Chuck always ends up waxing poetic around his trainees.   About how professional wrestling is a dance—a violent choreography of chokeholds and suplexes, timed to the tune of their bookers' ...  [+]

Randall stood before his bathroom mirror – gazing at the enormous, glistening dome that was his head. Creams, lotions, infused oils, battery-powered skull caps; he had deployed them all in his ...  [+]