Transmission Theater 1998

The opening words really do say it all. El Groumexico was the man who brought me into the ISW. So he was the first to fight me. We went over the match beforehand but by the time we got in the ring we both forgot it all. At one point when we’re out in the crowd he applies a legitimate choke hold on me. I was winded, confused and getting choked out by some dude in a mask, all while being pelted with cornmeal and beer. My favorite part is toward the end of the match. You’ll notice an audience member point out the wedgie in my pants to her friend then proceeds to pull it out for me! Thank you random stranger, I have never forgotten the memory of you fingers between my butt cheeks. It really was a dream come true.