Post by John Anthony on Jul 3, 2007 17:39:13 GMT -6
DVD Taping Role Play #1
/*\ Propositions and Proposals /*\[/color]
It had been a while since John Anthony had sat across from his boss Calvin Ayre. In fact, the last time these two sat in the same room for a chit-chat the result included two bloodied noses, a black eye, some broken furniture, and a ruined casual suit. Now the two sat across from each other at Calvin’s desk in Beverly Hills. John missed the atmosphere of working within the heart of Bodog, the nation’s largest sports betting company, but the rewards of leaving for POW: New England were more than worth it. Calvin sat stern in his leather chair as he squinted his eyes in thought. John was kicked back wearing a Hawaiian button-up shirt and a pair of slacks. He was taking the week off from his duties as bookie to prepare for his monumental match this weekend. Calvin was slightly perturbed by John’s casual stance considering the importance of where they stood at the moment, but he would forgive him. After all, John’s success in the world of professional wrestling had helped spark even more interest in Bodog and stocks had risen a hefty 13% in the past two months.
“So John, it’s been a crazy three months has it not? You’ve expanded Bodog Sports into New Jersey and have an entire fleet of employees working for you. Daniel and Julia have both proven to be assets to you and I and now your extracurricular activities have a chance to pay off as well!”
John sat up straight, his facial expression matching the business-like grimace of Calvin Ayre.
“Actually, I consider my job as bookie to be my extracurricular activity.”
“Understandable. Wrestling has given you the things that working for me cannot. I can write you a six-figure paycheck, put you in an ’07 Benz, and give you the keys to the greatest penthouse in Trenton, New Jersey, but alas I cannot beckon thousands of fans to scream your name. I cannot give you the adrenaline rush of pinning an opponent before the masses and being declared heavyweight champion. However, I do have a proposition. As you know, I’m a motivator.”
Both men sat silent for a moment. The last time Calvin tried to motivate John, that aforementioned fight broke out approximate three minutes later. Hopefully this time they could at least wait a good five minute before breaking each other.
“But my tactics have changed. No more underhanded schemes to motivate you John. It’s time I give you what you deserve, and that’s the chance to be in the spotlight. Not just as POW: New England’s champion, but as Bodog’s President of Public Relations. If you win this title this weekend, you’ll never have to guess the odds of a sporting event again. No more pouring over news clippings and stat books. No more twiddling thumbs to see if your spreads hold or if you ruin your reputation as a bookie. Those are all things of the past for you should you carry that belt home this weekend. I’ll make you the poster boy for Bodog Sports. You’ll become a national phenomenon! Your charisma will carry Bodog Sports to new heights and the publicity from this venture will also serve POW: New England rather well. Imagine their popularity as their new heavyweight champion becomes a household name across the nation? I’m talking appearances in magazines, Sportscenter, Monday Night Football, the works! And I can do it John. All you have to do is win this weekend. You come into this office next Monday with gold around your waste and the keys to heaven will be handed to you.”
Calvin, satisfied with himself, sat back and grinned. John loved the sound of national stardom. He loved the idea of bringing publicity to POW: New England. And boy did he love the sound of not having to be a bookie anymore. In fact, that opened the doors for another venture he planned on embarking on.
“Calvin, thank you. I can’t say it enough for everything you’ve given me throughout this. I wouldn’t have the opportunity to wrestle for POW: New England, or anyone, without your assistance. We’ve expanded this business and now we have a chance to take it to heights unseen. However, and there is always a however, I want to fill you in on something. Should I win this weekend… should I hold that Heavyweight Title above my head before the fans at Red, White, and Bruised, my next move will be to fall to one knee.”
Calvin raised an eyebrow confused. He wasn’t quite sure what John was suggesting and watched patiently as John reaches into his front pocket. John pulled out a small, black, velvet looking box and looked down at it. He flipped the top cover off to show an extravagant silver band with a pyramid-shaped diamond protruding out of it. Even in the dull lighting of the office room, the ring shone with the light of the sun.
“With gold around my shoulder, I’ll take a knee in the ring before all of POW: New England. I’ll call Julia Sven into the squared circle and have the referee bring me this ring. And there, in front of all of the cameras, in front of all of my fans and enemies, I’ll take the biggest risk of my life when I ask Julia to marry me.”
Calvin’s jaw dropped halfway to the floor. Ok, not literally, but you can imagine his surprise to hear such news.
“John! You just met this girl two months ago! Hell, I set up the arrangement!”
“Indeed you did Calvin. You put her in that restaurant for me to find. Are you doubting your own judgment? That seems slightly uncharacteristic of you my friend.
“She was put there to be your secretary, not wife! This isn’t a sporting event John. You can’t make a spread on the winner or loser in marriage. There aren’t double-or-nothing or prop bets to save your ass if you’re wrong. And you can’t call a 1-900 number to get weekend advice for $4.99 a minute!”
“I know Calvin, and believe me, I’ve thought this through. I’ve made a living off of timely decisions. I have to make calls that millions of dollars ride on with only a week’s worth of knowledge. I’m prepared for this, and this opportunity is perfect! I have a chance to win the Eastern Heavyweight Championship. POW: New England has a chance to strap the gold around the waist of a respectable champion who doesn’t hide behind tag team partners, loopholes, and other various form of mischief. With the promotion to President of Public Relations, I’d have the time to spend with Julia and spend as a wrestler. I couldn’t ask for anything more!”
Calvin crossed his arms and leaned back. John Anthony sat, anxious like a child asking his parents for a new puppy dog. And like most children, he had prepared a response should Calvin say no. Luckily, thanks to a maturity and about twenty years of living experience, his plans didn’t include stomping off and crying on a pillow. Calvin held his hands out in surrender.
“Very well John. You go out there this Sunday. You go out there and put on the greatest show of your life. You put every damned ounce of yourself into that match and come out victorious. When you do, you’ll have the championship, you’ll have your promotion, and you’ll have your opportunity to propose. As you can see, there’s quite a lot riding on your shoulders this weekend.”
John jumped out of his seat and extended his hand. The two businessmen shook hands, one obviously more confident than the other in what just went down. Calvin released his grip and sat back as John headed towards the door. Calvin stopped him and spoke up again.
“That’s a lot of pressure you know.”
John turned back to him as he put on his pair of shades.
“Yeah, you’ve always been a great motivator Calvin.”
With that he exited the office. There was a lot, and I mean A LOT to get ready for.
/*\ Propositions and Proposals /*\[/color]
It had been a while since John Anthony had sat across from his boss Calvin Ayre. In fact, the last time these two sat in the same room for a chit-chat the result included two bloodied noses, a black eye, some broken furniture, and a ruined casual suit. Now the two sat across from each other at Calvin’s desk in Beverly Hills. John missed the atmosphere of working within the heart of Bodog, the nation’s largest sports betting company, but the rewards of leaving for POW: New England were more than worth it. Calvin sat stern in his leather chair as he squinted his eyes in thought. John was kicked back wearing a Hawaiian button-up shirt and a pair of slacks. He was taking the week off from his duties as bookie to prepare for his monumental match this weekend. Calvin was slightly perturbed by John’s casual stance considering the importance of where they stood at the moment, but he would forgive him. After all, John’s success in the world of professional wrestling had helped spark even more interest in Bodog and stocks had risen a hefty 13% in the past two months.
“So John, it’s been a crazy three months has it not? You’ve expanded Bodog Sports into New Jersey and have an entire fleet of employees working for you. Daniel and Julia have both proven to be assets to you and I and now your extracurricular activities have a chance to pay off as well!”
John sat up straight, his facial expression matching the business-like grimace of Calvin Ayre.
“Actually, I consider my job as bookie to be my extracurricular activity.”
“Understandable. Wrestling has given you the things that working for me cannot. I can write you a six-figure paycheck, put you in an ’07 Benz, and give you the keys to the greatest penthouse in Trenton, New Jersey, but alas I cannot beckon thousands of fans to scream your name. I cannot give you the adrenaline rush of pinning an opponent before the masses and being declared heavyweight champion. However, I do have a proposition. As you know, I’m a motivator.”
Both men sat silent for a moment. The last time Calvin tried to motivate John, that aforementioned fight broke out approximate three minutes later. Hopefully this time they could at least wait a good five minute before breaking each other.
“But my tactics have changed. No more underhanded schemes to motivate you John. It’s time I give you what you deserve, and that’s the chance to be in the spotlight. Not just as POW: New England’s champion, but as Bodog’s President of Public Relations. If you win this title this weekend, you’ll never have to guess the odds of a sporting event again. No more pouring over news clippings and stat books. No more twiddling thumbs to see if your spreads hold or if you ruin your reputation as a bookie. Those are all things of the past for you should you carry that belt home this weekend. I’ll make you the poster boy for Bodog Sports. You’ll become a national phenomenon! Your charisma will carry Bodog Sports to new heights and the publicity from this venture will also serve POW: New England rather well. Imagine their popularity as their new heavyweight champion becomes a household name across the nation? I’m talking appearances in magazines, Sportscenter, Monday Night Football, the works! And I can do it John. All you have to do is win this weekend. You come into this office next Monday with gold around your waste and the keys to heaven will be handed to you.”
Calvin, satisfied with himself, sat back and grinned. John loved the sound of national stardom. He loved the idea of bringing publicity to POW: New England. And boy did he love the sound of not having to be a bookie anymore. In fact, that opened the doors for another venture he planned on embarking on.
“Calvin, thank you. I can’t say it enough for everything you’ve given me throughout this. I wouldn’t have the opportunity to wrestle for POW: New England, or anyone, without your assistance. We’ve expanded this business and now we have a chance to take it to heights unseen. However, and there is always a however, I want to fill you in on something. Should I win this weekend… should I hold that Heavyweight Title above my head before the fans at Red, White, and Bruised, my next move will be to fall to one knee.”
Calvin raised an eyebrow confused. He wasn’t quite sure what John was suggesting and watched patiently as John reaches into his front pocket. John pulled out a small, black, velvet looking box and looked down at it. He flipped the top cover off to show an extravagant silver band with a pyramid-shaped diamond protruding out of it. Even in the dull lighting of the office room, the ring shone with the light of the sun.
“With gold around my shoulder, I’ll take a knee in the ring before all of POW: New England. I’ll call Julia Sven into the squared circle and have the referee bring me this ring. And there, in front of all of the cameras, in front of all of my fans and enemies, I’ll take the biggest risk of my life when I ask Julia to marry me.”
Calvin’s jaw dropped halfway to the floor. Ok, not literally, but you can imagine his surprise to hear such news.
“John! You just met this girl two months ago! Hell, I set up the arrangement!”
“Indeed you did Calvin. You put her in that restaurant for me to find. Are you doubting your own judgment? That seems slightly uncharacteristic of you my friend.
“She was put there to be your secretary, not wife! This isn’t a sporting event John. You can’t make a spread on the winner or loser in marriage. There aren’t double-or-nothing or prop bets to save your ass if you’re wrong. And you can’t call a 1-900 number to get weekend advice for $4.99 a minute!”
“I know Calvin, and believe me, I’ve thought this through. I’ve made a living off of timely decisions. I have to make calls that millions of dollars ride on with only a week’s worth of knowledge. I’m prepared for this, and this opportunity is perfect! I have a chance to win the Eastern Heavyweight Championship. POW: New England has a chance to strap the gold around the waist of a respectable champion who doesn’t hide behind tag team partners, loopholes, and other various form of mischief. With the promotion to President of Public Relations, I’d have the time to spend with Julia and spend as a wrestler. I couldn’t ask for anything more!”
Calvin crossed his arms and leaned back. John Anthony sat, anxious like a child asking his parents for a new puppy dog. And like most children, he had prepared a response should Calvin say no. Luckily, thanks to a maturity and about twenty years of living experience, his plans didn’t include stomping off and crying on a pillow. Calvin held his hands out in surrender.
“Very well John. You go out there this Sunday. You go out there and put on the greatest show of your life. You put every damned ounce of yourself into that match and come out victorious. When you do, you’ll have the championship, you’ll have your promotion, and you’ll have your opportunity to propose. As you can see, there’s quite a lot riding on your shoulders this weekend.”
John jumped out of his seat and extended his hand. The two businessmen shook hands, one obviously more confident than the other in what just went down. Calvin released his grip and sat back as John headed towards the door. Calvin stopped him and spoke up again.
“That’s a lot of pressure you know.”
John turned back to him as he put on his pair of shades.
“Yeah, you’ve always been a great motivator Calvin.”
With that he exited the office. There was a lot, and I mean A LOT to get ready for.
