Author: A. S. Williamson

Words: Joanne Starer Art and Colors: Elena Gogou Letters: Rob Steen Publisher: Ahoy Wrestling is in the middle of a quiet cultural renaissance. Sure, we’re not exactly…

Pro wrestling and crime are more closely related than one might think. After all, the whole thing more or less got started as nothing more than a pretty elaborate con, and the rap sheets of some of the men and women who have been involved in the sport tell their own tale. Honestly, it’s a little surprising that more writers haven’t mined this particular vein, especially since it’s full of larger-than-life characters routinely putting their health on the line for the promise of what’s generally a pretty small payday.

The new run of Savage Avengers by David Pepose (Scout’s Honor, The O.Z.) and Carlos Magno (Avengers Forever, Kang the Conqueror) at least feels like it’s going to be more of a team book than a team-up book. It certainly still centers on Conan, at least for now, but our first issue brings in a truly interesting team.

Wrestling is one of those forms of entertainment that I broadly claim as one of my ‘things’. You know, one of those special interests that are maybe so all-consuming that they reach deep down into your wallet and consume your free time? That.

A continuation of a great story where you can figure out what’s going on if you start here, but you really should go back and start from the beginning.

For people familiar with World of Darkness this is a nostalgia inducing trip back to the 1990s. For those who aren’t get ready to be thrown into the pool and pray you know how to swim. If you’re cool with that though then jump on in.

Scouting has always been a little weird to me. Even as a kid, I wondered what exactly all of this preparedness was going to be for. As a child of the suburbs, I wasn’t entirely convinced I would ever need to know how to tie a thousand types of knots or navigate through the woods with only my knowledge of woodcraft. Besides, all the made up words and loyalty rules seemed a little, you know, cult-y to me even at the time.