Post by John Anthony on Jul 5, 2007 17:29:06 GMT -6
DVD Taping Role Play #2
/*\ Holding It All Together /*\
Anger wasn’t quite the word.
John stormed out of his office door into the living room of his suite on the 39th floor of the Belarose Hotel. Daniel had been taking a nap on the sofa after going through the latest numbers for the July 4th spreads. He and Julia had put in a near 16 hour day working the holiday and keeping things under wraps. It’s difficult to do when people are constantly calling in, desperate to win back the fortunes they’ve lost, looking for advice from any corner of the world. Last resort betters were always difficult to work with. They had already lost so much and only sought to regain, willing to bet anything from the mortgage to pawning their wedding ring. John had always wished people would be responsible, but this is America after all. The land where a dollar can win you over two-hundred million, but with odds of 1 in 72,000,000. Who’d think it’d be so difficult to pick six numbers that might show up on little balls?
Daniel jumped up as John stormed into the room. Wiping his eyes, he tried to focus as John paced back and forth grasping a clear jewel case with an unmarked DVD within it. Yawning, Daniel began to speak.
“John… what’s wr…”
“I can’t believe it! Zevon not only has the audacity to refer to Julia as a prostitute, but now he’s trying to ambush my plans of turning Red, White, and Bruised into a monumental event that will forever be remembered!”
“What are yo…”
“This DVD Daniel. It’s a recording of JR Zevon in his shack of a house mouthing off to reporters. I thought nothing of it at first, but if Julia sees this interview than everything I’ve prepared will be shot down in a heartbeat!”
“John. What are you going on about? I mean if he called her a prostitute than I understand you being upset, but what am I missing?”
John realized there were only three people aware of his intentions this Sunday; himself, Calvin Ayre, and the diamond salesman who crafted the breathtaking ring stashed safely in John’s office. Well, actually, it was almost common knowledge thanks to the loose lips of one JR Zevon.
“This weekend there’s more than a title at stake Daniel. If I walk out of that arena with gold around my waist than everything changes. Calvin has promised me a promotion to President of Public Relations and I’ve confessed my intentions of proposing to Julia right there in the middle of the ring.”
Daniel’s jaw hung open for a moment as his eyes grew. John sighed and rolled his eyes. He had just gone through this with Calvin, he really didn’t feel like going through it with Daniel at the moment.
“But Zevon is trying to sabotage everything. Not only does he dismiss the woman who means the world to me as nothing more than a ‘disgrace,’ he announced my plans for proposal to the media! Here in my hand sits a DVD copy of that interview. I have GOT to make sure Julia does not see or hear about Zevon’s words or what I have planned for Sunday. I thought I had this planned out perfectly Daniel!”
John crashed down on his recliner and lay his head back staring at the ceiling. He looked at the unmarked DVD in his hand before throwing it across the room. The jewel case broke into multiple pieces as the DVD began to spin around on the floor before slowing to a stop.
“John, Julia has been extremely busy lately with the Independence Day spreads. I’ll keep her occupied as best possible at work, but that’s all I can do. We fly out Friday night for Philly, so from there it’s up to you.”
“That’s fine, and thank you Daniel. Give me tonight and tomorrow to finish my preparations for this weekend and then I’ll take over from there. Julia and I will have the perfect weekend together and it will culminate into a moment that I refuse to let that thief ruin. You know, it’s funny actually. Zevon refers to me as a criminal due to my profession. I see him as the criminal. Zevon is a man who steals from the fans of POW: New England every week. He steals from the very federation he wrestles for by spitting out words like “integrity” while truly at heart he proves to be nothing more than an Anti-American communist. A man whose morals reach as high as the dirt you and I walk on and whose idea of a champion is someone who insults the birthday of our nation! Does POW: New England truly want to be represented by this man anymore? This weekend I won’t be the criminal; I’ll be the savior. I’ll save POW: New England from their lackluster champion. I’ll save the Eastern Heavyweight Championship from its slipping public image. I’ll save the fans from an underhanded tactician who steals their money and only exits that black curtain for a paycheck and the perverted thrill he gets from pissing off all those in attendance.”
John jumped up from his sofa and whipped out his cell phone. Daniel couldn’t see which number John held down, and his curiosity built to see whom John was calling. A few moments later, someone apparently answered.
“Julia! Daniel tells me life is hectic at the office after yesterday. Yes… I can imagine. Listen, go ahead and wrap things up. I’m gonna pick you up in one hour for dinner, does that sound ok? No… don’t worry about the paperwork. No… not that either. Listen, just literally pass it off to someone or leave it to be done later. I already have the perfect place in mind. It’s a surprise of course. Ok, I’ll pick you up from your place in an hour. Take care.”
Daniel chimed in, asking where John planned to take her.
“On to more important things Daniel. I want you to do me a favor. Look into this ‘Juana’ person that Zevon harbors in his house. If he wants to call me a criminal, then I’m going to return fire. I want a full blown investigation on her and Zevon’s employment of her. If you find anything fishy, anything suspicious, then I want the tabloids to know that POW: New England’s oh-so-glorious champion is a slave owner.”
For the second time in the past ten minutes, Daniel stood speechless with his jaw gaping. John was really getting tired of that expression.
/*\ Holding It All Together /*\
Anger wasn’t quite the word.
John stormed out of his office door into the living room of his suite on the 39th floor of the Belarose Hotel. Daniel had been taking a nap on the sofa after going through the latest numbers for the July 4th spreads. He and Julia had put in a near 16 hour day working the holiday and keeping things under wraps. It’s difficult to do when people are constantly calling in, desperate to win back the fortunes they’ve lost, looking for advice from any corner of the world. Last resort betters were always difficult to work with. They had already lost so much and only sought to regain, willing to bet anything from the mortgage to pawning their wedding ring. John had always wished people would be responsible, but this is America after all. The land where a dollar can win you over two-hundred million, but with odds of 1 in 72,000,000. Who’d think it’d be so difficult to pick six numbers that might show up on little balls?
Daniel jumped up as John stormed into the room. Wiping his eyes, he tried to focus as John paced back and forth grasping a clear jewel case with an unmarked DVD within it. Yawning, Daniel began to speak.
“John… what’s wr…”
“I can’t believe it! Zevon not only has the audacity to refer to Julia as a prostitute, but now he’s trying to ambush my plans of turning Red, White, and Bruised into a monumental event that will forever be remembered!”
“What are yo…”
“This DVD Daniel. It’s a recording of JR Zevon in his shack of a house mouthing off to reporters. I thought nothing of it at first, but if Julia sees this interview than everything I’ve prepared will be shot down in a heartbeat!”
“John. What are you going on about? I mean if he called her a prostitute than I understand you being upset, but what am I missing?”
John realized there were only three people aware of his intentions this Sunday; himself, Calvin Ayre, and the diamond salesman who crafted the breathtaking ring stashed safely in John’s office. Well, actually, it was almost common knowledge thanks to the loose lips of one JR Zevon.
“This weekend there’s more than a title at stake Daniel. If I walk out of that arena with gold around my waist than everything changes. Calvin has promised me a promotion to President of Public Relations and I’ve confessed my intentions of proposing to Julia right there in the middle of the ring.”
Daniel’s jaw hung open for a moment as his eyes grew. John sighed and rolled his eyes. He had just gone through this with Calvin, he really didn’t feel like going through it with Daniel at the moment.
“But Zevon is trying to sabotage everything. Not only does he dismiss the woman who means the world to me as nothing more than a ‘disgrace,’ he announced my plans for proposal to the media! Here in my hand sits a DVD copy of that interview. I have GOT to make sure Julia does not see or hear about Zevon’s words or what I have planned for Sunday. I thought I had this planned out perfectly Daniel!”
John crashed down on his recliner and lay his head back staring at the ceiling. He looked at the unmarked DVD in his hand before throwing it across the room. The jewel case broke into multiple pieces as the DVD began to spin around on the floor before slowing to a stop.
“John, Julia has been extremely busy lately with the Independence Day spreads. I’ll keep her occupied as best possible at work, but that’s all I can do. We fly out Friday night for Philly, so from there it’s up to you.”
“That’s fine, and thank you Daniel. Give me tonight and tomorrow to finish my preparations for this weekend and then I’ll take over from there. Julia and I will have the perfect weekend together and it will culminate into a moment that I refuse to let that thief ruin. You know, it’s funny actually. Zevon refers to me as a criminal due to my profession. I see him as the criminal. Zevon is a man who steals from the fans of POW: New England every week. He steals from the very federation he wrestles for by spitting out words like “integrity” while truly at heart he proves to be nothing more than an Anti-American communist. A man whose morals reach as high as the dirt you and I walk on and whose idea of a champion is someone who insults the birthday of our nation! Does POW: New England truly want to be represented by this man anymore? This weekend I won’t be the criminal; I’ll be the savior. I’ll save POW: New England from their lackluster champion. I’ll save the Eastern Heavyweight Championship from its slipping public image. I’ll save the fans from an underhanded tactician who steals their money and only exits that black curtain for a paycheck and the perverted thrill he gets from pissing off all those in attendance.”
John jumped up from his sofa and whipped out his cell phone. Daniel couldn’t see which number John held down, and his curiosity built to see whom John was calling. A few moments later, someone apparently answered.
“Julia! Daniel tells me life is hectic at the office after yesterday. Yes… I can imagine. Listen, go ahead and wrap things up. I’m gonna pick you up in one hour for dinner, does that sound ok? No… don’t worry about the paperwork. No… not that either. Listen, just literally pass it off to someone or leave it to be done later. I already have the perfect place in mind. It’s a surprise of course. Ok, I’ll pick you up from your place in an hour. Take care.”
Daniel chimed in, asking where John planned to take her.
“On to more important things Daniel. I want you to do me a favor. Look into this ‘Juana’ person that Zevon harbors in his house. If he wants to call me a criminal, then I’m going to return fire. I want a full blown investigation on her and Zevon’s employment of her. If you find anything fishy, anything suspicious, then I want the tabloids to know that POW: New England’s oh-so-glorious champion is a slave owner.”
For the second time in the past ten minutes, Daniel stood speechless with his jaw gaping. John was really getting tired of that expression.
