The AWF Iron Man Tournament
18 days, 80 matches! Everyone worked their asses off. Everyone worked hurt. I wrestled with two sprained ankles, torn ligaments in both legs and internal bleeding in my right shin. All the problems with my right leg were actually caused during a session of kick boxing two days before the tournament started, but who really cares? El Fuego, a grumpy yet seasoned vet, who incidentally showed me a lot of stuff in the ring, worked with a torn bicep. Fabian Stokes worked with an already jimmied back due to a snowboarding accident, something that plagued him for months. Delicate David Diamond wrestled once or twice (if you can call that wrestling!?), totally killed the town with his performance and cried about his glass knee¾pussy. Slade slipped off of his chair while sitting in the back before his match and broke his ass or something. Every worker was covered in herbal patches and tenser bands from the Shiatsu message booth at the Exhibition, which, incidentally, we kept very busy. Due to my stupid ankles and right shin I missed the middle chunk of the tournament. Some of the boys made fun of me watching the matches while confined to a wheelchair and covered in ice packs. Eventually, with literally black and blue legs, I finished the tournament and paid each and every one of those lippy bastards back! It probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do at the time… But, hey.
And, I do have to hand it to Jaguar Vijay Singh, the AWF champ at the time, he is a complete dick and a snake, but he was only wrestler to work all 18 days of the tournament. I’ll be seein’ ya, dick!