Squared Circles of Hell by J. Rocky Colavito

Wrestling fans, it’s time to settle in and strap up, because you’re about to experience a card for the ages! A main event top to bottom, but you’ll never see these matches advertised by any local or national wrestling promotion. No, these matches come courtesy of the devil his own self, because he’s the only booker with the mind to concoct the parade of carnage that you will see as the card unfolds.

Forget cage matches, hard core matches, even the unsanctioned lights-out contests that promise, but fall short of delivering, the grotesqueries that you’ll see here. For on this card, a no-rules match jerks the curtain, and the stakes, and extremities, get higher and higher.

You’ll see the horrors of a fallen star who doesn’t know it, the terror of not being able to differentiate between the ring and real life, the sickness that drives wrestlers to whatever shortcut they can find, and what those shortcuts do to those that take them, and the rigid desire to maintain a legendary status in the face of impossible odds. This one’s not on any national feeds; it’s a pay-per-view straight from the depths of hell, where the ring is rimmed with red-hot barbed wire, littered with shards of the competitors’ bones, and surrounded by demons who want more carnage of the most exotic sort.

Just be careful if the action comes your way; you might find yourself part of it.