TCP1 Posted May 29, 2016 Share Posted May 29, 2016 I liked New Orleans. It was hot, vibrant and messy. It was life. It was the perfect place for professional wrestling. A place crazy enough that even the most flamboyant characters would be easily accepted and cheered or booed. At least that was the plan. Following an acrimonious divorce from his previous employer on broadway, the eccentric Harry Chadwick had moved back south, bought out a travelling circus troop and was in the process of revamping it as a wrestling promotion. His first action was to hire me as his head booker and announcer. We’d met years back and had become firm friends after a series of… events. We hoped to bring back some of the pizzazz that was missing from pro wrestling these days. Sure there was a ‘war’ going on between the big three: USPW, SWF and TCW. But let’s be honest here, they were stuck in the near past, producing the same bland feuds they had been for decades. USPW had risen to the top with over-the-top zany characters, but they had all the edge of a loaf of bread. TCW bored the crowds with their ‘realism’ and SWF… Well they just plain sucked. The independent scene wasn’t much better with hardcore and high-flying Mexican-inspired theatrics dominating. Promising an alternative to the big boys, they were happy to destroy young men and women’s bodies in order to make a break-through. There was a place for both styles in a promotion, but not regularly and certainly not at the expense of people’s lives. We wanted entertainment, fun, excitement and performance. My name is Thomas Patrick and this is… Dixie Vaudeville Wrestling. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v301/TCPinho/DVW.jpg Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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