Author: Jack Sinn

Avi looked around for a seat, settling for the one at the flimsy desk that every cheap motel room came equipped with. Clearing his throat, he began with, “First, I’m really sorry about what I did-” But Mitch held his hand up. “No. Start explaining.” Avi’s shoulders slumped in resignation. “Alright. So I didn’t tell…

“Mitch-” Avi started, but when Mitch heard his name, all of the sorrow and anger descended upon him again with the force of a typhoon. “You’re a fucking asshole,” he spat with a mouth full of venom. “You have a girlfriend, Avi.” “I don’t, actually,” Avi responded matter-of-factly, and that information caught Mitch off guard….

Turning the shower temperature at its max setting, Mitch stood under the scalding water and zoned out. He pressed his head against the tile wall and felt nothing other than numbness that made his limbs heavy to support. Eventually, he crouched on the floor of the tub and waited for the water to run cold,…

Mitch took hold of Avi’s hands and locked up, but was caught off guard by being instantly overpowered and driven back into the ropes. “Keep up,” Avi taunted, already the arrogance of his wrestling persona shining through. With a shake of his head, Mitch dispelled all of the doubt that overcame him. They locked up…

After Die My Darling, Mitch practically lived at the school. Unfortunately the decorations were taken down; the sight of them could have been used to fuel his anger and determination, but alas. A lot of his routine alternated between hitting the punching bag and getting in as much cardio endurance training as possible. Nate had…

“Absolute madness” was the only way to describe the week leading up to Valentine’s Day. Mitch hadn’t expected to be in a position where he’d headline not one, but two events, and so close to his birthday nevertheless. The Saturday before was the burlesque show, Die My Darling. Every square inch of the showroom had…

Somehow, he let Calvin talk him into meeting up one last time. Naturally, he hadn’t meant to, but Calvin’s silver tongue could rival the serpent in Eden. The fatal error was made when Mitch decided to call Calvin instead of sending a text about how he’d finally gotten approved for health insurance via MassHealth. He…

As if things weren’t busy enough, a new project dropped into Mitch’s lap. During a recent title defense, Gianna fractured her ankle during a routine hurricanrana to her opponent. Her frustration was two-fold, for not only did it mean that the titles could potentially be vacated, but she’d been working her ass off to get…

At the next set of tapings, Mitch ignored Nate’s entire existence. Though his heart felt like it may implode at any moment, the task itself was surprisingly easy. Nate made several attempts to get his attention, until Jodie ran interference and dragged him into her office. When he re-emerged, his head was low, and if…

The radio gig went well; a first for Mitch after such a long string of bad luck. Though it’d been years since he sat in a DJ booth, most of the equipment remained the same. Ingrid gave him a quick primer on what he wasn’t familiar with, and he caught on fast. “Oh shit, we…