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I think there are some diaries on the boards these days that go above and beyond what we used to have here - diaries that really show an admirable dedication to what they are trying to produce and provide us with. Self's diary would fall into that category - and he takes a break after every major event to recharge the batteries. And this diary definitely falls into that category too - except you've done it consistently without breaks.

 

Therefore it doesn't surprise me that you've reached this stage - I can imagine every show you write really taking it out of you mentally because you're putting so much thought and effort into it, especially with the user character being such a major focus of what is going on. Plus, you have a whole variety of different posts in between shows. And you take the time to reply to pretty much every comment that someone else makes in your diary.

 

This has been a fantastic piece of work and it can stand among the very best diaries we've seen on this board. I'll certainly miss reading it in the future and hope you grace us with another piece of work in 2010! :)

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I had a feeling this would be coming before too long. Disappointing but I definitely understand. This has been a fantastic read and I can't wait to see how you end things off. Thank you for all the work you've put into this, and like everyone else, hope you give us another great project when 2010 comes out.
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You all are so very great for leaving your comments behind. Honestly, It's awesome to know that there were so many people who actually enjoyed this project! Sometimes, as a writer, you feel like you're working within a vacuum... But, What you've written here, really gives me the idea that there were others who actually enjoyed what was written! A very, very, very, cool situation to find.

 

This statement here from FIN just floored me...

 

I'm 'going on a record to say' that Eisen-Verse's PSW diary was, is and will be one of the best diaries of the late TEW08 Era. :p

 

I don't even know what to say, honestly. FIN is someone I greatly respect on these boards as a creative writer/visionary. To have such a statement thrown in the direction of this diary means everything to me. With this comment, A few others have left the the same kind of message and for that... I am absolutely speechless.

 

 

 

 

All in all, The story of the "Unraveling" will begin to take place over the next few days. It may seem like a drawn out process to some, however to me, I feel the story deserves a well-developed ending. Not so that I can continue to write lengthy interactions but rather because the story, itself, calls for such an ending.

 

Simply, though, Thank you all who commented after my announcement of bringing this project to a close. I really appreciate your feedback, very much so.

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<p></p><div style="text-align:center;"><p><span style="font-family:'Palatino Linotype';"><strong><span style="font-size:18px;">Chapter 1: "It came like a flash..."</span></strong></span></p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><div style="text-align:right;"><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Mid November 2009</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>... "The Shake" ...</em></span></p></div><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="23259" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><div style="text-align:center;"><p></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family:'Palatino Linotype';"> </span></span><span>http://i880.photobucket.com/albums/ac8/TonyZobeck/Wrestlers/LarryWood.jpg</span></p><div style="text-align:center;"></div><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family:'Palatino Linotype';"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family:'Palatino Linotype';"> "You hear that someones in Mitch's office? </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family:'Palatino Linotype';"><em>[Clears his throat and softens his voice, Leaning in closer all at the same time]</em></span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family:'Palatino Linotype';"> No one knows who the guy is but Doc [Messing] has been glued to his f*cking hip since he showed."</span></span></p></div><p></p></div></blockquote><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I continued to focus my eyes on the mid-90's, coffee-stained, IBM computer before me. Sounds outdated, huh? Well, that's exactly what it meant to be part of a company like PSW. We barely had enough money to pay the talent month-in-month-out... So, expenditures like a new computer wasn't really in the cards. Instead, we had to live off of roadside junk that just so happened to be considered "trash" by those who were much more well-off then us. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> "Seriously, John. You should give it a look... I've never seen this guy before. He doesn't look like an 'industry guy'. He looks to clean, to 'put together', to be one of us. It just seems weird..."</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> "I'm guessing it's just another loan officer from the bank. He'll sit down for a talk, grow agitated with Mitch's bull-sh*t, and eventually storm out of the building vowing to 'take everything he has'. It's nothing new, Larry. It's been going on for the last few weeks now..."</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I laughed slightly to myself... Still focusing my eyes on the darting computer screen before me. My eyes, bloodshot and slightly dry, struggle to stay in line with the spreadsheet loaded inches from my face. Again, we don't have enough money to simply call on a 3rd party employer to issue our payroll... So... That job almost always fell upon me. Granted, it was suppose to be Mitch's role within the company (dealing with the finances), however, ever since he left for Canada it's been a job pushed my way. Actually "pushed" sounds too nice.... Forced upon me... As the owner was either too lazy, or too preoccupied, to get the job done.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> "No, John. I've seen those guys before... They all look the same. Pointy collars, heavy overcoats, and a briefcase in hand. This guy, He doesn't fit that mold either. I don't know how to explain it, John, It just doesn't seem to fit... Just come with me..."</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> "Sorry, Larry, I've got work to finish... Do you want to get paid? If so, You'll have to give me the time to make sure it happens..."</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Again, I laugh to myself slightly... However, Larry doesn't seem enthused what so ever. My eyes, now drifting away from the screen, stop upon the image of the much larger, truly menacing, man standing before me... With A look on his face that could only be described as nervous energy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> "Fine. Let's go see what's happening in Mitch's office and then when it turns out to be just another b*tch from the bank... You'll have to excuse me for a bit so I can get this done. Good?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> "Sure. You may think I'm stupid, man, but this... I don't know... You'll just have to see it."</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Like an 80 year old man, I slowly push myself up off of the creaking wooden chair previously holding my full body weight. With a twist of my neck a collection of loud pops quickly follow... A fact that comes true for me whenever I sit behind a computer for far too long. With that, I suppose I should embrace the fact of stepping away from the mindless day-to-day work... Granting myself a small snippet of exercise (something that, sadly, I haven't seen much off since "the injury"). </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Like a "buddy comedy" gone wrong, I continue to stagger my way down a small, dimly lit, hallway with a man ten times my size doing much the same. Little was said as I could tell that Larry wasn't quite comfortable with what he saw.... Almost as if he had seen a ghost. However, even HE knew about Mitch's financial problems as of late... Who couldn't know? It seems like a daily ritual for a new member of the bank to show up here, at "The Ministry", hoping to force Mitch into a state of submission. However, just as every day came and passed, each and every member of the bank would eventually storm out in a childish fit of rage... Why? I'm not really sure... because in the end they would get their money anyway... someway, somehow.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I was expecting a quick glance, a quick joke focused on Larry going through menopause, and then returning to my office.... However.... That never came to happen the way I was hoping...</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> There he stood. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> A man in his early-to-mid 40's. His hair slightly gelled upward in a "I just got out of bed" kind of fashion; which stood as a stark contrast to the thick framed, black glasses that rest upon his nose. His dress pants, fitted and pinstriped, were complemented by a black button-down stafford shirt... Open collar... The image of a man who was still very much so dressing with the "in-crowd", however, had some sense of status or else he wouldn't need the fancy dress clothes to announce his arrival. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Larry was right... This wasn't an 'Industry Guy'...</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> It also wasn't a 'B*tch from the bank'...</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> The pinstripes gave that away pretty quickly...</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> So who was he? Neither of us really knew... However, we both stared through the small crack left between Mitch's office door and the waning wooden frame it once rested upon. As Larry pointed out early, There also stood Doc [Messing] at this mysterious man's side. It was quite awkward to see his demeanor, as Doc was always known for being a polite, yet, outspoken member of the locker room area. However, this version of Doc looked to be much more obedient... Much more subdued. Whoever this was both KNEW Doc and also held a position of power above him...</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Then it happened...</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> My jaw, theoretically, dropped for a split second as the mysterious man lifted himself above from his nearby seat... Extending his hand outward and embracing Mitch with a confident shake. Mitch, on the other hand, looked as if his puppy had just died... Staring, in a comatose fashion, toward the ground... Nodding his head in approval as he keeps his eyes fixated on his fellow "Shaker's" dress shoes.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> ... Larry and I never looked each other in the eye from there on out ...</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> ... Rather, both of us were found in a state of semi-shock ...</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> ... Creating varying scenarios in our mind as to what had just taken place before our very eyes ...</span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> <hr color="black"><strong>NEXT: THE MEDIA PICKS UP ON THE STORY...</strong></p>
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<p></p><div style="text-align:center;"><p><strong><span style="font-family:'Palatino Linotype';"><span style="font-size:18px;">Chapter 2: "The Details in the Fabric..."</span></span></strong></p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> <span>http://i880.photobucket.com/albums/ac8/TonyZobeck/Banners/news.jpg</span></p><p> <span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>NEWS: Pittsburgh Steel Wrestling finds new ownership.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>2nd Week of November 2009</em></span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><div style="text-align:center;"><span>http://i880.photobucket.com/albums/ac8/TonyZobeck/Logos/PSW_alt2.jpg</span><p> <span style="font-size:8px;">A Power Shift in "The Steel City"</span></p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="23259" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">The "hardcore-based" promotion, PSW, has found new ownership as its previous owner, Mitch Naess, has decided to step away as the sole-authoritative figure of Pittsburgh Steel Wrestling. The whispers out of the "Steel City" have hinted toward an outcome of this sorts for months now, however, it wasn't until today that the official word was announced to the wrestling community as a whole. </span><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> The purchasing party appears to be an area multimedia company, </span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong><em>"Steel City Underground Broadcasting"</em></strong></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">, focused on collecting an entertainment-based umbrella scenario within the local region. The company itself, made up of two local radio stations (100.5 "The Rage" & 88.7 "The Nest") and a low-budget TV station ("UndergroundTV"), has shown interest, over the last few years, in the struggling hardcore promotion, however, was never able to cement a deal with the, now, departing PSW Owner Mitch Naess.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> A short statement was given by Johnathan Walter, head-operator of company programming, via their website earlier today:</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="23259" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family:'Palatino Linotype';">"We are very fortunate, and extremely excited, about bringing Pittsburgh Steel Wrestling onboard to the "Underground" Brand. We assure you that the same rebellious product will continue despite the shift in management; as the companies original brand is what brought our interest to the table. In the coming weeks, months, and years, we hope to push the PSW-name into area households through the various forms of media that we currently posses. Today marks a new day in "The Steel City" as Pittsburgh Steel Wrestling joins the umbrella of 'Steel City Underground Broadcasting'.</span></span><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family:'Palatino Linotype';"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family:'Palatino Linotype';"> </span></span></p><div style="text-align:right;"><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family:'Palatino Linotype';">+ Johnathan Walter, 'Steel City Underground Broadcasting'.</span></span></p></div><p></p></div></blockquote><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> When reached for comment, Mitch Naess was MIA. Therefore, at this point, we are unaware of Mr. Naess's reasons for departing from the very company he created back in 2007. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> All in all, Little is known whether there will be any semblence of a roster turnover at this point, however, whispers out of "The Steel City" have begun to circulate about WHO could be on their way out. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> It should be noted that PSW and "Steel City Underground Broadcasting" have been interconnected since the companies debut due largely to the fact that Doc Messing has worked for both companies through out his career. Messing, a former popular radio personality on 100.5 "The Rage", has kept a strong relationship with company officials despite leaving his previous employer 3 years ago now.</span></p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> <hr color="black"><strong>NEXT: AT THE VERY LEAST, CAN YOU RETURN MY CALL?...</strong></p>
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Chapter 3: "War of Words"

 

 

Mid November 2009

... F*ck me? F*ck YOU! ...

 

I've spent the last 3 days in a constant loop of calling Mitch. Almost as if I were caught in an obsessive, OCD-like, trance that would only find a sense of relief following my goals completion. In a way, I felt my own sanity slipping slightly as, by day 3, the lines between Mitch himself and the voice peering through his voice mail message began to become one. I found myself growing increasingly angry with the fact that a taped response, probably done so months if not years ago, was showing little understanding of empathy as I frantically reach out to the only "Boss" i've ever dealt with in my short career "behind the curtain".

 

I'm not even sure why I was reaching out to him as incessantly as I was. There wasn't a bone in my body, sadly at this point, that felt bad for the embattled owner. His decisions, his demeanor (all be it changed by now), have pushed him to the point where he was on the verge of digging his own grave. As I said, to be honest, I wasn't all that sad to see him lose control of Pittsburgh Steel Wrestling... So... Why was I so hell-bent on speaking with him about the matter?

 

Maybe it was because I felt he owed me a "heads up" before the actual transaction went through? Having to find out via an internet publication was somewhat of an embarrassment as I felt that my position within the company warranted me a greater sense of understanding.

 

Also, maybe it was because I wanted to know what this meant for myself, and PSW as a whole? If he was going to move on past the very company that he unearthed in 2007, That's fine.... However, don't leave the rest of us in the dark at the same time... Clawing for information... Afraid of what his departure may mean for the rest of us.

 

Then again, There was no secret to the fact that Mitch didn't really care for me what so ever. Ever since "The punch", and the fallout from said altercation, Mitch has grown to secretly despise my existence. I'm sure there were nights where he laid in bed, stuck in the frigid-hell that is Canada, wishing he could go back in time.... Wishing he could take away his offer to bring me to PSW following my brief stint in rehab.

 

But there was no taking anything back at this point... Until the space-time-continuum allowed for such an event to take place... Both Mitch, and I, were stuck in the sands-of-time... Forever linked together for our, often, rocky relationship.

 

So, by day 4, When Mitch Finally answered his phone, I almost fell over flat on my back. I was standing in my grungy, ****roach infested, half-kitchen... Attempting to make Mac & Cheese for the, god, 300th time now... When he actually picked up...

 

My phone, resting between my shoulder and the right side of my head, almost slipped square into the rusted pot boiling water below. Shocked to finally be speaking with a man who I once couldn't get away from... Couldn't shut up for the life of me.... Now, as he's been known to do, acting in a new trend of "running away from his problems"...

 

 

 

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It all boils over... One last time... In a Final 'Goodbye'...

 

"Mitch?... Mitch..."

 

"Yes. What do you want? I can't take you filling my voice mail box like this, John. I'm waiting on an important call from Dan [stone]. What do you want? And what can I say to make you go away?"

 

"What do I want? Are you kidding me with that, Mitch? What do you think I want? Some explanation... Why didn't I know about this deal before hand? Why couldn't you have taken 2 seconds to pull me aside and inform me about the switch in power? I get that you need the money... I get that you've grown tired of working with those within this company... But, even YOU have to know that you can't just run away from this one without giving me some god-damn information..."

 

The other side of the phone was silent for a brief second. Almost as if Mitch was plotting what to say next... Still in a fit of annoyance, yes, however, understanding the weight of his decision.

 

"You don't get it, John. You'll never get it. Why would I run this past you? What right do you have to know everything under the sun when... to be honest... I don't really give a crap what you know, what you want to know, or how it may hurt your feelings. I'm tired of this sh*t, John... Tired of it. You act like some sort of 'martyr' since I didn't tell you about the sale.... Like I wronged you in some way.... However, for the first time in your life, how about you spin the 'holier than thou' mentality back at yourself? YOU are the reason I lost control of this company... YOU are the reason that I was forced to sell this f*cking company... And it's YOU who will have to live with that fact..."

 

I take a second to step away from the burning hot stove... My blood, theoretically, doing the same thing that was taking place between the water and burner inches from my hand.

 

"ME? What fantasy world do you live in that makes you think that I was the one who took this company away from you? It wasn't me who couldn't make payments on your bank loans.... It wasn't ME who gave up instead of pushing forward and fighting for PSW... Hell, It wasn't ME who decided to alienate myself with half of the roster with d*ck-ish demands.... That was all you... And you try to push it on me? Why? Cause I punched you a few months back? God... Get over yourself, Mitch."

 

"It was that punch that stripped me of any sense of power within my own company, John. The roster followed you... They supported YOU... Even though YOU were the one who decided to over-step your bounds. Your pretend 'cool man' style, and your 'edgy comeback' from drugs, seem to have done you well? huh? [Laughs] I need to get over myself? Again, look in the mirror, John... Look in the mirror... I'm done with this.... I'm done with you.... I'm done with PSW.... Got that? Goodbye."

 

With that, All that was heard was a dial tone. Meanwhile, a momentous wave of boiling hot water had shoved itself over the top of my nearby pot... Overflowing onto the stove, and then onto my cracked linoleum flooring, as I quickly throw my phone to the floor... Desperately searching for a paper towel to clean up my mess. At the same time... Fuming over what had just taken place between Mitch and I...

 

The thing that was going un-noticed, however, was... As I continued to clean the floor, soaked in puddle of boiling hot water, my cell phone lay on itside... wedged into my thick carpeting... Excessively vibrating as an incoming call was attempting to penetrate through my, already, challenging day.

 

I wasn't able to get to the phone before the call came to an end... However, a few minutes later when I finally realized such an event had taken place, there was a voice mail left on my phone...

 

A voicemail....

 

From Johnathan Walter, Programming Director for 'Steel City Underground Broadcasting'...

 

... My new Boss ...

 

 

 

<hr color="black">NEXT: THE VOICEMAIL...

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Honestly man I can't get enough of this diary. I come on everyday pretty much just to check and see if anything new is going on in your diary. It's suck that it's coming to an end but it's very understandable and what your doing with the diary right now is great. It's good your giving it the proper ending. Can't wait for more man and just great overall job on this diary from beginning to end
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<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="jtnlange" data-cite="jtnlange" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="23259" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>I am going to miss this one EV. After you get everything in order next year I hope you come back with something in 2010. Good luck in everything.<p> </p><p> Trevor.</p></div></blockquote><p> </p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="TDubTNA" data-cite="TDubTNA" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="23259" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>Honestly man I can't get enough of this diary. I come on everyday pretty much just to check and see if anything new is going on in your diary. It's suck that it's coming to an end but it's very understandable and what your doing with the diary right now is great. It's good your giving it the proper ending. Can't wait for more man and just great overall job on this diary from beginning to end</div></blockquote><p> </p><p> </p><p> Thank you both! To be honest, I'm going to miss this thing as well, however, I know that the time has come to let it slide off into the back pages. There's no way I could keep up with the writing, at this point, as there are many other things in life that are pulling at my attention. That being said, there's always a possibility of coming out in 2010 and putting together a new diary. Then again, That really depends on when the game comes out... Also, what has gone on in the Cornellverse that may spark some interest. Either way, You both have been great sources of feedback since this thing started so, again, thank you for that. There are a number of posts left (3-5 left), so, it's not quite dead just yet.... However, it is inching ever closer to that point. </p><p> </p><p> The "Voicemail" post will go up today as I have a little time in the middle of the afternoon. </p><p> </p><p> Cheers.</p>
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<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="Eisen-verse" data-cite="Eisen-verse" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="23259" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>Thank you both! To be honest, I'm going to miss this thing as well, however, I know that the time has come to let it slide off into the back pages. There's no way I could keep up with the writing, at this point, as there are many other things in life that are pulling at my attention. That being said, there's always a possibility of coming out in 2010 and putting together a new diary. Then again, That really depends on when the game comes out... Also, what has gone on in the Cornellverse that may spark some interest. Either way, You both have been great sources of feedback since this thing started so, again, thank you for that. There are a number of posts left (3-5 left), so, it's not quite dead just yet.... However, it is inching ever closer to that point. <p> </p><p> The "Voicemail" post will go up today as I have a little time in the middle of the afternoon. </p><p> </p><p> Cheers.</p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> Of course it isn't dead just yet. We still need to get this thing to 1000 posts! <img alt=":cool:" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/cool.png.f00d2562b2c1d873a09323753efdb041.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png"></p>
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<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="foolinc" data-cite="foolinc" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="23259" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>Of course it isn't dead just yet. We still need to get this thing to 1000 posts! <img alt=":cool:" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/cool.png.f00d2562b2c1d873a09323753efdb041.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> It may be hard to do seeing how I'm still like 40 posts away from getting there (with only 3-5 coming from within the diary that I know at this point), however, I'm not going to lie that 1,000 posts was a goal of mine. </p><p> </p><p> When bringing this diary to a close I had to think it through whether or not 1,000 posts was all that important in which to push forward a few boring shows that I wasn't really happy with before ending. In the end, I decided that it would be best to end in quality versus quantity. </p><p> </p><p> Then again, if I get to 1,000 then great! I'll be very happy either way <img alt=":)" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/smile.png.142cfa0a1cd2925c0463c1d00f499df2.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p>
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<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="Eisen-verse" data-cite="Eisen-verse" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="23259" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div>It may be hard to do seeing how I'm still like 40 posts away from getting there (with only 3-5 coming from within the diary that I know at this point), however, I'm not going to lie that 1,000 posts was a goal of mine. <p> </p><p> When bringing this diary to a close I had to think it through whether or not 1,000 posts was all that important in which to push forward a few boring shows that I wasn't really happy with before ending. In the end, I decided that it would be best to end in quality versus quantity. </p><p> </p><p> Then again, if I get to 1,000 then great! I'll be very happy either way <img alt=":)" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/smile.png.142cfa0a1cd2925c0463c1d00f499df2.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> Have to respect the decision to stop when it felt right instead of going for a "glory" number instead. With Gen-S, I really wanted to hit 2k but, like you, realized that the quality mattered much more. I have a feeling you might reach 1k regardless, as I'm sure there will be plenty of comments from readers as we go along. And ending it when it feels right is the most important aspect, I think.</p>
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I would also like to add my appreciation for this. This has been a great read from start to finish as well as the inspiration (your vision) of the PSW titles. As others, I'm sorry to see this go, but definately understand. Hopefully once things in your life slow down a notch or two, you'll return with something just as powerful.

 


Thanks,

 


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<p></p><div style="text-align:center;"><p><strong><span style="font-size:18px;"><span style="font-family:'Palatino Linotype';">Chapter 4: "The Unknown is all we have"</span></span></strong></p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><div style="text-align:right;"><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Mid November 2009</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>... The Voicemail ...</em></span></p></div><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="23259" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family:'Palatino Linotype';">"Hello, John. This is Johnathan Walter of 'Steel City Underground Broadcasting'. </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family:'Palatino Linotype';"><em>[Pauses]</em></span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family:'Palatino Linotype';"> I hope you don't mind, I obtained your phone number from Mr. [Larry] Wood. </span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family:'Palatino Linotype';"><em>[Pauses]</em></span></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family:'Palatino Linotype';"> We're hoping to meet with every member of the roster individually over the next few days.... Just to make sure everyone is on the 'same page' with the turnover and everything. When can we expect you?"</span></span><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family:'Palatino Linotype';"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family:'Palatino Linotype';"> </span></span></p><div style="text-align:right;"><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-family:'Palatino Linotype';">+ Johanthan Walter, Head of Programming for "Steel City Underground Broadcasting"</span></span></p></div><p></p></div></blockquote><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> His voice peered through the speaker of my phone as if he were physically standing inches before my face. Something didn't feel right. Actually, something felt very wrong about the situation at hand. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I returned his call a few hours later, awkwardly fumbling over my wording as the much more calm, much more centered, man on the other side of the phone allowed me to continue despite the crippling anxiety that carried up through my throat, past my lips, and into his ear. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> The meeting was set... 2 days from now... </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> 48 hours to over-analyze the potential outcome of our talk. Would I keep my position within the company? Possibly. It all boiled down to one common thought... Did "Steel City Underground Broadcasting", or Johathan Walter more precisely, want to continue with the same tone we've crafted for PSW since I obtained this position in March of 2007.... OR .... Was he looking to deliver upon a full wave of shifting power? Bringing in his own names, his own focus, his own 'guys' to do the job? </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> 48 hours... A simple 48 hours from the truth...</span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> <hr color="black"><strong>NEXT: THE MEETING...</strong></p>
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Chapter 5 : "Presumably, A Dead Man Walking..."

 

 

 

The Day before "F*ck The Mainstream"

... The Verdict - Part I ...

 

 

I can feel the roaring wave of debilitating anxiety rampage through out my body as I draw one final hit off of the stub that's left of my early morning cigarette. I'm not sure why I was stalling at this point as there was no real, clear-cut, outcome yet derived for my meeting with Mr. Walter. However, as I reluctantly flicked the worn cig to the icy cold cement below... I knew what was about to take place. There was no denying it.

 

Some, most notably my brother, keep the focus on my heightened anxiety level at this point for these thoughts. Claiming that "it will all turn out well, just you wait and see" and blaming my inability to control my emotions as the ultimate culprit for my misguided mentality. That being said, I think he's a crock of sh*t. Not in that, "I don't love him and he's just an a**" kind of way... But rather, In the... "Even when dad died he was telling me that it'll all be okay despite him not being here"-kinda way.

 

He was born with a gift...

 

To spin the hell out of any scenario in which to make it seem more "fitting" for what we WANT to hear... When, in most cases, it would fall short of reality.

 

I slowly staggered my way into "The Ministry" through the heavily graffito's back door... Rubbing my eyes with my rigid, cold-as-ice, hands a drifting of snow continues to fall off of my awfully abused brown leather coat. With every single step... I felt like a man on deathrow... A man who was only seconds away from being told he was "no longer needed".

 

Then again... Maybe my brother was right? Maybe Mr. Walter has kept up with the day-to-day situation with PSW, after being briefed by those who have stuck it out in the locker room area during my tenure, and is on the verge of giving me an extension? Knowing that I was, quite possibly, the only one to deliver on our storylines at this point?

 

As I began to allow myself to think as such... My own body garnered a mind of it's own... Shaking my head in the process...

 

 

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He Enters "The Ministry"... For one last time?

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I came into the large meeting area, also known as the make-shift locker room within depths of "The Ministry", to witness something that almost certainly sealed my fate....

 

The entire PSW roster, wrestlers... managers... officials...

 

They all stood in a grouping, much like cattle, staring off at me with a look of absolute fear in their eyes... A fact that many of them attempted to mask by looking away during the time period. However, It stood as yet another example of what was about to take place... What was about to be my reality...

 

I stepped past Johnny [Martin], Larry [Wood], and Jeff [Morgan] as all three gave me a gentle nod of the head... Followed by a look that could only be described as "forced acceptance". There was nothing that they could do... We both knew that... But, their support meant more than I could have ever thought.

 

With that, The door was slowly opened to, what use to be Mitch Naess's office, however, now stands as Mr. Walter's hub for company development. There, through the doorway and in the back of the room, stood Mr. Walter... Standing behind a large black desk... Within a room that screams of a more "modern/artistic" mentality.... Something that is obviously a stark contrast from Mitch's former setup.

 

I slowly stepped inward... My eyes fixated on the man before me...

 

Like a prisoner on trial, expecting to hear a verdict that could potentially change the course of the rest of his life, I slowly sunk into the black leather chair seated before Mr. Walter's desk...

 

Still keeping my eyes focused...

 

Attempting to mask my fear of the situation at hand as any proud leader would...

 

And then it came to pass following a rather cold handshake between the two of us. Meanwhile, Doc Messing stands at his side, a few inches away from Mr. Walter as he takes a seat rather quickly.

 

The time had come...

 

The verdict was in...

 

 

<hr color="black">NEXT: THE VERDICT - PART II

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<p></p><div style="text-align:center;"><p><strong><span style="font-size:18px;"><span style="font-family:'Palatino Linotype';">Chapter 6: "The Evolution of... Doc Messing"</span></span></strong></p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

</p><div style="text-align:right;"><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>The Day before "F*ck The Mainstream"</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>... The Verdict - Part II ...</em></span></p></div><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

One would venture to guess that someone in Jonathan's position would follow a stern, no-nonsense, kind of approach to life. To those in this scenario, An "ice-cold", yet underlying feverish, stair can often be labeled as a "deadly sight". While it may sound rather elementary, and quite simple in description, it is often used as a powerful tool in business affairs. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

That being said, I was thrown off slightly as the man who sat before me, the new operating manager of Pittsburgh Steel Wrestling, cracks a coy smile from ear to ear while Sinking his body even deeper into the grand, black, leather chair that he calls his "home away from home". </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

With that very smile still plastered across his face, Mr. Walter begins to nod his head in, what I can only believe is, a sense of approval. Meanwhile, his former (and once again) employee, Doc Messing awkwardly stands at his side.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

"The infamous John Greed.... </span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>[Laughs]</em></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I've got to say... I've been a fan of your work thus far with PSW. The characters you've developed... The stories you've told... </span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>[shakes his head, lifting his eyebrows, as if to say "wow"]</em></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I don't know if I should look at you as a creative genius or an absolute psychopath..."</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

I didn't quite know how to respond to such a statement, however, at this point, I was trying to play it safe as much as possible. A simple, non-threatening, smile is forced upon my face as the wave of mind-shifting anxiety continues to rage forward.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

"Believe me, Your name has been thrown around our wrestling based programming quite a lot since you joined PSW. Some love you.... Some dislike you... </span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>[Pauses]</em></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> But that's always been your "M-O", right? To boldly stair down the situation without a need for being 'loved'? I respect that about you. </span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>[smiles]</em></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Any man who is willing to put their freedom on the line in which to 'knock the daylights' out of a potential enemy is someone who has strong convictions."</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

I continue to deliver a, rather, forced smile as I try my hardest to keep eye contact with Mr. Walter. A fact that proves to be extremely difficult as all I want to do at this point is turn and run out of the room. Sure, some may label me as a "strong warrior" but, in a lot of cases, I'm nothing more than a slave to my own anxious mentality. I just mask it all quite well.... But not today... The fact that my right leg was in a state of excessive shaking should have given that away... However, luckily for me, My legs are being blanketed from sight due to Mr. Watler's enormous desk.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

"The thing is, John. As you know, PSW is shifting its power structure now that Mitch Naess has graciously signed over his rights to us. That being said, I NEED a 'general in the field' that I can trust.... A man that I KNOW will be able to lead my 'soldiers to battle' without much need for me to be hanging over his shoulder. </span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>[Pauses]</em></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Now, while I can't argue with what you've been able to develop since you've joined PS back in... let me see... </span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>[Looks over a sheet of paper]</em></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> March of 2007... </span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>[Looks back up at John]</em></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I don't know your tenancies as a 'leader' outside of... well... The fact that you punched Mitch Naess to the moon. </span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>[Laughs]</em></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I've spoke with many of the current superstars on the roster and it appears that they all have much love for you...."</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

Wait, is this actually shifting in my direction? Am I potentially going to stave off any sense of my removal? I didn't have the slightest thought of such happening as I stepped into this room but... It seems like I could, possibly, squeak by by the sound of his wording.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

"But, again, I don't know your work ethic... your vision... your reasons for success. </span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>[Pauses]</em></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> Therefore, I'm sorry to inform you of this, but we're going to have to let you go."</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

My heart sank. My body began to tremble uncontrollably. In a way, PSW was the one great situation that has arose in my life... And now... It's all been taken away from me in a blink of an eye. My eyes, darting around the room, try to fight off any sense of tearing... Wanting to continue my ability to stay proud.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

"We can't keep you on the roster while we appoint a new headbooker or their power will be diminished solely to your presence. So, with that being said, I would like to thank you for all of your hard work here in PSW over the last 2 years... Many of those on the roster will miss you & we hope that you can frequent a few of our shows in the future. However, at this point, I'm placing my trust in a 'general' that I know... Doc [Messing] Here..."</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

Mr. Walter points upward toward Doc... A fact that obviously makes the companies color commentator very uncomfortable. It's almost as if Doc is trying to physically shrink himself into a small ball before my very eyes... Cowering in fear as he understands the craziness of what has just taken place. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

Many would expect an outburst... But it never came...</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

I looked up at Doc, subtly nod my head in approval, and push myself out of the seat I once occupied. Without speaking a word, I turn toward the door as Mr. Walter attempts a 'friendly' handshake... A scenario that I did not trade. Instead, I reached for the nearby door handle... Exiting the room just as silently as I came into it. In a way, sending a message to Mr. Walter that I wasn't happy with the situation at hand, however, I would leave without a scene as I know it would only make it's way all over the local media... While Most likely, due to his connections, the story would be heavily slanted against me and my actions.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

Now, back in the 'locker room' area, I stand before the men I once led. An ocean of tears attempting to break through the levee that are my eyelids... However, without much success. Meanwhile, I silently walk past the crowd of onlookers, all of them silent as well, as I step through the doorway once last time... </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

... Exiting "The Ministry"...</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

... Almost 2 years after I first walked into that very door ...</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

... It was all over now ...</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

... Truly, The end of my reign within PSW ...</span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

<hr color="black"><strong>NEXT: OOC THANK YOU'S</strong></p><p>

<strong>AND THEN: THE FINAL POST IN "PSW: THE EVOLUTION OF GREED"</strong></p>

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Despite us all already knowing the conclusion, i still was on John's side there, desperately hopeful that he'd defy the odds and stay on anyway... and that, i'd say, is a very poignant sign of truly great writing. Making the reader defy the inevitable, through sheer hope.
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<p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">I think I've written 3-4 different versions of a "closing statement" and all of them fell pretty flat. So, I've decided just to "speak from the heart"... Even if the phrase conjures up a </span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><em>"kumbaya"</em></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">-like mentality. ha.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

I started this dynasty, almost, six months ago now as I sat in the backseat of a car traveling from Colorado back to Wisconsin. 14 hours in total... While it sucked at the time... It really gave me a lot of time to sit back and really reflect upon what kind of dynasty I was looking to develop. My previous attempt, my own X-WA creation, had stumbled its way to an ending a couple weeks prior and I wasn't really looking to start a new project. However, when I began to review Pittsburgh Steel Wrestling I knew that I had found my perfect vice.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

Violence. Blood. Cult-Themes. More blood. Adult Entertainment. Anti-Religious Overtones. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

It all began to come together pretty well as I envisioned a world which truly defined the sense of "Underground Wrestling". The weeks, and months, prior I found a landscape that began to unfold... "The Ministry" became an actual structure in my thoughts... Knowing every nook and cranny like it was standing next to my own house. The wrestlers, a collection of rabid psychopaths, became another facet of my own personality as I delved into writing their stories. All in all, It was an amazing experience to be enthralled within.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

As many of you may notice, There were A LOT of religious overtones in this diary. To be honest, I'm not a religious man what so ever. I'm a practicing Buddhist and someone who tends to view organized religion as a vehicle for some of the great pitfalls in our society (It can be done right... And I know many who can practice their religion without hurting others... So, I'm not trying to say ALL religions are like this.). Fuse that with the fact that I respect ancient folklore with a sense of epicness... And it all came together. Plus, for PSW to truly be grungy... to truly be violent... It had to have a constant theme of "Hell on Earth"... And how can you do so without invoking religion? </span><img alt=";)" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/wink.png.686f06e511ee1fbf6bdc7d82f6831e53.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

All in all, This project will forever stand as a 6 month affair where I was able to venture out, creatively, in a new realm. For the first time I was able to dive into character development, storyline development, and the creation of an overall script. These facts are the thing that I will miss the most about taking part in this dynasty as I don't know any other situation that will garner the same feeling (outside of songwriting of course).</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

Finally, It will also be sad to bring the "Evolution of John Greed" to a close. My original plan (before I knew that a new game was set to come out) was to create several TEW dynasties, over time, with one constant... John Greed. It was my thought to show him as he grew older, obtained a relationship, maybe had kids?, dealt with his addiction, and even patched things up with "Bear". However, now with a new game insight, I'm afraid that the John Greed Chronicles will begin, and end, with this diary. Why? My actual game play sets me at November of 2009.... And the new game will most certainly start at the opening of January 2009 (When John was still the headbooker of PSW). So, unless I bypass the starting date almost a year out... John wouldn't have the chance to be anywhere but PSW repeating what happened over the year. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

Then again, with that being said, If I were to construct another dynasty for TEW 2010... I'm sure there will be a plethora of dynasties starting up at January of 2009. So, it may set the next project apart by being set almost a year out in advance? Either way, I guess I'll have to think that through if I ever do come to the point where I want to work on a new project or not.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

Okay, Enough with my rambling... I'm sure not many of you made it this far. ha. I want to move on to the "Thank you" portion of this post.... Giving my thanks to those who have helped me as my PSW dynasty continued to rage on. Here they are, in no particular order. Also, if you are not named and you were an avid poster/feedback person... I sincerely apologize. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

<hr color="black"></span></p><div style="text-align:center;"><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong><span style="font-size:18px;">My List of Thank You's</span></strong></span></p></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><hr color="black"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>BigPapa42</strong></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">: I don't even know where to start, PA. You were there from the very beginning... Always willing to listen to my theories, my questions, my rambling... It was you who helped get this project off the ground as I had NO IDEA how to go about developing a successful dynasty. Your SWF project was a great motivator for me as I was in complete awe of the "world" you were able to create. It was that fine detail that pushed me to take my time, constructing my vision of PSW far before I even posted for the first time. Honestly, You were an amazing source of inspiration from the very start and for that I thank you. I think that's why It seems so very fitting to have my first EVER DOTM award be a tie with you and one of your projects. It couldn't have ended up more perfect. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>BHK1978</strong></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">: You have, also, been such an amazing source of feedback ever since this dynasty developed back in June. I knew I could always count on you to give my shows a read, mull over what you thought about it, and then receive a well-thought out response to everything that took place. Your dedication as it pertains to always leaving predictions behind was also something that I am so very grateful for. It may seem simple, however, it was your constant interaction that made me feel like someone was always paying attention (A fact that all dynasty writers pine for...). Thank you for making this project as fun as it was.... Your feedback was truly well received.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>ReapeR</strong></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">: The GOD of rendering championship belts. ha. Sounds a little grand, I know, however, It's exactly how I see you. Your creativity is inspiring, your limitless patience when people are hounding you for new renders is astounding, and your overall dedication to "fleshing out" the Cornellverse with your championship belts is something we ALL thank you for. Personally, You created 4 new PSW Championships for me during my tenure... (Sadly, "The Death from Above" Championship was not able to be used due to the fact of this shutting down)... Without your renders, My project would have fallen pretty flat... As you brought a level of personality to my work. Thank you for all that you've done, and all that I'm sure you'll continue to do in the future on these boards. Truthfully, Whenever I saw your username within my thread... or whenever I was fortunate enough to see a posting from you within my PSW thread... I was truly honored to know that you were paying attention to this project. Keep up the amazing work. </span><img alt=";)" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/wink.png.686f06e511ee1fbf6bdc7d82f6831e53.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>FINisher</strong></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">: At one point, FIN, I thought you were going to grow to hate me as I was asking you for alt renders almost every week. haha. Then again, I was going to you because I knew the quality of your work. When you fuse that with the fact that I have always been inspired by the dynasties you've brought forth, You've been a powerful source of motivation from the very get-go. As many of the "Forum Elite", I was always quite happy to know that you thought favorably of this project... It gave me a sense of confidence going forward knowing that someone of your caliber enjoyed what I was trying to convey. So, thank you for all that you've done for me, and both my X-WA and PSW diaries.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Adam Ryland</strong></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">: It may seem corny, in a "Thank God at an Award Ceremony"-kind of way, however, I really want to thank Adam for creating such an amazing game. You've stolen many hours of my life with your creation... haha. I can't wait for TEW 2010 and will most likely lose many more hours thanks to your next development. Best of luck with putting the new game together!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>paulskln</strong></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">: Much like FIN, You were gracious enough to develop a few alt renders for my PSW diary and I'm so very thankful for that fact. Your rendering of "The Butcher" was, by far, one of my favorites and really made me love the character despite his terrible in-ring skills. haha. From what I've seen on the boards as of late, though, it appears that you've stepped your game up even more and creating some major alts. Great work, Truly great work! Keep it up! </span><img alt=":)" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/smile.png.142cfa0a1cd2925c0463c1d00f499df2.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> I may need to come back to you for some more alts after 2010 has come out and I entertain the idea of another dynasty...</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Mistaken</strong></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">: We haven't had much interaction with just you and I, however, your endless dedication to keeping up the DOTM, and rookie, awards is something that I respect greatly. Our little community functions at a better rate due to your leadership. Thank you for all that you've done, and I'm sure, will continue to do in the future! </span><img alt=":)" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/smile.png.142cfa0a1cd2925c0463c1d00f499df2.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

</span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Nedew</strong></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">: Like BHK, You've been amazing source of support in the last few months as it pertains to my PSW diary. We've spoken a few times, back and forth, both within this thread and via private messaging & you've always come across as a very intelligent, well-spoken, and well-read, individual. I then looked up your username and saw that you were only 17 or something... And then I felt old. ha (Me at almost 26). Your constant interaction with me as a writer, and this dynasty as a whole, is greatly appreciated!!!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

Finally, To all of those who continually commented, left feedback, or left predictions... I thank you from the bottom of my heart. People like </span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>Ampulator</strong></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">, </span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>The Mystery</strong></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">, </span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>CZCW</strong></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">, </span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>jtnlange</strong></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">, and </span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><strong>mOnru</strong></span><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> (I know there are many many more though). You all made this project as fulfilling as possible... And for that, I thank you a million times over.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

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As stated above, there is a chance that John Greed may make his return to the dynasty world following TEW 2010's release, however, that will only come to pass if I really feel like there is a story to be told. If not, then this may be the final project that I put forth before venturing off into "the real world". ha. You'll all still see me posting on others work here and there, however, as an active writer... You will only see me sparingly over the next few months most likely. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">

Thank you all, one last time, for your continued support, and interaction, over the last 6 months! I truly appreciate it.</span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>

<hr color="black"><strong>NEXT: THE FINAL POST FOR "PSW: THE EVOLUTION OF GREED"</strong></p>

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<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="Eisen-verse" data-cite="Eisen-verse" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="23259" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><strong>BHK1978</strong>: You have, also, been such an amazing source of feedback ever since this dynasty developed back in June. I knew I could always count on you to give my shows a read, mull over what you thought about it, and then receive a well-thought out response to everything that took place. Your dedication as it pertains to always leaving predictions behind was also something that I am so very grateful for. It may seem simple, however, it was your constant interaction that made me feel like someone was always paying attention (A fact that all dynasty writers pine for...). Thank you for making this project as fun as it was.... Your feedback was truly well received.</div></blockquote><p> </p><p> Whoa, I am a little shocked that I got my own separate thank you.<img alt=":D" data-src="//content.invisioncic.com/g322608/emoticons/biggrin.png.929299b4c121f473b0026f3d6e74d189.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /> What can I say I really loved this diary. To me you took a promotion that I was not crazy about (because I tried to play as it numerous times and each and every time I failed) and made me actually care about not only the promotion but the wrestlers as well. And to me that is the hallmark of a great writer, making me care about fictional characters. </p><p> </p><p> You made PSW seem so real, it was as if I was watching an old ECW tape or something. The way you described the arena made me feel like I was actually at one of the cards. It was my pleasure to follow your version of PSW and if John Greed you feel the need to run a new promotion, well I will be expecting front row seats.</p>
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Nedew: Like BHK, You've been amazing source of support in the last few months as it pertains to my PSW diary. We've spoken a few times, back and forth, both within this thread and via private messaging & you've always come across as a very intelligent, well-spoken, and well-read, individual. I then looked up your username and saw that you were only 17 or something... And then I felt old. ha (Me at almost 26). Your constant interaction with me as a writer, and this dynasty as a whole, is greatly appreciated!!!

 

Aw shucks :o

 

I echo BHK's sentiments that you made it real - not seem real, but for those shows and backstory posts, it was real. The sheer detail and emotion that you put in may have been a double-edged sword with regards to being able to keep it up, but better to have an amazing 6 months than a lacklustre year - and PSW was most certainly the former. The dedication to see it through to the end rather than drop off when you couldn't take it anymore was commendable as well. All in all, fantastic stuff, and an inspiring dedication to his work by an artist. That can apply to both you and John Greed ;)

 

Whether that project we spoke about comes off or not, I certainly hope to see in the future another creative contribution from you - it would certainly be heralded, especially now you've joined the great Forum Elite! And i'm sure they would live up to every bit of hype :)

 

Thanks for the memories E-V :D

 

A superb piece of work in every way. Over to you John Greed...

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No, no, EV, you got it all wrong.

 

Thank YOU ! WE are thanking you for giving us the opportunity to follow such a great story. The level of depth you put in the settings and the characters is impressive, it really felt like a living world. I would say other writers should take some notes, but on the other hand I'm pretty sure it is so much effort and time, it can be intimidating.

 

PSW will never look the same after the John Greed's story !

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