Once again, Mr. Tattoo is the bad guy, flailing a folding chair and trash-talking an opponent in some East Texas Elks Lodge. Sure, it's fake, but try telling that to your bones after a 600-pound, dreadlocked monstrosity named the Rasta Savage falls on you. And you can take a chair over the noggin from guys like Big John Murder and the Necro Butcher only so long before you start thinking... More >>>
Harris (foreground) and Hidalgo hope the Lone Star
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