Killer Kross: ^hot^

Kross was the fixer you called when you needed a problem to vanish without a ripple. He didn’t use guns; guns were loud, messy, emotional. Kross used geometry. A pressure point here. A misstep on a rainy stairwell there. His signature wasn't a bullet hole; it was the absence of evidence.

Karrion Kross, the Harbinger of Doom, has always lived in the shadows of sports entertainment, but the "Killer" moniker isn’t hyperbole. It is a résumé. From the blood-soaked indies to the bright lights of the main event, Kross brings a psychological warfare that few can survive. He doesn't want to pin you. He wants to break your will. killer kross

The pendulum swings for the weak and the brave Killer Kross is the other side of the grave Which direction would you like to refine—wrestling, fiction, or poetry? Kross was the fixer you called when you