The cage match of death challenge has been accepted. Russo threw down the gauntlet, and the boys at the A1C answered the call. The Pelican and Russo in one corner, Jose and Moby in the other. Dipping our hands in glue, then into shards of glass (Kickboxer style). The boys at the splash pad don’t know what they’ve gotten themselves into. Y’all know him as Moby, but on the street he goes by many other names: “The Master of Disaster” , “The King of Sting”, “The Dancing Destroyer”, “The Prince of Punch”, and “The Count of Monte Fisto”. The Pelican needs to fear him. We have the upper hand, we’ve got an ace in the hole, we’ve got Turbo Dog. A five pound vicious Kujo ball of aggression. Today was just another day to prepare for the showdown for Friday beatdown bragging rights.
Warm-ups: various stretches, nothing special
The beatdown: KISS (keep it simple stupid) 4 corners (10 merkins, 15 squats, 20 lbcs), rinse and repeat 5 times.
Moby prayed us out.
Tomorrow, Marsh Madness
following weekend, the convergence known as the Fury.
Fitness. Fellowship. Faith.
