You make yourself a disgusting protein beverage, swill it down, and fish out your free weights. The damn things have probably been killing your RV's already less than impressive gas mileage, but you've insisted on lugging them around the country for just such an occasion.

Kyle wanders by you as you set yourself up, a bemused expression on his face. It hasn't been that long since you've done this, has it?

No, of course not. He just doesn't understand the harsh realities of professional wrestling!

Finished stretching, you set to work... ing out. Things are going pretty well. You push yourself. You feel the burn. You manage to avoid spewing up that foul protein concoction.

Unfortunately, your attempt to bench too heroic a weight goes poorly. You feel the bar wobbling before it crashes down on your chest. You probably should have waited for Matt to spot you, or at least asked Kyle. You'll be lucky if you come away from this with just a collapsed lung, and "just a collapsed lung" is more than enough to keep you from wrestling. It looks like your poor planning has brought your Quest to

The End

Try again?