A Link to Badass of the Week: Alexander Karelin
“Everywhere he went, the Experiment left a trail of bodies crumpled in his wake. Then, just to fuck with everyones’ heads, after dismantling people in a sport that essentially amounts to hand-to-hand combat, Alexander would go back to his wife and kids in a private helicopter (which, by the way, was constantly staffed with a team of two massage therapists who would rub him down whenever he wanted) , write poetry, read Solzhenitsyn, and spend his weekends attending opera and ballet shows.”
