Riyadh doesn’t sleep. It simmers. The kind of heat that melts gold and tempers steel. Under its blistering lights and the ever-watchful eyes of a million fans, two women stood like opposing myths in the middle of a very real ring. On one side, Jade Cargill — a walking statue carved out of American granite, … Read More “Jade Rules the Sand: A New Queen Rises in Riyadh” »
He came out of Montreal, teeth first. Joseph Maurice Régis Vachon, a boy baptized in sweat and noise on September 14, 1929. Second of thirteen kids. That’s right, thirteen. Noisy house, full of elbows, fists, and screams. His father was a cop named Ferdinand, built like a brick shithouse. His mother, Marguerite, probably the only … Read More “No Halo, No Mercy: The Wild, Ugly Glory of Mad Dog Vachon” »
Stephanie Vaquer carrying the scars and glory of her battles as she asserts herself in the ring. Hard Knocks in CMLL I was nursing a whiskey and a split lip the first time I saw Stephanie Vaquer fight. She hit the poor girl across from her so hard I felt it in my barstool. Grit, … Read More “Stephanie Vaquer : Busting the Dollhouse” »
