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We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.

-Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

A great man once stood upon a few flights of stone steps in a location held sacred to our great and free nation. At the national mall, before the clouds of political and racial persecution and during a time of yearning for equality, Dr. King uttered his famous "I Have a Dream" speech to a thunderous reaction-both positive from his supporters and radically negative from suppressionist protesters. Five years later, while standing on the second-story balcony of a motel room, he was shot through the right side of his cheek, the bullet traveling down his spine and lodging itself in his shoulder. He was declared dead at St. Joseph's Hospital. With the end of the life of one of the most influential figures of the civil rights movement came a time of grieving, but along with his assassination came his status as somewhat of a martyr, for he had set in motion a movement that would eventually lead to the equality of a nation regardless of race, religion, or gender. While the tribulations of hate still exist, we would like to believe that the world has been made a better place due to this man's existence.

While this is not the month of February and while we at The West Coast Wrestling Company wish not to drive your attention away with a history lesson, we feel that the quote mentioned above by this awesome individual defines the upcoming 2-year history of our promotion. For those involved in the running of this company, this has been the lifeblood of our existence for going on two years. It has led to persistent times of dissent. There have been arguments. Friendships have been tested. Wills have been pushed to the limit. Shoving matches have nearly turned into blows. Through the torment and stress that comes with the running of a promotion, the addiction remains. After every show that drew a low-attendance and/or lost us all a hefty penny we swore we would just bow out and quit. We didn't simply because we couldn't let ourself do so, thus producing a follow-up show with a great attendance with a hot crowd and a fantastic night of wrestling. The cycle continued with success after failure after success, with our attendance figures taunting us month in and month out. While I believe that what doesn't kill you can only make you stronger, I am adamant that those who are addicted to this thing we call wrestling will ultimately die by the sword-and to feed a hunger-nay, satisfy a passion that burns deep down within the very deepest reaches of our being, we come to the conclusion that we are content. Why are we content? Because no matter what any detractor says; regardless of whether we break our attendance record of 368; notwithstanding the sickening feeling of drawing our lowest number of 32; and without regards to the best-or worst-product that we have ever produced; in the end it will all be NOT for naught (I don't care how much sense that doesn't make) because we have had a great fucking time doing it. On September 18, 2010 it is time to celebrate.