Post by Dan White on May 22, 2009 19:54:15 GMT -5
So I was on hiatus, and I was watching a lot of changes going on in the fed. People were leaving, notably RDK, Sarin and Fallen Souls, but a lot of people were beginning to join the fed. People like Flamingo, Durden, Thunderkiss, Freeman, Chef (he'd come a couple months before but I include him in this group) and Mainer. Now I've probably missed out one or two more people there but that's all I can remember for now. But big things were going on, such as the Fallout vs. ACW feud, as well as the ACW Tag Team titles being retired after Flower Power had destroyed the title scene.
It was quickly shifting into a brand new era, and I think it was an era that was welcomed in ACW. I mean I know there are a few people, myself included actually, that would have loved to see the same breed of people that were here from GFWCW era-June 2005 continuously remain in the fed. It was a great bunch of people. But at this time, I just felt like ACW was getting a little bit stale from a standpoint that I was no longer active. We needed these people to join the fed, to inject a bit of a punch into ACW again.
I'll use this chapter with a little bit about how I was doing at this time, in the real world. I was beginning to start the final year of secondary school, and I think by this point (late September), Jonny Hughes and Rob Dixon (aka Jefferson) had left, because they were going to college I think. I had a few feuds with a lot of teachers at my school. I had three lessons (like most people), and they were Media Studies, English Language, and History. For each subject there was two teachers each, and of those six teachers I'd say five of them held an unfair grudge against me. For the benefit of Hughes and Dixon, it was only Crowe who didn't seem to hate me. >_>
But at the start of school, something dreadful happened. I was watching TV with a couple of my mates, as you do, and I've skipped school, as you do. Suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my stomach. I thought it was indigestion so thought no more of it; just take some tablets and I'll be fine. But the pain continued to hurt me. I think we were watching Mean Girls (which is actually an awesome film if you're into the study of youth sub-cultures, like I am) and my mate kicked me out, thinking if I had diarrhoea he didn't want me doing it in his house. What lovely friends I have, eh?
Anyways I managed to walk a mile home, only to basically collapse. I was taken to the doctor's who said I “absolutely definitely” had appendicitis. So I was taken to the hospital (I was given the option to go via ambulance, which I did, because I thought it was cool that they were racing me through the streets for something I knew wasn't that bad) and I was in hospital. My dad is a doctor, and I don't want to sound all high and mighty but he's held in pretty high esteem where he works. So basically he got the most senior doctor on my case. It's like as Dr. Cox he got Dr. Kelso to personally treat his patient.
Well turns out being a senior doctor means that you don't have to delve into the likes of appendicitis all that often. Basically to the point that he believed that I didn't have appendicitis, but just an infection. It didn't help that I was a “1 in a thousand” case where you show different symptoms of a particular condition. After 6 days of being in hospital with an “infection”, my dad decided to step in, even though you're not allowed to treat your own family in a professional manner, and it found out that yes, I had appendicitis, and not only that but it had grown from the size of a bird's eye chilli to a banana. And it was about to burst.
After the operation, I had a pretty speedy recovery, that was welcomed with the teachers that hated me giving me a wee bit of sympathy. I also couldn't play football for a long while, which to me was heartbreaking as my mates and I always used to hire out an astroturf pitch once a week, and to not play was pretty gutwrenching. But I had to deal with it, and deal with it I did.
It became a bit of a joke around ACW. After I got home, I actually spent about an hour trying to think that the pain wasn't something serious. This was before I collapsed. I was writing a tag team match between Top Draw and Flower Power, and I got through halfway before realising that something bad was happening. I sent the match to Yoko, who was organising Meltdown that day (yep, a let match sent in), in hope that he would have time to finish it. He didn't, and I think he thought I was just using an excuse to get out of it. Like I said I'd garnered a reputation that I was a bit of a liar, and with Yoko and I not exactly being best chums it's understandable to see why he felt I was just trying to avoid writing the match.
But I was healthy, and I managed to make the match a pretty good “Lost Tape” match for the Emperor of the Ring PPV. It was around this point where I was beginning to write a lot more. I was writing matches for shows, and taking part in the Fallout/ACW storyline pretty actively. I felt a bit more rejuvenated, but at the same time I didn't feel like I should bring Dan White back. At the time I was watching a lot of NOAH and NJPW, and the inspiration to make a puroresu character was increasing.
Enter MASAKI...
It was quickly shifting into a brand new era, and I think it was an era that was welcomed in ACW. I mean I know there are a few people, myself included actually, that would have loved to see the same breed of people that were here from GFWCW era-June 2005 continuously remain in the fed. It was a great bunch of people. But at this time, I just felt like ACW was getting a little bit stale from a standpoint that I was no longer active. We needed these people to join the fed, to inject a bit of a punch into ACW again.
I'll use this chapter with a little bit about how I was doing at this time, in the real world. I was beginning to start the final year of secondary school, and I think by this point (late September), Jonny Hughes and Rob Dixon (aka Jefferson) had left, because they were going to college I think. I had a few feuds with a lot of teachers at my school. I had three lessons (like most people), and they were Media Studies, English Language, and History. For each subject there was two teachers each, and of those six teachers I'd say five of them held an unfair grudge against me. For the benefit of Hughes and Dixon, it was only Crowe who didn't seem to hate me. >_>
But at the start of school, something dreadful happened. I was watching TV with a couple of my mates, as you do, and I've skipped school, as you do. Suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my stomach. I thought it was indigestion so thought no more of it; just take some tablets and I'll be fine. But the pain continued to hurt me. I think we were watching Mean Girls (which is actually an awesome film if you're into the study of youth sub-cultures, like I am) and my mate kicked me out, thinking if I had diarrhoea he didn't want me doing it in his house. What lovely friends I have, eh?
Anyways I managed to walk a mile home, only to basically collapse. I was taken to the doctor's who said I “absolutely definitely” had appendicitis. So I was taken to the hospital (I was given the option to go via ambulance, which I did, because I thought it was cool that they were racing me through the streets for something I knew wasn't that bad) and I was in hospital. My dad is a doctor, and I don't want to sound all high and mighty but he's held in pretty high esteem where he works. So basically he got the most senior doctor on my case. It's like as Dr. Cox he got Dr. Kelso to personally treat his patient.
Well turns out being a senior doctor means that you don't have to delve into the likes of appendicitis all that often. Basically to the point that he believed that I didn't have appendicitis, but just an infection. It didn't help that I was a “1 in a thousand” case where you show different symptoms of a particular condition. After 6 days of being in hospital with an “infection”, my dad decided to step in, even though you're not allowed to treat your own family in a professional manner, and it found out that yes, I had appendicitis, and not only that but it had grown from the size of a bird's eye chilli to a banana. And it was about to burst.
After the operation, I had a pretty speedy recovery, that was welcomed with the teachers that hated me giving me a wee bit of sympathy. I also couldn't play football for a long while, which to me was heartbreaking as my mates and I always used to hire out an astroturf pitch once a week, and to not play was pretty gutwrenching. But I had to deal with it, and deal with it I did.
It became a bit of a joke around ACW. After I got home, I actually spent about an hour trying to think that the pain wasn't something serious. This was before I collapsed. I was writing a tag team match between Top Draw and Flower Power, and I got through halfway before realising that something bad was happening. I sent the match to Yoko, who was organising Meltdown that day (yep, a let match sent in), in hope that he would have time to finish it. He didn't, and I think he thought I was just using an excuse to get out of it. Like I said I'd garnered a reputation that I was a bit of a liar, and with Yoko and I not exactly being best chums it's understandable to see why he felt I was just trying to avoid writing the match.
But I was healthy, and I managed to make the match a pretty good “Lost Tape” match for the Emperor of the Ring PPV. It was around this point where I was beginning to write a lot more. I was writing matches for shows, and taking part in the Fallout/ACW storyline pretty actively. I felt a bit more rejuvenated, but at the same time I didn't feel like I should bring Dan White back. At the time I was watching a lot of NOAH and NJPW, and the inspiration to make a puroresu character was increasing.
Enter MASAKI...