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THE MEETING
Date: January 5, 1999
Time: 2:50 P.M.
Location: XCC Headquarters, Los Angeles, CA
It was an overcast and colder than usual January day in California. Josh Bristow is sitting uncomfortably at his desk staring out his office window over-looking the south side of downtown Los Angeles. Its days like this, he thought to himself, that remind me of home. The dark and gloomy autumn days of rustic Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania were still a vivid memory in the back of his mind.
It had been a year since he had made the jump from Silverman Productions to move out west and join family friend Vince Whiteman in his pursuit to “find the next great idea.” Josh, an Ivy League Graduate, wasn’t terribly impressed with Vince’s “bowling alley law practices,” but they were generating revenue and were allowing the “Steel City Playboy” to pursue his ambitions in the world of Mixed Martial Arts. Vince’s baby, Xtreme Cage Combat had made it through its first year of operation without many problems, but also unfortunately without much fanfare. The show’s booking had been mediocre at best and the cards were drawing the types of crowds at which a GAMMA administrator would cringe.
Internally, Josh blamed himself for the lack of success and innovation surrounding the company. As far as Josh could tell, Vince was happy with the company’s product, but then again Vince was never one for showing all of his true emotions. The fact of the matter was that Josh was a “numbers” guy and he could never understand the type of emotion necessary to be on the same level as a fighter. He didn’t look at a fighter and see a modern gladiator, he saw a disposable product he needed to sell. He didn’t see the newly designed and built two-thousand-seat Hazard Pavilion on South Main Street as hallowed ground, he saw demographic pie charts in action. Try all his anger and might, Josh would never be his father. The herald stories of Henry Bristow were ones of greatness and legend, to this day they still made Josh clinch his fist in resentment.
As he let out a deep sigh, his office phone begins to ring.
Yes?
Mr. Bristow?
Yes?
Did you still need to meet with Vince this afternoon?
Yes…Yes I did.
Vince said he will be able to see you at 3 O’clock, if that works for you?
Well, that’s not very much notice…
Mr. Bristow, you know what his schedule is like… He can give you fifteen minutes at 3…
That will be fine Kathy, thank you…
Josh glancing at his watch knew he had very little time to prepare for what he felt needed to be said. In his mind, it had been a year and he had done what was expected of him. Vince had explained and promised that when the time came, he would move Josh to a more suitable position handling the finances and would bring someone in to handle the booking and day to day operations with the talent. Josh had even taken it upon himself to vet some of his former co-workers at Silverman and felt he had a couple potential replacements he could present to Vince.
As he closed his desk drawer and set a folder containing resumes on his desk, he noticed a new email had made its way into his inbox. “It’s probably another damn Windows 98 update” he thought to himself. As the window opened, the name Will Davidson Jr. appeared next to Sender. “What could he possibly want?” Josh thought to himself. As he went to open the email, his office phone began to ring again.
Yes?
Mr. Bristow, are you going to be able to make your 3 O’clock?
Yes, Why?
Well, Mr. Bristow, it's 3 O’clock.
I’m sorry, Yes, I’m on way over.
Date: January 5, 1999
Time: 3:06 P.M.
Location: Vince Whiteman’s Office
Kathy Daniels: “Mr. Whiteman, I have Mr. Josh Bristow to see you…”
Vince Whiteman: “Yes, bring him in… Thank you Kathy…”
Vince Whiteman: “Joshua, just the man I wanted to see. How are you?”
Josh Bristow: “I’m fine, thanks.”
Vince Whiteman: “Wow, hold back the excitement buddy, so what’s got your ass in a sling today?” (Whiteman props his feet on his desk)
Josh Bristow: “As I said I’m doing fine, I just had some matters of business I was hoping we could discuss.”
Vince Whiteman: “Well, since you’re classically late, I have about have eight minutes to spare before I have to catch a car to the airport. So what do you got for me?”
Josh Bristow: “I wasn’t aware you were leaving town.”
Vince Whiteman: “I’m not, what do you got for me?”
Josh Bristow: “Well… (clearing his throat), as you know Vince, the New Year is upon us...”
Vince Whiteman: “I know tell me about it right, did I tell you about those two girls in Vegas?”
Josh Bristow: “No you didn’t, but that’s not…”
Vince Whiteman: “Well, let me tell you, I don’t remember much, but I was sore as hell the next morning, that’s for sure.”
Josh Bristow: “That’s a great story Vince, but there real reason I was hoping we could meet today was to discuss the future of my position.”
Vince Whiteman: “The future of your position?”
Josh Bristow: “Yes my position Vince, when I came over here from Silverman it was on the notion that after the first year you would find something more suitable to my skill set.”
Vince Whiteman: “Skill Set?”
Josh Bristow: “Vince, I told you I was more than willing to help you get this venture off the ground, but you told me in the mean time you would find someone who could communicate better with the fighters and spend more time handling the cards, so I could focus my energy on the finances.”
Vince Whiteman: “Well…”
Josh Bristow: (While setting resumes on Vince’s desk) “I’ve even taken the liberty of vetting some of my former co-workers at Silverman, these are guys that are more than capable and have some interest in making the jump to MMA.”
Vince Whiteman: “Josh, I appreciate your ever impressive pro-active effort, but…”
(INTERCOM): Mr. Whiteman, your car has arrived.
Vince Whiteman: “Thank you Kathy.”
Vince Whiteman: “As I was saying, I appreciate your effort, but this matter has already been resolved.”
Josh Bristow: “Resolved? How so?”
Vince Whiteman: (Getting up from his desk and heading towards the door) “Josh, I’ve got a car to catch and I need to get to the airport.”
Josh Bristow: “Damn it, Vince I want to talk about this…”
Vince Whiteman: “Josh, I won’t need those resumes, I’ve already found your replacement. I flew him in this afternoon; he comes highly recommended by Matt Tripp.
Josh Bristow: “What! You don’t even consult me? Who is he?”
Vince Whiteman: (Walking out of his office) “Well Josh, you should know him pretty well, he’s your brother.”
Josh Bristow: (Saying to himself) “Will…?”
THE MEETING
Date: January 5, 1999
Time: 2:50 P.M.
Location: XCC Headquarters, Los Angeles, CA
It was an overcast and colder than usual January day in California. Josh Bristow is sitting uncomfortably at his desk staring out his office window over-looking the south side of downtown Los Angeles. Its days like this, he thought to himself, that remind me of home. The dark and gloomy autumn days of rustic Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania were still a vivid memory in the back of his mind.
It had been a year since he had made the jump from Silverman Productions to move out west and join family friend Vince Whiteman in his pursuit to “find the next great idea.” Josh, an Ivy League Graduate, wasn’t terribly impressed with Vince’s “bowling alley law practices,” but they were generating revenue and were allowing the “Steel City Playboy” to pursue his ambitions in the world of Mixed Martial Arts. Vince’s baby, Xtreme Cage Combat had made it through its first year of operation without many problems, but also unfortunately without much fanfare. The show’s booking had been mediocre at best and the cards were drawing the types of crowds at which a GAMMA administrator would cringe.
Internally, Josh blamed himself for the lack of success and innovation surrounding the company. As far as Josh could tell, Vince was happy with the company’s product, but then again Vince was never one for showing all of his true emotions. The fact of the matter was that Josh was a “numbers” guy and he could never understand the type of emotion necessary to be on the same level as a fighter. He didn’t look at a fighter and see a modern gladiator, he saw a disposable product he needed to sell. He didn’t see the newly designed and built two-thousand-seat Hazard Pavilion on South Main Street as hallowed ground, he saw demographic pie charts in action. Try all his anger and might, Josh would never be his father. The herald stories of Henry Bristow were ones of greatness and legend, to this day they still made Josh clinch his fist in resentment.
As he let out a deep sigh, his office phone begins to ring.
Yes?
Mr. Bristow?
Yes?
Did you still need to meet with Vince this afternoon?
Yes…Yes I did.
Vince said he will be able to see you at 3 O’clock, if that works for you?
Well, that’s not very much notice…
Mr. Bristow, you know what his schedule is like… He can give you fifteen minutes at 3…
That will be fine Kathy, thank you…
Josh glancing at his watch knew he had very little time to prepare for what he felt needed to be said. In his mind, it had been a year and he had done what was expected of him. Vince had explained and promised that when the time came, he would move Josh to a more suitable position handling the finances and would bring someone in to handle the booking and day to day operations with the talent. Josh had even taken it upon himself to vet some of his former co-workers at Silverman and felt he had a couple potential replacements he could present to Vince.
As he closed his desk drawer and set a folder containing resumes on his desk, he noticed a new email had made its way into his inbox. “It’s probably another damn Windows 98 update” he thought to himself. As the window opened, the name Will Davidson Jr. appeared next to Sender. “What could he possibly want?” Josh thought to himself. As he went to open the email, his office phone began to ring again.
Yes?
Mr. Bristow, are you going to be able to make your 3 O’clock?
Yes, Why?
Well, Mr. Bristow, it's 3 O’clock.
I’m sorry, Yes, I’m on way over.
Date: January 5, 1999
Time: 3:06 P.M.
Location: Vince Whiteman’s Office
Kathy Daniels: “Mr. Whiteman, I have Mr. Josh Bristow to see you…”
Vince Whiteman: “Yes, bring him in… Thank you Kathy…”
Vince Whiteman: “Joshua, just the man I wanted to see. How are you?”
Josh Bristow: “I’m fine, thanks.”
Vince Whiteman: “Wow, hold back the excitement buddy, so what’s got your ass in a sling today?” (Whiteman props his feet on his desk)
Josh Bristow: “As I said I’m doing fine, I just had some matters of business I was hoping we could discuss.”
Vince Whiteman: “Well, since you’re classically late, I have about have eight minutes to spare before I have to catch a car to the airport. So what do you got for me?”
Josh Bristow: “I wasn’t aware you were leaving town.”
Vince Whiteman: “I’m not, what do you got for me?”
Josh Bristow: “Well… (clearing his throat), as you know Vince, the New Year is upon us...”
Vince Whiteman: “I know tell me about it right, did I tell you about those two girls in Vegas?”
Josh Bristow: “No you didn’t, but that’s not…”
Vince Whiteman: “Well, let me tell you, I don’t remember much, but I was sore as hell the next morning, that’s for sure.”
Josh Bristow: “That’s a great story Vince, but there real reason I was hoping we could meet today was to discuss the future of my position.”
Vince Whiteman: “The future of your position?”
Josh Bristow: “Yes my position Vince, when I came over here from Silverman it was on the notion that after the first year you would find something more suitable to my skill set.”
Vince Whiteman: “Skill Set?”
Josh Bristow: “Vince, I told you I was more than willing to help you get this venture off the ground, but you told me in the mean time you would find someone who could communicate better with the fighters and spend more time handling the cards, so I could focus my energy on the finances.”
Vince Whiteman: “Well…”
Josh Bristow: (While setting resumes on Vince’s desk) “I’ve even taken the liberty of vetting some of my former co-workers at Silverman, these are guys that are more than capable and have some interest in making the jump to MMA.”
Vince Whiteman: “Josh, I appreciate your ever impressive pro-active effort, but…”
(INTERCOM): Mr. Whiteman, your car has arrived.
Vince Whiteman: “Thank you Kathy.”
Vince Whiteman: “As I was saying, I appreciate your effort, but this matter has already been resolved.”
Josh Bristow: “Resolved? How so?”
Vince Whiteman: (Getting up from his desk and heading towards the door) “Josh, I’ve got a car to catch and I need to get to the airport.”
Josh Bristow: “Damn it, Vince I want to talk about this…”
Vince Whiteman: “Josh, I won’t need those resumes, I’ve already found your replacement. I flew him in this afternoon; he comes highly recommended by Matt Tripp.
Josh Bristow: “What! You don’t even consult me? Who is he?”
Vince Whiteman: (Walking out of his office) “Well Josh, you should know him pretty well, he’s your brother.”
Josh Bristow: (Saying to himself) “Will…?”