August 23rd, 8pmThe Church of Fight He smacked his nicotine gum loudly as the headache grew more intense. "One thing at a time," he would repeat to himself. First alcohol, then meth, then steroids and painkillers, lastly he'd have to give up the Camels he loved so much. He had a new clean lifestyle, forced on...

Six months ago.Black ropes and a white canvas.You certainly gain an interesting perspective in the wrestling business when you’re sitting in the back of a Traverse City, Michigan gymnasium. James Boyd was in Traverse City because he was scouting talent, because there really was no other reason why he would be shifting in a hard black steel...

White paint on the black top.INTRODUCING BROOKLYN“I don’t really give a shit about food.”Words of dripping apathy out of the mouth of a mohawked skater punk, as he walked his large pit bull, and talked to a black and pink pig-tailed woman, and his other pit bull walking, cap-wearing friend. The three of them dressed in mostly blacks and dark...