All the men are presumably of legal age, but half of them are slim, rather haggard-looking working-class youth, pale, not so much heroin chic as asthma-ward chic. You won't see wholesome frolic in the bright golden sunlight at UCW. Things start out innocently enough, I suppose, but soon enough you detect an air of menace. It's dark. Dark-ish. Not quite David Hurles and Old Reliable dark. Let's just say it may not be what you want on your screen when Mom or your supervisor come knocking on your door. There is a certain ... unmistakable ... fas-ci-na-tion. Its thrills are right on the fringe.
Joey Cantrell (in blue) is the new meat, so new UCW's website has not yet (as of this writing) posted his stats or a picture on its roster page. So far he's had run-ins with Aron (in yellow), another rookie, and, more recently, Axel (in silver), ex-champ, in numbers 181 and 183, respectively. He gets the usual brutal welcome, but he looks like he will probably fit in. All I've seen so far are the promos (from which I've taken these electrifying caps), and while, in his recent debut and its followup, young Joey trends more towards the tail end of these matches' give-and-take, he shows a real talent for giving. Badass tattoos and a hungry look suggest our new friend is not afraid to play rough. And I'd say he's come to the right playground.