At highschool gymnasiums up the seaboard, they met in heated combat. Even at several television studios. You should have seem them, if you would know them without their masks, helping to assemble the ring in some rented room.
The secret of delivering a convincing punch? Really do it. Put some force on it. It saved Mil Lesions the cost of a wisdom tooth procedure on one side of his jaw. The Atomic Sex Offender always threw punches with his good, articulate side, onto the opposite side of Mil Lesions face. Sure he was losing his teeth, but it built the match into a fervor and everyone liked the Powerslam From Hell at the end of the match, ready for the pay-off as it were.
The Atomic Sex Offender always got funny looks from security, and people were sneaking into the dressing room to see if they could get a look at his true-life face. It was real unfair to him, because the sex offender thing was just a bad gimmick as far as anyone knew.
Up approaching the Northeast, the Atomic Sex Offender drove his rental car off the road, down an embankment and into water. As he was under the influence of alcohol, egress was not easy, and he drowned, only to be found the next day after being missed at the motel. Local news told all about it and showed his real DMV photo, as if to embarass his family, but the story did not go far. The dirt sheets picked it up and spread the word, which many of the fans eventually heard. Hated that they got his DMV photo, because he wasn't really a sex offender, again it was just a bad gimmick; he had a family and everything, such as it was.
But man, he could throw a punch, could that Atomic Sex Offender.