MAW: How to not succeed in business without really trying

[Rickymex]

I just noticed that we have no contracted main event faces. Huh. At some point I should do something about that.

 

MAW The Clash AHHHHHHHH HE'LLSAVEEVERYONEOFUSBADUNDUNDUNDUN

 

Acid vs. Nigel Svensson

 

American Elemental vs. Davis Wayne Newton

 

Mid Atlantic Turnbuckle

Joss Thompson© vs. KC Glenn

 

Mid Atlantic Championship

Mean Jean Cattley© vs. Kashmir Singh

 

I GOT A NOTIFICATION!!!

[Eidenhoek]

Huh. Still some issues with formatting in the other diary; seems kinda blocky. Eh, I'll figure it out. Read it though :D:D >_> also predictions <_<

[Eidenhoek]

Two things:

 

1. Riggins and Chord apparently love Swedish cinema. They were talking about it all over the locker room. Apparently agenting matches isn't Rip's job.

 

2. I understand that an inference could be made from my scheduled matches that our company is in dire financial straits. While all the other cards have featured a number of tag matches-and, in all likelihood, this one will as well-the fact is that I have only guaranteed 8 men in action. Maybe those matches will deliver; regardless, I only "intend" to use 8 people. That's cheap.

 

I want to quell these rumors: the Rip Chord Invitational has proven, resolutely, that this company is not out to make money. Rip's edict that we double to $200,000 in a few years does not concern me. I run this company as I see fit, as I have seen fit, and we will continue to prosper.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~

 

MAW The Clash, 878 people at Delaware Auditorium

 

Hugh de Aske and Mark Smart-who are a team with a bit of understanding between each other-face off against "Amazingly Awesome", Keith Vegas and Findlay O'Farraday, and Jana Marie Bowen and Max Mayhem.

 

With the masses of managers at ringside-in truth, Lisa Bowen and Ernest Forthdyke-Hume being a number of those managers-the match was plagued by terrible miscommunications that served no storyline purpose. More simply, we learned that about three people shouldn't have the managers that they currently have.

 

That said, the match featured four people at all times, with four more waiting in the wings. There was always going to be some high-octane offense, and the pre-show ends with a Cut-Throat Driver on Calamity Joan to score the fall.

 

~~~~~~~

 

To open the show proper, Acid and Nigel Svensson square off in the circle of combat. Of notable influence to the match's reception are the fact that Nigel cannot maintain a frenetic pace of offense-his moveset is too limited-and Acid seems to not like going all out, which makes one question how he got so good.

 

It was a foregone conclusion from the start, but Svensson actually put a bit of challenge on the veteran, almost getting a submission with a Wigan Wrench near 7 minutes. Acid persevered, however, and an Acid Rain Bomb wins it for the away team.

 

~~~

 

A bit more even-sided comes American Elemental and Davis Wayne Newton. As hyped by the judge's panel, AmEl comes to us with a decent amount of American recognition and a ridiculous pedigree, cementing him as one of the premier long-term aerialists on the roster. Davis Wayne Newton, to contrast, is seen as having almost unlimited potential, though his performances have left something to be desired (Rip).

 

Counters were the game of the match, with Wayne having ample opportunity to utilize all his skills to bash, slam, dodge, or outright out-dropkick Elemental out fo the air at every turn. If, that is, he hit. It was about an even affair, with AmEl getting blasted every time Davis could catch him; that said, the flyer was quite a bit faster, allowing tag upon tag to hit Newton, slowing him down.

 

A Fisherman's suplex is blocked, replied with a suplex of Elemental's own. Springing to the top turnbuckle, an Inferno Splash seals it for the masked one.

 

~~~

Into the ring we go, as Joss Thompson stands with his Mid Atlantic Turnbuckle title over a shoulder, microphone in hand.

 

Joss: All you Americans, thinking that somehow I'm here for your benefit. Let me explain to you the actual situation: in a rare display of idiocy, the land of Britain decided to let me explore employment elsewhere. This little dump was the first to call, and seeing as how a bigger, real company has yet to give me a ring, I've stayed here.

 

Obvious response from the crowd, yes, but also a bit of heckling, as if Thompson wasn't good enough to get a call from, say, SWF.

 

Joss: I know what you love, though. I've been here long enough, beaten enough people, that I know what would really rile you up. And I figure best way for me to get noticed is to call out The Icon of Insanity to the ring!

 

Again, an expected response, but quite different in tone as Henry Lee slowly walks down the ramp, grinning wildly as he drags along a steel chair. He brandishes it at Joss upon entering the ring, but as the champion backs off, Henry laughs, opens the chair, and sits in it in the middle of the ring.

 

Lee: Aye, lad, it seems you be here to talk to the old master of weaponry, Henry Lee!

 

Crowd pop

 

Lee: So what brings you around, you scrub, to my neck of this little island I call home?

 

Joss: I can beat you.

 

Lee: You sure about that, laddie? I've been around quite a few times, and I've taken a shot to the noggin that would leave any of you paralized. You really think you can take on an Icon?

 

Lee, now in the face of Joss, makes Thompson take another step back, before Thompson laughs--half-heartedly.

 

Joss: Yeah, sure, intimidation. Why not? It's all you're good for. Listen here, pops: I can beat you, and I will beat you.

 

Lee: Whatcha waitin' for, me to spread my legs and bend over?

 

Lee bounds back to the chair, then speedballs it straight at Joss's head. He manages to deflect it, with quite a bit of pain, and a brawl begins, Henry the clear dominator. Soon officials flood the ring, and while the scuffle is left unfinished, a future title match could have just been made.

 

~~~

 

KC Glenn, as both challenger and the guy not involved in the previous fight, enters the ring first for his title match. As Joss enters behind him, he appears no worse for the wear, just a few small bandages adorning abrasions and a small cut he received from an odd elbow. The match begins.

 

It's often thought that one's debut sets the tone for one's career, at least in the "short term". Glenn gets a title shot to start, and the "improved" triple threat (that match will never happen) takes it to the champion. flying at him with crossbodies galore.

 

Glenn appears to have scouted his opponent, as this initial barrage of flying overwhelms Thompson. Rolling out of the ring, Joss catches his breath, barely able to sidestep a NUCLEAR WARHEAD PLANCHAAAAAAA from his challenger to shift the momentum back into his favor.

 

For the new...3 or so minutes, Joss concentrates on slams and holds meant to do damage to KC yet not win the match outright. His strategy is solid, as the rookie is slowed quite heavily, having to rely on a surprise tuning up of the Sunshine Band to get the huge upset victory!

 

~~~

 

Rip Chord gets into the ring to announce the next match, the big title match, but first he calls Acid from backstage.

 

Rip: It's obvious, Acid, that you are one of the best high-flyers we've ever had grace our company. The fact that we'll likely never see you again-at least, on such a valuable trade-makes me wonder what you would like to do if you were given a long-term contract?

 

Acid makes a motion at his waist, mimicking that of a title belt.

 

Rip: Cattley, I assume?

 

Acid nods.

 

Rip: Excellent. An excellent prospective match for what would be an excellent show. Everyone, and I mean those in the stands too, take notice: if I bring someone in on a trade, they can, at any time, get themselves a title shot. I bring them in to enlarge your minds; this means that title holders must be most exemplary, able to adapt to any scenario. Acid, you may go; next, Kashmir Singh takes on Mean Jean Cattley for the Mid Atlantic Championship!

 

~~~

 

The all-round stylings of Singh prove a bit cumbersome for the champion; focusing an assault on the legs leaves Singh's brawling at play, and trying to nail down an arm allows the Indian to dodge about, flitting off the ropes with a springboard dropkick. And once grounded, Cattley learns that technical skills don't have to be absolutely superb to still be quite effective.

 

It's a testament, then, to Cattley's resolve that he bounces back from a near five-minute trouncing, catching Singh with a low blow to violently shift momentum back in his favor. An STO leaves Singh on the mat, but Jean allows him to rise, content in having stopped his foe for the moment. A clean win is admirable, but is the goal a bit too lofty?

 

Nearing 15 mintues, and while Jean can't quite put away Kashmir, it seems the answer is resolutely, "Yes." With damage marking up all over his body, the comprehensive star finds nearly all of his skills neutralized. Punches hit, but softer, and speed is there, yet slower. Cattley nearly hits a Mood Swing, but the legsweep misses, Singh having hopped onto one leg and crookedly dropkicking Cattley's knee sideways to cause the duo to stumble quite akwardly.

 

Moving quickly-yet with some pain-Singh snaps on a Bombay Duck to score the submission on the dismayed former champion!

 

~~~

 

A training match after the show, as Donte Dunn and Kinuye Mushashibo fall to Acid and Henry Lee. In particular, an Asylum Buster on "Baby Blue" ends it. Hopefully some popularity will have rubbed off.

 

~~~

 

Thompson and Cattley argue to end the show unofficially (or officially. Which is it, in this scenario?) Joss makes the point that he is, by far, the most talented person on the roster. Cattley notes that Joss lost his lesser title tonight, that the Mid Atlantic Championship means that Jean has reached greater heights. With the two unsettled as to whom ranks higher, a match is set for the next show.

 

Which is...

 

uh...

 

The Proving Ground

 

Angles lackluster, but a record-setting show overall.

 

DAMMIT IT WAS WHERE IT ALL BEGINS AGAIN ****!

[Eidenhoek]

Some notes:

 

We made a little over $13,000 last month. We are on the cusp of making back the Invitational.

 

Jay Chord has yet to resurface.

 

Acid has one appearance left, as does Henry Lee. TRIPLE THREAT TO MAKE SOME SENSE WITH LAST MONTH'S SHOW? And Lee takes on...er...well crap.

 

Christy Higgins is a nice, if useless, girl. I hope she signs on cheap, because right now...that's really all she's worth.

 

Ben Stallings, on whom SWF used their "first refusal" rights, is unsafe. So yeah, not going to see him anytime. Anytime, not anytime soon. At no time will we see him.

 

Sam O'Brien, a 21-year old Irish manager, is pretty decent. Hope he gets picked up. Shunsuke Asuhara, meanwhile, has still not been picked up.

[Rickymex]

Now it is way easier on the eyes.

[Rickymex]

Have you picked up Ben Williams yet?

[Eidenhoek]

Now it is way easier on the eyes.

 

Excellent, though I think I won't do blue. Might keep black, but...

 

This is Sienna.

 

This is Navy.

 

Dark Green.

 

DarkSlateBlue.

 

Indigo.

 

YELLOW HA HA IT'S A TRAP!

 

Looks like Navy or Indigo, though it's really the white background that hurts my eyes. And yellow. God, that is bright.

 

@Ben: No. As to why not...not enough stamina. And the fact that he's utter crap, that's also something. Sorry, consistent crap that can kinda sell. But yeah; it seems the course of the diary is that my new trainees are coming from debuting talent, while existing guys get brought in to be trainers. Sorta.

 

And then I trade-spam like hell. Which I'll need to stop, actually, to refresh the numbers/time for the Invitational. And speaking of trades, how is AmPat...6 loan contracts. How many months has it been? I...huh. Come November, I'm just editing it to TCW Written. That's kinda weird...

[Rickymex]

Black for the matches and color coded for the wrestlers in the promos?

[Psycho Sam]

Choose White!

[Eidenhoek]

I realize now that I will have to change my idea of what it means to be successful for Mid Atlantic Wrestling. The incoming rookies to the company far outweigh the workers that graduate to real companies or, at the very least, leave the company. So far American Patriot has gone to TCW, Jay Chord got fired-rather, walked out, due to his idiocy, and Xavier Reckless was fired due to being a ****ing moron.

 

I could see, say, 6 people leaving the comapny, 6 guys that I consider prospects or idiots. How many have come in? Ignoring trainers for the moment-which, by the way, is easily at 6-we've had...maybe a dozen debuts so far?

 

Thus our company is too small and the roster too big. Two choices remain:

 

A. Hit regional, get tv, loose a ****-ton of money, but make everyone freakishly popular freakishly quickly, leading to everyone getting hired. Problems? Aside from the obvious money issues, the fact is that TCW and SWF aren't hiring. They're already global entities, they've levelled their rosters, and SWF doesn't seem to want to sign developmentals on future prospects. In short, it doesn't matter how popular in the USA people are; they aren't getting hired. Granted, I could move to Canada or something, but that starts to get really, really stupid.

 

B. Consider that a wrestler who works for a company bigger than MAW has obviously become a success more than this company, ergo they ought to not be on the roster. It's quick, easy, and cowardly.

 

Oh, and no more trades until January, so that I can get people for the Invitational.

 

MAW Where It All Begins Again

 

Mid Atlantic Turnbuckle Title

KC Glenn© vs. The American Flash

 

Mid Atlantic Tag Team Titles

C-V-2© vs. Kinuye Mushashibo and Frankie-Boy Fernandes

 

Mid Atlantic Championship

Kashmir Singh© vs. Grease Hogg

 

Acid vs. Mean Jean Cattley vs. Joss Thompson

[Eidenhoek]

NOTBPW hit National recently. They sent a request to Davis Wayne NEwton, but I have not heard of an acceptance nor rejection. He better move there.

 

The day that they hired Jay Chord, though-and good for him-he pisses off John Maverick. The day he was hired. Eh, well, he's a success now.

 

And Dan Stone just left NOTBPW, leaving it to Jeremy Stone. Yay? OH WAIT THAT MEANS I CAN APPLY!

 

Excellent. Newton's now with NOTBPW. And EX2010's going under. Guess who gets a swan song?

[Eidenhoek]

Plod plod plodding away...

 

~~~

 

It seems Erik Strong and BISON Yano like botany. I dunno how they figured that out; maybe bonsai trees or something.

 

Eisaku Kunomasu and Dragon del Arco Iris Jr. like swedish cinema. I dunno how they figured that out. Someone was showing swedish porn?

 

~~~

 

MAW Where It All Begins Again, people at Delaware Auditorium

 

What better way to start the show, and we mean the actual show, than by having a bikini contest between Christy Higgins and Amber Allen? As always, Brett Starr is the host. Starr needs a gimmick change.

 

I've taken a new approach to my notes: I'm not going to mess around with the "story" of a match or something; I care about what a promoter sees, what a scout sees. And this was an obvious segment to use Brett's mike skills, let Allen dance around, and hopefully debut Higgins better than other options. Admittedly, nobody likes sex appeal, for some reason, which begs the question of how the hell BSC is in business, but that's a story for another time.

 

And it's Vegas, so by "another time" I mean never. Those women are contractually obligated to never discuss what happens if and/or when a fan happens to cop a feel on their breast.

 

And especially never discussing how their breast got bared in the first place.

 

And especially never discussing the weird man who was backstage, cutting holes in their tops.

 

Ever.

 

~

 

KC Glenn© vs. The American Flash

AmFlash is a guy that could use with...work. He ****ing sucks, though he can sell pretty nicely and is, appropriately, flashy.

 

Glenn, however, is ****ing awesome. No flaws aside from the mike, and...well, watch NOTBPW. Sans Steve DeColt. Well...and him, but that's because Stone is ****ing stupid.

 

Right, so, maybe I should have had Glenn dominate Flash for the biggest boost, but instead I just told them to lay it on the line. Not open, exactly, but the best they could do. Which is to say...still not a good idea. I'm glad I'm not obligated to hire Flash. Oh, and speaking of, he lost. Title defense for the champ.

 

Another note: Glenn either doesn't like getting pushed or facing smaller guys, and he can't handle an all-out match. The latter we can deal with by having him in longer matches, but DAMMIT YOU BETTER HATE SHORT PEOPLE BECAUSE YOU'RE AWESOME YOU IDIOT!

 

~

 

C-V-2© vs. Mushashibo and Fernandes

Again, obvious defense was obvious. Mushashibo's set into the midcarder role very well, which isn't actually a good thing. She should be improving up the card, getting more popular like it ain't no thang. And maybe that's my fault.

 

Regardless, with 3 talents and one understandly not, the match was a solid defense for the real team. Solid...yeah, solid. Not great, but not solid.

 

~

 

Citizen X hits the ring. And because allegedly he's supposed to be a star for us in the next five years-which is accurate, but I don't know how that got to the press-and somehow is merely an upper midcarder, I'll record his performance:

 

What is this company but an establishment of those who want to control, and those who refuse to be controlled? I say this: look at those who dance about the main event. Joss Thompson. Mean Jean Cattley. Oleg Dorosklov. Countless members of the group "traded to the company for its profit". And, including, Hugh de Aske, my opponent tonight.

 

The crowd appeared to to react positively to X. Appreciate that.

 

He's supposed to be a pirate, but I haven't seen him embracing any of that pillaging, rampant abuse of laws and general...cacophony we seem to expect. Have you? So Hugh, when I beat you tonight, either eave the company a charade or become someone worthy of being feared.

 

Citizen X vs. Hugh de Aske

Eh...Hugh's improving. He's 22. He's improving, but he's definitely not there yet. So it's a bit disappointing that the "face of MAW" doesn't have a huge match to really define himself. Him vs. Acid, vs. AmEl, vs....anyone that already is there, I bet he'd do wonders. But that's another time.

 

A solid, if unspectacular, win for Citizen X.

 

~

 

Kashmir Singh© vs. Grease Hogg

If Hogg was with us full-time...well, he's popular, and he's got menace. Kinda not good in the ring.

 

So yeah, Singh dominates him and wins. Equal to the earlier match, so...again, disappointed in X's position. Gotta throw him something better, to test him.

 

~

 

The promo choo-choo begins again as Joss Thompson hits the ring, with Acid watching from the screen backstage.

 

Acid. You're supposed to be the best aerialist that's not in a big company. And then you go to TCW, you tour to PGHW...have to say that it's a hell of a better dance than my little resume.

 

Hrm...that's not...quite a heel, Joss.

 

Maybe a little better, Acid, but you can keep the flashy flying. And Cattley, you can focus all you want on the technical side of things. I'll join you, but I got the fists to mess you guys up.

 

Shrug? Still, no.

 

Acid, I know, you've done everything in the business. You can shut it. This is Mid Atlantic Wrestling, not som flying dance company, not some blood and brawls head-bashing land of stupid idiots that can't run a company.

 

OH SNAP YOU SLAMMED DAVE **** YOU but seriously DaVE sucked. Extremely talented roster, terrible company.

 

What? Oh, I'm sorry if all you Americans can't handle the truth. In the UK? Every day you wake up, someone tells you your life is pointless. Someone kicks you in the ass. You get tough, because tough is what wins. So Cattley? Acid? Tough's about to get in this ring and kill you.

 

Wait a second...Thompson's American.

 

Joss Thompson vs. Mean Jean Cattley vs. Acid

Close the show with the best match. Always do that. And I did that.

 

Everyone in this match can carry their own weight, and Acid's ridiculously popular. So...yeah.

 

Unfortunately, I couldn't let Acid lose, nor draw, due to creative control. Sure, it would have been a bit unrealistic...very unrealistic, but it'd have been nice.

 

Cattley did well, Thompson did well, and the only bad part was everyone's a heel. Acid wins.

 

~~~

 

Acid vs. Findlay O'Farraday

Findlaly's getting pushed as the monster heel of the group. So on his way out, Acid gets dominated, but still wins.

 

~

 

Findlay O'Farraday vs. Dagger

I traded for Dagger? Domination, victory for Findlay, obvious. Also, it's the post-show, in case my delimiters aren't clear enough. Acid did the main event and opened the post-show.

 

~

 

I gave Mean Jean Cattley four minutes at the end of the show to get himself over; nothing special as it's the post-show, but noting this to see if he did well.

 

Angles unsurprisingly bad, but a good show overall.

[Eidenhoek]

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[Rickymex]

I like to do that and steal guys like Hitomaro and Tsurayuki. But I find it fun to give them wither enough popularity to start making a profit or give them large funds to last a while.

[Eidenhoek]

Last time I did, (and ignoring that we're looking at insurmountable debt, of course) I didn't migrate the guys to the USA by taking over the company, thus I couldn't re-sign them when their contracts came up. Simple enough to edit, buuuuuuuuut...

 

ALSO C'MON MY META-DIARY RAWKZ NO ONE IZ POSTAN YYYYYYY

[Eidenhoek]

I scrapped my first copy, as the less evidence, the better.

 

I stole $120,000 from Rip and made him pay for the Invitational and Exodus 2010. And maybe a few other thousand, but not much.

 

DON'T TELL HIM.

[Rickymex]

Make sure he doesn't find out. Just ask Casey how tough Rip Chord is when he's angered.

[Eidenhoek]

I got ourselves a company. Not a great company, but EXODUS 2010 is effectively ours.

 

Granted, that more accurately means we have their belts, events, and roster, but point is, they sucked.

 

I didn't get anyone of note aside from Sensational Ogiwara. Aside from being an excellent road agent (Chord not being replaced in that regard), she is the best aerial wrestler in the world. Bar none. Not even Emerald Angel can touch her raw skill, though he is obscenely more flashy.

 

This means that she should be working somewhere else as a trainer to improve rookies' performance and flying skills. I'd think SWF would want that for RIPW, but then again, larger guys don't tend to go aerial. So what's the better fit?

 

Burning Hammer of the Wrestling Gods.

 

THEY HAVE A ****ING JUNIORS DIVISION!

 

Ogiwara is, by far, the best possible trainer for that division Burning Hammer could get. Period. For raw substance and solid performance, she is undeniably excellent. And yet, here she is free to go to Ex2010, and then thus to us.

 

Eh.

 

If I could afford the bill, I'd use her in the ring in one-off showcases. As it stands now, she's going to do some stuff for the Invitational I imagine.

 

Speaking of, that's all I'm looking for from these guys. Since they haven't officially migrated to the United States, it seems impossible for me to re-sign them. I suppose I have the time, for some of them, to stage a "Rip Chord Invitational Invasion," but...not really.

 

As for the belts, not much there. I can easily manufacture better belts, especially if I cut some corners. Their main title-I haven't really checked-*might* have a touch of a lead on a new belt, but otherwise, middle-of-the-road works for me.

 

The same goes for their events; the company did not exist long enough for their tours or "major" shows to gain any traction, thus there is only a very, very tiny reason to ever think of reactivating them. I might as well if we ever go weekly, but...

 

Anyway, I have to re-sort the card now. Again.

[Eidenhoek]

Working on the next show and my other diary's great angle. Got the links queued, so now I just have to write it.

 

~~~

 

Alex Braun now books NOTBPW. Not me.

 

We "lost" some $70,000 last month, yet "gained" some...$70,000.

 

...

 

*cough*

 

We actually went down by about $2,000 from last month, which is fantastic as that's still 5 digits of growth. We're still a good 6 "points" of "Importance" from Regional, which is equivalent to around 8 or 9 in "Popularity," but we're moving steadily forward. If I want Regional, it's a long play. I'm fine with that.

 

 

Mercutio Sleep sucks. Popular, sells, and can go for awhile, but sucks. I'm jobbing him out hard.

 

Sozen Ishinomori, however...he's entertaining and menacing. I can work with that. At the very least, he's trade bait for Japan.

 

And there's Vikki Victoria. No.

 

 

 

Annnnd the Exodus titles are still active. I know, I know, I've had my time to think, but that still means I have to re-work this. Although I don't know why I'm chastising myself...

 

In any case, I don't particularly want to unify everything at the moment, I think, so I'll see where the new hires slot in and figure out what to do for this show. I know who I want to use, and C-V-2 is likely a part of that, (and Citizen X, who keeps getting rave reviews onine) but not the whole picture.

 

Yet.

[Rickymex]

I love Sozen Ishinomori yet for some weird reason I have never hired him in any of my American or Japaneses games.