Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 143 - 141: All Muscle Men

Once the audition started, Wang Jian saw a sleazy-looking muscle-bound thug heading towards Miller.

What’s more critical was that he lecherously licked his lips, looking all lecherous.

Actually, the handsome Miller, standing at a tall 185cm, looked like a little chick beside the guy named "Edge."

"Kid, come to my cell tonight. Take good care of me, and I’ll have your back in prison from now on."

As Edge delivered his line, the word "philosophy" popped into Wang Jian’s head.

What did that word mean, and why was he feeling so annoyed?

"Feels like I’m in San Fernando Valley," whispered a representative from HBO, "We’re supposed to be shooting a serious drama, right?"

You’ve got to say, the word "pervert" suited Edge to a T.

He not only succeeded in making everyone present uncomfortable but also instantly drew Miller into character.

Miller glanced at Edge, his expression starting to contort.

He dodged to the side and then threw a punch.

Perhaps it was in that instant that Miller remembered the script.

His punch was thrown but with an obvious pullback motion.

Yet the wrestler opposite him acted as if he had been struck by Boxing champion Tyson.

He didn’t stagger and sit down, but instead flew into the air outright.

Wang Jian looked at Miller’s confused face and then at the airborne muscleman.

"Damn it, Newton’s coffin must be about to burst open, huh?"

The wrestler, after performing a "stationary jump with a 360-degree spin" in midair, landed heavily on the ground.

He clutched his chest and gasped for air, his eyes wide with fear looking at Miller.

This performance startled everyone present so much that some staff members were ready to call for medical support.

But as another muscleman, Triple H, coughed, the wrestler on the ground quickly got up.

The two of them looked at the director and then, following the director’s gaze, turned to Wang Jian.

Thinking back on the scene, Wang Jian pondered for a moment before asking, "Can you guarantee every hit will be up to the standard we just saw?"

"Of course," Triple H puffed out his chest and proudly responded, "When it comes to getting hit, we’re absolutely the most professional."

"If you don’t believe it, the producer can try it out for themselves."

Wang Jian thought for a while, left his seat, and came up to the two men.

Then he witnessed that there were indeed many varieties to a fall from a stationary jump.

"This is definitely a gang of con artists!" Wang Jian exclaimed internally, "Very well, we’ll notify you as soon as possible."

After the two left, Tom asked with concern, "How about it, do we still need to go to Hollywood to find special actors?"

Wang Jian didn’t reply but turned to director Simon, "What do you think, is it feasible to use wrestlers as all the villains in our show?"

Hearing this, everyone picked up the script and started to read it again.

Of course, Miller was the most serious of all.

He saw in the script that there was more than one scene where the protagonist beats up multiple people alone.

Putting himself in that position, facing a bunch of oddly-looking muscle clubs...

"Wang, the wrestlers’ contracts are with WWE," Miller reminded loudly, "This could conflict with our shooting."

"That’s not a problem," the HBO representative clearly had a different view, "WWE and WCW are currently in full competition."

"They are continuously seeking to break through in other areas to expand the influence of WWE."

Tom, who often interacted with Wang Jian, was now quite influenced by his style.

"So if we use WWE’s wrestlers, can we still get a sponsorship fee?"

"Uh..." the HBO representative looked at Tom speechlessly, "I can only get WWE to package the wrestlers and keep their fees under budget."

"That’s because HBO is an important pay-per-view channel for WWE."

Wang Jian and Tom exchanged glances and shrugged at the same time.

"Alright." Wang Jian nodded to the HBO representative, "Since you have a partnership, please get in touch as soon as possible."

With wrestlers as a backup option, naturally, they looked down on the slender Broadway male actors.

Uh...

Except for Miller, perhaps?

In the end, the audition confirmed only a few female actors with minor roles.

For these female actors, decent acting skills and a curvy figure were enough.

Just as Wang Jian was lamenting the audition as a significant failure and preparing to leave,

The HBO representative gestured for him to wait a moment and quickly left.

About fifteen minutes later, Wang Jian saw this person returning with a young woman.

"Wang, WWE has no objections to their wrestlers participating in the TV series," said the HBO representative, pointing to the woman beside him, "This is Stephanie McMahon, the person in charge of the New York ring match and the Executive Vice President of WWE."

"Her father has put her in charge of this matter."

Alright, another rich second generation.

Wang Jian looked at the brunette Caucasian woman and extended his hand politely.

"Mr. Wang, we have no objections to the low fees for the wrestlers," said Stephanie, justifying her businesswoman outfit, "but we have some conditions in other aspects."

"Please speak," Wang Jian gestured to the woman who was trying hard to appear mature.

"First, you must grant WWE the authorization to feature ’Prison Break Special Forces’ in the ring."

"Second, in selecting actors, you must consider the wrestler’s status in WWE and the length of the remaining contracts."

Wang Jian naturally had no objections to these.

He wanted to make money, not to liberate these oppressed muscleheads.

Seeing Wang Jian nod, Stephanie breathed a sigh of relief.

She took out a CD and documents, "This contains information on the wrestlers who have long-term contracts with WWE."

"I will explain some habits of the wrestlers and their acting skills."

Everyone exchanged glances, feeling it somewhat inappropriate for a woman to join a bunch of men watching buff guys "go at it."

However, seeing her determined look, they all agreed.

"This Gao Bai, his punches really land, but his acting is average."

"This is Triple H, skilled in skydiving, but his footing is poor."

"This is The Rock, well-proportioned and powerful."

"Hold on," Wang Jian looked at this guy called The Rock, feeling a bit familiar, "What’s his real name?"

"Johnson," Stephanie said, "He’s currently the wrestler WWE wants to promote."

"Wang, I think this guy would be good as the protagonist’s brother, at least he looks..." Simon hesitated for a moment, "not so weird."

"Mhm, that’s an option," Wang Jian thought that he should fully consider the director’s opinion.

Stephanie marked the document and continued, "This is the Undertaker, average strength, but very good at showmanship."

Wang Jian looked at the strangely dressed man on the screen, listening to the impressive music.

"Simon, how about this guy playing the big boss?"

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