World Wrestling Champ

A menacing mountain of a man, well, he used to be, bursting biceps, boulder shoulders, just terrifying to see, brutally barreling through each frightened, fleeing foe, many still fear him so, although that was long, long ago; Now his empty eyes cast, 'neath bony brows of his frayed face, a ghostly gaze at his veins with I.V. needles in place, his shrunken, skeletal frame sinks stolid in the stretcher, his skin, the tinge and touch of the back of peeled wallpaper; Here he waits and whiles away the weeks till the end arrives, behind this nursing home's closed doors hide closing and closed lives!