Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2019 20:05:45 GMT -5
Such a pity.....Such a pity for those who walk the halls of this company with their noses in the air. Feeling high on their high horses without the thought that one day they might become reckless and lose everything that they had gained in this business. An ego can only take you so far until it kills you. Take it from me, luckily I have learned to balance myself out. My focus has never been more clear than what it is now. I knew that my hunger would eventually wake up and come from out of hibernation. The hunger inside of me that was waiting for me to remember who I was. I knew it all along, I knew what kind of man I was, I knew what I was capable of inside the squared circle, all I needed was to have the right guidance to wash over me in remembrance of who Jason Kortare is, the man of winning victories. I feel the revival moving towards my destiny, the light coming at the end of my tunnel. Months and months of laying in the darkness, being homeless, losing everything, wondering if I should get back in the ring again. It feels like cold water rushing over my whole entire body, now that I am wide awake, my full agenda of finishing where I left off in my career can now be completed. You think you know me? You think you know Kortare? No need to do your research on me, quit trying to figure me out like i'm a math problem to solve. Everything in the past can remain back there, all you need to know about me is everything that is now in front of you. My blood, sweat and tears has splattered all over this business and now everything has dried. I've cried alone during my lonely nights of sleeping in my car, I have punched walls and shattered glass with frustration of my family turning their backs on me. It's all fun and dandy when the happy go lucky superstars of OCW can put on an entertaining show for the fans with their interesting, yet slightly odd personalities. Me? I'm not a gimmick, i'm not a clown, i'm not a walking puppet, I am simply a man with muscle and power, a man with intelligence, greatness and the ability to step into a ring once more and let them know that Hell has always been here. Hell goes by the name of me, don't be fooled, I can smile while gritting my teeth with rage underneath. I am a man of many emotions, many talents, many skills. Whether you support me, respect me, walk alongside me, or against me? Understand, that somehow, some way, you are going to feel the blood and emotion of Kortare whenever you come within contact. I am something that cannot be ignored, plain and simple.
I am sober. I am revived. I am refreshed. I am focused. I am ready to get back into the jungle and hunt. The hunger in me continues to build........and I need to eat.
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Hot steam filled the walls and mirrors inside the luxurious bathroom. Water splashing everywhere, my muscular body getting every inch of the shower gel soap. The masculine shower gel scent filled the room up to perfection. I let the water run all over me, from head to toe. Why was this shower feeling so good? Could it be because the shower was from inside a hotel in New York? New York city, my favorite city in the world? Maybe it was because I just really needed this shower. I did a lot of things recently that would make a man sweaty, one of the things was training in the ring. I been getting myself ready to officially make my return to the squared circle. So many faces I wanted to break, but i'm not here to give them any spotlight attention, no names mentioned, just the intention of regaining all the in-ring greatness that I had lost in the past.
~Manhattan, New York, 7:25PM
Fitzpatrick Manhattan Hotel NY~
I turned the shower water off, I grabbed the white towel and stepped out the shower. I couldn't help but notice my reflection as I stood there naked in front of the mirror. My reflection, for the first time in a long time, I finally started to recognize myself again. I remember me, I remember that determination. Once I was done drying myself off with the towel, I wrapped it around my waist as I exit the bathroom and entered the bedroom. Walking across the bedroom, the beautiful view of New York can be seen through our windows. Marcus Welsh was laying up on the bed as I walked over towards my suitcases to pick out what clothes to wear tonight. I looked over my shoulder and I could see that he was on his laptop.
I removed my towel and tossed it on the floor. I had my bags open, I pulled out a nice pair of designer jeans and a nice green buttoned up shirt to go with it.
[Jason]: "The name of the place that I am taking you to is called the "Grove Lounge". It's a really nice spot, it's a bar lounge with good music. There are some people that I would like for you to meet. I'm happy that I was able to set up this meeting for you. We should be downstairs and ready by 8:30. They are expecting you."
I knew Marcus was hearing me even though he was on his laptop. He always listened, that was one of the things I liked about him. I was almost fully dressed, I had my jeans on and my shirt on. All I had left to do was fix my hair, put on my shoes and my watch. I couldn't wait to feel that cool warm air in the city night. Marcus began to get himself ready after he turns off his laptop. Watching him get ready, he looked great in what he was going to be putting on. It was almost time for us to go, I had my shoes on and I was ready to head out. Text messages was being sent to my phone. Once the cab pulled up in front of our hotel building, we got into the back of the cab and was heading towards the bar lounge. I knew that I could be in an atmosphere of alcohol and not be tempted to drink. Riding in the back of the taxi cab felt like pure bliss. I was back in my city, with an awesome guy. I showed Marcus some of my favorite places in New York. It felt like the night was just getting started. We pulled up in front of the Grove Lounge and made it inside the building at 8:47PM. The whole entire lounge looked great from the inside. It was a well put together bar lounge. There were several people standing around, drinking their drinks and making great conversation with everybody who was there. Jazz music was playing by a live band on the far left side of the room. There was a nice bar set up with bartenders serving up drinks. I looked around to see if certain people had arrived yet. The whole area was kinda big in size, it was big enough to have a full party event. I walked with Marcus through the room, I leaned in to whisper something soft in his ear. All Marcus could do was smile while shaking his head with a chuckle. The look I had on my face was priceless and i'm sure he knew what the look meant.
[ ? ]: "Jason Kortare...."
I looked over my shoulder as I heard the voice calling out to me. I turned around to see two successful looking men in business suits walking over in our direction. We were all in a cornered section of the lounge as the two men approaches Marcus and I.
[ ? ]: "Jason Kortare, it's so nice to see you again man."
Both men began to shake our hands.
[Jason]: "Bab....uuuh, Marcus, Marcus this is Daven Hillcott and John Boles. They work in marketing and other business promotions. I used to work with them years ago when I had my own marketing business."
[John]: "It is so nice to finally meet you Mr. Welsh. I am a huge wrestling fan, I watch Monday Night Massacre every week."
[Daven]: "Me too, I love wrestling. Jason is a great guy we used to work with years ago. We had mutual friends back then. He told us about you and told us about some business ideas. When he wanted to set up this meeting with you, well, John and I simply couldn't resist."
So there we were, me, Marcus, John and Daven inside the nice bar lounge. We were ready to talk business as we all stood together in a circle near the bar. A bar waitress approaches us with a smile.
[Waitress]: "Hello Gentlemen, can I get you guys a drink?"
[Daven]: "Greygoose vodka."
[John]: "a beer"
[Jason]: "A diet ginger ale with lime."
[Daven]: "Jason, it's so great to see you again. Thank you for setting up this little business meeting with us. I love this bar, i'm glad you picked it out."
Luckily the whole area wasn't very crowded at all. The atmosphere was perfect, not that many people. The music wasn't too loud, the place wasn't too dark on the inside. It had a sexy vibe to it. Marcus decided to order himself a drink. Once the waitress had brought over everybody's drinks, the night was only going to get better from there on out.
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Time was going by.
It was turning out to be a good night. Marcus and I were making good conversation with John and Daven. Marcus was telling John and Daven about the history he had in wrestling. I didn't want to take over the conversation with my own business history, therefore I decided to let Marcus talk to them. John and Daven was enjoying Marcus's company. They were talking about business and what they do in their careers. Pretty soon, I was going to finally open up and talk to Marcus about the business idea that I had in mind for him.
As the conversations between us continued.....I suddenly felt the need to pull Marcus away for a moment. Looking at Marcus from head to toe, I begin to lean in and whisper in his ear. John and Daven were probably wondering why Marcus suddenly had a certain look on his face. I rubbed his lower back and continued to whisper words in his ear. Marcus knows me well enough to know how my body language works.
[Jason]: "Could you give us a few minutes? Were gonna head to the bathroom, be back in a minute."
[John]: "I could take a leak myself, we'll go with you."
[Jason and Marcus]: "No...."
Jason and Marcus begins to step away from the gentlemen for a moment.
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20 MINUTES LATER
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Marcus and Jason quickly heads back over to John and Daven who were waiting patiently in the same spot.
[Jason]: "Hey guys, sorry to keep you waiting..."
[John]: "Is everything ok?"
[Jason and Marcus]: "Great."
Shades of red were finally leaving Jason's cheek bones as he fixes himself up and begins to ask the waitress for a bottle of water.
[Daven]: "Perhaps, we can discuss this business idea that you wanted to tell us Jason? Involving Marcus and OCW?"
I was in my own little world for a quick second. When I finally snapped out of it, I blinked my eyes to look over at the gentlemen.
[Jason]: "Yeah, yeah for sure..."
I looked over at Marcus, I felt confident in what I was about to tell him.
[Jason]: "Marcus, as you know, inside the key west arena for OCW, they have a skybox which is located up top in the arena during the live shows for Monday night Massacre. There is a nicely sized Skybox inside the arena that is filled with a bar, couches, it's like a cool looking bar lounge. It's got the perfect sized space. Honestly, I been thinking a lot about this and I think it would be awesome if we sorta turned the skybox into something better for OCW. I was thinking that we could take that space and turn it into an exclusive bar lounge from OCW. We turn it into our own little club, a hangout spot where people can have drinks, mingle with other guests and all that stuff. Here's the thing, you can take full ownership of it, make it a true OCW owned business, name the club whatever you want and you can take in the profit. The great thing about this idea is that we will promote the lounge just as much as we promote OCW as a wrestling company. We can make it big, we can make it big to the point where famous people will come to the Monday night shows and hangout inside the skybox lounge. The whole idea will draw in exposure from very important people."
[John]: "Kinda like OCW going Hollywood, something that would be really good for the company."
[Jason]: "Exactly, see, you are the GM once again, which is great, Monday night Massacre is the hottest show on STARZ network right now. I think it's time we take full advantage of that and create ourselves a profit that will make good money for OCW and pull in people from all over Hollywood. Pretty soon, OCW will become more than just another wrestling show, it will become a well known brand in Hollywood. It will be more exposure and more money coming in. This bar lounge idea will give us the attention that will only make things better for OCW as a brand. Once they see the great things that you bring into it? OCW headquarters will have no choice but to respect the name Welsh. I can't imagine anything being as big and better than the actual wrestling itself, but of course this idea will only make things sweeter. I think it's time to think big and I think that this is a cool idea. Of course I will be there to help you, I can even volunteer to occasionally be in charge of the bar. I never managed a business like that before, but it's worth a shot."
[John]: "We can remodel the skybox room, knock down some walls and increase the space level. We can really turn it into the ultimate domain if you are interested Mr. Welsh."
TBC By Marcus Welsh