RASSLIN' is once again reamed up the arse by haters. Evil manager Eddie Slick has been plying his man, King Crusher, with steroids and naughtier substances for years. But the latest lot of experimental happy pills turns Crusher into a full-on monster. This is the set-up ish and there's a ton of badly written expository dialogue, sub-plots that I cared not a whit about and truly mediocre art by Joe Brozowski and Rodin Rodriguez, who I suspect were hanging round some trash bins outside the DC building when writer Gerry Conway walked past them and said, "Hey, fellas. I'll buy you a ham sandwich if you bang out a coupla comics for me real quick."