”
“Excuse me?”
“Your little story is cute Julia, but come on. I’m not oblivious. Not compatible? You always told me that you had the time of your life whenever we went out together. You strive for success with your job at Bodog. You definitely know that you wouldn’t have been icing on the cake either. That night, yes, I got a promotion, defeated a rival, and became champion, but all of that pales to comparison to what I hoped to be leaving Philadelphia with. You can’t tell me that you declined just because you thought you’d be another note on a resume.”
Julia looked like a young child who got caught sticking their hand in the cookie jar after being told “no.” Why do females always think they’re soooo clever? They’ve seen how easily guys get caught with their pants around their ankles (figuratively and literally), yet they expect to get away with lame excuses and half-assed retorts.
“Honestly, I’m not angry anymore Julia. I was shocked, yes. I was heartbroken and still am. Last Sunday I sat in the locker room with the championship belt on one side and the engagement ring on the other. I couldn’t even decide if I really wanted to walk through that black curtain, but I did. Not because it’s some responsibility, but because I realized the fans wouldn’t turn on me. They wouldn’t leave me hanging in the middle of the ring with my insides ripped out. They stand behind me, and I stand behind them. So I went out there and did what I do best. Now we’re sitting here in my living room and you’re trying to lie to me. What are you holding back?”
Julia looked down towards the floor and closed her eyes.
“John, there’s no easy way to say this…”
John simply sat there awaiting the answer.
“See, Calvin Ayre kind of… paid me… to, well, be with you.”
“I know, I know, he paid you to be my secretary and blah blah. What’s your point?”
“No John, not just secretary. He paid me to become your girlfriend. To ‘show you a good time and keep you focused. To motivate you and drive you to become champion.’ You can’t imagine how bad I feel for doing this to you. I never knew it would go this far. Calvin laid it all out. Us meeting, the expansion to Bodog here in New Jersey, you falling in love with me, everything. He told me what you liked, your strengths and weaknesses, and kept telling me that the goal was to keep your eyes on the prize: the Eastern Heavyweight Championship. The plan was for me to continue being your secretary and for you to bring unheard of publicity to Bodog Sports after being promoted to President of PR. I know it might look like you’re just a pawn in some sort of grand scheme, but Calvin just wanted to help you out.”
John sat there and stared at Julia intently. She sunk down on the couch a little, worried at what John’s reaction might be. She definitely didn’t expect what happened next. Instead of bursting out into a rage, John began clapping his hands and smiling.
“You’ve done well Julia, but I think it’s time I fill you in on something. Calvin wasn’t paying you to be a motivational factor for me at all. At first you were just going to be a secretary, but when I proved myself in the ring and was announced the number one contender to Zevon’s title, Calvin and I agreed that building up my match was crucial. The promotion was Calvin’s idea, the proposal was mine. Neither of us expected you to accept, especially with you under the impression that your purpose was to simply keep me on track. Once we raised the stakes to such ridiculous levels, I had put myself into a position where I had the entire crowd behind me. I went out there so determined that I won by a freaking rollup after a mere few minutes and became champion! The whole deal with framing David Hunter was to promote last week’s match that has spurred a feud between Cormac and the Hunters. Calvin and I have basically given POW: New England what they lacked: direction. Captivating developments that will keep the fans interested. Everyone has a role to play Julia, and you played yours exceptionally well. For that I congratulate you.”
Julia sat stunned. She wasn’t the player, she was the played!
“And now we continue the fun. This weekend when I face off with newcomer Dr. Phate, I’ll go out there with peace of mind and no worries. With only the match to think of, nothing will distract me and Dr. Phate will be handed a swift defeat at the hands of the new champion. The favor I must now ask of you however is that you forgive me for using you like that. I really do care about you, but like you said, we aren’t exactly compatible on that level.”
“Wow.”
“Now tomorrow I’m making my first public appearance outside of a POW ring as Eastern Heavyweight Champion. I want you to come with me. I still need your help.”
“You aren’t going to propose again are you?”
“No, but you and I need to get back on the same page, and quick. In case you haven’t heard, JR Zevon gets a rematch against me at Ocean City Slam, and in a cage match.”
“What exactly do you mean by being on the same page then?”
“Ok… here’s my idea… “
