PAY ATTENTION!!

[theinnovator]

To beat me....

You're going to have to kill me....

....And to kill me....

....Your going to have to have the heart to stand in front of me and be willing to die yourself....

Don't worry, it'll be slow and painful.....

Are you worried about losing your audience's attention? Are you afraid that people will tune you out? Are you tired of having your audience focus more on their Blackberry than on you?
Here is the solution: borrow a technique from popular TV shows. Think of a popular hour-long TV show. They have a definite opening sequence (just like your attention grabbing headline), then the title credits (your speech self-introduction), followed by 4 acts of approximately 11 minutes each (just like 4 chapters of your speech), followed by the ending credits (your wrap up.)
To keep people from tuning out, hit TV shows use a change of pace every 11 minutes. That is because after 11 minutes, even the most motivated viewer's mind may begin to wander. So, they have a cliffhanger just before commercials to keep you hooked. Then they go to a commercial to give you a change of pace.

Tell a humorous story. You do not need to be a comedian and tell jokes. Instead, tell a funny or heart warming story that relates to your speech. You can use an example from your own life or an example from history, or books or movies. If you are trying to sell something use a customer example (with their permission, of course.) Using a customer's story gives you added credibility and helps persuade people to trust buying from you.

Co-present with someone else. For example, you could do one 11-minute segment. Then, your partner could do another. Every time you change places, your audience's attention will perk up.

Do a demo. If you are presenting a new product, do a hands-on demonstration. People love demonstrations because they see how a product works. If you are introducing a service, show a role-play or "walk through" of the service so people can see how it applies to their daily life.
So, if you want to keep your audience's attention, borrow an idea from hit TV shows and use a change of pace every 11-minutes.

Journal Entry #672

After I bought a new television set, I caught Jagger’s promo. Stupid of me to have put a bat through the it but I’ve broken so many; whose keeping count right? I noticed how hard it was to stay away from all the psycho babble spewing from his pre-pubescent mouth. I wish he would just grow some hair on his nuts and move on for god sakes. He tried his damndest to poke fun of me, typical of an uneducated third grader. “You’re…. on… food… stamps… HA….. HA….. HA HA….. HA” If I wanted to listen to a child try and make fun of something so unimportant in an uncreative manor, I’d watch a Capn’ Carnage promo. It did, however, get my mind off the empty feeling I had being alone for my birthday. I can’t wait to walk into Madison Square Garden, beat the holy hell out of that Johnny Knuckles wannabe and walk out the new Triple Threat Champion.

Knuckles woke up the next morning after his late night television bashing to go see Numbers down at the docks. He pulls up as the crisp morning air rushes past the heat from the exhaust leaving a cloud of white smoke behind. “Took ya long enough” Numbers says as Knuckles gets out of his 69 dodge charger. “How ya feeling?” his concern only made Knuckles angry. “Listen kid, I know it’s been rough for ya these past few days. Every year we go through this but I need you to realize just how important ya are to me.”

A puff of smoke filled the air as Knuckles exhales in the cold morning bay air. “I keep getting visions of when I was younger.” They walk inside Number’s office where he pours Knuckles a cup of coffee. “The more I try to forget them, the more they haunt me.” Knuckles stares into his cup of coffee with a blank expression on his face. “Do I look like a fuckin’ psychiatrist?” Numbers raised the tone in his voice as Knuckles looked at him with surprise. He never raised his voice to Knuckles and that confused him. “We do this crap every year kid and it needs to stop, I have a job for ya.” A folder with the name Ted Gonzalez on it was handed to Knuckles. “This guy has been doing business with me for years but he’s been late these past couple months. He’s never late and I need you to check it out.”

A vision of his father beating his mother jumped in his mind, distracting him from the conversation.

SMACK!!

The sounds of a back hand echoed through his mind as Numbers slams his 54 year old fist on the desk waking Knuckles up from his day dream. “Did ya just hear what I said?” Knuckles stands up, nods, and walks out.

Moments later, Knuckles walks into a very nice industrial building where he is stopped and checked by security. “Jagger is going to see this and get a huge mega hard on” He thought to himself. After security finished checking Knuckles, he hopped onto the next elevator for the 13th floor. As the elevator doors closed, a hand etched through reopening them again. The smell of “White Diamonds” by Elizabeth Taylor filled the air as a blonde who very much resembled Heather Locklear walked in and pressed 16 on the elevator wall. Normally Knuckles couldn’t give two shits about some skirt with any kind of attitude but something was different about her. He couldn’t tell if it was the way she walked or the way she presented herself. Normally women in an office building like this would cover themselves up to hide the cum dumpster in the front right above the crotch which is usually found on women over 35 with kids. Or the alternative is that they wear too little; meaning that they got far in the business world solely based on looks and how much cleavage they can reveal.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here” her voice quivered at his nasty disposition. He coughed before speaking. “I’m just here to see Mr. Gonzalez.” She looked at him with the furry eye ball. Every man who has ever gotten that look knows what that means. She wanted him and she wanted him badly. Suddenly the elevator shook and came to a complete halt. Red lights flashed and a bell rang. The elevator had suddenly stopped for whatever technical reasons. “damn” she yelled. “I have a meeting to get to.” She banged her hand on the door hoping somebody would hear her but there was only silence. Knuckles waved his hand in front of the camera but it’s been broken for quite some time, how convenient.

“We shouldn’t panic, crap like this happens all the time.” She began to look at Knuckles with a smirk on her face. “That doesn’t sound too professional.” He replied. She giggled as she moved in closer. “We’ll, we might as well make the most of it.” Knuckles looked surprised as she moved closer and closer. She was a shy girl who hid in the closet. She was professional yet slutty. It was obvious what she wanted and Knuckles was more than happy to oblige.

Her lips pressed against his but softly. She was teasing him and she knew what she was doing. She grabbed the back of his head and pressed a little harder. She was seducing him and he was loving every second of it. She giggled at the thought of what she was doing until Knuckles just grabbed her and gave her the kiss of her life. Such passion filling the elevator for two people who knew absolutely nothing about the other but they didn’t care. Like an animal, he ripped her blouse and kissed her neck. She bit her bottom lip and smiled as she grabbed the back of his neck. She unzipped his pants and lifted her underwear-less skirt as she slid his rod deep inside her. Knuckles pinned her up against the wall and pounded her snatch in mid air. Moaning and groaning with every stroke, her legs flailing in the air and her chest bouncing in his face. Harder and harder he pushed until she screamed, “I’m Cuming!” which in turn made him cum.

He put her down as she tried to clean herself up, the sweat dripping off her face, heart pounding and her breath deep and satisfied. She gave Knuckles one final; deep passionate kiss before he pulled his pants up. The lights on the elevator stop as does the ringing of the bell. The elevator starts moving again, coincidently, and stops at the 13th floor. Knuckles walks off but looks back at the women whose snatch he just pounded. She looked back at him and put her finger to her mouth as if to say, “Keep it a secret”. He turns around to find Ted Gonzalez sitting at a desk. “Johnny, I was expecting you. I heard the elevator was down for an hour. Sit down and please accept my apologies.” Knuckles grinned. “That’s not necessary Ted.”

Knuckles: Did that keep your attention Jagger? It sure kept mine; if ya know what I mean. I’ve noticed lately that your attention span has solely focused on me. Now why is that? Is it because you fear me? Is it because you know deep down that I’m better than you in every single way possible? Or is it simply that you’re a jackass looking to screw the closest person who happened to be next to you at the dinner table. The past few weeks have been fun T.C., seriously they have.

NOT!!

Somehow you screw me out of the world title shot and my chances to get back at that douche bag Sage. Then you see fit to stick that Pinocchio-style schnoz in my match forcing me to lose to Adam Apocalypse? Now that’s what I call an insult. All of these childish antics with the breaking into my room and leaving a bunch of autographed junk that probably wouldn’t sell on EBAY for anything less than food stamps or WIC. If you need the money that bad then sure go for it. The whole reason you see fit to get in MY way is solely on the thoughts of you knowing damn well that I am in every way, shape and form…..BETTER THAN YOU. I pose threat to this alleged “Empire” or “Dynasty” or what ever you wanna’ call it and it make you wet the bed at night. With all the trash talk in the world, you couldn’t beat me on your best day with both arms tied behind my back. Don’t believe me? Then why haven’t you accepted any of my challenges? The proof is in the pudding Jagger and though you have me beaten on paper, I will have you beaten down, severely, in a hospital bed somewhere.

Moving on to the other assbag who might claim victory over me; Adam Apocalypse. Ya see Adam, if it hadn’t been for TIGHT taco JAGGER a couple weeks back, you wouldn’t have won that match. I’m in this match because upper management wanted me to be here. Why else would I have made it here even after you stole the win from me? The fact is kid, neither you NOR Jagger have what it takes to beat the likes of me. You both can run around claiming to be hardcore this and extreme that but in the end there can be only one true alpha. It’s just a damn shame that both of you had to catch the beating of your lives at the same time.

Now I’ve sat here and bitched about how I was screwed this and beaten that. Yes it’s true that I lost to each of you. Now if you look at things on paper, you see that it’s MY turn on the list to win. Though it may not make much sense, that is what’s going to happen regardless of how either of you look at it. I mean, yes “It’s My Turn” doesn’t exactly fall into the big boy talk category but that really doesn’t matter now does it? Of the three of us, I am the only man leave a company as World Champ, the only man to have ever held a title for over four years and the only man to have been multiple time champ in every single fed in the last ten years. My resume speaks for itself gentlemen, and come Exodus…..my actions will speak a hell of a lot louder than my words.