About Me
I was born and bred in Brandon, FL. I grew up tough brotha not like all these punk kids runnin' around these days. I played football in high school and gained quite the rep for beating up local kids. At age 15 I looked like a full grown man, and I could drink, fight and handle the ladies like one too ...believe that brotha. My Dad was my best friend man, on the weekends we used to kill aligators and beat up hookers for laughs ...hell we still do it to this day.I came up tough in the buisness not like all these punk kida breakin' in these days. I trained in Tampa with Hiro Matsuda with some punk kid named Terry Bollea. Everyday man, I'm tellin' ya, I'd beat the hell out of Terry, and everyday he'd run home crying, sayin' he'd neva came back. After I finished up my wrasslin' schoolin', I headed to the Mid-South Territory where I threw a few beatin's on Ernie Ladd. I spent some time in the Mid-Atlantic Territory, where me and Snuka used to beat the hell out of Greg Valentine and Baron Von Rasche. When I say we beat the hell out em', I mean we beat em to a pulp, not like these punk kids do these days with thier tables and crap.
I went back to the Mid-South man, and let me tell you what, I had the time of my life. I started handin' out beatin's to Dutch Mantell, Leroy Brown, Jake Roberts and Dick Murdoch. Those were real wrasslers man, not like these punk kids today, they could wrassle, fight, drink, party ...those were the days brotha. I went to Georgia after that and started handin' out beatin's to Buzz Sawyer and Larry Zybszko. Zybszko was such a golf-playin sissy boy, man ...I beat him up so many times, he finally got tired of gettin' his ass taken to the wood shed and gave Tim Brooks $25,000 to take me out, but hell, I beat him to pulp too.Then I went to the Big Time Brotha', I got the call from Vince and headed to New York, and who do I see? None oha than that punk kid Terry Bollea. Only now, he's balder and uglier than I remember and now he calls himself Hulk Hogan, and even worse he's got the Belt. So hell, I started hangin' out with Piper and preceeded to have the run of my life brotha'. Man, we were sellin' out every arena', drinkin all night, partyin' with strippas, liftin' weights in the mornin's, takin' naps, eatin' Reubens ...man, it was great. Back in those days we didn't have chartered flights and 3-day work weeks like these punk kids. We was on the road 8 days a week man, makin' money and stealin the spotlight. The highlight came in 85' brotha when me and Rowdy wrassled Hogan and Mr. T in the main event of the first Wrestlemania, we sold out the joint and paved the way for all these punk kids breakin' in now.
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