KeepinThatFunkAliveV4

We have released Seth Knight after he wouldn't agree to work on our already set event dates and demanded much more cash if he was going to work those dates. Replacing him will be Bobby Quance, who will be working for $23,000 per appearance.

DW Roster (will be edited when changes are made)

Face

Bobby Quance

Chance Beckett

Eric Young

Greg Pawluk

Havoc

Kid Rageous

Psychic

Roderick Strong

Heel

Austin Lee

Black Dragon

Colt Cabana

Jimmy Jacobs

Justin Sane

Michael Shane

Tommy Diablo

We're going to be going with a combo of a World Title and a National Title (a mid-card/upper mid-card title) to start off because I agree with the fact I don't want to just throw together tag teams at the first event. However a tag title will come over time, as alliances develop and (as/if) our PI raises.

DW Title Histories

DW World Championship

Current holder: Michael Shane (Won at JG Memorial Show - 9/18/2004 - World Title tourny finals vs Chance Beckett)

DW National Championship

Current holder: Bobby Quance (Won at JG Memorial Show - 9/18/2004 - 10 man Battle Royal)

Promotion Details

Owner: Unknown

Size: Small

Money: $2,999,100 (Raising production values)

Public image: 50%

Risk level: 68%

Merchandising: 2%

Advertising: 15%

Production Values: 26%

I set a lot of our values accordingly to Sophie's advice. Our first expense was $9,000 from raising our production values to put on better shows, which was suggested by Sophie. She told me we had to try to get at least 100,000 per show from our sponsors. Both of us skimmed my Uncle's contact list and we made a lot of calls and had some discussions with a few companies before we finally reached a few deals.

Sponsors

Main

The Observer (7 months, $100,000/show)

Minor

Pizza Pizza (6 months, $100,000/show)

IGN.com (5 months, $100,000/show)

Hardee's (12 months, $100,000/show)

I was pleased that we were able to reach our goal for money for each sponsor.

Sophie suggested that we make some staff hirings so we burned up the phone lines again. She suggested we didn't hire any staff members for more than $10,000 a month.

STAFF HIRINGS

Writers

Sid Martin (2 years, $5,000/month)

Production

The Sound Guy(Yes it's true, that's his name.)(2 years, $10,000/month)

Medics

Jenny Gordy (1 year, $5,000/month)

OJ Snake (2 years, $5,000/month)

Referees

Rich Bass (2 years, $8,000/month)

Announcers

Jack Douglas (2 years, $10,000/month)

Joe Wheeler (3 years, $10,000/month)

Road Agents

Steve Nickerson (2 years, $10,000/month)

Sophie then suggested that we should hire about 15 workers to start off our roster. Her cap for wrestlers that she suggested was no more than $20,000. I made a couple exceptions for some wrestlers that I thought had slightly more talent.

WRESTLER HIRINGS

(name, age (pay, written/open)

Austin Lee, 20 ($19,000, open)

Black Dragon, 30 ($12,000, open)

Chance Beckett, 24($23,000, open)

Colt Cabana, 24($23,000, open)

Eric Young, 23($18,000, open)

Greg Pawluk, 26($17,000, open)

Havoc, 19($12,000, open)

Jimmy Jacobs, 23($12,000, open)

Justin Sane, 27($22,000, open)

Kid Rageous, 21($15,000, open)

Michael Shane, 24($22,000, open)

Psychic, 22($15,000, open)

Roderick Strong, 18($15,000, open)

Seth Knight, 26($18,000 open)

We also scheduled our first event, The Jim Garretson Memorial Show, will be held on September 18th at the Gold Gym of Marion High School in my hometown of Marion Iowa at 7:00 central time.

FANPOLL

Which title combination should DW use to start off?

A. World Heavyweight Championship, Tag-Team Championship

B. World Heavyweight Championship, Mid-card/Upper mid-card title(Name would be different of course)

Interact with DW and its superstars by sending them fan-mail!

(I used this concept with RSW and I liked it a lot.)

Sending fanmail to DW HQ

E-mail DW HQ by sending me a private message with the subject "DW HQ fanmail". All e-mails will be answered, most will be posted here.

Sending fan-mail to DW Sueperstars

You can also e-mail any wrestler on our roster. They will always answer, and most will even be posted here. E-mail any wrestler on our roster by sending me a private message with the subject "Wrestler fanmail", just replace the word "Wrestler" with the wrestler you want to send fanmail to.

DW PRESS CONFERENCE

Desire Wrestling will be holding a press conference. To send in your questions for the press conference, send me a private message with the subject "Press conference question".

DW Merchandising update

Merchandise featuring Colt Cabana have been the best selling BY FAR, so far at a WHOPPING 64% of our total merchandising sales have been Cabana merchandise. The next nearest worker is Chance Beckett at 3%!!!!!

OOC NOTES:

If you have any ideas for gimmicks for any of our wrestlers, please say so. I do not watch hardly any wrestling besides WWE except for some NWA-TNA here and there so the only wrestler I'm remotely familiar with is Michael Shane. I would watch more indy wrestling but I don't have the access to. I am not going to go by most of these wrestlers' real life personalities, as I can't. I will try to develop them into characters of my own. But if I cross the line, like have them do something they would NEVER do, please let me know. This is my only non-WWE diary that I've ever done besides Rising Star Wrestling at EWB3 and an old XPW one. About the poll, I am thinking of mainly doing choice B, but I wanted to hear your opinion, and that's what I made a poll.

BACKSTORY : Ch. 2

"The Shrine"

Wednesday, August 25th, 2004

12:32 p.m.

I stood looking at myself in a large full size mirror in the main hallway of my Uncle's house. I had brought the key with me to the wake, thinking I was just going to put the key back into the casket with my Uncle.

I had chatted with many relatives, but still mainly Jim. All of the people who were reasonably close enough to come did infact make it.

I walked up the spiral stairway to the upstairs area. I stepped into Jim's room and looked around.

It was almost emptied out as Joe was getting ready to move in. I laid down on Jim's old four poster bed and thought this was the exact place where he died. I wish I could have said goodbye to him properly before he died, instead of waiting 'till his wake (today) and his funeral (tomorrow).

A lot that was left in his room was wrestling posters on the wall. Joe was a big wrestling fan too but definitely not as big as Jim and I were, but I figured Jim would probably keep the posters.

As I turned my head to face the closet something caught my eye. I stood up and looked around the room once more before stepping into the almost empty HUGE walk in closet.

But that was not what had caught my eye.

What had caught me eye was a small black area on the white inside walls of the walk-in closet.

Now, up-close, it appeared to be a hole of some sorts. I pushed on the area of wall put it wouldn't budge. I looked through the hole and all I could see was black.

I figured it was probably just a regular old hole and began to walk away. However as I reached the doorway of my Uncle's room I looked down and grasped the key in pocket that I had brought with.

I might as well give it a shot right? It's not going to hurt anything. After all, it didn't really look like a perfect circular hole, so you never know.

Not that I really thought it was a keyhole. Just for fun you know. Might as well try the key on something, right?

Right.

I turned around and gulped, walking slowly back into the walk in closet. I took a deep breathe and pulled out the key.

At least if it wasn't a key to anything, or if I never found the thing that it opened, it looked cool. I decided I would keep it instead of my original plans, whether this door opened or not. It would be the best way to remember my Uncle, I suppose.

I slowly brought the key towards the "black hole" if you would. I gently placed it into the hole and turned but it wouldn't turn. I pulled down, pushed down, pulled up, pushed up, pushed straight forward, wiggled it, everything. Nope, wasn't working.

I sighed in disappointment and went to pull the key out, but as I did the wall opened slowly as if it was a door, the key remaining in the hole.

My eyes went wide, the key was not only a key when put into the hole, but what had to be used as a...a makeshift doorknob of sorts so you could open it. I saw the only way to take the key out was if the door was open or if you were closing the door with the key in it.

It was infact almost pitch black like I had saw when I looked through the whole. I felt around and almost tripped but I finally found a chain that I had guessed was attached to a lightbulb on the ceiling.

I pulled the chain and my guess was correct as the light came on.

Dim at first, but it slowly began to brighten the room. I gazed around, my jaw dropping to my knees.

I saw a room about 4, maybe 5 times the size of the walk in closet I had came from. Perhaps an office..no..maybe..

It had tons of wrestling posters, ones that were not out in my Uncle's room. It also had a much nicer computer that was in his study. It had all kinds of wrestling memorabilia, a collection of vhs tapes and dvds wrestling related, action figures, foam fingers, almost everything to do with wrestling that you could imagine except Ric Flair actually standing there in a wrestling ring.

Ironically, there was a picture of Ric Flair on the walls, though.

This was not an office. This was my Uncle Jim's shrine. His shrine to his favorite hobby, his favorite thing to watch and follow.

This was my Uncle's professional wrestling shrine. Then I saw a box with a check for $3,000,000 and a note enclosed.

"Jordan,

If you're reading this note you have found my wrestling shrine. Unfortunately also if you have found this note, I have passed on to the afterlife as well. But I wanted you to know how much you meant to me as a Nephew and how much I loved you, whether it was watching wrestling together, going to see a wrestling show, or just plain talking about life. But I want you to have everything here, including the check. Enclosed is also a list of my contacts in the wrestling industry that I have met. I think you'll know exactly what to do with everything and the money. It may not come to you right away, but I think you'll know after some thinking.

Love,

Uncle Jim"

Wow..I never realized he had THIS much money. He was a very successful lawyer in his time and was able to retire early, 2 years ago at the age of 51. I assume the money that Joe inherited was the rest of his retirement money and all of his money that was in the bank. But this, I didn't know what to think, not about what he meant that I'd know what to do, or where he got his money. My only guess was that he had been saving up this money separately. But that didn't matter. I had to starting thinking about what he meant by saying that I would know what to do.

I saw some empty boxes and began to pack away everything in them. There wasn't too much stuff but I was pretty quick because I didn't want everybody to wonder where I was. I wasn't going to tell much about it to Joe, as I didn't want to hurt his feelings.

You see, when Joe and I were teenagers Joe always went out and VERY rarely spent time with his dad. I know as people grow up they spend less and less time with their parents but Joe pretty much spent the minimal amount of time with his dad. I was more shy and I hung out with Jim a lot, watching wrestling, even making it to a few events, and just talking about life. I think I was almost like a second son to him, because I knew he was like a 2nd father to me.

I closed up the passageway and made a few trips to get the boxes out to my car. On one of my trips I passed by Joe and he asked what was in the boxes. I simply told him that it was just some wrestling stuff in his room like posters, and asked him if he didn't mind that I kept the stuff. I was relieved as he told me to go ahead.

I packed all of the boxes into my car and then headed to the line to see my Uncle for the last time.

11:39 p.m.

I laid down on my bed at my house after a long, interesting day to say the least. To say it was emotional seeing my Uncle for the last time was an understatement as well, and discovering that he did appreciate our relationship as much as me in the form of letting me the only one to ever see his wrestling shrine besides him..not to mention that huge sum of money.

But then I finally realized what I had to do.

I had to open my own wrestling promotion. I got it now. The money, the list of contacts. It all made sense now. This is what I wanted to do and I knew it was what my Uncle meant and this is what he would want me to do.

I didn't sleep much that night, scribbling down notes for ideas for the promotion and writing down a list of contacts from his list to call in the morning, including his last secretary before he retired, Sophie. Jim had left a little note by each person on the contact list, and about her he said she knew a little bit about wrestling and what she didn't know she would find via her computer, she was a computer wiz and was very helpful, not to mention she would make a great assistant.

At the funeral the next day I had prepared a speech about my Uncle and what he meant to me and about how great of a person he was. I almost got teary-eyed during the speech but I made it through the whole thing, barely, although I cried when I got home for a couple minutes. Jim had a grand funeral, if you want to bring something positive about remembering something that is so negative, but it was deserving, for he was a grand person.

After the funeral I spent Monday and Tuesday making calls and jotting down more ideas for the promotion in my home office, which would have to do for our "headquarters" for now.

I had finally thought up a name that I thought was good enough and fit for the promotion on Tuesday night.

Desire Wrestling.

It would truly be fueled by desire...and created by family.

BACKSTORY : Ch.1

Bad news

Wednesday, August 25th, 2004

Marion, Iowa, United States of America

RING-RING-RING!

I was somewhat startled but no doubt the phone had awoken me. I looked to the side of my bed, towards the nightstand, where my digital clock and my phone was.

6:17

Man, it was 6:17 in the morning. I did not need this shit.

RING-RING-RING!

I rolled my eyes and picked up the phone.

Me: "H-hello?"

Voice: "Jordan?"

Me: "Yeah?"

Voice: "It's your cousin, Joe."

Joe was my Uncle Jim's son. He was one year younger than me, 23.

Me: "Oh uh hey Joe, what's up?"

I knew it had to be something important to call at 6:17 in the damn morning. If it wasn't, there was going to be some homicides. It sounded like he was starting to cry now.

Joe: "Jordan...my dad..Jim...he died in his sleep last night."

My eyes opened wide as my jaw dropped. Jim was the uncle that I was closest to, no doubt. Dead at the age of 53. Wow...this was terrible. Here I was complaining that I was awoken at 6:17 a.m. when the non-immediate family relative that I was closest to just died last night.

Me: "Wh-wh..what happened to him?"

Joe: "His maid got there at 6:00, since you know he's an early bird..usually up at 5:00 or so. She couldn't find him until she went to his room..he died in his sleep. We don't know how yet...I just got word a few minutes ago..so..."

Me: "This is horrible..I'm so sorry."

Joe: "Look I'll call you later...bye.."

I hung up the phone, staring into space. I remained like this for a few minutes thinking about the news that was just passed to me before I tried to get back to sleep. I tried for about 20 minutes but it was no use..this was too big of a shock. I attempted to wake up and start my daily routine as normal as possible, though. It wasn't much of a routine though...2 weeks ago I was fired from the local paper as a sports writer. They said I was too opinioniated for a local paper sports writer, which didn't make sense to me, not to mention I always got the most mail out of any of the sports writer and all the readers always said I was the best. Oh well, it was their loss, right? But my mind quickly went back to the matter of my uncle.

This was the same man who I had watched wrestling with as a little kid and a teenager and talked about wrestling all the time. Not to mention he gave me great advice many times...my next best person to ask after my parents..on some issues even the first person to ask. My favorite uncle...dead...at the young age of 53. Wow...this was too much. I tried to get it off of my mind..at least until Joe called again. I made some coffee and watched TV for a while..not in the mood to do much but wait, really.

3 hours later

I had just received another call from Joe and, while not confirmed, the guess so far was that he had suffered from a heart attack in his sleep and it was a near painless death. He told me the inheritance meeting would be Friday, the Wake would be Sunday, and the funeral services would be Monday.

I didn't do much but mourn and think for the rest of that day and most of Thursday. I was still pretty shocked but I began to come back to reality before I went to bed Thursday night.

Friday, August 26th, 2004

8:56 a.m.

I awoke from sleeping on my side, facing the clock. At least I got a bit more sleep than 2 days ago.

WAIT, SHIT!

I was supposed to be up at 7:40! The meeting was at 8:30 and my uncle's house was about 25 minutes away, not to mention I had to get ready anyways. I got up quickly and got dressed, brushed my teeth, and skipped pretty much everything elsee, making my way to the garage and opening up the garage door. I unlocked my neon and got in, shutting the door.

Oh jesus...this day could not be any worse!

The car wouldn't start..great.

I called a taxi and while I was waiting a called a tow truck to tow my car to the nearest repair shop as I slipped the tow money under the rug as the Taxi arrived about 5 minutes later. I quickly got in and told him where to go and to make it fast.

Later that day

9:32 a.m.

I finally arrived at my Uncle's house and found the only person left there was Joe pacing around, apparently waiting for me.

Me: "Look, I'm really sorry, I forgot to set the alarm and then my car wouldn't start and then I had to call a cab..I'm sorry for making you wait."

Joe: "Don't worry about it. I was going to stay here alone for a little while to think anyways"

After a very long conversation, which had to be almost a half hour I learned that Joe had inherited the house and 8 million dollars, the only child of Jim's. Jim was a VERY successful lawyer and invested a lot of his earnings, especially in a company you might know as "Microsoft" before they hit it big. I also learned that I inherited one thing.

A key.

A god damn key. I wasn't that mad but I was his closest out of any of his nephews or nieces and I figured I deserved more than a key, especially since he didn't even leave a damn note about it.

For all I know it could be a damn key to nothing. I mean, it might as well be as he didn't even leave me a note to tell me what it was a key to.

I called another taxi afterwards to take me around to a few places to pick up some job applications before stopping home at about 11:30 a.m. I just layed around again that day watching TV.

I had thought my relationship with my Uncle was great, and it had really meant something to me. I was still sad for him dying but started to maybe think he didn't think as much of our relationship as I had. I made a point of setting my alarm for 10:35 a.m. for tomorrow to get ready for the wake at noon. I was not going to be late again, plus I had to get up earlier to go pick up my car from the shop.

I went to bed at about 1:12 a.m. that night, or morning, whatever, groggy and somewhat hurt still.

I would not know that I would learn the true importance of the key the next day, as well as what my Uncle thought of me.