Post by Dan White on May 18, 2009 5:52:49 GMT -5
So, Omega Effect II came around and I had a feud with Hunter. We wanted to make it an absolutely epic feud with a massive storyline behind it that would rock both of our characters, and an awesome match to boot. Thing is Hunter already had a big story he was in the middle of, so all he had to do was up the ante a bit. On the other hand, I was pretty clueless about what I could possibly do, so I just ripped a few scenes out of Pulp Fiction and James Bond, only rewriting them with Dan in them. It was pretty lame, but I wasn't particularly bothered.
The match however was supposed to be something awesome. I have never believed that I was a great writer, but I've always liked to think I've been one of the best match writers the fed has had. I know that's very big-headed of me, but it's one of the few things where I know that if I have 5 days or so to write a Main Event PPV match, I can deliver the goods. I've had plenty of “match of the year” nominations to back that up. But Hunter vs. Dan White in a Street Fight was supposed to be absolutely massive. Literally massive. Like 50,000 words massive.
Hunter and I quickly realised that this was going to be an impossible task. I think AK did a word count of the whole PPV and it came to 110,000 words or something, so to add about another 35,000 words of that would have been totally daft. In total, I think it came to 15,000 words (that's in-match stuff alone), but to be honest, I'd give a medal to anybody who dared read every single word of it. Think of it like Goldberg vs. Brock Lesnar at Wrestlemania 20. It was meant to be one of the biggest matches there, and it kind of flopped. It certainly wasn't one of the more memorable moments of the PPV.
We went into the break but I never came out of it with as much anticipation as maybe my co-e fedders had. I felt like I'd hit my own glass ceiling, and that the way I was going (I think I had an 8-match losing streak around this point), despite me feeling I was writing the best stuff I was writing for a long time, I wasn't progressing and to me that was a real downer, as down as you can get with e-fedding anyways. This was captivated with the fact that Santiago (or Zero) and I lost in the first round of the Lethal Lottery. I just felt like I'd hit my limit.
I attempted to give it one more chance, with another change of gimmick. There's a football manager called Jose Mourinho, who at the time was managing a double Premier League-winning Chelsea team. He was a manager that really took it to a new level in terms of match interviews, tactical prowess, and sheer egotism. I tried to replicate this for the month of July, where I'd seem like a football manager, engaging in post-match interviews after every match. But I still wasn't happy with the way I was going. So at Seven Deadly Sins, after a sub-par cage match with Jonny Hughes (I wrote, by the way), I wrote an angle where because he wasn't trying hard enough, Dan was released from his contract.
I forget why I actually quit at that time, and I also forget to why I gave ACW one more attempt. I seem to remember I was getting a mod position in another fed, but I was later to turn that down because I found out that the fed was ridiculously scandalous. You know, the type where the fedhead's mates are all the champions. That kind of fed. But I gave ACW another chance, and set up a mini feud with Starkweather. But the month of August wasn't going well for me at all, so I decided that I would give up ACW and take a long break. Ever since coming back in February 2006 I was just declining, and I figured a good long rest is what I needed.
I mentioned to Starkweather the spot that would injure me with, and he actually said that it was an unbelievable spot, and I think it's what persuaded him to upgrade the Double Stomp from a weardown move to one of his trademarks. Basically it was a Double Headstomp off a balcony through my head, which was perched against a table. It was a great way to to go out; better than a hastily done “you're fired” angle anyways. Plus it gave me the eye to return at some point in the future, so I was always keeping that in mind as I stuck my feet up and went on indefinite hiatus.
The match however was supposed to be something awesome. I have never believed that I was a great writer, but I've always liked to think I've been one of the best match writers the fed has had. I know that's very big-headed of me, but it's one of the few things where I know that if I have 5 days or so to write a Main Event PPV match, I can deliver the goods. I've had plenty of “match of the year” nominations to back that up. But Hunter vs. Dan White in a Street Fight was supposed to be absolutely massive. Literally massive. Like 50,000 words massive.
Hunter and I quickly realised that this was going to be an impossible task. I think AK did a word count of the whole PPV and it came to 110,000 words or something, so to add about another 35,000 words of that would have been totally daft. In total, I think it came to 15,000 words (that's in-match stuff alone), but to be honest, I'd give a medal to anybody who dared read every single word of it. Think of it like Goldberg vs. Brock Lesnar at Wrestlemania 20. It was meant to be one of the biggest matches there, and it kind of flopped. It certainly wasn't one of the more memorable moments of the PPV.
We went into the break but I never came out of it with as much anticipation as maybe my co-e fedders had. I felt like I'd hit my own glass ceiling, and that the way I was going (I think I had an 8-match losing streak around this point), despite me feeling I was writing the best stuff I was writing for a long time, I wasn't progressing and to me that was a real downer, as down as you can get with e-fedding anyways. This was captivated with the fact that Santiago (or Zero) and I lost in the first round of the Lethal Lottery. I just felt like I'd hit my limit.
I attempted to give it one more chance, with another change of gimmick. There's a football manager called Jose Mourinho, who at the time was managing a double Premier League-winning Chelsea team. He was a manager that really took it to a new level in terms of match interviews, tactical prowess, and sheer egotism. I tried to replicate this for the month of July, where I'd seem like a football manager, engaging in post-match interviews after every match. But I still wasn't happy with the way I was going. So at Seven Deadly Sins, after a sub-par cage match with Jonny Hughes (I wrote, by the way), I wrote an angle where because he wasn't trying hard enough, Dan was released from his contract.
I forget why I actually quit at that time, and I also forget to why I gave ACW one more attempt. I seem to remember I was getting a mod position in another fed, but I was later to turn that down because I found out that the fed was ridiculously scandalous. You know, the type where the fedhead's mates are all the champions. That kind of fed. But I gave ACW another chance, and set up a mini feud with Starkweather. But the month of August wasn't going well for me at all, so I decided that I would give up ACW and take a long break. Ever since coming back in February 2006 I was just declining, and I figured a good long rest is what I needed.
I mentioned to Starkweather the spot that would injure me with, and he actually said that it was an unbelievable spot, and I think it's what persuaded him to upgrade the Double Stomp from a weardown move to one of his trademarks. Basically it was a Double Headstomp off a balcony through my head, which was perched against a table. It was a great way to to go out; better than a hastily done “you're fired” angle anyways. Plus it gave me the eye to return at some point in the future, so I was always keeping that in mind as I stuck my feet up and went on indefinite hiatus.
