Post by John Anthony on May 24, 2007 22:36:37 GMT -6
Weekly Role play #2
/*\ A Change in Plans /*\
John Anthony threw a stack of papers down on his desk in front of Daniel, obviously in distaste. The sun shone bright through the opened shades of John’s office window and he slammed them shut before turning his attention back to the sprawled papers.
John: “Can you believe this Daniel? The Mighty Ducks are favored to win the Stanley Cup! My odds that I sent in to Calvin put the Senators as favorites by a goal, and now this? Remind me to stick to football next time.”
Sure enough, Daniel glanced down at the abused papers to see the headline “Anaheim Mighty Ducks Storm into Stanley Cup Finals as Favorites!” He couldn’t help but feel slightly relieved that John’s source of anger was a simple miscalculation, but he began to wonder if John had even read the latest POW: New England newsletter.
Daniel: “Umm, sir, by chance… have you read the interview carried out recently with JR Zevon?”
John: “No, I can’t say that I have. Anything important?”
Daniel hesitated before responding.
Daniel: “Well, it appears that his initial plans may be to… avoid fighting.”
John: “Avoid fighting? He’s in a tag match against myself and Combat Soldier. What’s he going to do? Dodge Victor’s tags?”
Daniel: “Something like that. Apparently he feels that while you and Combat Soldier have potential, he has no real reason to step in the ring with either of you. He’s waving around his new guidelines around like a political agenda and ranting about bringing integrity to the belt. The good news is that this weekend could potentially be more like a handicap match.”
John: “Daniel Daniel Daniel. That won’t cut it. Zevon needs to realize I’m not after him or even his title this weekend. Like I told that rapid fire reporter a few days ago, this weekend is about building steam for Over in Dover. We have to get the crowd into it this weekend by putting on one hell of a main event! Zevon can worry about his title requirements and such when the time comes.”
Daniel: “He might see it differently. If you or Combat Soldier were to personally pin him for the three count it could signify a desire for his championship gold. Avoiding such a circumstance is to his benefit if he doesn’t wish to defend it without his requirements first being fulfilled.”
After Daniel’s words, John squinted his eyes and raised his hand to his forehead in both thought and frustration. So one week after Mick Cormac avoided his one-on-one matchup with John, the heavyweight champion himself planned to attempt the same. Sure it could be a ploy in order to take John off of his game, but that seemed even more absurd than Zevon loafing around outside the ring whilst the rest of POW: New England earned their keep. Stack this on top of the NHL news and John decided he needed a drink.
John: “Daniel, call the front desk and ask them to get in touch with the nearest winery. I’m going to need them to pick up a purchase.”
Daniel: “Sir, might I recommend against it? We all saw what happened to Mick Cormac after he decided a drink or two would get him through his problems.”
John: “I said the local winery Daniel. I plan to order a fine champagne, not twenty consecutive pints of Guinness!”
Daniel realized it was best for him to simply carry out the request and not say anything else. As he walked out, John massaged his temples before plopping down onto his chair and spinning away from his desk. He opened his blinds again and let the afternoon sun hit him in the face. He needed a plan. A way to make this work one way or another. Fact is: he needed this match. John would gain nothing from pulling out a two-on-one victory this weekend. After his showing in the Gut Check Gauntlet, he knew he needed one more big push to get him the opportunity he needed. Mick Cormac appeared to be that opportunity, but that dream died quickly. Now a tag team match with JR Zevon one week before the Super DVD event felt like nothing less than a gift in golden wrapping. That was becoming more of a hope than a certainty however. This couldn’t happen twice in a row. There simply had to be a way of making sure that regardless of Zevon’s decision, John got the exposure he needed to roll his way into Over in Dover on a full head of steam.
A few minutes later Daniel walked back into John’s office to see him furiously flipping through his daily planner.
John: “Daniel, forget the order. Call the pilot and tell him to have my Learjet ready within the hour.”
Daniel: “Within… wait… WHAT?”
John: “The plane. Within an hour. We’re moving ahead of schedule by about 48 hours. And tell Julia to call around in Fairfield to find us a hotel and a rental car. I’m sure she can get us what we need.”
Daniel: “John… this is crazy. We had everything planned for a Saturday evening departure, not a Thursday afternoon one! Would you at least fill me in on what you’re planning?”
John: “I’ll explain when everything’s set. Right now I have some phone calls to make myself. Just believe me and get things rolling. I want to be on that plane in ninety minutes on my way to Fairfield, Maine.”
Daniel hurried out of the room to phone Julia and John’s personal pilot. The Learjet was stationed at least thirty minutes away from the nearest airport and Daniel had no idea what the pilot was even up to at this time of day.
Meanwhile John pulled out his cell phone and called the Bodog office in Beverly Hills. Calvin’s secretary picked up the phone and John informed her that he needed to get his hands on a phone number. Obviously she questioned his reasons, but he insisted it was important and she knew both Calvin and John were accustomed to having their requests met in a prompt fashion. She delivered, he thanked her, and held the red “END” button on his phone. Directly afterwards he punched in the requested number and waited patiently.
Office Lady: “Thank you for calling the office of county commissioner Paul Hatch. May I help you?”
John: “Yes. This is John Anthony, sports advisor for Bodog Sports out of Beverly Hills, California. Could you please inform Mr. Hatch that I have a business proposal to offer him and leave him my personal number so that he might contact me? It just so happens that I’ll be paying a visit to the Somerset County area tomorrow and I have an idea to help get the small town of Fairfield some publicity.”
Office Lady: “I sure can. And you said your name was John Anthony?”
John: “Yes ma’am, and thank you dearly.”
John snapped his phone shut. That took care of step one. Now it was time to fly before hopefully a face-to-face with the county commissioner. John’s plan? A little “pep rally” before POW: New England marched into Fairfield for the show Sunday. Along with a few… promises… on John’s part.
/*\ A Change in Plans /*\
John Anthony threw a stack of papers down on his desk in front of Daniel, obviously in distaste. The sun shone bright through the opened shades of John’s office window and he slammed them shut before turning his attention back to the sprawled papers.
John: “Can you believe this Daniel? The Mighty Ducks are favored to win the Stanley Cup! My odds that I sent in to Calvin put the Senators as favorites by a goal, and now this? Remind me to stick to football next time.”
Sure enough, Daniel glanced down at the abused papers to see the headline “Anaheim Mighty Ducks Storm into Stanley Cup Finals as Favorites!” He couldn’t help but feel slightly relieved that John’s source of anger was a simple miscalculation, but he began to wonder if John had even read the latest POW: New England newsletter.
Daniel: “Umm, sir, by chance… have you read the interview carried out recently with JR Zevon?”
John: “No, I can’t say that I have. Anything important?”
Daniel hesitated before responding.
Daniel: “Well, it appears that his initial plans may be to… avoid fighting.”
John: “Avoid fighting? He’s in a tag match against myself and Combat Soldier. What’s he going to do? Dodge Victor’s tags?”
Daniel: “Something like that. Apparently he feels that while you and Combat Soldier have potential, he has no real reason to step in the ring with either of you. He’s waving around his new guidelines around like a political agenda and ranting about bringing integrity to the belt. The good news is that this weekend could potentially be more like a handicap match.”
John: “Daniel Daniel Daniel. That won’t cut it. Zevon needs to realize I’m not after him or even his title this weekend. Like I told that rapid fire reporter a few days ago, this weekend is about building steam for Over in Dover. We have to get the crowd into it this weekend by putting on one hell of a main event! Zevon can worry about his title requirements and such when the time comes.”
Daniel: “He might see it differently. If you or Combat Soldier were to personally pin him for the three count it could signify a desire for his championship gold. Avoiding such a circumstance is to his benefit if he doesn’t wish to defend it without his requirements first being fulfilled.”
After Daniel’s words, John squinted his eyes and raised his hand to his forehead in both thought and frustration. So one week after Mick Cormac avoided his one-on-one matchup with John, the heavyweight champion himself planned to attempt the same. Sure it could be a ploy in order to take John off of his game, but that seemed even more absurd than Zevon loafing around outside the ring whilst the rest of POW: New England earned their keep. Stack this on top of the NHL news and John decided he needed a drink.
John: “Daniel, call the front desk and ask them to get in touch with the nearest winery. I’m going to need them to pick up a purchase.”
Daniel: “Sir, might I recommend against it? We all saw what happened to Mick Cormac after he decided a drink or two would get him through his problems.”
John: “I said the local winery Daniel. I plan to order a fine champagne, not twenty consecutive pints of Guinness!”
Daniel realized it was best for him to simply carry out the request and not say anything else. As he walked out, John massaged his temples before plopping down onto his chair and spinning away from his desk. He opened his blinds again and let the afternoon sun hit him in the face. He needed a plan. A way to make this work one way or another. Fact is: he needed this match. John would gain nothing from pulling out a two-on-one victory this weekend. After his showing in the Gut Check Gauntlet, he knew he needed one more big push to get him the opportunity he needed. Mick Cormac appeared to be that opportunity, but that dream died quickly. Now a tag team match with JR Zevon one week before the Super DVD event felt like nothing less than a gift in golden wrapping. That was becoming more of a hope than a certainty however. This couldn’t happen twice in a row. There simply had to be a way of making sure that regardless of Zevon’s decision, John got the exposure he needed to roll his way into Over in Dover on a full head of steam.
A few minutes later Daniel walked back into John’s office to see him furiously flipping through his daily planner.
John: “Daniel, forget the order. Call the pilot and tell him to have my Learjet ready within the hour.”
Daniel: “Within… wait… WHAT?”
John: “The plane. Within an hour. We’re moving ahead of schedule by about 48 hours. And tell Julia to call around in Fairfield to find us a hotel and a rental car. I’m sure she can get us what we need.”
Daniel: “John… this is crazy. We had everything planned for a Saturday evening departure, not a Thursday afternoon one! Would you at least fill me in on what you’re planning?”
John: “I’ll explain when everything’s set. Right now I have some phone calls to make myself. Just believe me and get things rolling. I want to be on that plane in ninety minutes on my way to Fairfield, Maine.”
Daniel hurried out of the room to phone Julia and John’s personal pilot. The Learjet was stationed at least thirty minutes away from the nearest airport and Daniel had no idea what the pilot was even up to at this time of day.
Meanwhile John pulled out his cell phone and called the Bodog office in Beverly Hills. Calvin’s secretary picked up the phone and John informed her that he needed to get his hands on a phone number. Obviously she questioned his reasons, but he insisted it was important and she knew both Calvin and John were accustomed to having their requests met in a prompt fashion. She delivered, he thanked her, and held the red “END” button on his phone. Directly afterwards he punched in the requested number and waited patiently.
Office Lady: “Thank you for calling the office of county commissioner Paul Hatch. May I help you?”
John: “Yes. This is John Anthony, sports advisor for Bodog Sports out of Beverly Hills, California. Could you please inform Mr. Hatch that I have a business proposal to offer him and leave him my personal number so that he might contact me? It just so happens that I’ll be paying a visit to the Somerset County area tomorrow and I have an idea to help get the small town of Fairfield some publicity.”
Office Lady: “I sure can. And you said your name was John Anthony?”
John: “Yes ma’am, and thank you dearly.”
John snapped his phone shut. That took care of step one. Now it was time to fly before hopefully a face-to-face with the county commissioner. John’s plan? A little “pep rally” before POW: New England marched into Fairfield for the show Sunday. Along with a few… promises… on John’s part.
