On one end of the wrestling spectrum is the spectacle of your typical WWE match, with Armageddon choreographed like a hair metal video. Then there’s the ER-filling backyard jump-off-the-garage crap that the neighbor kids are always pulling. Somewhere in the middle stands independent semipro wrestling. Wrasslin’, you might call it, if you’re also inclined to believe it’s all real. Which, in a sense, this stuff is. It takes a damn fine showman to capture a crowd when all the lights stay on the whole time, the sound system doesn’t exactly shake the paint off the walls, and anyone in the joint can make eye contact and tell you how much you... More >>>