[In the lowest levels of Arcadia, a hooded man walked. His cloak concealed any bit of identifying features. All that could be seen was the single hand that gripped a shepherd’s hook.] “When Old School Wrestling opened it’s doors, it … Read More
Enemy Within…
Can you ever truly trust the people within your house? You hear about it all the time, the kid who commits patricide. The husband who ends his wife or the wife who poisons her husband… When you look at … Read More
False Offerings
They call it Lambs to the Slaughter. Not as warning. But as branding. Twenty competitors, each one told they’ve earned a place. That this match is a test of grit, of legacy. Of greatness. But it isn’t really a test. … Read More
Still Dancing
“I found an old tape of my mom while I was rummaging through my old apartment.” “I remember playing it a lot when days were hard and the odds felt insurmountable. Just hearing her voice would give me the strength … Read More
Still Alive…
I’m a setting sun but I’ll never run, I’m a dead man walking… Yeah, I’m a dead man walking. Look at me, I’ve been a dead man for decades now. Some would say I’ve passed my expiration date. Everyone wants … Read More
