The Boneyard: RWD Edition (V1/I1)

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For those of you not in the know, since, you know, The Johnny isn't terribly special and can't draw, like many of his contemporaries have stated ad nauseum, this is my printed version of my very own... something or other, called The Boneyard.

Now, what exactly IS The Boneyard, you ask? Well, it's a lot of different things, really. It started out as a editorial piece on MSW.com, but it soon after evolved into an in-ring interview show. ...Actually, that's it, really. And granted, the articles and interviews I did were few and far inbetween, but hey, I don't see any of YOU doing anything like this!

So this is, obviously, the typed-out version, indicative of you not seeing video, just text.

Today, I'm going to be addressing the condition of The Fold, my little band of merry men and one woman.

When I first came up with the idea of organizing a group of wrestlers under the JBC banner - and again, this was back in MSW - my goal was to unite the underdogs and the newcomers who I felt had potential to go far in this entertainment-ized sport. In the face of tyranny, in the form of Robert Garland, in the forms of The Gentleman's Club, in the form of Bryce Manning, in the forms of the Kaiser Dynasty, in the form of Neforian, and in the forms of The Apocalypse. In all those forms and more. If they could organize, if they could use their opportunistically devious minds to win, then Yours Truly needed to organize men and women brave enough to stand up and fight against impossible odds. Together, we too could win. It would have been the biggest thing to hit the MSW since The Bonecrushing Phailous!

But then, as brightly and hotly as MSW shone and burned, as quickly as it fizzled and cooled. All my plans up in smoke. You all know this. You also all know that from the ashes of the MSW arose the RWD, and from the ashes of my ostentatiously ambitious plans arose The Fold. The RWD's Power Couple Kruzer and Jezzabel were the first to enter into the fold of The Fold, followed by Maxwell Schneider. Not the vision I had in mind earlier this year, it's true, but then again, the structure of the RWD immensely differs to that of its predecessor. Those in charge there were benevolent at best and neutral at worst, meanwhile those in charge here are neutral at best and malevolent at worst.

So the structured union of rookies and little guys (and girls) made way for the compartmentalized chaos of veterans so comfortable in their own skin they do their own thing without worry of scrutiny and retribution. The original dream replaced by a controlled nightmare. But it's a good thing!

First entering MSW, it soon became clear that this was a promotion where a certain contingent of the boys in the back were pals from previous engagements and were now a tight-knit - and yes, I'm going to say it - clique. Ah, yes, that dreaded word "clique". I mean, it's nice to go into a new place and know some familiar faces, why not? I mean, I've known Kruzer and Jezzabel for many years now. I root for them to win (well, that wasn't always the case, but to the extent that our newly-rejuvenated union makes the alternative a stupid move, here we are), but I also let them fight their own battles too. They're not so weak and pitiful that they can't speak for themselves and defend themselves without my intervention. The same goes for Schneider, though of course I haven't known him nearly as long as Kruzabel.

Anyway, the point is, this could have transferred over to the RWD, and it almost did, but the landscape of the territory has, in such a short time, changed drastically. This is for the best. Trust me. Where the RWD hangs in the professional wrestling universe could be better, but it's still in a pretty nice spot. Hell, we're even doing a program with ACE! This opens up doors that open up other doors, making Planet RWD receptive of communication to other moons and planets, communication building roads to trading, which builds diplomatic relations, which in turn can raise RWD's stock, which will raise it's position in the professional wrestling universe. This all was as a result of cutting away at the cancer and nearly dying in the process.

So what do all these flowery analogies have to do with The Fold? I feel everything happens for a reason, and I feel that this current version of The Fold could not have been hatched from the cosmic egg borne of all that chaos had it not been for certain events being put into motion, willingly or otherwise. And that's perfect as far as I'm concerned, because that's the sort of environment we thrive in.

Of course, then you see our battle record post-union, and you wonder what the hell went wrong. I thought about it every day. Note I said "thought". More on that in a moment. Anyway, it's true: ever since I united Kruzer, Jezzabel and Schneider, victory has eluded us. That sucks, I won't lie. Unions like ours should give way to bigger and better things... right? Well...

We've disappointed our friends, we disappointed each other, but worst of all, we disappointed the fans. When they needed us to triumph most, we dropped the ball and let the enemy pop it. You know the spiel; I expressed my frustration and sadness on Twitter a couple of weeks ago. All the same, The Fold need to take it up a notch, me included.

Going into 2015, the Chinese Zodiac might consider it the Year of the Sheep, but I don't agree. The Fold aren't sheep, they're wolves, they're lions! We don't follow, we don't even lead: we just spread havoc and dischord wherever we go! No, 2015's most assuredly not the Year of the Sheep... 2015 will be the Year of The Fold... or we'll die trying! Stay tuned for bigger and better things from our camp going into The New Year. We're down, but we're FAR from out! We'll have our names in your minds and on your lips, and it could come as early as the first Sunday Night Combat of 2015! Don't give up on us, folks, and we promise you won't regret it!

And in closing, a message to my detractors: there is a difference between what you perceive and what is. Try as you might, you'll never be able to figure me out, and more importantly, you'll never be able to bring me down. Your time's up; mine's only beginning, even if my career's in its twilight years!

Now FRIG OFF, I got work to do!

Starfleet out.


- YIW (Yours In Wrestling), Johnny Bonecrusher