Post by Chris Constantine Jr. on Jun 12, 2020 13:51:36 GMT -5
The match was nothing special. Same moves as the match before with wrestlers that looked exactly the same. I should of left hours ago but being the professional I am I like to scout future opponents. Tucked in a corner in the nosebleed section, I look at the ring and the match that is going on inside and do my best to stay awake while also not wanting to be recognized by the fans in attendance.
The rest of the matches aren’t worth my time. Just as I’m about to go, a man sits next to me. Tailored made suit. Rolex watch. Way too much Cologne and a pinky ring on his left finger. Can’t help but think of Constantine as the man keeps quiet as looks at the ring. A minute passes until he uttered a word. A New Jersey accident that I already hate.
Jersey Dude: Soooo, how's business these days, Mr. Southside Excellence Champion and soon to be NVR WORLD champion with that little briefcase you got in your possession. By the way, when do you plan on cashing that thing in? You’ve held it for…..
I’m out I tell myself as I slowly stand up, but the man is quick as he grabs me and pulls me back down, apologizing while doing so.
Jersey Dude: I get it, I get it, I. Get. It. Some stranger comes up to you in a suit and starts asking you a bunch of questions. Names Jeff Rosenberg by the way and no, I’m not a dirt sheet reporter. No, I’m not the IRS asking you about your taxes. And I’m not a stalker. What I am though is a wrestling manager and I would like to help you with your career.
The man hands me his card, but I’m really not in the mood as I take the card and flick it away. The man gives a smile as he claps his hands together and calmly addressses me.
Jeff Rosenberg: You’ve been backstabbed…..a lot and your track record with managers has been hit and miss. Chris Constantine brought you to fame and fortune and when you got hurt…..he ran away and now he’s in Florida counting all the money that you made for him. Sofia Constantine was a disaster. Didn’t know what the hell she was doing because she was too inexperienced and only got her foot in the door because of the Constantine name. And I know you and Reese Kennedy, God rest his soul, were working together behind the scenes before he passed. Would have loved to see that relationship played out. So I understand why you haven’t used a manager lately, but it’s been hurting you without someone as a mouthpiece. You know it and I know it.
He’s right. But anyone who’s paid attention to my career knows this. But no one has said it to my face, accept for this man.
Jeff Rosenberg: You’re a great wrestler. A real Ring General if I ever saw one. But, let’s be honest, your communication skills suck and in this industry you need to speak for people to hear and draw people in. You’ve been in this industry long enough to know this. That’s why your phone hasn’t been ringing off the hook, like it did a few years ago, to wrestle on other promotions. Plus you are the current Excellence Champion in Southside and soon to be champion in NVR and no one is talking about it. And no one is talking about it because you aren’t talking about it.
Reaching into his pocket, Rosenberg pulls out another card and holds it in his hand as he looks me in the eye.
Jeff Rosenberg: So, do you want to be remembered as a great champion? Or just another champion? With your skills and my gift of jab you will be a household name once again. So here’s my card. Ask around. Google my name and read up on me. And when you’re ready to start being a dominant force again, you pick up that phone and let’s start something.
I’m hesitant at first. Will this be another Constantine? Or will it be a new path? Taking the card, I hold it in my hand as Rosenberg smiles and pats me on the shoulder. Leaving his seat, he leaves so that I can have time to think about the offer. In the background I can hear someone being slammed onto the mat, but I don’t know who as I look at the card in front of me.
The rest of the matches aren’t worth my time. Just as I’m about to go, a man sits next to me. Tailored made suit. Rolex watch. Way too much Cologne and a pinky ring on his left finger. Can’t help but think of Constantine as the man keeps quiet as looks at the ring. A minute passes until he uttered a word. A New Jersey accident that I already hate.
Jersey Dude: Soooo, how's business these days, Mr. Southside Excellence Champion and soon to be NVR WORLD champion with that little briefcase you got in your possession. By the way, when do you plan on cashing that thing in? You’ve held it for…..
I’m out I tell myself as I slowly stand up, but the man is quick as he grabs me and pulls me back down, apologizing while doing so.
Jersey Dude: I get it, I get it, I. Get. It. Some stranger comes up to you in a suit and starts asking you a bunch of questions. Names Jeff Rosenberg by the way and no, I’m not a dirt sheet reporter. No, I’m not the IRS asking you about your taxes. And I’m not a stalker. What I am though is a wrestling manager and I would like to help you with your career.
The man hands me his card, but I’m really not in the mood as I take the card and flick it away. The man gives a smile as he claps his hands together and calmly addressses me.
Jeff Rosenberg: You’ve been backstabbed…..a lot and your track record with managers has been hit and miss. Chris Constantine brought you to fame and fortune and when you got hurt…..he ran away and now he’s in Florida counting all the money that you made for him. Sofia Constantine was a disaster. Didn’t know what the hell she was doing because she was too inexperienced and only got her foot in the door because of the Constantine name. And I know you and Reese Kennedy, God rest his soul, were working together behind the scenes before he passed. Would have loved to see that relationship played out. So I understand why you haven’t used a manager lately, but it’s been hurting you without someone as a mouthpiece. You know it and I know it.
He’s right. But anyone who’s paid attention to my career knows this. But no one has said it to my face, accept for this man.
Jeff Rosenberg: You’re a great wrestler. A real Ring General if I ever saw one. But, let’s be honest, your communication skills suck and in this industry you need to speak for people to hear and draw people in. You’ve been in this industry long enough to know this. That’s why your phone hasn’t been ringing off the hook, like it did a few years ago, to wrestle on other promotions. Plus you are the current Excellence Champion in Southside and soon to be champion in NVR and no one is talking about it. And no one is talking about it because you aren’t talking about it.
Reaching into his pocket, Rosenberg pulls out another card and holds it in his hand as he looks me in the eye.
Jeff Rosenberg: So, do you want to be remembered as a great champion? Or just another champion? With your skills and my gift of jab you will be a household name once again. So here’s my card. Ask around. Google my name and read up on me. And when you’re ready to start being a dominant force again, you pick up that phone and let’s start something.
I’m hesitant at first. Will this be another Constantine? Or will it be a new path? Taking the card, I hold it in my hand as Rosenberg smiles and pats me on the shoulder. Leaving his seat, he leaves so that I can have time to think about the offer. In the background I can hear someone being slammed onto the mat, but I don’t know who as I look at the card in front of me.
