Kurt Angle

In honor of Hell In A Cell last Sunday, I've decided to compile my 10 favorite moments from this PPV in WWE history. The brutal structure lives up to it's name every year as nobody walks out the same. First here are some honorable mentions. Honorable Mentions Triple H breaks a sledgehammer over Mr. McMahon’s head Ryback Shell-Shocks CM Punk on top of the Cell Triple H Pedigrees Chris Jericho on top of the Cell The Undertaker vs Triple H with HBK as referee Big Boss Man gets

Sometime in your life you will face turning points, but how would that change you? Will you think about different things you want, staying positive when things go bad, and what growing up means, like all these characters? Brian from Hatchet, Moon Shadow from Dragonwings, and Rachel from Eleven all faced turning point experiences that changed their life and what they thought. This made them understand certain things in life. No matter what you characters went through is what you might face one time

The Undertaker is without a doubt the single most iconic figure in the history of professional wrestling. A mixture of talent, time, and sheer dedication to craft and character has pushed him beyond the ranks of Hulk Hogan and The Rock, and he will surely be remembered as the greatest of all time whenever he decides to hang up his boots. Mark Calaway, the man behind the Undertaker character, is an old school guy and has broken character only on rare occasions over the years. While that’s great news

The blood pooled around and decorated the pavement. My left leg pinned in the kneeling position, as my right leg laid twisted and mangled. I yelled once, and then regained my composure. The sounds of the woman that hit me echoed through the country landscape that surrounded us, and I gazed off into the field in front of me. I remember thinking “This is how I die”. With seconds feeling like minutes, I quickly decided, “My story is not over”. I immediately fell into meditation, practicing deep breath

I quickly stick the key in the lock turning, my hands are shaking with adrenaline as I quickly yank out the glittering gold medallion. I set the key back on his chest and practically ran out my heart still racing. “Here,” I say throwing the medallion at their feet. Morrison smiled and walked up to me getting uncomfortably close to my face. “I can’t entirely blame you, Damien, he is a pretty one,” he grabs onto my hair yanking it. Damien bursts forward hitting a hard blow directly to his temple, he

The scene demands darker lighting and many angles. The area needs to be as three-dimensional as the characters who inhabit it. As is, we have three-dimensional characters in a one-dimensional space. There is no depth to their world. The components and meanings of the image become muddled together in a dull manner. And this analysis doesn't even address the concept of what the backstage world is. How does it fit into the rest of the show? How & why are audiences capable of seeing it? What role does

I quickly threw my arms into the air. My hands faced outwards showing I was empty handed and disarmed. Bullets whisked by my fingers and palms, but I held them high and steady. A few torturous seconds ticked by before the richoque of bullets ceased. I counted ten seconds before I moved forward leaving the wall I used for shelter. "STOP! Please... stop!" My voice shook, I wanted to cry. Right in front of me was a young boy, he mustn't have been much older than 6. Blood spilt from his nose and

I wanted to make a book cover that shows how Travis changed his life, so I created two Earth's. The first Earth represents the things that he did wrong and the second Earth represents him changing everything that he had done wrong. The colors that I chose for the first Earth are dark red, dark purple and black. Dark red represents anger because he was upset with his father for not believing in anything that he did. The second color is dark purple and it represents the sad feelings that he had during

I grabbed my balls, groaning in misery as I rolled around on the wet concrete. I could tell they were both in my hand, even though it felt like I was choking on them. “You still think you’re better’n us, super?” yelled the thug who had crushed my nuts with the toe of his size twelves. The scathing disgust as he called me ‘super’ was so thick, I could have cut it with a knife, if I hadn’t been curled into the fetal position. “You’re a useless fuck! Pathetic ass goblin! You live on a fat government

The men holding me force me to my knees at the end of the line of boys, by slamming an elbow into my lower back. I collapse, crying out in pain. I glance down the line of boys and most have faces of fear and horror. I realize I’m not afraid. I’m worried about what going to happen, but I’m not scared. I need to get out of here. However, as I gaze around, there’s no escape from here. There are too many men. I’ll never get away without getting shot. The sounds of heels clicking against the concert