Two days is all it took for me to have the utmost respect for pro wrestlers. Not saying I didn't have it before, but that respect was cemented after I took in two days of free pro wrestling training a little while ago. After those two days were over, it felt like someone threw me down a tall flight of long stairs, picked me up, and then threw me down those same set of stairs again. My neck, my back, my head, my shoulders, my knees. Everything on my body was in excruciating pain, and it damn near killed me to go to work the next few days. I can only imagine how it must feel to fight through that pain for much longer in order to achieve your dreams.
I don't think any of us can have an idea of the amounts of pain pro wrestlers have to put up with, so I don't think it's fair to sit here and think of Cara as a weakling, because he wouldn't finish the match. Everyone is different. Who knows? As soon as he felt the pain, Cara probably thought it was something a lot more serious than it actually was. Shit, it felt like I broke damn foot one time playing basketball as a kid, but my cousins reassured me it was just a sprain. Bottom line is, the moment Cara felt the pain, none of us really knew what was going through his mind, so let's not be so quick to label him as a softy or wimp.
I don't think any of us can have an idea of the amounts of pain pro wrestlers have to put up with, so I don't think it's fair to sit here and think of Cara as a weakling, because he wouldn't finish the match. Everyone is different. Who knows? As soon as he felt the pain, Cara probably thought it was something a lot more serious than it actually was. Shit, it felt like I broke damn foot one time playing basketball as a kid, but my cousins reassured me it was just a sprain. Bottom line is, the moment Cara felt the pain, none of us really knew what was going through his mind, so let's not be so quick to label him as a softy or wimp.
