Excerpts from my novel-in-progress, The Cutman

Man is meat. One of the dozen broken wrestlers who told Dom their way to bump and run the ropes in low-ceilinged gyms across the Carolina low country had said so. Dom didn’t remember who. As a kid in a business that eats its young, Dom was a magnet for shit advice. It all blended together, except that one line. Man is meat.
— Chapter One
The Queen City Skyport opened with fanfare and circus elephants wearing cardboard airplane wings. The event was jolly and wholesome until one member of the herd bounded free and trounced through a patch of curing concrete near the outskirts of the complex. The elephant, chased by its handlers, hoofing it at full speed with a thirty-five foot wingspan strapped across its back, became a minor sensation when a photo of the pursuit appeared on the front page of the Charlotte Observer the next day. The photo became a Pulitzer finalist, but lost to a snap of a fifteen-year-old boy holding another teen hostage during a standoff with the Boston police.
— Chapter Six
‘This business is like a desert,’ Clout told Bonnie the day of her contract signing for a managerial position at Mid-Coast Championship Wrestling. ‘You’d think only madmen would try their luck with it.’

Clout licked the point of his pen and handed it to Bonnie. She twirled it between her fingers, turned the contract’s pages, and scored her name like a figure skater on fresh ice.

Clout watched her flourish and smiled. ‘And you know what? You’d be right. We’ve all got something reckless inside us. When you bake under those lights long enough, when you’ve shivered yourself to sleep in all those cheap motels, instinct takes over. You realize you have to move, and you have to keep moving. The moment you become comfortable with where you are, that’s when this business will eat you. It sweeps you up in a dust storm and buries you alive. If you’re smart, you don’t tie yourself down. You discover pockets of life, tiny oases that have withstood the droughts and provide just enough to keep you going. And you keep going, because you know that one day, maybe years from now, the rain will come. When it does, and you’re one of the few that had the strength to survive, the desert will bloom. All that dry sand will explode in color, and you will be there, a honeybee in paradise, ready to drink your fill.’
— Chapter Six
Kane & The Undertaker vs. The Wyatt Family - Survivor Series 2015 - Atlanta, GA

Kane & The Undertaker vs. The Wyatt Family - Survivor Series 2015 - Atlanta, GA