Post by John Anthony on Sept 1, 2007 17:51:21 GMT -6
The Scene opens with John Anthony and Jason Armelli talking over some things for the championship match this Sunday. They are in Jason’s office in Sacramento, California. Here is the conversation.
Anthony: You ready to be a manager of a champion?
Armelli: Yes I am. I see a lot of potential in you Anthony. Just do what you do best and you should not have any problems winning the match.
Anthony: You’re right. I have the knowledge to win this thing. I have over came the odds in the past weeks this shouldn’t be any different.
Armelli: Don’t sweat it kid. You’re a superior athlete. I know what is on your mind that rap guy. Your letting him get in your head. Listen let him think that you are nothing you won the match last week fair and square. He just likes to run his damn mouth.
Anthony: Listen it did bother me. Are plan on dominating the nCw is well on the way. I will be the Xtreme champion. This guy likes to write poems. What the hell is he thinking? Then you have a man that drinks Dr. Pepper like it is water but this man the Tank who knows what he is capable of. Did you see what he did?
Armelli: What is with this attitude all of sudden? Snap out of it. Where is the mean son of bitch that met a few weeks ago?
Anthony: Trust me he is still here. I just have a few things on my mind that’s all. You will see John Anthony hitting people with bats and chairs. Blood will be shed this Sunday. I can’t wait until I shove a barbed wire bat down Reckonings throat. I will just look at him in agony. Blood pouring out of his mouth! Oh yes there will be tables. I might have to bring the tacks and lighter fluid. I showed the tape of my first night here right?
Armelli: Yeah it was quite nice. But remember don’t get out of your comfort zone. Stick what John Anthony does best. Be the precise wrestler you are. I know all of this talk of hardcore **** is going to your head. You can still be a wrestler and fight in extreme rules. Look at Taz from ECW. That man was a perfectionist in the ring. So are you my friend. Just do what you do best. I am going to keep saying it until you actually listen to me. This is a huge weekend for you. Saver the moment for a little bit. We are in California! John you’re a straight up badass here. Keep that going. Keep your cocky attitude. Don’t take any **** from anyone. I am not a wrestler so I am not going to tell you how to wrestle. You know what you need to do.
Anthony: I need to have a drink I think relax a bit. John mother ****ing Anthony is here. We have a few days for the match. Maybe I will explore the city for a bit.
Armelli: Now you are talking. Go get laid or something.
Anthony: Your right. Well I am going to get going. I’ll see you tomorrow night.
Armelli: Alright John remember badass.
You see John slap hands with Jason then walk out of the door. John pulls his keys out of his left pocket and hits the unlock button to his 2007 Toyota Tundra. The truck is sitting on 26 inch rims. Its about 9:30 at night as John is driving he spots some women walking into a club. He pulls a u-turn and parks in front of the club. He pulls the mirror down from his visor, checks his self for a moment. Then opens the door and hits the button locking the doors. The bouncer looks at him recognizes him and tells him to walk in. John talks to another bouncer asking for the owner. He points to the balcony and sends him on up. John begins to speak.
Anthony: How you doing? I am John Anthony. You may know me you may not.
Baleta: I am Joe Baleta the owner of this establishment. And yes I know who you are. I am good friends with Armelli. What can I do you for?
Anthony: I want one of your VIP rooms with every thing included if you know what I mean.
Baleta: Sure you seem like a good kid. Any special occasion?
Anthony: I have a title fight this Sunday and I just want to relax.
Baleta: I know exactly what you need. Bob get me Stacey, Kim, and Alicia. Have them go to black room. Also have Jimmy send some crystal up there as well. If Mr. Anthony needs anything as well its on me and just send it right up.
Anthony: Thank you Mr. Baleta.
Baleta: Just win on Sunday and we will forget about this.
Anthony: I don’t plan on losing. I will promise you that.
Baleta: Spoken like a true champion. Go on and enjoy your self. Were all about having a good time!
Anthony: That’s what I like to hear.
Anthony takes a walk in the back a man opens the door and then stands in front of it. There is man from the nCw holding a camera. John Anthony sits down on the couch and begins to speak.
Anthony: Well everyone’s favorite rhymer is at it again. He just doesn’t get it. He thinks he is on top of the world already. Well Reckoning I have news for you. The only reason why you are in this match is because Tank took them out. So what you need to do is shut the **** up. Now your pissing John Anthony off. You don’t want to see me angry little boy. Just like I have said a millions times before I will be the Xtreme Champion. Right down in your little rhyme book or something. Make a song out of how I am going to murder you. My goal when I came here was to get gold. That’s what I am going to do. I will be crowned the first ever Xtreme Champ. I will add that to my list of accomplishments. What have you done here so far Reckoning? Oh yeah I forgot you write poems. I bet your mommy and daddy encouraged you to write and you sucked at it so you became a rapper. Very cool and very original! Before you go around calling people chumps and **** like that grab a mirror and take a look at your self! Your not going to like what you see. **** we don’t like what we have to see! Excuse for one moment.
Anthony hears a knock at the door. He tells the man to let them in. You see three girls walking in. John eyes them up smiles and then sits back down on the couch. One sits on either side of him and the last one is making some drinks. John grabs a remote off of a table in front of him and turns on some music. Rap music. It kind of sounds like Dr. Dre. John begins to speak.
Anthony: Well there isn’t much more for me to say. Last thing I need to do is win the *** damn match. That’s what I will do. If you don’t like it tough. I make the rules. Wait there aren’t any rules in this match. Little play have fun. D. Pepp yeah. Ok Tank you actually have something that might win this match. It’s just not enough. Well that leaves me John Anthony to climb that ladder and grab the title. I’ll see you three tomorrow night. Peace.
John changes the station to some rock music. He walks over to the pool table and begins playing Kim in a game of pool. The other two start dancing and John looks up smiles and looks at the camera and tells him to stop recording it’s not for little kids. The camera then fades out.
Anthony: You ready to be a manager of a champion?
Armelli: Yes I am. I see a lot of potential in you Anthony. Just do what you do best and you should not have any problems winning the match.
Anthony: You’re right. I have the knowledge to win this thing. I have over came the odds in the past weeks this shouldn’t be any different.
Armelli: Don’t sweat it kid. You’re a superior athlete. I know what is on your mind that rap guy. Your letting him get in your head. Listen let him think that you are nothing you won the match last week fair and square. He just likes to run his damn mouth.
Anthony: Listen it did bother me. Are plan on dominating the nCw is well on the way. I will be the Xtreme champion. This guy likes to write poems. What the hell is he thinking? Then you have a man that drinks Dr. Pepper like it is water but this man the Tank who knows what he is capable of. Did you see what he did?
Armelli: What is with this attitude all of sudden? Snap out of it. Where is the mean son of bitch that met a few weeks ago?
Anthony: Trust me he is still here. I just have a few things on my mind that’s all. You will see John Anthony hitting people with bats and chairs. Blood will be shed this Sunday. I can’t wait until I shove a barbed wire bat down Reckonings throat. I will just look at him in agony. Blood pouring out of his mouth! Oh yes there will be tables. I might have to bring the tacks and lighter fluid. I showed the tape of my first night here right?
Armelli: Yeah it was quite nice. But remember don’t get out of your comfort zone. Stick what John Anthony does best. Be the precise wrestler you are. I know all of this talk of hardcore **** is going to your head. You can still be a wrestler and fight in extreme rules. Look at Taz from ECW. That man was a perfectionist in the ring. So are you my friend. Just do what you do best. I am going to keep saying it until you actually listen to me. This is a huge weekend for you. Saver the moment for a little bit. We are in California! John you’re a straight up badass here. Keep that going. Keep your cocky attitude. Don’t take any **** from anyone. I am not a wrestler so I am not going to tell you how to wrestle. You know what you need to do.
Anthony: I need to have a drink I think relax a bit. John mother ****ing Anthony is here. We have a few days for the match. Maybe I will explore the city for a bit.
Armelli: Now you are talking. Go get laid or something.
Anthony: Your right. Well I am going to get going. I’ll see you tomorrow night.
Armelli: Alright John remember badass.
You see John slap hands with Jason then walk out of the door. John pulls his keys out of his left pocket and hits the unlock button to his 2007 Toyota Tundra. The truck is sitting on 26 inch rims. Its about 9:30 at night as John is driving he spots some women walking into a club. He pulls a u-turn and parks in front of the club. He pulls the mirror down from his visor, checks his self for a moment. Then opens the door and hits the button locking the doors. The bouncer looks at him recognizes him and tells him to walk in. John talks to another bouncer asking for the owner. He points to the balcony and sends him on up. John begins to speak.
Anthony: How you doing? I am John Anthony. You may know me you may not.
Baleta: I am Joe Baleta the owner of this establishment. And yes I know who you are. I am good friends with Armelli. What can I do you for?
Anthony: I want one of your VIP rooms with every thing included if you know what I mean.
Baleta: Sure you seem like a good kid. Any special occasion?
Anthony: I have a title fight this Sunday and I just want to relax.
Baleta: I know exactly what you need. Bob get me Stacey, Kim, and Alicia. Have them go to black room. Also have Jimmy send some crystal up there as well. If Mr. Anthony needs anything as well its on me and just send it right up.
Anthony: Thank you Mr. Baleta.
Baleta: Just win on Sunday and we will forget about this.
Anthony: I don’t plan on losing. I will promise you that.
Baleta: Spoken like a true champion. Go on and enjoy your self. Were all about having a good time!
Anthony: That’s what I like to hear.
Anthony takes a walk in the back a man opens the door and then stands in front of it. There is man from the nCw holding a camera. John Anthony sits down on the couch and begins to speak.
Anthony: Well everyone’s favorite rhymer is at it again. He just doesn’t get it. He thinks he is on top of the world already. Well Reckoning I have news for you. The only reason why you are in this match is because Tank took them out. So what you need to do is shut the **** up. Now your pissing John Anthony off. You don’t want to see me angry little boy. Just like I have said a millions times before I will be the Xtreme Champion. Right down in your little rhyme book or something. Make a song out of how I am going to murder you. My goal when I came here was to get gold. That’s what I am going to do. I will be crowned the first ever Xtreme Champ. I will add that to my list of accomplishments. What have you done here so far Reckoning? Oh yeah I forgot you write poems. I bet your mommy and daddy encouraged you to write and you sucked at it so you became a rapper. Very cool and very original! Before you go around calling people chumps and **** like that grab a mirror and take a look at your self! Your not going to like what you see. **** we don’t like what we have to see! Excuse for one moment.
Anthony hears a knock at the door. He tells the man to let them in. You see three girls walking in. John eyes them up smiles and then sits back down on the couch. One sits on either side of him and the last one is making some drinks. John grabs a remote off of a table in front of him and turns on some music. Rap music. It kind of sounds like Dr. Dre. John begins to speak.
Anthony: Well there isn’t much more for me to say. Last thing I need to do is win the *** damn match. That’s what I will do. If you don’t like it tough. I make the rules. Wait there aren’t any rules in this match. Little play have fun. D. Pepp yeah. Ok Tank you actually have something that might win this match. It’s just not enough. Well that leaves me John Anthony to climb that ladder and grab the title. I’ll see you three tomorrow night. Peace.
John changes the station to some rock music. He walks over to the pool table and begins playing Kim in a game of pool. The other two start dancing and John looks up smiles and looks at the camera and tells him to stop recording it’s not for little kids. The camera then fades out.