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Some­times after I lift weights, my shoul­ders broad­est, my chest thick­est, my step a lit­tle slow­er, I pic­ture myself as Kane. The Big Red Machine. The Demon. The Undertaker’s lit­tle broth­er. The broth­er he left for dead in a child­hood fire. The … Con­tin­ue read­ing →