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WWE Productions is the top dog when it comes to the business of music itself. Most musicians wait their entire lifetimes to even be allowed into the lobby of the colossal enterprise. Many wait two lifetimes in hopes of signing a contract. Out of the sheer billions who step through their door, WWE Productions only signs less than a handful to its one year starter contract.
Like their cohorts before them, Fozzy – a five man band – was more than determined to make their mark in the big leagues. They did every show possible, met every impossible deadline, sold every album and demo they could all in the hopes of garnering the attention of WWE Productions. While most other production houses went out and scouted hot new faces, WWE Productions didn't waste time doing such menial chores. Instead, they left the scouting to the desperate artists. Enter Fozzy.
Nearly four years had passed before the daughter of the former CEO of WWE Productions, Stephanie McMahon, went on a whim to a small house show on the lower ends of Miami, Florida. The opening band was nation popular Fozzy. They came out to the tune of some two thousand strong rave-seekers, and in layman's terms, brought the house down. Being the billion dollar princess, Stephanie sought out the band backstage and made them an offer they couldn't possibly hope to refuse. A ten year contract with WWE Productions.
Overnight is how quickly the name Fozzy became an international icon. Now three years into their contract, Fozzy was earning more and worth more than every other music icon combined – and that of course included the late, great Elvis Presley. However, despite their fame and fortune, the band mates had more than their share of cut throat losses and blows to their personal life.
First off...