MVW: Full Speed Ahead (C-Verse Local to Global)

[SHaynes23]

“Fifty-thousand dollars…what am I supposed to do with fifty thousand dollars?” What am I supposed to do with that kind of money? I found myself asking that question a lot since the settlement got handed down. What was this settlement for? That’s not important. But what is important is that I am now in possession of the most money I’ve ever had at one time in my entire life. My life has only been twenty years, but still, fifty thousand dollars is a lot of money no matter how old you are. Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to be rude. Allow myself to introduce….myself. My name is Evan Crawford, I’m your typical twenty year old male. I like music, I like sports and I love the ladies. I’m from a town most of you have probably heard of, St. Louis, Missouri. St. Louis, the gateway to the west. I’ve grown up in the heart of this great city, and while it may get a bad rap from people around the country, I love this place. My friends are here, my family is here, everything I love is in his city. But I differ from most twenty year olds in St. Louis in one small way, I love professional wrestling.

I take a lot of grief over the fact that I love this sport the way I do. My friends say, “Evan, you do realize that this crap is fake don’t you?” I’m always quick to respond by telling them that their favorite shows are fake as well. Wrestling is just like any other show, it has stories, it has characters, these characters just like to go out and beat the daylights out of each other for their fans. They don’t take days off, they don’t have off seasons. Men like the great Tommy Cornell or Christian Faith go out and bust their butts year around to entertain us. They are great athletes, and I respect them for it. I’ve always wanted to be a part of the industry, but I’m not exactly the type to go out there and want to train to get in the ring. I’ve always been more of the business type. But how am I supposed to get into the wrestling business when there is no promotion anywhere near St. Louis nowadays?

I’ve had to settle for playing a wrestling simulator on my computer where you book make belief wrestlers. The programmer is very good, and he thinks of great characters like The Undertaker, a man who is dead….crazy huh? But nobody can get the stats right for my favorite wrestlers in the world like Angry Gilmore or Jack Bruce. They can’t even decide if USPW should be cult or regional. It’s just not the same booking these make believe people like Undertaker or some wanna be white rapper named John Cena. I want to go into the real world, I want to book Tommy Cornell in a match, I want to crown Sean McFly champion. And all this seemed so out of reach, that is until I got my 50k payday.

Once I got the check in the bank I immediately called up by best friend in the entire world, Troy Sanders, and I told him to come over right away, we have some money to spend. That was the quickest I’ve ever seen Troy get over here. I already knew what I was going to spend the money on, but Troy had no idea what I had in mind. We sat down, got something to drink, then I told him what I was thinking. “So, uh, Troy. I’m thinking I’m going to spend the money on starting up my own wrestling promotion.” The look on Troy’s face was priceless. Dr. Pepper went flying through the air, and Troy had this look on his face like I just stole his bike. He quickly responded with a, “What the –“

You see, Troy is one of my friends I was telling you about earlier. He hates pro wrestling with a passion. Never mind that he has never watched a second of a wrestling program, he just knows that he hates it and will have nothing to do with it at all. “This is a terrible idea Evan. There are so many things you could do with that money”. “Yeah, like what?” I quickly asked him. ”I don’t know, we could throw like the kegger to end all keggers or something. It could be epic.” Another thing about Troy, he has a couple of weaknesses, mainly cute girls and hard liquor, but it was more comedic than sad.

“I don’t think so Troy. I’ve got my mind set on this. I’ve already got the ball rolling. I’ve ordered banners, a ring, all that good stuff. But there is something I need before we get this show on the road.” “Oh yeah, what’s that?” Troy remarked back. “I need a business partner, someone to help me get this idea out there.” “No way dude, wrestling’s for losers dude, when are you going to realize that?” “I had a feeling you would say that. Think of it like this Troy, it’s a business, and I can guarantee you that you will make more money at this than staying in your mom’s basement all day playing Call of Duty 4”. “Money? Well why didn’t you say so?” I knew the mention of money would wake him up. There is something you need to get hard liquor and chicks, that’s money. “I guess I’ll help you if you are paying…but I’m not doing any of the wrestling crap, you can handle that.” “What ever you say Troy.” I knew that eventually for us to be successful he had to find out how to enjoy this “wrestling crap”, but this was a start, I wouldn't be able to do this alone, and he was my best friend, so why not give it a shot.

And it was as simple as that, a new wrestling promotion had been born. This is the dawning of a new age in Midwest wrestling….was there ever an age in the first place? Oh well, this was the beginning of something potentially big. This was the birth of…

Maximum Velocity Wrestling