This week the tag team of the Motor City Machine Guns (Chris Sabin and Alex Shelley) review what it took for Chris Sabin to get to their match at Destination X and how Alex is recovering from his back injury.
This past week was a rough one, to say the least.
It all started last weekend with TNA live events in Hattiesburg, Mississippi and Pensacola Florida, on Thursday and Friday respectively. Both shows went great, we got a feel for Generation ME before our big Ultimate X match (more on that later) and most importantly had fun doing it. Then, as last week's blog was written about, I got food poisoning. Waffle House. Waitress named Broom. Couldn't have had worse timing. Two days before our big Ultimate X match on PPV television, I spent the entire night expelling liquids from my body on both ends, shivering, sweating, and taking short naps on the bathroom floor in your generic $50 a night hotel. I've never had food poisoning before and I never want it again, one of the worst things a human can go through. I couldn't make my flight the next day, nor could I eat or drink anything (including water) for the entirety of the next day. Luckily, I spent all day recovering in Mobile, Alabama on Saturday and caught an early flight into Orlando on Sunday, ready as ever for Destination X!
Wait a second, no I wasn't.
Trying to fight what my body had just gone through, I showed up at the IMPACT Zone at Universal Studios in high spirits ready to show the world what the Machine Guns are about. I was tired, very dehydrated and had little nutrition the last day and a half or so, and I was feeling it. But this is Professional Wrestling, there aren't delays, time off, or excuses. You have to do what you have to do. So I chugged as much water as my body would allow, downed a bag of animal crackers and onward we went. In my opinion we did exactly what we were supposed to-be different, be unique, give the fans what they want to see, and prove that the X Division is what TNA is built on. After and before the match were rough, but in between was amazing. Maybe my body just kicked in, with some sort of survivalist instinct or something, but I felt good during the match. Forgot I even was sick. It's strange how some ailments don't require medicine, rest, or therapy to snap out of it. Sometimes all it takes is the right state of mind. All in all, the PPV went great, The Machine Guns are your new #1 contender for the TNA tag titles, and most important of all, I will never, ever, ever eat Waffle House again.
When I was a kid, I used to think wrestling rings were solid, but bouncy. I mean, how else could guys get slammed down and not break necks and backs? I realize now that's like thinking that things are hot, yet cold, high, yet low, quick, yet slow.