Heat: The Space Age of Pro Wrestling

A friend commented on how bloody the match had gotten a few weeks ago, and I told him that he hadn’t seen anything yet. This page nearly grosses ME out, and I’m the one who drew it. If I ever draw some sort of death match in this comic, I think it’s going to end up looking like the wrestling equivalent of a Rob Zombie movie starring Abdullah the Butcher.

Also, I really need to start drawing this year’s Christmas special. It may or may not involve the Krampus.

Next Week: The Cup.