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April is a month when memorable events take place all over the sports landscape. It is a time for the NHL and NBA playoffs to start, the MLB season to begin and the NFL draft to take place. Not only those notable events but of course college basketball’s March Madness also reaches it’s zenith in April, and we are treated to the WWE’s Wrestlemania as well as ACW’s Legends. Now the start of Legion’s first season can be added...

I had turned the corner onto 13th street at 5th avenue in Park Slope, Brooklyn, and came across five people milling about outside Lucky 13 Saloon, smoking cigarettes.At least, I assume they’re cigarettes. The people who smoke the other stuff usually walk up a few feet into the darkness. Not much, Tim, I said, meeting someone here tonight for business.Tim let the cigarette hang from his lips as he stepped toward me and gave me...

Whoever said Spain was a clean and beautiful country was full of shit. Walking down these streets every night after a show reminds you of being back home. So much trash that you feel like you’re walking down an alley in New York City and so many homeless people that you feel like you’re in D.C. It’s hard on the soul knowing that these are the people you’re fighting for, yet when you can’t even get things right in your own country,...

Two years since the TEAM Invitational 64-man tournament, Randalls stood on the outskirts of Sheffield, Texas, at what some would call a ranch. Needing supplies for the week he had decided to drive along Route 349 south to the lone filling station near town. As he drove into the station, it was midday. The sun hung above the old rusted and dusted building, as if to shine a spotlight on an age forgotten, once the highways were...

Mehrdad is my cousin, my mother's sister's boy. I used to hang out with him a lot when he lived in Miami. Smoked weed my first time with him. I fucked his girlfriend when we were all 16, but he doesn't know that. If he had come from my father's side, he would know the importance of King Ahriman Ashtaad, the Farsi Firebrand, the Terror from the Near East, one of the greatest Persian wrestlers of all time and my father. He...

In 2005 the world was in his hands, he could do no wrong. In 2006, he ascended higher, at the very cusp of superstardom, before crashing through the ground. In 2007, he was the subject of "what if?" questions being asked, rampant speculation about his next moves. In 2008, people wondered what happened to, and he was spoken of as though he wasn't the best in the world for at least a week. In 2009, people moved...

“Come in, already.” crackled a voice over the intercom. Russel David craned his neck, looking to see just where it was, and gave a bewildered and amused smirk. His was a strange life, as any in professional wrestling ended up being. And this week, it had only gotten stranger. David stood up from his seat, opened the door to this left and walked into the room. He had been sitting in that chair, as if he was back in detention...

“And this…is one of our fine junior penthouses.” Kenneth Bostom, he of the slicked-back hair and ostentatious suits, stretched his hand out to illuminate the skyline unfolding before him. It was easy to do his job, to sell real estate in New York. Every other day, some nouveau riche European was coming in and signing for one of his penthouses. Where the weakening of the American dollar had hurt some, it had only lined Kenneth...

Call me Ahab. The city at mid-afternoon looks like it will just crumble at any moment. Bring it on. Being in other countries such as Canada, England, and Spain makes you realize just how disgusting this cesspool of a continent appears. The same is true for all who inhabit it. Little ants, running around their concrete pathways, using technological toys that either made them feel like they matter or completely shut out the...

“We’ll be down in Spain for a week but you’ve got Vince’s number if you need to get in contact with us about anything.” Victoria Jacobs cooed these words, almost as-if she was a mother as well as a fried. Monet simply smiled and nodded curtly. “Get going already, you’ll miss your fight. You still have to pick-up the kids.” Monet added, and watched Victoria walk out the front door of the Jacob’s estate. Monet walked a...