Post by Emi's Imaginary Friend on Jul 19, 2012 15:06:11 GMT -5
Las Vegas. The entertainment capital of the world. With so much to see and so much to do, you'd think that it's impossible for someone to not have fun here.
John Fisherman was in attendance at a luxury hotel and casino resort. He seemed out of place walking through the crowds of people thoroughly enjoying themselves amidst the noisy slot machines. He was determined to reach his hotel room after another long hard day of training at the gym. Before he could however, a young boy bumped into him intentionally.
"Hey, hey, aren't you John Fisherman?"
John couldn't help but smirk. He was used to being acknowledged by his fans, especially back in his early years of wrestling in the independent circuit, but this boy had to be the youngest to acknowledge him. To be looked at as a role model meant a lot to him.
"That's right kid, I am."
"I saw you live last Monday."
That was when the young boy revealed a promo from behind his back. However, to John's confusion, it did not have his face on it.
"Please, could you ask Kurt Newman to sign this for me?"
With that, John just face-palmed the boy and pushed him from his path.
"Beat it, kid."
He was clearly frustrated, but after a hard week of strict training, especially with Ms. Biguns supervising, wouldn't you be? All he wanted to do was escape into his hotel room, throw his gym bag onto the floor and dive onto his luxurious bed. It was late at night, but as much as we wanted to just fall asleep, he couldn't. Eventually he decided to pull out his laptop and check on the MPW website. That was when he read the announcement from Bill Adams.
This was big news, especially for John. In his mind, he was finally being recognized for his efforts. He had to call his manager. He waited on his cellphone before his call was answered by Ms. Biguns.
"Hey Jasmine, I just read the announcement."
"John, do you realize what time is is!?"
She sounded agitated.
"Sorry Jazzy, but I was just looking on the MPW website."
She started to perk up.
"Oh yeah, I was going to call you about that. What do you think?"
"What do I think. In the same week, not only have you booked me in a Roll of the Dice qualifying match, but you've also managed to add me to the first ever Television Championship match? Babe, you're awesome!"
"I know Johnny, I know."
Ms. Biguns was clearly confident in herself, but one would have to think did she really get her client into these matches, or was this is MPW staff's doing? It was difficult to tell, but more than likely, she might have had something to do with it.
"Okay, we should take things one at a time. Your title match isn't for another week, so first things first, you should maintain on your opponent this week."
"Yeah I know, but come on, do you actually think that some loser calling himself Jason X could stand a chance against me?"
"I know John, but that doesn't mean that you should lose focus. You have two opportunities here, try not to mess both of them up!"
The following day...
Early in the morning, Ms. Biguns was walking through the streets of Las Vegas. It was a residential area, almost dead silent, until she was suddenly disturbed by the loyal MPW journalist, Jay Wyatt, followed by a small camera crew.
"Ms. Biguns? Ms. Biguns?"
She did not want to stop walking, but the cameras were already on her. She had no choice but to address the pesky interviewer.
"Jay? Excuse me, but..."
"We know you're busy Ms. Biguns, but will it be okay if we could just have a little walk and talk with you? Get to know you a little bit and all?"
*sighs* "Fine."
Reluctantly Ms. Biguns allowed the cameras to follow her as she continued through the streets, clearly with the intention to go somewhere, preferably in silence. As she tried to quicken her pace (almost impossible in slip-on heels), Jay managed to keep up, with a microphone at hand.
"Firstly miss, John Fisherman is your only client in MPW. Have you considered signing any more to the firm?"
"Jay, I only sign clients that I know will be successful. I do not think, I know they will be. I've researched the current roster, and quite frankly, only one man is worthy of my managerial services, and that is John. Trust me, with me in his corner, he will be the face of this company in no time."
"Yes. But Ms. Biguns, were you surprised by his first loss in MPW in the hands of Kurt Newman?"
"That was just one match of what will be a legendary career. Of course you have to endure losses now and then, but I'm confident that we will not suffer many more defeats in the upcoming years. Besides, Newman caught us off guard. In a fair fight, I think we both know who would have been the better man."
"Recently on the MPW website, we uploaded an interview with Justin Fischer, one of John's upcoming opponents for the Television title. Any feedback?"
"I didn't care for what he had to say. All I can say is that Justin, my man is on this week's card, and you're not. My man is on popular demand right now, and you're not even wanted on the show. Quite frankly, nothing you say matters."
"Still no word from Jason X this week. Anything else to say to him on behalf of your client?"
"Jason. My man has been working hard this week. He is ready to face you. Jason X, you had better bring your A-game this Monday, because my man certainly will."
Before the next question could be asked, the scenery then changed to that of a construction site, where a row of builders were sat upon a high girder. Unfortunately for her, Ms. Biguns had become the victim of typical cat calls and wert whirl whistles. She could only look away in embarrassment as the cameras continued to follow her through the streets. Eventually the calling had stopped, but the damage had been done.
"Heh, does that normally happen?"
"Shut your mouth Jay! This interview is over!"
Jay looked gobsmacked. The camera crew stood still, but the cameras continued to roll as Ms. Biguns walked further and further away, but not without comically tripping over her heels at a distance. As she rushed back to her feet and continued, as if nothing had happened, the cameras faded out. At this point, this was the best interview the crew could get with the elusive Ms. Jasmine Biguns.
Off camera however, Ms. Biguns had finally arrived at an unnamed gym. Inside, we see John Fisherman, already working out with a pair of dumbbells. Upon her arrival, John noticed that she was not in any kind of mood.
"Hey Jasmine. Umm, what happened to you?"
"Just a rough morning that's all. But never mind that. Let's just get started, shall we?"
*sighs* "Alright. But just for the record, with all this training, this Jason kid had better give me a match."
John Fisherman was in attendance at a luxury hotel and casino resort. He seemed out of place walking through the crowds of people thoroughly enjoying themselves amidst the noisy slot machines. He was determined to reach his hotel room after another long hard day of training at the gym. Before he could however, a young boy bumped into him intentionally.
"Hey, hey, aren't you John Fisherman?"
John couldn't help but smirk. He was used to being acknowledged by his fans, especially back in his early years of wrestling in the independent circuit, but this boy had to be the youngest to acknowledge him. To be looked at as a role model meant a lot to him.
"That's right kid, I am."
"I saw you live last Monday."
That was when the young boy revealed a promo from behind his back. However, to John's confusion, it did not have his face on it.
"Please, could you ask Kurt Newman to sign this for me?"
With that, John just face-palmed the boy and pushed him from his path.
"Beat it, kid."
He was clearly frustrated, but after a hard week of strict training, especially with Ms. Biguns supervising, wouldn't you be? All he wanted to do was escape into his hotel room, throw his gym bag onto the floor and dive onto his luxurious bed. It was late at night, but as much as we wanted to just fall asleep, he couldn't. Eventually he decided to pull out his laptop and check on the MPW website. That was when he read the announcement from Bill Adams.
This was big news, especially for John. In his mind, he was finally being recognized for his efforts. He had to call his manager. He waited on his cellphone before his call was answered by Ms. Biguns.
"Hey Jasmine, I just read the announcement."
"John, do you realize what time is is!?"
She sounded agitated.
"Sorry Jazzy, but I was just looking on the MPW website."
She started to perk up.
"Oh yeah, I was going to call you about that. What do you think?"
"What do I think. In the same week, not only have you booked me in a Roll of the Dice qualifying match, but you've also managed to add me to the first ever Television Championship match? Babe, you're awesome!"
"I know Johnny, I know."
Ms. Biguns was clearly confident in herself, but one would have to think did she really get her client into these matches, or was this is MPW staff's doing? It was difficult to tell, but more than likely, she might have had something to do with it.
"Okay, we should take things one at a time. Your title match isn't for another week, so first things first, you should maintain on your opponent this week."
"Yeah I know, but come on, do you actually think that some loser calling himself Jason X could stand a chance against me?"
"I know John, but that doesn't mean that you should lose focus. You have two opportunities here, try not to mess both of them up!"
The following day...
Early in the morning, Ms. Biguns was walking through the streets of Las Vegas. It was a residential area, almost dead silent, until she was suddenly disturbed by the loyal MPW journalist, Jay Wyatt, followed by a small camera crew.
"Ms. Biguns? Ms. Biguns?"
She did not want to stop walking, but the cameras were already on her. She had no choice but to address the pesky interviewer.
"Jay? Excuse me, but..."
"We know you're busy Ms. Biguns, but will it be okay if we could just have a little walk and talk with you? Get to know you a little bit and all?"
*sighs* "Fine."
Reluctantly Ms. Biguns allowed the cameras to follow her as she continued through the streets, clearly with the intention to go somewhere, preferably in silence. As she tried to quicken her pace (almost impossible in slip-on heels), Jay managed to keep up, with a microphone at hand.
"Firstly miss, John Fisherman is your only client in MPW. Have you considered signing any more to the firm?"
"Jay, I only sign clients that I know will be successful. I do not think, I know they will be. I've researched the current roster, and quite frankly, only one man is worthy of my managerial services, and that is John. Trust me, with me in his corner, he will be the face of this company in no time."
"Yes. But Ms. Biguns, were you surprised by his first loss in MPW in the hands of Kurt Newman?"
"That was just one match of what will be a legendary career. Of course you have to endure losses now and then, but I'm confident that we will not suffer many more defeats in the upcoming years. Besides, Newman caught us off guard. In a fair fight, I think we both know who would have been the better man."
"Recently on the MPW website, we uploaded an interview with Justin Fischer, one of John's upcoming opponents for the Television title. Any feedback?"
"I didn't care for what he had to say. All I can say is that Justin, my man is on this week's card, and you're not. My man is on popular demand right now, and you're not even wanted on the show. Quite frankly, nothing you say matters."
"Still no word from Jason X this week. Anything else to say to him on behalf of your client?"
"Jason. My man has been working hard this week. He is ready to face you. Jason X, you had better bring your A-game this Monday, because my man certainly will."
Before the next question could be asked, the scenery then changed to that of a construction site, where a row of builders were sat upon a high girder. Unfortunately for her, Ms. Biguns had become the victim of typical cat calls and wert whirl whistles. She could only look away in embarrassment as the cameras continued to follow her through the streets. Eventually the calling had stopped, but the damage had been done.
"Heh, does that normally happen?"
"Shut your mouth Jay! This interview is over!"
Jay looked gobsmacked. The camera crew stood still, but the cameras continued to roll as Ms. Biguns walked further and further away, but not without comically tripping over her heels at a distance. As she rushed back to her feet and continued, as if nothing had happened, the cameras faded out. At this point, this was the best interview the crew could get with the elusive Ms. Jasmine Biguns.
Off camera however, Ms. Biguns had finally arrived at an unnamed gym. Inside, we see John Fisherman, already working out with a pair of dumbbells. Upon her arrival, John noticed that she was not in any kind of mood.
"Hey Jasmine. Umm, what happened to you?"
"Just a rough morning that's all. But never mind that. Let's just get started, shall we?"
*sighs* "Alright. But just for the record, with all this training, this Jason kid had better give me a match."
