She didn’t come from stardust or some wrestling dynasty. She came from Georgia. Dirt roads, humid nights, and the kind of silence that makes you want to scream just to hear something break. Anna Marie Jernigan, but that name didn’t last long. You can’t wear a name like that into the ring—it’s too soft around … Read More “Anna Jay – The Girl Who Would Choke The World” »
Nick Bockwinkel came out of St. Louis, Missouri, 1934, the son of a professional wrestler with cauliflower ears and too many stories. The kid didn’t stand still long—six high schools, bounced around like a pinball, never quite settling in. His old man didn’t want him in the ring right away. “Play football,” he said, like … Read More “Nick Bockwinkel – Brains over Blood” »
I use to work in a hospital. Emergency room registration—name, insurance, next of kin. People bleeding, moaning, cursing the world while I sat at a desk, punching keys. There were regulars in the department, the lifers who knew the drill, but sometimes they’d pull in someone from another pavilion, vacation relief/sick relief, whatever. That’s how … Read More “The Slow Rot Syndrome” »
One of those games where the score doesn’t reflect the actual level of ass-whipping that went on. The New York Giants put on a commanding performance, dismantling the Houston Oilers 37-21 in a game that showcased quarterback Phil Simms’ aerial assault and a well-rounded team effort. Simms Shines, Giants Air it Out Phil Simms was … Read More “’86 NY Giants 37 ’78 Houston Oilers 21” »
There was a storm in that ring, and Megan Bayne was the eye of it. A wrecking ball in gold and muscle, tossing bodies like she was clearing wreckage. If you blinked, you missed Penelope Ford getting launched onto their opponents like a human torpedo. And Thunder Rosa? She took the first beating of the … Read More “A Riot in the Ring: Megan Bayne & Penelope Ford Make Their Mark” »
The older you get, the more you figure out age is a scam. A joke. Some of my old classmates are already crushed, folded in half by debt, rent, divorces, bad jobs, and worse women. A few of them are dead, and not in any poetic sense — just dropped like old dogs nobody wanted … Read More “A Study of Life After 50 : Pablo Picasso” »
It started the way these things always do—microphones and bullshit. Liv Morgan standing there, all fire and glitter, talking louder than her body could cash. She had Raquel beside her, a human wall, the muscle to back up the mouth. And Michael Cole, that poor bastard, caught in the middle like some worn-out bartender who’s … Read More “Liv Morgan & Raquel Rodriguez Promo Cut Short :)” »
There are moments in life where you realize the circus ain’t dead, it just learned how to stream in high definition. That was Friday night on SmackDown, when the Rock—yes, that Rock—strolled back into the ring like a man returning to the bar he used to own, only to find the joint full of kids … Read More “The Rock Returns to Smackdown” »
The bell rang, and there they were. Mina Shirakawa, who walked in carrying the weight of the world — or at least the weight of the last twelve months — on her back, and Johnnie Robbie, who dragged behind her a busted neck and a year of what-could-have-beens. Wrestling fans love a comeback story almost … Read More “Mina Shirakawa vs Johnnie Robbie” »
Cora Jade showed up in TNA with a chip on her shoulder the size of a cinder block. Fresh off the NXT assembly line, she strolled into the place like she was here to foreclose on the building. First thing she did was run into Xia Brookside—some blonde with history and opinions—and brushed her off … Read More “Cora Jade Walks Into TNA Like She Owns the Place – And Maybe She Does” »
