Post by John Anthony on May 1, 2007 19:01:21 GMT -6
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/*\ I Can Only Show You The Door Part 2 /*\
“Mr. Anthony, your tape was delivered this morning and all things on this front look just fine,” Daniel stated.
John was in the process of an evening run on his treadmill as he watched Sportscenter on the television spurting from the corner of the room. Saying John had a television in every possible location of the suite would hardly be an understatement. He continued trekking along as he pointed the remote at the TV and shut it off. Panting slightly, and with a less than fashionable amount of sweat running down his chest, John spoke in quick sentences.
“Good, but there’s a problem. See. The tape went well. Excellent really. But now I have to back it up. I walked the walk. Gotta talk the talk. Sunday.”
A beeper went off from the machine alerting John that he had traversed a perfect five miles. He twisted the knob on the left to reduce the speed to a slow walk and grasped the handles as his legs tried to adapt back to walking after an hour of running. John wiped his face down with a clean towel and turned his attention back to Daniel.
“I think I got ahead of myself during that video. I recall making a statement along the lines of ‘I’d rather come out first and fight through nine opponents’ or something. I’ve had a chance to re-evaluate that position,” he said laughing.
Daniel understood what he was saying clearly. This wasn’t an elimination style match where all ten competitors would be in the ring and one could recollect himself while others did battle. This was a series of one versus one matches and running the gauntlet against such a lineup would be nearly impossible.
“Instead of hoping to come out first, the better game plan would be to just accept my position, fight my battles one at a time, and see where it gets me. It really is a shame that I’ve got no control over when I emerge, but that’s a part of this business that you can’t control.”
Daniel began thinking, and John could tell he was looking for a solution to his dilemma, but there wasn’t one to be found. If he came out first Sunday night, he was as good as done unless some miracle happened. He had to prepare for as much as possible, fight wisely in the ring, and try to conserve whatever he could. However with each competitor fighting for the same prize, being too cautious could easily lead to defeat.
“You know John, you do have a few advantages that you can utilize this Sunday,” Daniel began.
John definitely appeared interested, so he continued; “Look at who you’ll potentially be facing. Three of them, the members of Manos Del Muerte, have never battled in solo matches, only in the tag scene. Together they may stand as a defiant force, but apart you can pick at individual weaknesses. Armstrong will be making his POW debut at a Super DVD event, so you know that’ll play an effect. Trent Hudson is in the same boat. Buddy Love and Toro Verde have more ring experience than you do, but you can out wrestle them one on one, I guarantee it. You could face off against Jack Greaves again, but you handled that well the first time around.”
John interrupted; “To be fair, he didn’t seem himself that night. If I face him again, I see it being different.”
“But with the same outcome?” questioned Daniel with a smile.
John tried to stifle a chuckle for that whole ‘don’t be cocky and overconfident’ bit. To be quite honest, he looked forward to potentially facing off against the “Rana King” again this Sunday.
“And then Judith Orestes is the other competitor on the card. While he’s definitely a high flying threat, he only weighs in at 115 pounds. I’m sure you can brute force your way through that one if necessary.”
John walked over to the restroom and splashed water in his face. The refreshing feeling of cold water cascading over his skin after a run like that was always a moment of pure bliss. His stomach growled in protest of being rather empty at the moment, but John set that need aside and maintained his focus. Gazing into the mirror, he saw a look of determination in his expression. The man staring back was just who he’d hoped; the successful, talented, and cunning John Anthony. He knew a level head was of the utmost importance, but a little confidence never hurt either. This Sunday the stage was set for all of POW: New England to prove themselves, to put on a show that would solidify the expansion federation’s place in the world of wrestling. On a smaller frame of reference it was also John’s chance to prove he wasn’t a ‘one-and-done’ wrestler, that he finished what he started. Maybe he did have a chance this weekend to hold the Gut Check trophy in the air. Maybe he could actually back up his words.
/*\ I Can Only Show You The Door Part 2 /*\
“Mr. Anthony, your tape was delivered this morning and all things on this front look just fine,” Daniel stated.
John was in the process of an evening run on his treadmill as he watched Sportscenter on the television spurting from the corner of the room. Saying John had a television in every possible location of the suite would hardly be an understatement. He continued trekking along as he pointed the remote at the TV and shut it off. Panting slightly, and with a less than fashionable amount of sweat running down his chest, John spoke in quick sentences.
“Good, but there’s a problem. See. The tape went well. Excellent really. But now I have to back it up. I walked the walk. Gotta talk the talk. Sunday.”
A beeper went off from the machine alerting John that he had traversed a perfect five miles. He twisted the knob on the left to reduce the speed to a slow walk and grasped the handles as his legs tried to adapt back to walking after an hour of running. John wiped his face down with a clean towel and turned his attention back to Daniel.
“I think I got ahead of myself during that video. I recall making a statement along the lines of ‘I’d rather come out first and fight through nine opponents’ or something. I’ve had a chance to re-evaluate that position,” he said laughing.
Daniel understood what he was saying clearly. This wasn’t an elimination style match where all ten competitors would be in the ring and one could recollect himself while others did battle. This was a series of one versus one matches and running the gauntlet against such a lineup would be nearly impossible.
“Instead of hoping to come out first, the better game plan would be to just accept my position, fight my battles one at a time, and see where it gets me. It really is a shame that I’ve got no control over when I emerge, but that’s a part of this business that you can’t control.”
Daniel began thinking, and John could tell he was looking for a solution to his dilemma, but there wasn’t one to be found. If he came out first Sunday night, he was as good as done unless some miracle happened. He had to prepare for as much as possible, fight wisely in the ring, and try to conserve whatever he could. However with each competitor fighting for the same prize, being too cautious could easily lead to defeat.
“You know John, you do have a few advantages that you can utilize this Sunday,” Daniel began.
John definitely appeared interested, so he continued; “Look at who you’ll potentially be facing. Three of them, the members of Manos Del Muerte, have never battled in solo matches, only in the tag scene. Together they may stand as a defiant force, but apart you can pick at individual weaknesses. Armstrong will be making his POW debut at a Super DVD event, so you know that’ll play an effect. Trent Hudson is in the same boat. Buddy Love and Toro Verde have more ring experience than you do, but you can out wrestle them one on one, I guarantee it. You could face off against Jack Greaves again, but you handled that well the first time around.”
John interrupted; “To be fair, he didn’t seem himself that night. If I face him again, I see it being different.”
“But with the same outcome?” questioned Daniel with a smile.
John tried to stifle a chuckle for that whole ‘don’t be cocky and overconfident’ bit. To be quite honest, he looked forward to potentially facing off against the “Rana King” again this Sunday.
“And then Judith Orestes is the other competitor on the card. While he’s definitely a high flying threat, he only weighs in at 115 pounds. I’m sure you can brute force your way through that one if necessary.”
John walked over to the restroom and splashed water in his face. The refreshing feeling of cold water cascading over his skin after a run like that was always a moment of pure bliss. His stomach growled in protest of being rather empty at the moment, but John set that need aside and maintained his focus. Gazing into the mirror, he saw a look of determination in his expression. The man staring back was just who he’d hoped; the successful, talented, and cunning John Anthony. He knew a level head was of the utmost importance, but a little confidence never hurt either. This Sunday the stage was set for all of POW: New England to prove themselves, to put on a show that would solidify the expansion federation’s place in the world of wrestling. On a smaller frame of reference it was also John’s chance to prove he wasn’t a ‘one-and-done’ wrestler, that he finished what he started. Maybe he did have a chance this weekend to hold the Gut Check trophy in the air. Maybe he could actually back up his words.
