Post by stevengold78 on Nov 10, 2012 18:56:33 GMT -5
"Stunning " Steven Gold is sitting in a booth at the Scranton eatery Smith's Restaurant...he is halfway through a plate of steak and eggs (with home fries, of course) when a lovely young woman, wearing a smart-looking black business suit and carrying a brief case, slides into the booth seat across from him.
Gold sticks a fork full of meat and egg into his mouth and looks at her curiously, figuring she's a groupie or autograph seeker...then he thinks, No, she's too well dressed for that. This should be interesting...
Woman: "Mr. Gold, my name is Victoria Frost. I don't mean to be so forward, but I've been trying to track you down for the last few hours."
Gold: "Ms. Frost, it's always a pleasure to have a beautiful women join me for a meal, but generally if it's breakfast, that means we've woken up together."
Frost: "Oh my, you are quite the charmer Mr. Gold. Let me assure you I am not in the least bit interested in that. I am not some wrestling bimbo, and I do not want to be your valet."
Gold: "Well then Ms. Frost, at least allow me to buy you some breakfast?"
Frost: "No thank you. I awoke this morning at 5 a.m., and in the last two hours, I've done a spin class, pilates, showered, and got a call from an associated of mine telling me you were here. I'll have breakfast in my office in an hour. For now, I am here to talk business, if you don't mind?"
Gold: "No, I don't mind at all. I'm just wondering why you've been looking for me?"
Frost: Mr. Gold, I am an agent representing sports figures around the northeast. I've been having a discussions with someone you may know of...a Gunner Hughes?"
Gold: "Ah yes...the sports agent. I've heard Hughes was talking with someone. I just never figured someone as lovely as you would be interested in him...I figure he'd have landed someone looking a little more like a bulldog."
Frost: "Well, I'll take that as something of a compliment, though I should tell you...Mr. Hughes isn't exactly landed, as you put it. I've tried to get him to sign on as a client, but he's not interested right now. My interest at the moment is more geared to both of you, and a money-making opportunity for all of us."
As she's been speaking, Ms. Frost has opened her briefcase, pulled out some documents, and slid them across the table...Gold puts down the fork, grabs the paper and is flipping through them...
Gold: "Hmm..interesting. Champion versus champion, right. Decent money, though I've seen better. Has Hughes seen this?"
Frost: "I met with him yesterday. Unlike you, he seemed very impressed with the money, but not so much with the champion vs. champion aspect. He went so far as to call your IG belt a phony title."
Gold looks up from his breakfast and starts to chuckle...
Gold: "A phony title, huh? Well that figures. A little mind with no grasp of the big world in this business. And it doesn't surprise me that he would think of that as a lot of money...this guy probably grew up in a trailer park outside of Portland, while I was raised by affluent parents in the Madison Park neighborhood of Seattle, and Portland is never better than Seattle in anything.
"Ms. Frost, let me explain something to you so you understand better the dynamics of what you're getting yourself into. Mr. Hughes went to the Wachovia Center in Philadelphia during a show sponsored by a slightly-larger federation to win the WBSW title, and don't be fooled...he can call it a WORLD TITLE all he wants, it's still a regional belt.
"On the other hand, I was flown in a private jet to Tokyo, where I wrestled in front of 100,000 people and won the OWA Inter-Global Heavyweight Championship. It automatically makes me the No. 1 contender to the OWA World title, a belt I've held three times. In the world of professional wrestling, the top talent on the planet would kill to get a shot at me right now because I am one step from a world championship...Mr. Hughes is a regional company champion, albeit a very good regional company champion.
"The one thing you will never, ever hear me do is question Mr. Hughes' toughness or talents. I've watched film of his matches, and I know he has abilities. He also has weaknesses, and I have every intention of exploiting those tonight when I beat him up in Pittsburgh, because that is what I do best."
Frost: "Thank you Mr. Gold, all of that was very enlightening. What I need to know is, are you in or out?"
Gold: "Well Ms. Frost, it seems to me that you're not in a position to ask that. Hughes won't hire you, you're not my agent. It seems to me that Alex Morgan would have something to say about all of this, given that it is his company.
"But I must tell you, you do have guts to approach a man you know nothing about and make an offer that you have no business making...I like that. I do think you have what it takes to be a very good agent.
"And I must say, I get the feeling you have a lot of faith in my ability, After all, you've worked up a deal for a match that can happen only if I beat Mr. Hughes tonight...that tells me you are of the belief that I will be successful and be in line for a WBSW title match and a possible champion vs. champion main event. Well played Ms. Frost."
As he finishes speaking, Frost has opened her brief case and withdrawn a document, an agent agreement -- she puts it and a pen on the table. Gold looks at it with a slight smile, stands from bench he's been sitting on, and drops $25 on the table...breakfast and tip. He steps to where he is standing next to where Frost is sitting, reaches down, picks up the pen and signs the agreement...
Gold: "Okay then...Vicki. I'm going to drive to Pittsburgh now, and tonight, I'm going to beat up Mr. Hughes. It will then be your job to make sure I get my title shot and that Gold-Hughes One will be the glorious moment it should be. Consider yourself hired Vicki..."
As Gold walks away, Frost looks at the agent agreement, then back at the contract for the Gold-Hughest Champions vs. Champion match, and can't help but smile.
Gold sticks a fork full of meat and egg into his mouth and looks at her curiously, figuring she's a groupie or autograph seeker...then he thinks, No, she's too well dressed for that. This should be interesting...
Woman: "Mr. Gold, my name is Victoria Frost. I don't mean to be so forward, but I've been trying to track you down for the last few hours."
Gold: "Ms. Frost, it's always a pleasure to have a beautiful women join me for a meal, but generally if it's breakfast, that means we've woken up together."
Frost: "Oh my, you are quite the charmer Mr. Gold. Let me assure you I am not in the least bit interested in that. I am not some wrestling bimbo, and I do not want to be your valet."
Gold: "Well then Ms. Frost, at least allow me to buy you some breakfast?"
Frost: "No thank you. I awoke this morning at 5 a.m., and in the last two hours, I've done a spin class, pilates, showered, and got a call from an associated of mine telling me you were here. I'll have breakfast in my office in an hour. For now, I am here to talk business, if you don't mind?"
Gold: "No, I don't mind at all. I'm just wondering why you've been looking for me?"
Frost: Mr. Gold, I am an agent representing sports figures around the northeast. I've been having a discussions with someone you may know of...a Gunner Hughes?"
Gold: "Ah yes...the sports agent. I've heard Hughes was talking with someone. I just never figured someone as lovely as you would be interested in him...I figure he'd have landed someone looking a little more like a bulldog."
Frost: "Well, I'll take that as something of a compliment, though I should tell you...Mr. Hughes isn't exactly landed, as you put it. I've tried to get him to sign on as a client, but he's not interested right now. My interest at the moment is more geared to both of you, and a money-making opportunity for all of us."
As she's been speaking, Ms. Frost has opened her briefcase, pulled out some documents, and slid them across the table...Gold puts down the fork, grabs the paper and is flipping through them...
Gold: "Hmm..interesting. Champion versus champion, right. Decent money, though I've seen better. Has Hughes seen this?"
Frost: "I met with him yesterday. Unlike you, he seemed very impressed with the money, but not so much with the champion vs. champion aspect. He went so far as to call your IG belt a phony title."
Gold looks up from his breakfast and starts to chuckle...
Gold: "A phony title, huh? Well that figures. A little mind with no grasp of the big world in this business. And it doesn't surprise me that he would think of that as a lot of money...this guy probably grew up in a trailer park outside of Portland, while I was raised by affluent parents in the Madison Park neighborhood of Seattle, and Portland is never better than Seattle in anything.
"Ms. Frost, let me explain something to you so you understand better the dynamics of what you're getting yourself into. Mr. Hughes went to the Wachovia Center in Philadelphia during a show sponsored by a slightly-larger federation to win the WBSW title, and don't be fooled...he can call it a WORLD TITLE all he wants, it's still a regional belt.
"On the other hand, I was flown in a private jet to Tokyo, where I wrestled in front of 100,000 people and won the OWA Inter-Global Heavyweight Championship. It automatically makes me the No. 1 contender to the OWA World title, a belt I've held three times. In the world of professional wrestling, the top talent on the planet would kill to get a shot at me right now because I am one step from a world championship...Mr. Hughes is a regional company champion, albeit a very good regional company champion.
"The one thing you will never, ever hear me do is question Mr. Hughes' toughness or talents. I've watched film of his matches, and I know he has abilities. He also has weaknesses, and I have every intention of exploiting those tonight when I beat him up in Pittsburgh, because that is what I do best."
Frost: "Thank you Mr. Gold, all of that was very enlightening. What I need to know is, are you in or out?"
Gold: "Well Ms. Frost, it seems to me that you're not in a position to ask that. Hughes won't hire you, you're not my agent. It seems to me that Alex Morgan would have something to say about all of this, given that it is his company.
"But I must tell you, you do have guts to approach a man you know nothing about and make an offer that you have no business making...I like that. I do think you have what it takes to be a very good agent.
"And I must say, I get the feeling you have a lot of faith in my ability, After all, you've worked up a deal for a match that can happen only if I beat Mr. Hughes tonight...that tells me you are of the belief that I will be successful and be in line for a WBSW title match and a possible champion vs. champion main event. Well played Ms. Frost."
As he finishes speaking, Frost has opened her brief case and withdrawn a document, an agent agreement -- she puts it and a pen on the table. Gold looks at it with a slight smile, stands from bench he's been sitting on, and drops $25 on the table...breakfast and tip. He steps to where he is standing next to where Frost is sitting, reaches down, picks up the pen and signs the agreement...
Gold: "Okay then...Vicki. I'm going to drive to Pittsburgh now, and tonight, I'm going to beat up Mr. Hughes. It will then be your job to make sure I get my title shot and that Gold-Hughes One will be the glorious moment it should be. Consider yourself hired Vicki..."
As Gold walks away, Frost looks at the agent agreement, then back at the contract for the Gold-Hughest Champions vs. Champion match, and can't help but smile.