My own "Tough Enough"
by Brandon Smith on 2001-07-17
So at long last, finally I got back to business yesterday
and restarted with the old crew from the Portland ECCW House
of Pain. It's now located in a flea market in Hillsboro,
OR ran by former WWWF wrestler, and a helluva guy, Tito
Carreon. I was marking out over the autographed Art Barr
posters and pictures of Eddy Guerrero standing with Tito
on the wall. The ring itself is stiffer and has higher ropes
than the last one we were using before. I prefer this one,
the other seemed too much like a trampoline, and bumping
on this one just makes me feel so hardcore.
So away we go, starting off with a few push ups and squats,
100 of each to be exact. The squats I have no problem with.
The push ups were a chore as I ripped through about 30 and
my body started giving in. As I struggled through the final
70, I just forced myself to remember how bad I wanted this.
Now I am nice and blown-up, not to mention sweatier than
Roseanne jogging laps in Flagstaff.
After the warm-up, we get into bumping away, something I
missed greatly during my 7 month lapse. It's probably the
only thing I feel I do well at. I do a few standing on the
mat, then a couple off the bottom rope, which don't seem
too hard anymore. Then I venture into territories I have
not been before, second rope bumps. I made the epic climp
to the middle buckle, grabbed the top rope, and gasped "Holy
s%#t!" under my breath. I realized how high up I was and
turned off my mind to avoid further distraction. Then I
let loose and dropped. When I was up there, I didn't give
any thought to the fact my trajectory would be different
from taking it from the first, so I landed on my shoulders
and lower neck, and took a good bite out of the left side
of my tongue on impact. Tony asked how it felt. As I stumbled
to my feet in a dazed stupor, I managed to squeak out "Good!"
From there he asked me to try another, so I climb again
and jump back down in a moment of hesistation. I got back
up there and did it again, fortunately not losing anymore
taste buds this time.
We did a few tie-ups and ran a couple spots from there,
but the damage was done. I struggled to hold my head up
after the two middle rope bumps, but as always managed to
survive another day. I walked Stu Hart style down to the
MAX (the Portland/Metro light rail car), trying to move
my neck around a bit to recover. Today, my neck still hurts,
my tongue feels bruised, my elbow is banged up from God
knows what, and my muscles are sore from my workout, so
walking, eating, and even standing upright are great undertakings.
Yes, I do love it and will be back for more tomorrow!
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