Post by Tractorpull on Jul 2, 2022 14:14:12 GMT -6
Tournaments are becoming increasingly popular in the FCBA. The fans love them. Managers rush to fill the slots and the board gets busy. Now imagine this scenario
Manager sitting is his office ,has called one of his fighters named Bambi into his office
Manager: “Bambi there is going to be another tournament, the Queen of Smelling Salts and I have entered you into the tournament”
Bambi; “How exciting, I can’t believe it. I always wanted to be Queen of Smelling Salts”
Manager: “Bambi, that title was invented twenty minutes ago”
Bambi: “I always wanted to be Queen of something. I am so lucky to have you as my manager. I’m going to be a super star. You get me one fight a year and only take eighty percent of the purse. I’m going to win that title. I will be famous and at my current rate of fighting it will only take me one hundred years to get into the Hall of Fame.
Manager: “There will be sixteen fighting and you only have to spend three fights getting your face punched in to get to the title match”
Bambi: “ I can do it. In my last fight every part of me was punched in”
Manager: I was so proud of you that you were able to walk to the ambulance”
Bambi: “I do my best to make this stable look good. Most of my fellow members get carried out”
Manager: “Well you got the job, and the good news is that I am only going to take seventy five percent of the purse. Let’s keep it quiet for a day or so. I don’t want to upset the rest of the stable
Bambi “I promise, I will be the best Queen of Smelling Salts ever”
Manager: “Bambi there has never been one.”
Bambi: “Will I get a beautiful gem encrusted belt and a tiara?'
Manager: “How about a weeks free coffee at Starbucks”
Bambi: “Wonderful. You’re the best”
Manager; “Yes I am”
Now fast forward to the night of the title fight
The SMART FIGHTER is in comfortable clothes and relaxing in her luxurious lounge chair. The lights of the opulent room are turned low. She has a bowl of popcorn and is drinking her favorite beverage and is watching the fight on her 100 inch TV. She knows by the end of the fight, fifteen challengers will have been eliminated. She thinks “Lord, what fools these mortals be” She read that somewhere, but doesn’t remember if it was on Instagram or Twitter. When the fight ends, she immediately picks up her iPhone and calls the winners management. Of course, the manager is celebrating the win He is already three sheets to the wind and volunteering to pay the national debt. She knows that a new title holder can hardly reject a title challenge from anybody. She leaves a message demanding a title fight in the strongest possible terms and the next day she is informed, she gets the title fight
Now I have to ask, who is the brighter. The fighter who spends three fights getting her face rearranged or the fighter who simply waited until the winner was determined and then dialed a phone number from her lounge chair to get a title fight?. If you say the former, maybe I can arrange for you to get into the next tournament which cannot be far off.
“All good things come to those who wait.” I read that somewhere. I think it was in a Chinese fortune cookie
Manager sitting is his office ,has called one of his fighters named Bambi into his office
Manager: “Bambi there is going to be another tournament, the Queen of Smelling Salts and I have entered you into the tournament”
Bambi; “How exciting, I can’t believe it. I always wanted to be Queen of Smelling Salts”
Manager: “Bambi, that title was invented twenty minutes ago”
Bambi: “I always wanted to be Queen of something. I am so lucky to have you as my manager. I’m going to be a super star. You get me one fight a year and only take eighty percent of the purse. I’m going to win that title. I will be famous and at my current rate of fighting it will only take me one hundred years to get into the Hall of Fame.
Manager: “There will be sixteen fighting and you only have to spend three fights getting your face punched in to get to the title match”
Bambi: “ I can do it. In my last fight every part of me was punched in”
Manager: I was so proud of you that you were able to walk to the ambulance”
Bambi: “I do my best to make this stable look good. Most of my fellow members get carried out”
Manager: “Well you got the job, and the good news is that I am only going to take seventy five percent of the purse. Let’s keep it quiet for a day or so. I don’t want to upset the rest of the stable
Bambi “I promise, I will be the best Queen of Smelling Salts ever”
Manager: “Bambi there has never been one.”
Bambi: “Will I get a beautiful gem encrusted belt and a tiara?'
Manager: “How about a weeks free coffee at Starbucks”
Bambi: “Wonderful. You’re the best”
Manager; “Yes I am”
Now fast forward to the night of the title fight
The SMART FIGHTER is in comfortable clothes and relaxing in her luxurious lounge chair. The lights of the opulent room are turned low. She has a bowl of popcorn and is drinking her favorite beverage and is watching the fight on her 100 inch TV. She knows by the end of the fight, fifteen challengers will have been eliminated. She thinks “Lord, what fools these mortals be” She read that somewhere, but doesn’t remember if it was on Instagram or Twitter. When the fight ends, she immediately picks up her iPhone and calls the winners management. Of course, the manager is celebrating the win He is already three sheets to the wind and volunteering to pay the national debt. She knows that a new title holder can hardly reject a title challenge from anybody. She leaves a message demanding a title fight in the strongest possible terms and the next day she is informed, she gets the title fight
Now I have to ask, who is the brighter. The fighter who spends three fights getting her face rearranged or the fighter who simply waited until the winner was determined and then dialed a phone number from her lounge chair to get a title fight?. If you say the former, maybe I can arrange for you to get into the next tournament which cannot be far off.
“All good things come to those who wait.” I read that somewhere. I think it was in a Chinese fortune cookie