Post by ocwnewsline on Jul 30, 2016 20:39:23 GMT -5
Marcus Welsh traversed the inner workings of the fairly lavish hotel provided by Buffet toward his more desirable candidates. Welsh, a former CEO of C-Beyond, had been listless since their buyout. Despite his sparkling resume, he had yet to land a job befitting of his qualifications and aggression.
He hoped that would come to an end. He hoped Buffet would see the traits desired within the eyes and mannerisms of Welsh. As far as his answers went, those were merely aesthetical. The true revelations lied in the cadence, body language, and other subtleties that often gave pretenders away in the face of scrutiny.
Buffet had maintained a level of sobriety indicating the seriousness of a man facing an important task.
Welsh, clad in a suit, despite the laid back surroundings, took a seat across from his hopeful future employer. Buffet offered a blue tinted beverage, Welsh declined.
Jimmy Buffet: Alright, Marcus, it appears as though you’re the final candidate.
Welsh nodded.
Jimmy Buffet: It has been an impressive haul up to this point. You’re really going to have to dazzle me if you want this job.
Marcus Welsh: If that’s the case, I might as well leave now.
Jimmy Buffet: Oh? And why is that?
Buffet leaned forward, intrigued.
Marcus Welsh: Because, I can’t imagine how an interview for a GM position at one of the most famous wrestling organizations taking place on a beach is going to prove to you whether or not I’m fit for the task.
Jimmy Buffet: You don’t?
Marcus Welsh: Nope, I mean I could toss all the fancy platitudes your way, designed to impress. But they’d simply ring hollow. Truth be told, I think you’ve already made your mind up.
Jimmy Buffet: Is that so?
Marcus Welsh: Uh-huh. There’s a reason why you placed me last. There’s a reason why, despite having your mind made up, you waited for the very last interview to cease before ending the search. It’s because you’ve known, this entire time, that I was the man for the job.
Buffet’s brow furrowed.
Jimmy Buffet: Is this some kind of Jedi mind trick?
Marcus Welsh: Ha, hardly, simply the truth, sir. And, hey, I get it. The song and dance, the pomp and circumstance, you wanted to turn this into a spectacle to draw people’s attentions. I dig that. OCW needs all the polish it can get at this point – something to draw the public’s eye back into this dimly lit corner of the wrestling world.
Jimmy Buffet: What’s your plan, assuming you still have a chance for the position despite the way you’ve talked to me throughout this interview?
Marcus Welsh: Simple, to make money. I’m a bottom line kind of guy, sir. I thrive on trimming expenses while increasing profit. People think it can’t be done. All the time, idiots spout, “You’ve got to spend money, to make it.” That’s bull shit, pardon my language. You simply have to be smart. You have to know where money should be allocated and where it should be rescinded. It isn’t as hard as most make it out to be.
Jimmy Buffet: We agree on that.
Marcus Welsh: The wrestlers will be asked to entertain. As long as they entertain, they will be fed a happy package. The minute they no longer entertain, they will be cut loose. They won’t be treated like circus creatures, yet they won’t live the lives of kings, either. That life style is reserved for you, and you alone, sir.
Buffet smiled.
Marcus Welsh: I don’t see any point in meandering away from what made OCW great. Sure, we don’t need to invade the streets of Compton or battle in the foliage of some third world jungle, but there’s no need in falling into the mundane. No need in doing what every, single, ordinary company out there does.
Jimmy Buffet: So, you have a vision?
Marcus Welsh: I do and, trust me, once it’s unveiled, there won’t be any need in resuscitating the OCW corpse. It will be alive and well.
Buffet slammed his fist into the table. Marcus didn’t move. His steel eyed stare remained fixated on his hopeful employer. The man had equanimity about him. A calm that would make the slight insecurities quiver. He exuded confidence and concealed a true brutality. He was perfect.
Jimmy Buffet: I’ll be damned if you didn’t do exactly what you said couldn’t be done. You’ve dazzled me, Marcus.
Buffet stood up and extended his hand. Marcus, rising half as fast, shook it.
Jimmy Buffet: Congratulations, the job is yours.
Marcus Welsh: One condition, sir.
Jimmy Buffet: Oh? Salary? Vacation days? Everything is as promised in the initial courtship, I can assure you. The contract will be faxed over, have your attorney look over it if you want to be sure.
Marcus Welsh: Oh, I trust all that. You wouldn’t be the businessman you are today if you went about screwing people over. I just had a request that I’d like to see you honor.
Jimmy Buffet: Which is?
Marcus Welsh: The Eastern European. I’d like to bring him in as my second in command. I’m not sure, exactly what I’d call him. Maybe commissioner…I need to think it over. Regardless, I’d like to bring him on.
Jimmy Buffet: Why? He was, seriously, last on my list.
Marcus Welsh: Something about him. We met in the lobby yesterday and talked for a good while. Everything about him screams insane. Yet, I couldn’t help but detect a sense of productivity in the man, efficiency if you will. I believe he’d be a great asset to the product.
Buffet shrugged and took an elongated sip of his drink.
Jimmy Buffet: Hey, it’s your show. You’ve got six months to turn this thing around. Hire whoever you want.
They completed the hand shake and parted ways.
And, like that, it was official.
Marcus Welsh is the new GM of OCW.
He hoped that would come to an end. He hoped Buffet would see the traits desired within the eyes and mannerisms of Welsh. As far as his answers went, those were merely aesthetical. The true revelations lied in the cadence, body language, and other subtleties that often gave pretenders away in the face of scrutiny.
Buffet had maintained a level of sobriety indicating the seriousness of a man facing an important task.
Welsh, clad in a suit, despite the laid back surroundings, took a seat across from his hopeful future employer. Buffet offered a blue tinted beverage, Welsh declined.
Jimmy Buffet: Alright, Marcus, it appears as though you’re the final candidate.
Welsh nodded.
Jimmy Buffet: It has been an impressive haul up to this point. You’re really going to have to dazzle me if you want this job.
Marcus Welsh: If that’s the case, I might as well leave now.
Jimmy Buffet: Oh? And why is that?
Buffet leaned forward, intrigued.
Marcus Welsh: Because, I can’t imagine how an interview for a GM position at one of the most famous wrestling organizations taking place on a beach is going to prove to you whether or not I’m fit for the task.
Jimmy Buffet: You don’t?
Marcus Welsh: Nope, I mean I could toss all the fancy platitudes your way, designed to impress. But they’d simply ring hollow. Truth be told, I think you’ve already made your mind up.
Jimmy Buffet: Is that so?
Marcus Welsh: Uh-huh. There’s a reason why you placed me last. There’s a reason why, despite having your mind made up, you waited for the very last interview to cease before ending the search. It’s because you’ve known, this entire time, that I was the man for the job.
Buffet’s brow furrowed.
Jimmy Buffet: Is this some kind of Jedi mind trick?
Marcus Welsh: Ha, hardly, simply the truth, sir. And, hey, I get it. The song and dance, the pomp and circumstance, you wanted to turn this into a spectacle to draw people’s attentions. I dig that. OCW needs all the polish it can get at this point – something to draw the public’s eye back into this dimly lit corner of the wrestling world.
Jimmy Buffet: What’s your plan, assuming you still have a chance for the position despite the way you’ve talked to me throughout this interview?
Marcus Welsh: Simple, to make money. I’m a bottom line kind of guy, sir. I thrive on trimming expenses while increasing profit. People think it can’t be done. All the time, idiots spout, “You’ve got to spend money, to make it.” That’s bull shit, pardon my language. You simply have to be smart. You have to know where money should be allocated and where it should be rescinded. It isn’t as hard as most make it out to be.
Jimmy Buffet: We agree on that.
Marcus Welsh: The wrestlers will be asked to entertain. As long as they entertain, they will be fed a happy package. The minute they no longer entertain, they will be cut loose. They won’t be treated like circus creatures, yet they won’t live the lives of kings, either. That life style is reserved for you, and you alone, sir.
Buffet smiled.
Marcus Welsh: I don’t see any point in meandering away from what made OCW great. Sure, we don’t need to invade the streets of Compton or battle in the foliage of some third world jungle, but there’s no need in falling into the mundane. No need in doing what every, single, ordinary company out there does.
Jimmy Buffet: So, you have a vision?
Marcus Welsh: I do and, trust me, once it’s unveiled, there won’t be any need in resuscitating the OCW corpse. It will be alive and well.
Buffet slammed his fist into the table. Marcus didn’t move. His steel eyed stare remained fixated on his hopeful employer. The man had equanimity about him. A calm that would make the slight insecurities quiver. He exuded confidence and concealed a true brutality. He was perfect.
Jimmy Buffet: I’ll be damned if you didn’t do exactly what you said couldn’t be done. You’ve dazzled me, Marcus.
Buffet stood up and extended his hand. Marcus, rising half as fast, shook it.
Jimmy Buffet: Congratulations, the job is yours.
Marcus Welsh: One condition, sir.
Jimmy Buffet: Oh? Salary? Vacation days? Everything is as promised in the initial courtship, I can assure you. The contract will be faxed over, have your attorney look over it if you want to be sure.
Marcus Welsh: Oh, I trust all that. You wouldn’t be the businessman you are today if you went about screwing people over. I just had a request that I’d like to see you honor.
Jimmy Buffet: Which is?
Marcus Welsh: The Eastern European. I’d like to bring him in as my second in command. I’m not sure, exactly what I’d call him. Maybe commissioner…I need to think it over. Regardless, I’d like to bring him on.
Jimmy Buffet: Why? He was, seriously, last on my list.
Marcus Welsh: Something about him. We met in the lobby yesterday and talked for a good while. Everything about him screams insane. Yet, I couldn’t help but detect a sense of productivity in the man, efficiency if you will. I believe he’d be a great asset to the product.
Buffet shrugged and took an elongated sip of his drink.
Jimmy Buffet: Hey, it’s your show. You’ve got six months to turn this thing around. Hire whoever you want.
They completed the hand shake and parted ways.
And, like that, it was official.
Marcus Welsh is the new GM of OCW.