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| BBD | Dec 10 2010, 03:13 PM Post #1 |
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"Beautiful"
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It’s funny, walking into the halls of the GoodFellas arena any other day than Sunday and all you see is deserted corridors. All you hear are the echoes of your own foot falls. It’s an eerie sensation but instead of focusing much thought on that my mind is focused at the meeting with Matt Anderson that is minutes away. With Jeremiah Sloan walking beside me, the two of us make our way through the empty halls towards the elevator, our next stop, the VIP Press Box slash office of the one and only Matt Anderson. “Ok, listen Bobby,” Jeremiah calls out as I step up and push the elevator button. “We go in there, you let me handle all the contract negotiations, ok? Just sit back, let me work my magic, and please for God’s sake, keep your damn mouth shut!” I smile as I say, “Sure thing Jay.” We both know that there is no way on God’s green earth I will be keeping my mouth shut, but Jay doesn’t say anything more as the doors open and we both step through. “Gentlemen.” Matt calls out as the elevator arrives and the door swing open. Standing in his three piece suit, his dark sunglasses covering his beady eyes, I begin to sing “I wear my sunglasses at night” in my own head of course. “Right this way please.” We follow him into his office, an office that I am no stranger to. It was in this very office that I signed my original contract. It was in this office that myself along with Jay and Roscoe, not only joined the Company but also unjoined months later. A lot of negotiations were done in this office with this man, the shot at not only the Las Vegas title but the International title, the Tag Team titles, and most recently the World title. The three of us take our seats, with Matt taking his customary seat behind his desk, immediately reaching for the fresh, unsigned, contract that sits on the top. With a smile of his own, like a car salesman ready to sell you the worst car on the lot for the most money he can finagle out of you, he slides the contract over to me. Jay, with a smile of his own, reaches out and takes the contract before it can reach me. Matt and Jay exchange challenging stares but Matt laughs it off a moment later saying, “Of course, I keep forgetting, you’re his agent Mr. Sloan.” As Jay reads through the contract Matt looks my way and says, “So Bobby, you ready for your big match with Grimnir and Roscoe next weekend?” I shrug my shoulders with an almost bored liked expression on my face. Thinking to myself, I admit that I honesty couldn’t care less. I mean, sure it’s a shot at the World title, but this isn’t like Roll the Dice, this isn’t going to be your traditional 3-Way Dance, it’s more or less a glorified Handicap Match. Roscoe and I are under agreement, that one way or another someone from Beautiful Shame will be champ, all we’re focused on is beating Grimnir and ripping that ugly mask off his face. “Yeah I suppose,” I answer. “Although, there might not even be a match at Season’s Beatings. Not unless we can come to an agreement on this contract before the 18th. I mean, that is when my current contract is set to expire.” His face turns cold as he nods his head. I can see the wheels turning as if he’s counting the dollars that he’s already spent hyping this upcoming match. Selling tickets guaranteeing a 3-Way Dance with Beautiful Shame and Grimnir. I don’t know how he forgot or if he just didn’t think that with my contract set to expire and the title match scheduled for the following evening, I wouldn’t just simply up and walk… I guess he doesn’t know me so well. “Yeah, well hopefully we can fix that little snafu here today…” Matt says with a bit of menace in his voice as he plasters that fake smile on his face. “Not with the muck you’re trying to shovel here Mr. Anderson.” Jay says, finally interjecting himself in the conversation. Holding the contract out for Matt to see Jay shakes his head in disagreement, “After everything Bobby has done for the sVo, all the accolades he’s accomplished here in the past year already, you really think this is fair?” “What’s not fair about it Mr. Sloan?” Matt says through clenched teeth. All signs of his not so genuine smile gone, his eyes boring through Jay even through the sunglasses. I wear my sunglasses at night, goes through my head once again. “First, there isn’t enough money. I’m sorry, but you can’t honestly think Bobby doesn’t deserve more. I know what Roscoe makes and to be honest, Bobby deserves just as much.” Jay wheels and deals as I sit back in my chair, cross my hands behind my head and simply listen. “Secondly, there is no incentive. You don’t have any guarantees included. My client here is a former two time Tag Team champion, former Las Vegas and International champion, where are his supposed guaranteed rematches? I mean, isn’t it standard procedure for a former champion to receive a rematch for his lost title? Grimnir’s got his after what? Three or four years of inactivity? Lastly, you don’t have anything in here about his merchandise. Bobby Dean, and the “Beautiful” name and image, are in the top five of merchandise sales here in the sVo, the only ones that sell more are Night, Shame, and now, recently, Grimnir and Amos. Either you give us a cut of that or you allow my client to reach agreements with outside endorsements.” I smile as Matt looks over at me in disbelief. Jay, isn’t as dumb as people think he is. He’s a former World Champion, having been in the business for over ten years himself, he knows what a promoter wants, and he knows what a wrestler deserves. There is a reason that Roscoe Shame is one of the highest paid guys here in the sVo, and part of that reason is sitting next to me, the other part is Roscoe sucks a mean co… I mean, he’s a damn good worker. Removing his sunglasses and placing them on the table, I wear my sunglasses at night, Matt looks at Jay, and the two enter a battle of wills. So I can, so I can. Forget my name while you collect your claim. And I wear my sun glasses at night. “Listen, maybe you’re right. Maybe Bobby do deserve more, but don’t sit here and say he deserves as much as Roscoe because that is just laughable.” Matt says as my mouth drops open and I respond with an astonishing, “Hey!” in my head, while I keep my mouth shut as Matt continues. “Roscoe has been the World champ since the Battle of Britain where he defeated Night, one of the best sVo champions we’ve ever had. I’ll agree to upping his pay, but be real. He’s no Roscoe Shame, nor is he a Night.” “Damn right, I’m “Beautiful” Bobby Dean!” I say to myself with arrogance as I continue to bite my tongue. “Alright.” Jay responds in agreement, which shocks the shit out of me. “I’ll agree to giving him one rematch clause, but not all three. If he wants more title shots other than the one clause I’m agreeing to, he’s going to have to purchase it just like anyone else.” Jay explains. “Since he’s booked already at Season’s Beatings and the following One Shot is already scheduled we’ll have to leave his clause open for right now. Give him some time to consider his options.” “Agreed.” Jay responds once more. “Lastly, there is no way I’m giving him any cut of his merch sales. None of the guys in the sVo gets a cut, so I’m not going to start now. If someone is dumb enough to endorse this womanizing drunkard then be my guest. I can’t wait to see Trojan and Jack Daniels commercials with this buffoon’s face plastered all over it.” Matt begins to laugh as I sit there seething. “You know what!?” I finally had enough. “You want me to sign this contract? Fuck the money, fuck the titles, fuck the endorsements. What I want from you is to kiss my fucking ass! You plant one right here…” I say rising out of my seat, pointing to my oh so beautiful behind while continuing, “I’ll sign. But until then, have fun finding a replacement for that 3-Way with Shame and Grim.” I storm out of the room back towards the elevators as Jay and Matt remain seated at his desk, both with the same mask of confusion and shock on their faces. Jay smiles sheepishly as he rises to his feet, “I’ll talk to him. You know what we want, minus that whole ass kissing thing, you make it happen, I’ll make him sign.” With that said, Jay walks out of the office catching up to me just in time as the elevator doors are closing. Matt remains seated behind his desk contemplating whether or not it’s even worth keeping someone like me as the elevator descends. Jay looks at me with anger in his eyes. “You just couldn’t do it could you?” Jay asks. “All I asked was that you keep your mouth shut. Just once! Just once, all you had to do was keep your fucking mouth shut and we’d have had the sweetest deal you could possibly imagine…” I cut him off as I say, “Maybe you’re right, but sometimes a little respect is worth more than money and titles.” “No it’s not!” Jay says aghast. “Can you cash in a check for respect? Can you pay your house note with respect? Can you afford your hookers on a salary comprised of nothing but respect? No! Money is money, you want me to represent you, I try and get you the most money I can! But damn it Bobby, you got to learn to keep your mouth shut!” The elevator arrives at our destination as the doors slide open and we walk out. “Maybe I can smooth things over with him, give him some time to draw up the new contract and have you sign it before Season’s Beatings. Until then you’ve got Brooks to worry about.” Jay informs me before stopping and turning to look at me with a smirk on his face. He asks, “Was it worth it?” I smile arrogantly back at him as I say, “Absolutely! You see the look on that asshole’s face? Come on Jay, he knows he needs me more than I need him. I know countless other places that would pay me as much as Roscoe Shame with all the fringe benefits I would ever ask for, and he knows I know. So calm down, he’ll call us before the 18th, I’ll walk into that office of his and sign on the dotted line, but at least I’ll sign with my head held high. Because in the end, the look on his face when I told him to kiss my ass, was PRICELESS!” |
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