Missouri Wrestling Revival

By SUZANNE P. COLE
Special to The Star

The ring is well-lit, the crowd reeling to see its favorite high-flying missiles. And the ropes? The ropes are ready. It will be only minutes before the first 250 pounds of accelerating flesh is tossed effortlessly into them.

Lights! Pomp! Announcer circumstance! Fast-forward to the good stuff, 8 minutes in.
The wrestler who goes by the name Mark Sterling is down already, tangled in his own limbs and moaning, supine, at the center of the ring. Let him be. Let that man writhe. He deserves it. Heel.

For the rest click here