Martin put me in a really tough position where he had me kneeling upright while my wrists were tied to my ankles. I was arched so hard that I was already having a hard time with it. It took me a couple of minutes to find my place but once I did, Martin hangs a cinder block from my crotch rope and I could feel myself fighting to survive my predicament. The weight of it pulling me forward made it difficult to maintain my position and the harder I fought to push my weight backward, the more I failed. I was defeated - and that only left Martin to find another way for me to pay for it. Besides, I'm the one who asked for this.