Inside a suffocatingly muggy gym in an industrial park in south Houston, Brennan Williams galloped across a wrestling ring, his dreadlocks flailing behind him. The frayed blue canvas thundered under him.
He rolled forward, a tattooed-colossus-turned-gymnast for an instant. Mid-roll, he teetered to one side, tipping over like a tree trunk brought down by a series of blows with an ax.
It didn't hurt. It was a slow, gradual fall. It's just not how the move is supposed to look.
Williams carries an offensive lineman's frame, but he is plenty agile for his size....
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