RicketyZubat Posted July 13, 2016 Share Posted July 13, 2016 December 1st 1997- 7:43AM The Sleep Eazy Motel- Newark, Delaware “MILLER YOU ****ING ASSHOLE WHAT THE **** DO YOU THINK YOU'RE UP TO?!?” http://i1030.photobucket.com/albums/y361/RicketyZubat/ECWA%20dynasty/MALE_172_zpswsgahtmo.jpg Not exactly the thing anyone would like being barked down the phone to you first thing Monday morning. My name is Dara Miller, or if you're someone who actually follows indie wrestling in Britain in the state it's in nowadays, you might know me as Dara McCoolpants. For whatever reason, I decided this time of year was a good time to make a trip to America, make visits to some friends I made while they were on tour here last year, and if possible squeeze in a few bookings. Since you most of you likely have no clue who I am, I'm a 21 year old independent wrestler from Ireland. I've been working the British independent scene for close to 4 years now, since wrestling is practically non-existent in my home country, not that the British scene is much better. Honestly, I'm not huge into the non-mainstream scene anywhere in the world, even if I do love working in it. I've been in America for about a month now, just drifting from place to place, but for the most part I've stuck to the east coast. I mostly get bookings because of my dumb, or I guess 'unique', ring name, Dara McCoolpants. I used to work under my real name with the same 'Teen Idol' stuff I still do, one night I used that name as a joke but it was pretty well received so I guess I'm stuck with it now. http://i1030.photobucket.com/albums/y361/RicketyZubat/ECWA%20dynasty/Ace%20Darling_zpsljixbsp0.jpg The voice yelling at me through a cell phone I didn't even know I had was Ace Darling, a mainstay on the American indie scene for years. He used to be a frequent job guy in WWF and he's currently one of the top stars of the ECWA, a Delaware promotion that I worked for on my little tour. Based on my limited discussions with him, he's a decent enough guy and he's been one of the biggest helps in getting me used to working over here. So him being this pissed at me is incredibly out of character. Then again, I can tell I have been drinking pretty heavily, judging off this god-awful headache. "Hello?" "What the hell do you think you're doing waltzing in here like this?" Uh... What? "Sorry, mate... I have no clue what you're on about." "I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU STEALING MY JOB!" He let out a long, angry sigh before he managed to lower his voice, to the joy of my pounding head. "I just woke up to a letter from Jim Kettner telling me that you're after taking the ****ing book!" Okay, let me just make something perfectly clear here. I'm supposed to be getting a flight home to Ireland in two days time for the holidays. Just to take some time off, let my body recover, spend time with my family, that kind of stuff. It was never my intention to get a job here, especially not something like being a booker of a company, irregardless of how small it is. As I tried to process the information I just learned, Ace went back to yelling at me. "Well, Mr. Boss Man, if that's the way you want to operate, then I'm not putting up with you. I'm out, don't expect to ever see me in ECWA again, you ****ing traitor." The phone clicked and I threw my head back against the pillow on the rough mattress I had spend how ever much of the night I had actually slept on. The Sleep Eazy Motel was a tiny, off-ramp motel. It wasn't exactly the most comfortable of places. I still wasn't quite sure how I got here, I'm pretty damn sure I was in Philadelphia last night. So what the hell had I gotten up to last night? December 1st 1997- 2:33PM Meg's Diner- Newark, Delaware After having some coffee and getting my head together in some manner, the first logical thing to do seemed to be to call Jim Kettner, the promoter of ECWA, to try and piece together some of what had went down the night before. From all my dealings with Kettner, he was significantly less scummy than most promoters I was used to talking to, and for the most part nowhere near as loud and pompous either. But he, like Ace, was uncharacteristically angry when he took the seat opposite me in the diner. Meg's was a small, not too busy diner in Delaware, just a few blocks away from the building which served as both the ECWA 'offices' and the usual location for a majority of the shows. From what I'd heard in the locker room, Jim had some kind of a strange love for this place. Whenever he wanted to talk to someone, be it talent or potential business partners or whatever. http://i1030.photobucket.com/albums/y361/RicketyZubat/ECWA%20dynasty/Jim%20Kettner_zpsswmn2vuj.jpg "So let me get this straight, you swear to me you'll have us on pay-per-view in 3 years, drunkenly shit talk one of our top guys and then cause one of our backbones to walk out on us and now you're telling me you're not going to even stick around to do the job?!?" Beat. "Yes. That would appear to be the situation." He was angry, that was very clear to me. Maybe it was just because Jim was so calm most of the time, but he was pretty damn scary when he was angry. "Well listen here, kid. You made some pretty damn big promises to me when you were running your mouth last night." He stopped to shake his head and sigh. "It's my own darn fault for listening to big-mouthed drunk kid. But let me make something clear to you. You're going to be held responsible for this company's future." "I can't just throw my life away for this." Jim shook his head. "You don't get it, do you? It's too late to take this back. Either you step up and take what you wanted, or this company goes down and you never work in America again." Well, shite. That's that decided then. I had a small feeling Kettner was bluffing, but I knew that this would also be the opposite of good for my own reputation. Plus... I did have to take some level of responsibility for what I had said in my drunken stupor. "There's so much stuff to deal with. Like, I need somewhere to stay, I'll probably need a way to make some money, a visa..." "That's all your problem. But you know Chuck Ristano? He can hook you up with a quick visa." http://i1030.photobucket.com/albums/y361/RicketyZubat/ECWA%20dynasty/Chuck%20Ristano_zps3xrw4b2j.jpg Chuck Ristano was ECWA's 'official journalist'. I had met him once or twice, and he was one of the few people around I was able to call 'kid'. He was barely out of high school and no one could explain to me how he had secured this position, other than the fact that he seemed to have a 'guy' for everything. Needed chairs for the venue, or for match purposes? Chuck had a guy. Needed to fix dodgy sound equipment on short notice? Chuck had a guy. Apparently securing visas was just another thing on that list. I was just staring into the coffee in front of me, trying to figure out how I'd explain this to everyone back home, when Jim went on. "Meet me at the office later. Bring along some kind of booking plans, show me if you can really match up to your claims."He shook his head one more time."You have no idea how much crap I'm gonna have to deal with business wise. If you make me regret this, I swear..." Jim pretty much up and left at that point and I came to the sudden and real realisation that I had messed up. Big thing. But... I had to make the best of this. Time to get to work. OOC Comments: This is my first ever attempt at a dynasty and I thought I'd try and make it a bit unique, both in terms of company and the writing style. I hope people enjoy it! The McCoolpants character has stats according to the Road to Glory stat rules, but this isn't really a Road to Glory save. I will probably eventually have him move company (if I get that far) but for now, he's just an ECWA guy. Next time: The Meeting at HQ and the roster revealed! http://i1030.photobucket.com/albums/y361/RicketyZubat/ECWA%20dynasty/ECWA%202_zpsj63tnqma.jpg NEXT EVENT: ECWA Live! The Herbert Wells Ice Arena, College Park, Maryland Saturday, Week 3, December 1997 **Card to be Announced!** Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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