Issue #0- Introduction- January 4, 2010

Well, I'm sure none of you expected to see the namei of Daniel Pollaski in the WWA anytime soon. But the fact is... I'm here. You see, three days ago I was driving home after a hard days work when my cellphone rang.

215 area code. That's Philadelphia, you ignorant fucks.

My curiosity is piqued, so I answer. A man named Chance Wolfington is on the line. With a name like that, you'd think it would have to be some sort of insurance sales pitch... right?

Wrong-O.

I guess Mr. Wolfington is the latest in a long line of owners of the World Wrestling Alliance. And apparently,the alliance is at some sort of crossroads. The start of a new era, if you will. They are down on fan support, down on revenue, and looking to rebuild. And he needs good people to help promote the WWA and get some good light shed on them.

And why would he turn to me, you might ask?

Go to the WWA hall of fame, 2007 inductees. See the picture of the young man with unkempt brown hair and the redhead girl with the ponytail?

Those are the WhirlyBirdz. They're there because of me.

Now don't get me wrong, Terrence and Wendy are as talented as anyone who's ever stepped inside the squared-circle, and they have more heart and guts than the entire Uncensored roster put together. But do you honestly think that an exiled demo derby driver and his prude girlfriend could just walk in here and win every major title this alliance had to offer without some genius like me steering the truck?

Well, actually it was an RV... but I digress.

You saw me as their fun-loving, porn addicted, loudmouth braggart manager. But I was more. If the Birdz had a flaw... it was they were way too modest. They felt that their actions spoke louder than words. All fine in theory, but everyone knows if that was really true, Ryan Matthews and The Wizard would have never wrestled past the second match of the card. So I made sure those in charge knew what a selling force Terrence and Wendy were, and THATS what got them the big main event matches.

Which they won, of course.

That's why I am the greatest manager in the history of this alliance. And I never needed to say "daddy" every fourth word, either.

So with credentials like these, its only natural that Chance would ask me to do for his alliance what I did with the Birdz.

Just one teensy problem.

As far as I'm concerned, the World Wrestling Alliance, and all participants involved, can rot in the deepest, darkest, hottest pit of hell.

Terrence, Wendy, and I busted our asses there for three years. Our efforts lined the pockets of the WWA fat cats as we (ok... they) gave everything we had in matches against Kakuma, Ronin, SyNn, The Pharoahs of Rage, Ulfric, Jake Devins, Jonathan "Demise" Cross, Misty Xiao, and Victor Mandrake to name a few.

And then they kicked us aside, spit on our legacy, all because when they kicked the Bayou Wrestling Association out, we decided to remain loyal to our region. I You want to know why this place is now a shithole? Its because you kicked out the best goddamned region this aliance ever had. I'm just surprised its managed to not completely die over the past five years. Chance told me there was a new region, Defiance Wrestling, and they are tryin to ruin the WWA as we know it. I hope it happens.

At least I did, until I found out who's behind it.

Eric fucking Dane.

Let's go back five years. Almost to the day. Like I said, the BWA was THE region in the alliance. And do you know who was on top there?

World Heavyweight Champion Terrence Thompson
BWA Heavyweight Champion Wendy Briese.

But Team Danger couldn't abide not being in the spotlight. No, they just walked in, treating the WWA as their own personal playground. They wrecked matches... they beat up people, and ultimately they forced WWA management to issue an ultimatum to the BWA... control Team Danger, or leave.

Control a cancer like Eric Dane? Good luck with that.

So the BWA was kicked out, and the Birdz were forced to make a choice. Unfortunately, they chose the BWA. Team Danger's actions were getting more and more out of control, and we finally did something about it. After Team Danger nearly killed a man named Shadow Rider, we organized a coalition of other wrestlers, including our mortal enemy, Victor Mandrake, to stop Team Danger once and for all.

And then- poof! The BWA was gone, and we were all unemployed. Just like that. There's various accounts of what happened, but I think Greer, Walker and Dane realized the trouble they were getting into, and tried to find a way out without losing face.

The Birdz' careers never recovered. And they werent he only ones. Many westlers were so disillusioned by the BWA's demise they hung up their boots for good.

And Eric Dane? Like the snake he now champions, Dane slithered back to the WWA. I dont know what he's done the last five years, but looking at the state of things... nothing of benefit.

All of you in Defiance wrestling, you follow Dane as the Messiah, the man who will return the alliance to greatness? Give me a fucking break.

Eric Dane does not give a shit about anyone on the Defiance roster. Eric Dane does not give a shit about the WWA. Eric Dane does not give a shit about anyone but himself.

Dane is one of the reasons this Alliance has fallen, and I'm sure he damn well knows that. And yet, for one more run in the spotlight without ever doing any work, Eric leads a cult of Kool-Aid drinking southern rednecks into battle. Spare me.

In a month, Defiance wrestling will be destroyed. And Eric Dane will somehow crawl away from the ashes, to wait and plan his next grand entrance to ruin something else. But remember...Dane will never be the solution. He will always be the problem.

So I dont give a damn about Defiance. I dont give a damn about Appalachian. And I most certainly dont give a damn about DREAM, WMW, HOW, or Uncensored.

I do, however, give a damn about money, and Chance Wolfington is giving me a good amount to help salvage things around here. Which is why, in the end, I took him up on his offer.

So what will I be doing?

Back when I managed the Birdz, I thought it would be nice to let my team know where they stood in the scheme of things, so I compiled a list of the best 50 wrestlers in the alliance. Somehow, the lists got leaked to the general public, and I began to get a following. The powers that were got wind of it, and I began to do a bi-weekly version for wfwa-online.com.

The Power 50 wasn't official, but it was damned influential. Guys like Rune Archer, Wolf, Demise, and Jake Devins got their first major exposure due to the rankings, and I guarantee you Kevin Cage would have NEVER been world champion if not for glowing reviews from the Power 50.

And now it's coming back.

And boy, do I have my work cut out for me. Rankings are hard enough, but between these six regions I dont think there are 50 wrestlers good enough to make my list. And considering Dragon Jones, Evan Hurley, and Randy Treehugger made the cut, that should say something.

Seriously, what did you guys DO to this place?

Where's the Urufu?
Where's Joey Tesauro?
Where' Michael Lennox?
Where's Misty Xiao?
Or Ronin?
Or Bryan Smith?
Screw it... where is Victor Mandrake?

All gone, and this is who's left? The WWA World Title is being feuded over by a sun-baked Californian meth-head and a guy who dresses like a snake? These two jokers wouldn't have even gotten shots at the Double Crown in the old days. In fact, maybe we should bring the Double Crown back, and retire the World Title before it gets devalued any more.

And Team Danger's the tag champs? Have those jokers even defended the belts yet? If Greer and Walker have learned anything from Eric Dane, its that stalling = long title reigns. Try defending them five times in a WEEK, then get back to me.

Back to the original question- how the FUCK am I going to find 50 quality westlers in these six feds?

Well, a paycheck is a paycheck, so I'll try.

Mark your calendars, kids, for January 18th, 2010. That is when version 2.0 will shine the light on 50 of the most deserving wrestlers in this alliance. Until then, I'll be watching. My DVR is programmed, and I've made space on the hard drive. Yes, even for the shithole fed in Ohio.

Im bored, kids.

Time to entertain me.