I stumbled onto something.
Or maybe I went looking for it.
Hard to say now.
For the past few months, I’ve been working on a photo project. I’m calling it No Mat Club — or just NMC.
Not sure if it’s a real club. Or a myth. Or both.
Not sure if I’m documenting something that exists, or adding fuel to a story someone else started. Fandom? Fan art? Fiction? Doesn't matter anymore.
It takes place somewhere. I won’t say where.
It’s not a gym. Not a venue. Not a ring you’d recognize.
No lights. No crowd. Just a space — raw, off-the-map — where people show up and wrestle like it’s the only thing that still makes sense.
Scarred bodies. Weird faces. Heavy breath and gravel underfoot.
Jobbers getting wrecked. Heels barely pretending.
No mats. No rules. No gear. Just instinct, noise, and aftermath.
I started shooting it.
Badly. With whatever I had on me. Too close. Too late. Too shaky.
But that’s where it feels real.
It’s just the beginning.
Sometimes I post in bursts. Sometimes it’s silent for weeks.
But if you’re into messy fights, broken heroes, crooked villains, and places that might not even exist… you might want to follow along.
Come take a look. Ask questions if you want (though I probably won’t have answers).
herovsvillain (1 )
6/07/2025 2:44 PMThanks for posting, I love the street fight vibe and would like to beat the shit outta this character
GrizzledWolf (4 )
6/06/2025 4:36 PMHey there!
I stumbled onto something.
Or maybe I went looking for it.
Hard to say now.
For the past few months, I’ve been working on a photo project. I’m calling it No Mat Club — or just NMC.
Not sure if it’s a real club. Or a myth. Or both.
Not sure if I’m documenting something that exists, or adding fuel to a story someone else started. Fandom? Fan art? Fiction? Doesn't matter anymore.
It takes place somewhere. I won’t say where.
It’s not a gym. Not a venue. Not a ring you’d recognize.
No lights. No crowd. Just a space — raw, off-the-map — where people show up and wrestle like it’s the only thing that still makes sense.
Scarred bodies. Weird faces. Heavy breath and gravel underfoot.
Jobbers getting wrecked. Heels barely pretending.
No mats. No rules. No gear. Just instinct, noise, and aftermath.
I started shooting it.
Badly. With whatever I had on me. Too close. Too late. Too shaky.
But that’s where it feels real.
If this sounds like your kind of chaos, I’ve started posting glimpses here:
https://www.tumblr.com/nomatclub
https://www.instagram.com/nomatclub
It’s just the beginning.
Sometimes I post in bursts. Sometimes it’s silent for weeks.
But if you’re into messy fights, broken heroes, crooked villains, and places that might not even exist… you might want to follow along.
Come take a look. Ask questions if you want (though I probably won’t have answers).
See you out there — wherever there is. Please log in to view gallery photos.