Ok, I'll admit.
I've kinda been slacking on my blogging duties for the DWF.
I posted my first article a couple months ago, and I haven't had any since.
Lemme Explain: I had been in a wheelchair for close to 7 years, and last year, on December 21, I developed feeling in my legs for the first time in a long, LOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNGGG time! I got very excited about this, and the DWF was gracious enough to help me with strength training and, well...look who's walking now!
I've been back on my feet, mobile full-time for about a month now and I'm enjoying my life.
...but that's not the best part.
So, we're at the Hall of Fame ceremony. I'm sitting there, watching JT Money, Lord Pistoia, Big Tubby Brown and all those guys get inducted and D.J. Wentworth pulls me to the side and says "I want you to get some tests on your spine."
So I did. Went to Dr. Justin Visconti in Burbank, California. My condition, when first diagnosed, called for temporary paralysis, with no timetable for how long. However, Dr. Visconti runs some tests on me and tells me that not only am I able to live an normal life, but I could wrestle 2-3 more years if I wanted to.
Now, i have to admit. I haven't had a match in 7 years. I prepared for a disabled life of wheelchair-bound actions for the rest of my days. I have to thank God for allowing me the chance to walk again. It's truly a miracle. But the wrestling diagnoses...that's the thing. Here's a guy who retired immediately after his career-ending injury. Starts walking again on March 30th and is told by a doctor that he could wrestle again for another couple of years. Now, I had no desires of doing such thing. But that was before I saw DWF WrestleMania III.
I felt something that night in Phoenix, from my sky box in the VIP section. I felt something watching footage of the late-Great Ray Charles sing America the Beautiful. I felt something watching one of my best friends, Mark Mattitude make his WrestleMania debut in front of his hometown against a legend in the Magnificent Chris Collins. I felt something watching Zippaman and The Rebel, respectively wintheir first ever World Championships. I felt something watching JT Money and The Great One close the show in an epic main event. I DEFINITELY felt something watching Sir Magic and Lord Pistoia steal the show in their epic encounter.
I felt a tug. That passion. That fire. That desire to be in the ring performing for the world as a CAW Wrestling Superstar. I wanted to come back.
I want to come back.
The one thing, however, keeping me from appearing on RAW next monday is DJ Wentworth. DJ knows I've been immobile for 7 years and wants to make sure I'm able to get in the ring again.
So, while you guys are watching DWF RAW next Monday, I'll be in Runnemede, New Jersey at Triton Wrestling League's training facility, to see if I still got what it takes (or if I even remember anything)
With that said, I'm off to finish packing and get some rest. I have a writer's meeting tomorrow to discuss DWF RAW's Road to Backlash and after that, I hop a train from 30th Street Philadelphia to Lindenwold, NJ, where I'll get picked up and taken to TWL. Here's hoping my future lines me up in a DWF ring
PS - I'm still gonna blog, though! I'll post something tomorrow while I'm on the train. I think I might write about working this one match in Brazil with ACP for Brain Dead Wrestling. Haha, fun story. Catch y'all later!
