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Hamlet Prepares
Greetings, one and all. Here is my latest short film. It tells the story of a community theatre actor who lands the role of a lifetime. Enjoy and let me know what you think in the comments: https:...
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SUNSET ON TITAN RIDGE
The twin suns of Titan Ridge burned low and copper-red, staining the methane plains in bruised light. Wind dragged static across the rusted skele...
Read moreI'm Writing A Book!
I'm writing a book! The Work Of Wrestling: A Book About Art is a combination of my best work over the past decade with entirely new writing on the ...
Read moreVertical Cut
The building had no name, just floors stacked like bad decisions. Rain turned the concrete into glass. Kade was already moving when the first knif...
Read moreINDIANA JONES AND THE BLOOD SUN CROWN
The rain came down hard and hot, turning the Guatemalan jungle into a steaming graveyard of mud and insects. Indiana Jones hated jungles. He hated...
Read moreAuthor J.J. McGee On Next Week's Work Of Wrestling Podcast
If you've been a member of the pro-wrestling community over the past decade you've likely come across the work of J.J. McGee aka MithGifs. J.J. app...
Read moreIRON TIGER, NEON BLOOD
The city breathed steam and neon, exhaling heat through manhole covers like a wounded animal. Rain slicked the streets until every light doubled i...
Read moreThat time I was on Stone Cold's podcast...
When I started my podcast, The Work Of Wrestling, in 2015 one of my goals was to be on Stone Cold Steve Austin's podcast. A couple years later it a...
Read more007 : THE DEAD DON’T CLOCK OUT
The first thing Bond felt was cold. Not the romantic kind, no poetic rain, no moonlit reflection. This was institutional cold, the kind poured i...
Read moreWolverine: Rust and Ruin
The night smelled like iron and wet ash. Logan stood in the alley behind a burned-out tenement, rain dripping off his jacket, pooling around his bo...
Read moreWhiskey Suns and Asphalt Dreams
I was an unlicensed weather system when the sun crawled over Las Vegas like a jaundiced tick, and the air tasted like burned coins and motel chlor...
Read moreThe Echo Room
Evelyn arrived at the research facility long after midnight, her breath crystallizing in the air. The place was a concrete labyrinth — no windows, ...
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