WTC Origins

A coloured history of the greatest tournament in the world

Before the WTC existed, I was going about my business of being an incredibly sexy Warmachine gamer, travelling far and wide to spread my gospel. I got myself chauffeured to fabulous events and locations, where I demonstrated my incredible awesomeness (http://warhammer.org.uk/phpBB/viewtopic.php?f=22&t=89528). All in all, my life as a Warmachine player was the stuff of legends.

This world of fame and glitter was shattered brutally by a great, great injustice: the Australians were not able to attend the Maelstrom ETC, the go-to international team tournament at the time. It had sold out months before; there simply was no room in the inn.

I may have seemed like a shallow, sexy glamour person at the time, but this was an injustice I just couldn’t let pass. The Australians were ready to travel across the world to come and bask in my glory, only to be cast aside like a bunch of lepers. I could not stand for this, and thus … I formed a response team.

Here is where the story reaches a bit of a hiccup. While I may be bald enough, I am really not scarred or eyepatched enough to be a Nick Fury, I’m much more a Tony Stark person, albeit quite a bit sexier. Andrew Galea (you know, Jeff Galea’s brother) isn’t bald, scarred, or eyepatched either, but he just had to do. That being settled, the two of us reached out to find more heroes to join our cause. We found Norbert Brunhuber (balder and younger than Steve Rogers, but a super soldier none the less), Peter Gaublomme (smart like Bruce Banner, and you don’t want to see him mad either) and Jamie Perkins (you’re not entirely sure what her powers are, but you know she’s great for marketing purposes). We obviously had more names in the shadows, but everyone knows that names in the shadows only have to be revealed when the time is right.

The team reached out to Stefan Mader, the organizer of that other team tournament we had in Europe. He had done some great ground work, and despite that, he seemed more than willing (relieved, even) to hand us the keys to his kingdom (don’t worry, we’re keeping an eye on him, if he turns out to be an Arnim Zola, we’ll know). Our marketing machine turned that last OETC into a very special event, a turning point as it were between a dark past of oppression, and a bright future of democracy and freedom. Great friendships and alliances were forged, which would give inspiration and motivation for many years to come.

Meanwhile, we needed to organize the first WTC. The Austrians were happy to get rid of the burden, the English were still rebuilding, and the Germans weren’t ready to step up just yet. So, salvation came from the Belgians, as everyone knows, a nation which is geographically small, but titanic in all other respects. More members were added to the team (like Christophe Dirckx as Clint Barton), many hours of hard labour were spent, and a multitude of challenges were overcome, and finally, we were able to present the glory, the grandeur, the legend, the walhalla that is the WTC.

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Humble as I am, I must admit that the WTC went even beyond my hopes and dreams, turning into the highest profile Warmachine and Hordes event on the planet. When Team USA Stripes were announced as this year’s winners, I’m sure everyone agreed that they were truly the champions of the world. Just one – Will Pagani should have held that cup high up in the air. It’s what I would do. And I wouldn’t be caught in the sauna without it afterwards.

 

Tony “Klaw” Stark

Author: Klaw

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