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You're tough...maybe tough enough to join the Fratelli gang.

Everybody's got a price for the Million Dollar Man. You don't tug on Superman's cape, you don't spit against the wind, and you don't write checks that your body can't cash!

Alright tough guy, you know the drill! This here shirt features the mythical Hacksaw in all his patriotic 90's glory. Enjoy.

Take Time to Tie Up Your Tiffs Through Talk. If Not, Toss That Truculent Turd to the Turnbuckle. Because T really is for Turnbuckle after all.

Years before he went on an ill-advised beat-em-up mission to rescue his girlfriend (cmon, you know her dad was handling the situation, bro) Cody just wanted to chill with his favorite Mad Gear gang plush buddy. I mean, celebrate it, right?

Born with a beautiful brown mustache, a hankering for smashing scum and cleaning the streets and a destiny to become both a professional wrestler and mayor of Metro City, little Mike Haggar was really just interested in eating as a little guy.

I grew up on pro wrestling and Rat Fink, what can I say?

I grew up on pro wrestling and Ed Roth, what can I say?

Look, if you don’t Teen Wolf, you know nothing of van surfing and that’s ok. Let’s fix that though, ok?

Monday's usually come waaaAAAAaaay too early. We all feel it-even if you're the perfect robot, built for protecting the world from the threat of robotic world domination. You drink coffe or tea, Mega Man gets his fix from a good ol' fashioned can of E. That's E for energy, kids. Don't get all crazy now. Mega Man says, "No." to drugs.

It’s the Blue Bomber!

Is he the greatest Maverick Hunter the world has ever seen!?

Inspired by the t-shirt graphics of 1960's hot rod and surf culture, this dude is in the zone, shredding the waves in full beast mode. Do it, bro!

Rep the greatest love story ever told, every day.

Que lastima, your carotid arteries are cut off by a crippling crunch and soon you'll just be quiet. Q, for you, is for Quitter.

Business up front, party in the rear. Find yourself in need of some sporty attire that celebrates the best and most epic of hair-don'ts? Look no further, friends. Look no further.

We’ll take the bumps so you don’t have to! J is for Jobber

Hard-nosed, headstrong and often hated, he hesitates at nothing-he’ll even hit a haymaker with a hammer… H is for Heel Part of my series, The ABC's of Pro Wrestling, these illustrations are an homage to the crazy entertainment sport that is professional wrestling. They are informed visually by mid century underground 60's comics, hot rod illustration art and vintage t-shirt graphics. They are informed ideologically, by the ten-year-old wrestling junkie that lives in the basement of my mind.

Glory and the gold goes to the guy or gal that gets em’ overhead this easily…G is for Gorilla Press Part of my series, The ABC's of Pro Wrestling, these illustrations are an homage to the crazy entertainment sport that is professional wrestling. They are informed visually by mid century underground 60's comics, hot rod illustration art and vintage t-shirt graphics. They are informed ideologically, by the ten-year-old wrestling junkie that lives in the basement of my mind.

Damien’s Dinner Time, Death Drop Technique, whatever you call it- it’s devastatingly dangerous. D is for DDT! Part of my series, The ABC's of Pro Wrestling, these illustrations are an homage to the crazy entertainment sport that is professional wrestling. They are informed visually by mid century underground 60's comics, hot rod illustration art and vintage t-shirt graphics. They are informed ideologically, by the ten-year-old wrestling junkie that lives in the basement of my mind.

Physically fantastic, yet fundamentally flawed, these fan favorite’s fire usually fizzles out far before the feel finished…F is for Face. Part of my series, The ABC's of Pro Wrestling, these illustrations are an homage to the crazy entertainment sport that is professional wrestling. They are informed visually by mid century underground 60's comics, hot rod illustration art and vintage t-shirt graphics. They are informed ideologically, by the ten-year-old wrestling junkie that lives in the basement of my mind.

Crushing the rib cage, cranking the neck and back, causing continual and considerable chaos…C is for the Camel Clutch hold. Part of my series, The ABC's of Pro Wrestling, these illustrations are an homage to the crazy entertainment sport that is professional wrestling. They are informed visually by mid century underground 60's comics, hot rod illustration art and vintage t-shirt graphics. They are informed ideologically, by the ten-year-old wrestling junkie that lives in the basement of my mind.

BOOM! Babyface gets a beating and it’s just because B is for Bodyslam! Part of my series, The ABC's of Pro Wrestling, these illustrations are an homage to the crazy entertainment sport that is professional wrestling. They are informed visually by mid century underground 60's comics, hot rod illustration art and vintage t-shirt graphics. They are informed ideologically, by the ten-year-old wrestling junkie that lives in the basement of my mind.

Part of my series, The ABC's of Pro Wrestling, these illustrations are an homage to the crazy entertainment sport that is professional wrestling. They are informed visually by mid century underground 60's comics, hot rod illustration art and vintage t-shirt graphics. They are informed ideologically, by the ten-year-old wrestling junkie that lives in the basement of my mind.

Part of my Inktober series, this was based off of 1John 4:18- Perfect loves casts out fear. Kicking the fear of death out of your life, he's gotta schlep it down the road.

It’s an injury that’s gonna be incurred instantly with a side of whiplash…I is for Irish Whip Part of my series, The ABC's of Pro Wrestling, these illustrations are an homage to the crazy entertainment sport that is professional wrestling. They are informed visually by mid century underground 60's comics, hot rod illustration art and vintage t-shirt graphics. They are informed ideologically, by the ten-year-old wrestling junkie that lives in the basement of my mind.

Maybe you’re the kind of person that appreciates finding barf on the carpet, six inches from the kitchen tile. Perhaps your idea of a good time is waking from a dead sleep to the sound of your curtains, rod and all, crashing to the floor. I imagine then, that you’re going to want to share that.

You were a child of an awesome era. You used the word rad with no irony. It's not your fault that your children were born now so don't let them rep you without repping how cool you are. Shirts used to be cool.

So you're skating through your jungle and you spot a sweet vine to vine transition...what do you do? Yup, you hand plant that vine...uh, vine plant that hand? You plant some vines and water them? This has devolved pretty quickly... None of that make any sense to you? It will to your kids! Grab this shirt for them and they'll be on fleek. In the event that they use the term, "On fleek" though, you should immediately evaluate the aptitude of their English teachers.