The announcer yells Fight!, and the cage door thumps, and it’s Rickster on the other side of the pit. “Hey, Rick,” I say, “thanks for letting me borrow the mower.” But Rick is all Rickster in the pit. He is wearing his luchador getup: jungle-cat pelt slung over his shoulder, spandex pants, pink-and-yellow wrestling mask. He’s holding a pair of mallet-sized hobby horses with unicorn horns. He looks good. You can tell he lifts, doesn’t skimp on the crunches.
Cover Page Footnote
"Finish Him!" was originally published at Booth.
Booth: Vol. 8
, Article 1.
Available at: https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/booth/vol8/iss3/1