Post by sonstuds on Oct 19, 2007 11:36:16 GMT -5
October 5th, 2007
{Needless to say, EBR was none too pleased with his current situation. It’s hard to be optimistic when everyone surrounding you is living under a false pretense. He wasn’t wrong at Survival of the Fittest, and even though he had yet to be called out on his actions, he knew he wasn’t in the clear. The calm before the storm.
The man he temporarily laid the blame on was just a momentary scapegoat. Apparently no one ever told Calvin Lee you’re not supposed to be honest if the recipient won’t like what he’s about to hear. Not to mention had Calvin never called EBR out some seven months ago, and subsequently EBR wasn’t forced to inflict a “refusal to tag” punishment, there wouldn’t be a CBT problem. It’s shocking how Calvin continues to be a disruptive thorn in his side, even if it is unintentional.
EBR knew he had to find a way to fix his plight. Unfortunately, he was the one who created the mess, so naturally he realized it might not be in his best interest to solely trust his own convictions. In most cases it’d be a trip to Sullee’s apartment, but EBR couldn’t bring himself to a face-to-face meeting in which he’d admit he was wrong and should have followed Sullee’s advice from the get-go. He figured the Miller Lite he FedExed would do that in not so many words with none of the awkwardness.
It was only after attempting to redecorate his presumed office did the solution hit him.
He sits directly opposite Robert Weinstein, separated by a spotless glass desk. It’s longer then it needs to be, only holding a computer, a phone, and a neat pile of well organized papers. Everything in the room is clear and light. The walls are white, but unlike EBR’s office, which is plain and dull, they’re empowering and relaxing. Despite the size of the room it’s bare for the most part, with the exception of a couple diplomas hung on the left wall and a filing cabinet pushed against it. The only color resides in a green plant, in the far right corner which stands near the wall sized window. EBR briefly looks out before slowly scanning the area with his eyes, trying not to allow any knowledge that he’s making a mental note on how to design his house.
Robert Weinstein is a fairly successful agent who for one reason or another lives in New York. Somehow it makes him seem more powerful, though EBR never truly understood why. They met in the summer of 2002, before EBR had ever made a success of himself. The gratitude was always given to Weinstein, whether said or not. Someone willing to represent some punk who had never done shit in his career. Weinstein, through various connection to various connection, word of mouth EBR assumed, got him to the WFWF and perhaps more importantly, got him the money.
Weinstein had a very straight-forward, upfront approach to his job. Most importantly he was always right. And seeing as how EBR was always right it was a pairing that just went hand-in-hand. Unless of course the instance would arise in which they disagreed and one was forced to play a role they weren’t keen on playing. Weinstein would see to it EBR was wrong. After all, he has the experience. It’s in his job description, even though EBR doesn’t fully know what is. He was never sure what the limits and limitations were when it came to being an agent, and his own discomfort kept him in an uneasy situation whenever he would meet with him to face-to-face. Fortunately, this was only a handful of times, none in recent years nonetheless.
All he really knows is that Weinstein gets a cut of his pay check.
Weinstein looked like a prick. EBR’s experiences have taught him most pricks have red hair. Weinstein could be condescending at times, politically incorrect, sometimes down right insulting. But he’d always get the job down one way or another. For EBR, at least.}[/color]
Robert Weinstein:[/color] Let me guess. . .
{A momentary pause before snapping his finger.}[/color]
Robert Weinstein:[/color] New contract?
EBR:[/COLOR] No. Not yet anyways.
Robert Weinstein:[/color] Hrm. . . I’m usually right when I guess like that.
{His tone indicates his disappointment towards EBR, who nearly feels the need to apologize.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] Well yeah. . . how many things do clients actually ask you for?
Robert Weinstein:[/color] You’re here, aren’t you?
EBR:[/COLOR] {Leaning back}[/color] That’s true.
Robert Weinstein:[/color] You think all I do is petition for contracts?
{With a tongue-in-cheek disposition, he continues.}[/color]
Robert Weinstein:[/color] How insulting. Would you like to do my job? I could use a vacation. So if you have some time to kill. . .
{Both men smile and chuckle.}[/color]
Robert Weinstein:[/color] Seriously though, you’d get eaten alive.
EBR:[/COLOR] . . . Where’d that come from? Here I am thinking we’re just joking-
Robert Weinstein:[/color] Oh, stop being a woman.
EBR:[/COLOR] Just saying, is all.
Robert Weinstein:[/color] Yeah. . . urgh. . . what was it you wanted anyways?
EBR:[/COLOR] Well, I’ve kind of dug myself into a hole. I kind of. . . thinking of the best way to put this. . . beat someone up-
Robert Weinstein:[/color] You’re a wrestler. That’s good. . . you did beat up a fellow wrestler, right?
EBR:[/COLOR] Yeah. . . and well. . . it’s good for me, don’t get me wrong. But now I look like a jerk.
Robert Weinstein:[/color] People have been talking?
EBR:[/COLOR] Not yet. But they will, I’m quite sure of that.
{Momentary pause.}[/color]
Robert Weinstein:[/color] Just hold up a second. Back tracking, and tell me if I have all this. You’re a wrestler, a job which requires you to win – you did win, right?
{EBR nods.}[/color]
Robert Weinstein:[/color] So you have a good performance, which you claim people will talk about. . . and you shot yourself in the foot how exactly?
EBR:[/COLOR] It’s a very complicated profession.
Robert Weinstein:[/color] So if I’m following you, which I might not be because I’m not familiar with the intellectually- disabled person language, you want better publicity? Something along those lines?
EBR:[/COLOR] Exactly. I’m playing with the idea that I’m not as liked as I should be. Otherwise I wouldn’t be caught up in this, you know, “perceived asshole” dilemma. I figure if I look like a better person people will turn around when I do the occasional bad thing.
{He quickly holds up his finger, to stop any potential comments.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] Of course, I didn’t actually do a bad thing; people just might think I did. You feeling me?
{Placing his elbows on his desk Weinstein holds his index fingers vertically across his lips, staring at EBR for several silenced seconds.}[/color]
Robert Weinstein:[/color] You okay with charity work of some kind?
EBR:[/COLOR] Pass. Too much wasted time.
Robert Weinstein:[/color] It’s your best bet. Spend some time rebuilding homes in New Orleans. Bring some cameras. . .
{He claps his hands, which startles EBR.}[/color]
Robert Weinstein:[/color] Boom. You’re set. Just hope you’re not there when Katrina comes back and finishes what she started.
EBR:[/COLOR] Man, I don’t feel safe going to K-Ville. A couple years back I was watching a program on the destruction of New Orleans. All of a sudden I see this big ass alligator just swimming around. Why the hell was there an alligator? Fuck man. . . it’s turning into Lake Placid or some shit down there.
Robert Weinstein:[/color] Alright, the Bayou’s out. You can still do Habit For Humanity in St. Louis.
EBR:[/COLOR] I live in Detroit now.
Robert Weinstein:[/color] The hell’s the matter with you? You move and you never tell me?
EBR:[/COLOR] I didn’t think it was a big deal-
Robert Weinstein:[/color] From now on you tell me everything. How you gonna look if I get you to build houses for the homeless, only for you to never show up because it’s too long of a commute? From now on you tell me when you move. Common sense.
EBR:[/COLOR] Doesn’t matter. I don’t want to do hands on work. I’m not a handyman. I use my hands for fingering, not building.
Robert Weinstein:[/color] You’re killing your options, man. Maybe. . . blah. . . I dunno. . . try going to a Children’s Hospital?
EBR:[/COLOR] I did that about two months ago.
Robert Weinstein:[/color] Go alright?
{Pause.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] I’d say it went pretty well.
Robert Weinstein:[/color] And you have footage of this?
EBR:[/COLOR] No.
Robert Weinstein:[/color] Dammit, E. You need to bring a camera in that situation.
EBR:[/COLOR] I look like I care more if it isn’t broadcasted
Robert Weinstein:[/color] Of course you do, but now you have no proof. Who’s gonna vie that you were there? The children? They go there to die and then you have no one to back you up.
EBR:[/COLOR] Well, there was this one nurse. But we had sex and I’m yet to call her back.
Robert Weinstein:[/color] Were you good? ‘Cause that’ll make a difference.
EBR:[/COLOR] I had a good time. . . I can’t speak for her.
Robert Weinstein:[/color] Hrm. . . I’ve always had you for a straight up fag.
EBR:[/COLOR] . . . You’re like the third person who’s told me that.
Robert Weinstein:[/color] You have that vibe. You’re one of those normal gays.
EBR:[/COLOR] . . . Now how on earth could you possibly-
Robert Weinstein:[/color] Eh. . .{waving his hands}[/color] it doesn’t matter. Leave your skeletons in your own closet. Point is, the ship’s sailed on your whole Hospital visit.
EBR:[/COLOR] {Nodding}[/color] Just throwing this out there, keep the whole theme – donate money to a Hospital.
Robert Weinstein:[/color] Terrible idea. You’ll have to leave your name so people know you donated. Sure, you’ll get a hall or wing named after you, but if you truly cared you’d leave your name as “anonymous” and not care if you got the recognition.
EBR:[/COLOR] True, true. . . I got it. I’ll do some work with those Mothers Against Drunk Driving. That’s easy enough.
Robert Weinstein:[/color] Except you can’t ever get busted for a DUI. Do you really think you can do that?
EBR:[/COLOR] I gotcha.
Robert Weinstein:[/color] No one likes a hypocrite. Ask Rafael Palmeiro.
{Both men sit quietly.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] I gotta be honest; I’m of ideas.
Robert Weinstein:[/color] Well, you want better publicity but you don’t want to put in any work? I don’t want to have to be the one to tell you this, but. . .
EBR:[/COLOR] {Sigh}[/color] I know. . . I know. . .
Robert Weinstein:[/color] Look, maybe I got a quick band-aid for this thing. You beat this guy up – congratulations, by the way – do you have any history with him?
EBR:[/COLOR] We hold a pair of titles together.
Robert Weinstein:[/color] Why would you ever fight your own partner? That’s a bad idea.
{Resorting, EBR snaps back.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] I-know-that-now!
Robert Weinstein:[/color] Hey, don’t me wrong, this is good. Now it’ll look like you’re handing the ball to him.
{Weinstein leans in with a smile across his face.}[/color]
Robert Weinstein:[/color] All you gotta do is go to the ring and praise him. I mean, you praise the hell out of him. Maybe, talk about all the good things he’s done, how he’s still standing – has he complained about the match?
EBR:[/COLOR] No.
Robert Weinstein:[/color] Talk about how he never complained. Just make him out to be a million bucks.
EBR:[/COLOR] What if he’s never done anything good?
Robert Weinstein:[/color] It doesn’t matter. Remember, it’s the context, not the content. Just try and come off as legitimate. You sound like a real dick when you’re sarcastic.
{Cupping his chin with his hand, EBR lightly rubs his growing stubble.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] I really can’t stand CBT. I don’t want people to think he’s suddenly okay.
Robert Weinstein:[/color] You teamed up with someone whose name has initials? You sound like twins.
{Gritting his teeth, EBR sighs.}[/color]
Robert Weinstein:[/color] None of that really matters. You gotta keep in mind that you’re not advocating him, just giving slight credit where it might be due. I mean hey, I’m a jew, but even I respect Hitler’s dedication. A singular motive can’t keep my interest that long, much less can I get an entire country to follow me.
EBR:[/COLOR] That is under looked.
Robert Weinstein:[/color] Praising him makes you look good. You’re suddenly the guy who has a lot of respect for his peers. People love respect. I love respect. I would fuck respect if I could. Hell, get Aretha Franklin in here and I’ll fuck her.
EBR:[/COLOR] {Chuckling}[/color] I hear you. . .
Robert Weinstein:[/color] Nothing CBR’s ever done matters as you long as you don’t make excuses for him. You don’t have to like him - in fact you should tell everyone that. You just have to admit he contributes to society. Or pretend he does. Either works as long as you’re convincing.
EBR:[/COLOR] If this blows up in my face you’ll still get me some work?
Robert Weinstein:[/color] Charity work?
{He looks around the room compulsively, before slamming his first on the desk.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] Fine, charity work.
Robert Weinstein:[/color] Don’t hit my desk.
{EBR quickly take his hand off.}[/color]
EBR:[/COLOR] Sorry.
Robert Weinstein:[/color] I’ll see what I can do. I’ll call you in a couple of weeks.
EBR:[/COLOR] Thanks, Bobby.
Robert Weinstein:[/color] It’s Robert Weinstein. If you’re EBR to me, I’m Robert Weinstein to you.
EBR:[/COLOR] You can call me Eric if you want.
Robert Weinstein:[/color] Yeah. . . whatever. . .
EBR:[/COLOR] You really think this will work?
Robert Weinstein:[/color] Of course it’ll work. Just don’t screw it up. Do you want me to write it down for you?
EBR:[/COLOR] No, no. . . I should be fine.
{Rising, he pushes his chair and walks towards the door. Weinstein shouts out before EBR can exit, catching his attention.}[/color]
Robert Weinstein:[/color] Oh, E. Remember, I love you.
{Turning around, EBR flashes an inquisitive stare.}[/color]
Robert Weinstein:[/color] You’ve always struck me as the insecure type. The kind that needs someone to give them a pat on the ass whenever they do something well. . . not that way, though.
EBR:[/COLOR] I’m not. . .
{The urge to argue increases as he stands by the door. He opens his mouth as Weinstein shakes his head and chuckles. Only a sigh escapes from EBR.}[/color]
EBR:[/color] Forget it. . .
{He walks out of the office, disappointed and to a small degree offended. Weinstein really is a prick. But at least he’s a prick with nicely crafted ideas.
Everything’s going “EBR”. Huh-Rah.}[/color]
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WhoOoOaH! I just had to see what the big deal was with every wrestler these days calling out their opponents in strange and contrived ways. Back in the day people used to go to the beach, an abandoned warehouse, a church, or a forest whenever they’d have a message for their opponents. Nowadays we have a real lack of initiative and respect. I like to think I’m worth the time for someone to travel to a clichéd locale and attempt to call me out. But I digress. . .
I wish you good luck this week, Possessed Child. Of course, I question why I would even need to specify that I’m talking to you, considering this is addressed to you, but again neither here nor there. . .
I am familiar with your work, oddly enough. I did commentary when you faced CBT, who won because he’s CBT and he has a long list of accomplishments. According to him. I think a nowadays people don’t give CBT the respect he probably deserves. He’s won a couple of titles and what not. I suppose he’s a bit pretentious and generally unlikable, but he never complained after Survival of the Fittest. That’s pretty cool. Big thumbs up for CBT, yeah!
But back on track (even though I clearly could have edited the above. . .hrm), I really have no ill will with you. Your only noticeable fault is how you feel the need to make everything personal. You always brag about such little accomplishments. I suppose that’s fine if you’re facing Reckless or something, but what exactly are gonna say about me? Call me the has-been like everyone else? Or make a fun acronym with my name (though, I’d just kindly point out your name implies you’re a child when in actuality you look like you’re in your late ‘30s)?
I guess you could mention the things you’ve done on the House Shows if you’re really desperate. But would that be wise? I mean, really? Let’s say you do, hypothetically speaking of course. You bring up how you won a ladder match and some title I’ve never even heard of. That wouldn’t make much sense because again, hypothetically speaking, I’d point out how I’ve competed in the WFDC (look it up). And if my memory serves me correctly I was entered into the WFDC Hall of Fame, or something along those lines. And hypothetically speaking, I’d hate to have to tell you that I later went on to own the WFDC. So naturally, any time you’d brag about your achievements I’d just remind you that in a roundabout way it’s almost as if you’re fighting in a circuit that was literally under me.
But that’s just hypothetically speaking, and I’m sure you’d have more common sense than that.
That’s all I really wanted to say. Just wish you luck and advise you not to say anything that’d be too easy to shut down.
And do me a favor and tell Kurt and ‘Gurk I said “Hi”.
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