MDP

The rumors of Jim Ross leaving the WWE announce table were of course going to be true. So as I watched the announce team walk up to the ring, I had to piss. So I did. After I came back Ross was the last one there. Vince brought out Stephanie and then his wife came out. She turned heel and fired his ass on the spot. I was in shock. I was already mad because earlier in the summer I was made to watch Shelton tap out to the Masterlock. That really pissed me off. Then Rob Conway's great gimmick being spat on by fans. Then Christian being traded and leaving one of the best big men in wrestling, Tyson Tomko, out in the middle of nowhere....I was wondering where wrestliing was going. Jim Ross being fired, was the last drinking tool, I mean straw.

The next day I woke up with a new sense for life. I was thinking about the night before and thought I would start my own promotion. The way WWE fired one of the greatest announcers ever was preposterious. I was pissed. I called my girlfriend Sophie and told her about my project. She told me to go to hell and hung up. After an hour I called back and she changed her mind after I told her I would pay her 1,000 dollars a month. She was more than happy to help me after that.

I also called my best friend Jeremy Kanouff. He was majoring in movie production in College so I figured he would be great for my promotion. He was sour of course but after the thought of money, he complied.

I told Sophie we need an announcer and some other staff. I said we should hire Jim Ross, after she slapped me I forgot about the idea.

Assembling My Staff

According to Sophie we needed a referee, an announcer, a writer, a medic, and six wrestlers. But I'll start with the staff. I told her to hell with a writer for now, me and you can write the shows. A medic...if anyone gets injured fire them, make them sign a waiver too. A referee...I guess SOMEONE has to count the three. So I had referee tryouts. Jeremy's idea, he was drunk and needed a laugh.

Referee Tryouts

Quite a turnout. Four people showed up. Two with referee experience in school wrestling. Their names: Bruno Leclerc and Jason McCord. One of the guys was my neighbor. He was 6. The other was a homeless man. Bruno showed some good stuff, as well as Jason. My neighbor, Grant Walstrom, fell and broke his arm. before that though he was quite impressive, I mean, other than not being able to count to three, he was ok. The homeless man, Roberto Bonsou, couldnt spell his own name on the sign-up sheet, I gave him a job cleaning up after the show...What? I felt bad. It was close between Bruno and Jason, Bruno said he would work for 10,000 and Jason for 16,000. I chose Bruno.

An Announcer

I had a choice between Laughing Larry, his legally changed name. He worked at a night club in the middle of town. He got fired and was looking for work. Brian tegland saw my establishment, no ring, no announce table, no nothing yet. Then he walked out without trying out. So I gave Larry the job.