Post by John Anthony on Apr 30, 2007 21:15:06 GMT -6
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/*\ I Can Only Show You The Door Part 1 /*\[/b][/color]
Twenty four hours after John Anthony’s debut in POW New England he found himself experiencing a mix of emotions. Glee from walking to the squared circle, the sound of fans cheering, and having his hand raised at the end of it all. Anxiety from the anticipation of having his second match take place at the first Super DVD taping for New England and for the fact it would be a gauntlet match against nine –count them NINE – opponents. The next week will surely hold a chance for John to mature, evolve, and prepare for such a match, but what man can honestly say that a week, a month, or even a season is enough time to prepare their mind and body for a chance such as this?
*** Inside John Anthony’s suite on the 39th floor of the Belarose Hotel ***
John found himself in front of his computer reading emails and business reports from Calvin and his associates. Even on the other side of America he felt like he was right there in the thick of things. So much to do, so much to analyze, and so much money on the line! The world of sports never rested and the desire for man to gamble his fortunes seemed to grow daily. But tonight, a mere day after John’s debut match, he found it difficult to focus on his tasks at hand. He stretched out his right shoulder trying to relieve some of the stiffness he noticed when he arose from bed this morning. Opening the top drawer of his desk he found a bottle of Tylenol and popped a pair of capsules. And to think that this was what it felt to battle for less than three minutes when Sunday he’d be fighting for what could become an ungodly amount of time.
“Daniel, come here would you?” John beckoned.
Daniel had fallen asleep on the sofa in the commons room in front of his laptop and the four television screens that John had insisted on having for “business purposes.” Daniel never understood how one could watch four screens at once, but John claimed it “immersed him in his job.” He rubbed his eyes, hopped up, and entered Mr. Anthony’s office.
“What can I do for you John?”
“Setup a tripod and video recorder in front of my desk. I want to give a televised response to being put in a ten man gauntlet match at Big Bang this Sunday.”
“Yes sir. Umm, would you like to work on a script first?” Daniel questioned.
“No,” John began as he popped his knuckles and reclined back. “There’s no need for one. I’m not the President of the United States Daniel.”
Daniel had expected such a thing. This was just how John preferred to work. Normally he’d doubt John’s ambitions, but after seeing him go out there Sunday, after seeing him with such poise, after seeing him come out victorious! Things were definitely starting off in a different direction than Daniel expected. Within minutes he had the tripod ready and began a countdown to begin taping.
“In 5… 4… 3…,” Daniel started before hand-signaling the cue for two, then one, then action.
“Hello POW: New England viewers. You may recognize me from my debut last Sunday, but on that same note you may not. My name is John Anthony and I’ve come east from Beverly Hills, California to wrestle for this esteemed federation. Regardless of who I am, where I’m from, or where I’m going, this is about one thing and one thing only: Big Bang. This Sunday, as I’m sure all of you know already, is the first Super DVD taping for this federation. Thanks to the minds behind the scene and our GM Mr. Randal Lovejoy, I have the chance to be at that taping. I have the opportunity to stand in that ring and battle the brightest group of rising stars wrestling may have ever seen.
This Sunday, in the Gut Check Gauntlet match, I could very well emerge from that curtain first and have the opportunity to battle not one, not two, but nine competitors. Or fortune could smile on me and I may come out last and be the fresh man seeking an easy win. However, I want you to hear this, and hear it well: I would rather be the first man in that ring Sunday night than any other position.
At Big Bang I want to leave an impression. I want to create a memory for all of the fans in the Cabot Arena. So many great matches will take place that night, I hope and pray mine can be one of them! I’m facing wrestlers I’ve never seen in the ring, wrestlers I can’t study or break down videos of. I’m facing warriors who, just like me, are on a trek to the top. As a sports analyst and odds maker, I’d be a fool to say my odds are very good this Sunday. It doesn’t take a genius to see that when you put ten gladiators in a match and offer a coveted prize that they will do whatever necessary to win. Some will use underhanded tactics. Others will sacrifice their bodies. Some still will show the crowd what the future holds. What will I do? I’ll do what I came here for: entertain, inspire, and battle my heart out with integrity and purpose. I’m not asking for you to chant my name when I walk through the black curtain or to discredit any of the other competitors in this match. I’m just asking for you to watch this match closely. You’re less than a week away from witnessing nothing short of a spectacle, and I don’t just mean this one match. I’ve been given a chance, Mr. Lovejoy has shown me the door, and I’m going to fight through every man who stands before me to reach it. You can put your money on that.”
John nodded his head to signal for Daniel to stop the camera. Daniel halted the recording, impressed, and, well, even slightly convinced. John’s facial expressions during the entire take where emotional yet calm, focused yet approachable.
“I want that on a DVD and hand delivered to the POW:NE office tomorrow. Get it televised, online, or something, because that’s a summary of everything I'm about. I've got chills of excitement already! In fact, I'm gonna go downtown and check out the nightlife around here. I need to relax and blow some energy.”
Daniel laughed at how quickly John could change pages. One moment he’s in full blown charisma mode, spilling his soul into the awaiting camera lens, and the next he’s hopping around preparing to hit up a late night club or two. It was definitely going to be interesting working for such a character, but much like Mr. Anthony, Daniel had been given an opportunity and he wouldn’t waste it either.
/*\ I Can Only Show You The Door Part 1 /*\[/b][/color]
Twenty four hours after John Anthony’s debut in POW New England he found himself experiencing a mix of emotions. Glee from walking to the squared circle, the sound of fans cheering, and having his hand raised at the end of it all. Anxiety from the anticipation of having his second match take place at the first Super DVD taping for New England and for the fact it would be a gauntlet match against nine –count them NINE – opponents. The next week will surely hold a chance for John to mature, evolve, and prepare for such a match, but what man can honestly say that a week, a month, or even a season is enough time to prepare their mind and body for a chance such as this?
*** Inside John Anthony’s suite on the 39th floor of the Belarose Hotel ***
John found himself in front of his computer reading emails and business reports from Calvin and his associates. Even on the other side of America he felt like he was right there in the thick of things. So much to do, so much to analyze, and so much money on the line! The world of sports never rested and the desire for man to gamble his fortunes seemed to grow daily. But tonight, a mere day after John’s debut match, he found it difficult to focus on his tasks at hand. He stretched out his right shoulder trying to relieve some of the stiffness he noticed when he arose from bed this morning. Opening the top drawer of his desk he found a bottle of Tylenol and popped a pair of capsules. And to think that this was what it felt to battle for less than three minutes when Sunday he’d be fighting for what could become an ungodly amount of time.
“Daniel, come here would you?” John beckoned.
Daniel had fallen asleep on the sofa in the commons room in front of his laptop and the four television screens that John had insisted on having for “business purposes.” Daniel never understood how one could watch four screens at once, but John claimed it “immersed him in his job.” He rubbed his eyes, hopped up, and entered Mr. Anthony’s office.
“What can I do for you John?”
“Setup a tripod and video recorder in front of my desk. I want to give a televised response to being put in a ten man gauntlet match at Big Bang this Sunday.”
“Yes sir. Umm, would you like to work on a script first?” Daniel questioned.
“No,” John began as he popped his knuckles and reclined back. “There’s no need for one. I’m not the President of the United States Daniel.”
Daniel had expected such a thing. This was just how John preferred to work. Normally he’d doubt John’s ambitions, but after seeing him go out there Sunday, after seeing him with such poise, after seeing him come out victorious! Things were definitely starting off in a different direction than Daniel expected. Within minutes he had the tripod ready and began a countdown to begin taping.
“In 5… 4… 3…,” Daniel started before hand-signaling the cue for two, then one, then action.
“Hello POW: New England viewers. You may recognize me from my debut last Sunday, but on that same note you may not. My name is John Anthony and I’ve come east from Beverly Hills, California to wrestle for this esteemed federation. Regardless of who I am, where I’m from, or where I’m going, this is about one thing and one thing only: Big Bang. This Sunday, as I’m sure all of you know already, is the first Super DVD taping for this federation. Thanks to the minds behind the scene and our GM Mr. Randal Lovejoy, I have the chance to be at that taping. I have the opportunity to stand in that ring and battle the brightest group of rising stars wrestling may have ever seen.
This Sunday, in the Gut Check Gauntlet match, I could very well emerge from that curtain first and have the opportunity to battle not one, not two, but nine competitors. Or fortune could smile on me and I may come out last and be the fresh man seeking an easy win. However, I want you to hear this, and hear it well: I would rather be the first man in that ring Sunday night than any other position.
At Big Bang I want to leave an impression. I want to create a memory for all of the fans in the Cabot Arena. So many great matches will take place that night, I hope and pray mine can be one of them! I’m facing wrestlers I’ve never seen in the ring, wrestlers I can’t study or break down videos of. I’m facing warriors who, just like me, are on a trek to the top. As a sports analyst and odds maker, I’d be a fool to say my odds are very good this Sunday. It doesn’t take a genius to see that when you put ten gladiators in a match and offer a coveted prize that they will do whatever necessary to win. Some will use underhanded tactics. Others will sacrifice their bodies. Some still will show the crowd what the future holds. What will I do? I’ll do what I came here for: entertain, inspire, and battle my heart out with integrity and purpose. I’m not asking for you to chant my name when I walk through the black curtain or to discredit any of the other competitors in this match. I’m just asking for you to watch this match closely. You’re less than a week away from witnessing nothing short of a spectacle, and I don’t just mean this one match. I’ve been given a chance, Mr. Lovejoy has shown me the door, and I’m going to fight through every man who stands before me to reach it. You can put your money on that.”
John nodded his head to signal for Daniel to stop the camera. Daniel halted the recording, impressed, and, well, even slightly convinced. John’s facial expressions during the entire take where emotional yet calm, focused yet approachable.
“I want that on a DVD and hand delivered to the POW:NE office tomorrow. Get it televised, online, or something, because that’s a summary of everything I'm about. I've got chills of excitement already! In fact, I'm gonna go downtown and check out the nightlife around here. I need to relax and blow some energy.”
Daniel laughed at how quickly John could change pages. One moment he’s in full blown charisma mode, spilling his soul into the awaiting camera lens, and the next he’s hopping around preparing to hit up a late night club or two. It was definitely going to be interesting working for such a character, but much like Mr. Anthony, Daniel had been given an opportunity and he wouldn’t waste it either.
