Special Delivery: Mike Mauls a Muscle Hunk; or, The Postman Always Submits (at least) Twice
It began innocently enough. Mike arrived unannounced and headed to the ring for a workout. His silence spoke volumes, especially when he rifled through wardrobe, discarding pair after pair of brightly colored trunks and boots for "don't fuck with me" black. Still, even though it was a rare off day and we had a mere skeleton crew of workers on hand, we broke out the camer…See the action now!