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SWIMMING WITH

PIRANHAS
SURVIVING THE POLITICS OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING

HOWARD T. BRODY
FOREWORD BY JAMES CORNETTE

SWIMMING WITH

PIRANHAS

SWIMMING WITH

PIRANHAS
SURVIVING THE POLITICS
OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING

HOWARD T. BRODY

ECW PRESS

Copyright Howard T. Brody, 2009


Published by ecw press
2120 Queen Street East, Suite 200, Toronto, Ontario, Canada m4e 1e2
416.694.3348 / [email protected]
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form by any process electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise
without the prior written permission of the copyright owners and ecw press.
The Times They Are A-Changin copyright 1963;
renewed 1991 Special Rider Music. All rights resserved.
International copyright secured. Reprinted by permission.
library and archives canada cataloguing in publication
Brody, Howard, 1960Swimming with piranhas : surviving the politics of professional
wrestling / Howard T. Brody.
isbn 978-1-55022-867-0
1. Brody, Howard, 1960-. 2. National Wrestling AllianceBiography.
3. Wrestling. 4. Wrestling promotersUnited StatesBiography. I. Title.
gv1196.b77a3 2009

796.812092

Editor: Michael Holmes


Cover design: David Gee
Typesetting: Mary Bowness
Printing: Thomson-Shore 1 2 3

c2008-907566-8

printed and bound in the united states

Contents
Acknowledgments ix
Foreword xi
Introduction xiii
1. WHERE HAVE YOU WRESTLED? 1
2. POLITICAL SCIENCE 101 12
3. THERES NO SUBSTITUTE FOR EXPERIENCE 30
4. CHANGING TIMES 62
5. EUREKA! 79
6. WOW! NO, WWOW! 100
7. FLIGHT OF THE BUMBLEBEE 126
8. RUNNING ON EMPTY 148

9. RIDING THE ROLLER COASTER 167


10. 1994 196
11. THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE DOWNRIGHT SCARY 222
12. JOURNEY OF A RING WARRIOR 246
13. KING OF THE CARNIES 278
14. HAIL TO THE CHIEF 301
15. LIFE AFTER THE NWA 372
16. AGAINST ALL ODDS 399
17. FINAL THOUGHTS 409

It is often said we learn something new every day. With that I am dedicating this
book to all the teachers who have been a part of my life, whether they were my
educators, mentors, friends, lovers or family members. The life lessons you provided cannot be found in any textbook. Your examples cannot be shown in any
addendum. Your return on investment cannot be measured by any bank account
balance. To those of you who contributed to who I am, whether you are still
physically with us or only participate in spirit, thank you for guiding me through
this existence that is called life. And as I continue on my journey forward, may
you always remind me not only what the difference is between right and left, but
what the difference is between right and wrong.

Acknowledgments
I wish to thank the following people for their help and contributions in making
Swimming with Piranhas all that I envisioned it to be. While some allowed me the
opportunity to pursue my vision, most provided a special insight and perspective
to what I was writing the missing pieces that enabled me to fill in many of the
gaps identified during my roller-coaster journey in the industry we call professional wrestling. They are:
Bob Adelfson; Bob and Pam Allyn; Rick Bassman; Howard Baum; Bill Behrens;
Larry Brannon (a.k.a. Vito DeNucci), Dr. Michael Brannon (a.k.a. Dr. Red
Roberts), Donald Bucci (a.k.a. Donnie B); Craig Cohen; Marc Coralluzzo;
Sal Corrente; Dan Druckman; Lenny Duge; Rob Feinstein; Kathy Fitzpatrick;
David Gee; Callie Gladman of the Bob Dylan Music Company; Sheldon
Goldberg; Sandy Gordon; Tod Gordon; David Heath; Jerry Jarrett; Mike
Johnson of pwinsider.com; Paul Jones; Wade Keller of the Pro Wrestling Torch;
Judy Kojima and family; Dr. Mike Lano; Phyllis Lee; Rick Lindsey; Howard
Lipkint; David Marquez; Alex Marvez; Dave Meltzer of the Wrestling Observer;
John Molinaro; Gino Moore; Dr. Lino Morris; George Napolitano; Ron Niemi;
Rick Otazu; Bill Otten; Betty Owen; David E. Porto; Greg Price; Bob Roop; Jim
Ross; Fred Rubenstein; Rob Russen; Kim and Wylie Sacks (a.k.a. Penelope
Paradise and Steve Collins); Bruno Sammartino; Mario Savoldi; Rick Sawick;
Shelly Schermer; Max Seki; Robin Smith (a.k.a. Rockin Robin); Dianne
Southern; Bob Syers; Chris Tipton (a.k.a. Chris Nelson); Bob Trobich; James
Walsh of WrestlingEpicenter.com; Jason Westmoreland; the late, great Gary
Williams (a.k.a. Playboy Gary Hart); and Marty Yesberg. Very special thanks go
to my editor, Michael Holmes of ECW Press, for putting up with me over a twoyear period, and to my good friend Jimmy Cornette, for taking the time to read the
630-page unedited version of this book and for penning its foreword.

bill otten

Foreword

Perseverance? Persistence? Pugnacity? Or plumb nuts?


These are all words that can be used to describe, if not indict, Howard T. Brodys
indomitable spirit throughout his long and often frustrating journey in professional
wrestling. In the 15 years I have known him, he has shown the same enthusiasm,
sometimes bordering on glee, for every deal he has pitched me or participated in
with me, whether it be a six-figure overseas tv deal or an nwa event in Voorhees,
New Jersey. Howard genuinely loves being involved in the business of wrestling.
Now that Ive read his very candid (and incredibly detailed) autobiography, if Id
known how many mishaps hed had for each success, Id have thought he was even
crazier than the rest of us for wanting to be a part of this wacky industry.
Howard has dealt with most of the movers and shakers in the world of wrestling,
from Vince McMahon to Antonio Inoki to Dennis Coralluzzo. He has flown around
the globe several times over, syndicating wrestling television or promoting foreign

tours. He even appeared on Raw in his alter-ego of NWA President Howard


Brody of Tampa, Florida. Sometimes, as you will see from this book, he remembered to bring his clothes.
But for all his achievements, Howard isnt afraid to tell you about the misfires,
and at some points you truly understand the old wrestlers allusions to the business
as a drug, or mistress, if it made someone put up with this level of frustration.
Howard is probably the only promoter in history to lose a deal because of the fall
of communism!
I have always loved the performing or creative sides of wrestling and mostly
loathed the business side. Howard Brody has not only concentrated on the business side for 25 years, but carved out his own niche in it. He has persevered through
many crises to establish himself in several facets of our sport promoter, syndicator, talent agent and done it with a smile (mostly). No matter what he says
now, he will always have an eye open for a good deal in the wrestling business.
Once youve been nwa president, the disease is incurable!
I loved this book and cant wait to read Howards cousin Todds book too!
Jim Cornette

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Introduction

Professional wrestling is my mistress. For more than 25 years Ive been chasing
after her like some out of reach dream. Every so often I catch her, and we have
an affair. It usually lasts just a short period of time, and then I swear her off forever but in the back of my mind, I wait patiently for my opportunity to be
with her again.
But Im not the only one whos been enticed by her.
To those of us who have been involved with her, she is an intoxicating lady with
an inexplicable quality that makes us addicted to her. Unfortunately, the fix can
sometimes be fatal. I suppose she is to us as a mermaid is to an old sea dog; she
beckons us from afar, and if we get too close without the right frame of mind, it
can cost us dearly.
I only call her a lady because as the late, great Hiro Matsuda once told me, if
you treat her right, she will give you everything you could ever want. Mistreat her,
and she will make your life miserable.

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So what is it about this crazy business that we find attractive? Why are we drawn
to an industry filled with carnivores individuals who would backstab their own
mothers for a dollar and sometimes not even that much? Why do we risk our reallife relationships with the ones we love in order to be a player in an industry
predicated on a fantasy? What the heck is it about pro wrestling that, despite all the
warnings, all the horror stories, all the ugliness, hypnotizes us into staying and
trying to succeed when others have failed?
To paraphrase an old proverb, the answer lies within.
By now youre probably asking yourself, What makes you, Howard Brody, such
an expert on pro wrestling? Well, thats a great question.
Although Ive never wrestled a match in my life, Im proud to say Ive been
involved with almost every aspect of the business. I started as a fan, crossed the line
as a wrestling magazine writer and photographer and then crossed the line again as
a promoter. Ive produced wrestling television and radio shows, traveled the world
thanks to the business and have been involved with some of the most colorful and
influential people in wrestling history.
Little did I know that when I attended my first card at Madison Square Garden
at age 13 to see Pedro Morales wrestle Larry The Axe Henning, I would appear
on World Wrestling Federation (wwf) television 25 years later before millions of
people.
Little did I know that when I attended my first National Wrestling Alliance card
at age 15, I would one day be president of the nwa and help save it from fading into
oblivion.
Little did I know that when I wrote my first article for the WWF Magazine in
1985, I would help pen Dusty: Reflections of an American Dream, Dusty Rhodess
biography, 20 years later and then be tasked to write this book.
And little did I know that I would one day cross the line from wrestling
observer to active participant and count Matsuda, Rhodes, Jim Cornette and the
greatest announcer in wrestling history, the late Gordon Solie, among my close,
personal friends.
Little did I know . . .
The phrase speaks volumes because, despite arguments to the contrary, not
everyone in the wrestling business knows it all. Paul Heyman doesnt know it all.
Eric Bischoff doesnt know it all. As much as I love him, Dusty doesnt know it
all. Hell, even Vincent Kennedy McMahon himself doesnt know it all.
As for me . . . certainly not!
What I do know, however, and what I have learned from the wrestling business

INTRODUCTION

and the people in it, I will share with you, giving you a unique look into this
industry from a perspective much different than anything that has been written
before.
To put everyones mind at ease, this is not meant to be my autobiography
who, aside from my family, would want to read that? However, it will read like one
because the vast majority of this book will include my life experiences, as these are
the encounters and events that have shaped me into the person I am and have
brought me to this point in time. It is these life events and the lessons I learned
along the way that have enabled me to tell this story the way it needs to be told,
mapping out an atlas that describes how to safely navigate the dark waters of pro
wrestling politics. Simply put, Im hoping others will learn from my mistakes
and there are plenty of them in order to avoid the dangers that silently lurk,
waiting for their victims.
I dont know who coined the phrase swimming with sharks as it pertains to
lawyers, but lawyers have got nothing on those who inhabit the piranha-infested
waters of pro wrestling. All it takes is one small cut and someone in the industry
will eat you alive. If youre lucky enough to survive the first assault, theres always
another waiting in the darkness to take a bigger bite out of your ass. Lucky for me,
Ive got a big ass. But those of us with big asses sometimes just make bigger targets.
So, secure your goggles, take a deep breath and when we hit the water, stay close
behind. Because just when the water seems to be the calmest chomp!
Follow me . . .

ONE

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YOU WRESTLED?

With Johnny Ace (left) and Dory Funk Jr. (right) at an Alachua County
Fair show in Gainesville

It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.


E.E. Cummings ()

Sometime in late 1982 I dont remember the exact month or date I met the
Dean of pro wrestling announcers, Gordon Solie, for the first time. It wasnt
exactly a stellar meeting. At the time I was attending the University of Florida in
Gainesville, and to me, like many fans of the old Championship Wrestling from
Florida territory, Solie was wrestling.
I drove to the old Tampa Sportatorium at 106 North Albany Avenue seeking a

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public relations job with the Florida office. I do remember that it was on a
Wednesday morning because thats when they filmed for tv. After being escorted
inside and invited to watch from behind the scenes, I waited for nearly three hours
after filming was done before Gordon was able to see me. The meeting lasted only
a few minutes, and after reviewing my then skeletal rsum, Gordons advice was
to stay in school then look him up when I graduated.
Not exactly what I wanted to hear. But I took his suggestion and reluctantly
drove back to Gainesville.
It was an interesting day, to say the least. Perhaps the most interesting part,
however, was when I first arrived at the office. At 10 a.m. I was met in the lobby
by none other than former NWA World Heavyweight Champion Dory Funk Jr.
He was the booker back then.
Can I help you? he asked.
Im here for a job, I said as I handed him my rsum.
He scanned the eight-and-a-half by eleven sheet of paper and then darted his
eyes back toward me. Where have you wrestled? he asked, perplexed at not seeing
any wrestling credentials anywhere on the paper.
Didnt he know? Why back in the summer of 77 I had made my pro debut at
the tender age of 17 . . . well, sort of.
Hold everything! Didnt you say in the introduction, I never wrestled a match
in my life?
Thats true. But in pro wrestling people lie all the time. People pretend to be
something or someone they are not. For decades those in the industry lived and died
by the code of kayfabe, something that has since been broken into a million pieces.
Simply put, kayfabe is the act of acting. When a wrestler broke kayfabe, he was
no longer pretending to be the character that he was in the wrestling world and was
just being himself. Back in the day, the unwritten rule was that in order to prevent
the business from being exposed for what it was, people in the industry never broke
kayfabe when they were around people who werent in it.
So was I a wrestler or wasnt I?
For as far back as I can remember, pro wrestling was a part of my life. Growing
up in Brooklyn, New York, I remember watching guys like Karl Gotch, Rene
Goulet, Gorilla Monsoon, Haystacks Calhoun and Crusher Verdu on our old
black-and-white Zenith television. You had to get the rabbit ears just right to get
channel 47 out of Newark, New Jersey. Many times my older brother Brian and I
watched the show through a screen full of snow. It used to drive my dad out of his
mind, and he used to ask, How can you watch this phony crap? Needless to say,
he was not a fan.

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In public school some of the kids who knew I was a wrestling fanatic called me
Chief after my then favorite wrestler, Chief Jay Strongbow. I dont know if they
really called me Chief because he was my favorite wrestler or because I had a nose
as big as his. It didnt matter because I learned early on something that was important growing up in Brooklyn: if you had a reputation for being a tough kid and the
perception was you could kick some serious ass, the real bad kids left you alone.
That lesson would be essential to me later in life, too, because in the wrestling business, in order to help you navigate those piranha-infested waters, you have to be
able to manage your reputation and the perception of who you are. Thinking back,
I cant help but smile: I remember actually doing the Chief s war dance once during
a real fight.
As a kid the perception of me was I just loved to fight. Look at me cross eyed,
and the odds were Id see you at three oclock in the school yard. I wasnt a bully, just
a scared kid protecting himself. I always knew how to pick my fights though. I really
never liked confrontations, especially with the older kids who could easily put a hurt
on me. But I did what I had to do to keep from getting the snot beat out of me on
a regular basis. Maybe it was because I was usually the biggest kid in my class and an
easy target. Maybe it was because I was a little crazy at the time. Maybe it was both.
The fact of the matter was . . . I was trying to be something I wasnt.
At one point or another every tough kid in my grade tested me except one,
and thats because I dont think either of us wanted the reputation of being second
fiddle to the other. We werent friends, but we were friendly. He was the best athlete in school, and years later Louie Kerscher and I would play high school football
together. The truth of the matter was, however, he could have kicked my ass . . .
easily. As a fourth- or fifth-grader, getting the reputation as the kid you didnt want
to mess with was a good thing because, as I said, it kept the real bad kids away.
The bad-boy reputation stayed with me, and during my first day of class at
Cunningham Junior High I had to prove myself all over again. Those who knew
me from ps 255 knew to stay away from me. However, there was now a whole slew
of new kids to convince. I started seventh grade off on the wrong foot, beating up
not one but two black kids. The incident made me instant friends with all the
Italian hoodlums in the school, but it also prompted the first of many meetings
between my parents and the school guidance counselors. While the fight was great
for my rep among my peers, although I was hardly the toughest kid in school, it
made those who really mattered, my teachers and the school administrators, perceive me negatively. Some thought I was on drugs. Some thought I had no respect
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It was during this time that I started making monthly treks with my brother
Brian to Madison Square Garden to see my new wrestling hero, Bruno
Sammartino. We were there in December 1973 to see him beat Stan The Man
Stasiak for the World Wide Wrestling Federation (wwwf) championship the
noise from the crowd was deafening and saw him defend the title against the
likes of Nikolai Volkoff, Waldo Von Erich, Killer Kowalski, Don Leo Jonathan and
perhaps my two favorite heels of all time, Spiros Arion and The Golden Greek
John Tolos.
It was also during this time that I noticed the world champion never wrestled
on television. His reputation for being the best meant that he didnt need to wrestle
on tv; all he had to do was talk the talk. He was so good, if you really wanted to
see him walk the walk, you had to buy a ticket to see him in the arena. Little did
I realize back then it was a brilliant marketing ploy to sell more tickets. To me he
was protecting his status, just like I was protecting mine. I got the notion that I
could keep the rep by getting the other person to back down by talking a better
game than him. It worked nearly every time.
That brawl in seventh grade and my rep as being a good fighter kept the tough
guys away for the better part of two years, until one of the toughest kids in the
school rattled my cage over something really stupid. It was during ninth grade, my
last year of junior high and the year the kids started calling me Eagle Beak
because of my big nose. I always considered myself pretty even tempered, and I got
used to the name calling. But on this particular December afternoon in 74 I lost
it. A classmate by the name of Orval Deputy drew a picture of a giant nose on the
class blackboard and said it was my mother. It set me off. While it was pretty commonplace to see how bad one could denigrate another kids mother, that little
comment prompted me to pick up one of those old metal and wood school chairs
and rifle it toward him. I just missed the teacher.
It should be noted that in March 76 Deputy would be one of the 12 finalists in
New Yorks Golden Gloves with a record of three knockouts, two decisions and one
bye. His 135-pound sub-novice opponents included Luis Resto, who later would
become a popular New York City club fighter but was banned from boxing for life
when he cheated during a Madison Square Garden match (his trainer removed the
padding from his gloves in a fight against Billy Collins); Howard Davis Jr., the 76
U.S. Olympic gold medalist whose teammates included the Spinks brothers and
Sugar Ray Leonard; and David (Davey) Moore, who would go on to become the
World Boxing Association junior middleweight champion, fighting the likes of
Roberto Duran and Wilfredo Benitez. Can you say six degrees of separation?
Before we could actually exchange punches, both Deputys friends and mine

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The nearly undefeated Cunningham boys softball team (me in the back row, far right) in the spring of 75

kept us separated long enough for the teacher to run down the hall and bring back
one of the school guidance counselors. Its a good thing, too, because if he and I
would have gotten it on, that could have very well been the end of this book. The
teacher went and got Mr. Scotto, and that was the end of the fight. It was never
one of those Ill see you after school deals because I didnt want to fight him and
I dont think he wanted to fight the crazy white kid. In the aftermath, he never
called me Eagle Beak again, and I stayed as far away from him as I possibly could.
Anthony (Tony) Scotto was the one teacher in school nobody ever wanted to
mess with, not even the other teachers. Just his name itself says, Dont screw with
me! While his primary job was being the schools gym teacher, he also taught science. Later that school year he became a legitimate friend when I tried out for the
school softball team. As a kid I was a big baseball fan with dreams of playing for
the Yankees or Mets. After tryouts, instead of getting the starting catching job as I
had hoped, I ended up as the teams statistician. I wasnt exactly basking in the thrill
of victory, but it wasnt the agony of defeat either. Perhaps other kids would have
been embarrassed to accept such a role, but I had to accept that I just wasnt as good

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a player as I thought I was . . . And I loved baseball so much I didnt mind doing
it because it gave me an opportunity to see a different part of the game I loved
not exactly baseball, but close enough. By letting me help set the batting lineups
and defensive positioning, Scotto taught me how to think of something like baseball in a way I never had before. I also think Scotto recognized it as a way for me
to be more social with the mainstream kids. I wasnt just this tough guy who could
fight; I was the kid who helped the coach lead the team to a 171 season by tracking
where every pitch was placed and where every ball was batted. I stayed in touch
with Scotto well into the 90s.
For most kids, the chair throwing incident would have prompted instant suspension, but lucky for me the vice principal, Mr. Rosenthal, intervened and gave
me two weeks detention instead. Cliff Rosenthal and his wife, Fran, were friends
with my oldest brother and sister and their respective spouses. In all likelihood that
was my first brush with politics. It certainly wasnt my last. From an early age I
learned it was all about who you know.
And who I knew would end up getting me the best seats I ever had for a pro
wrestling show, too.
In the summer of 75, my mother and I went to San Diego to visit my sister
Phyllis and my brother-in-law Jack, as my sister had given birth to her second child.
Because of all the fanfare I got to meet a lot of Jacks family, including his stepbrother Gary, who turned out to be a huge wrestling fan. Gary was a bit older than
me, but back then wrestling fans of different ages could actually carry on a conversation without having a puzzled look on their face when mentioning a wrestlers
name. He was a regular of the local matches at the San Diego Sports Arena, and he
asked me if I wanted to go to the next show. Back then, the territories ran the large
markets weekly, and San Diego was one of their top cities. It was during the waning
days of the old Hollywood Wrestling Office out of Los Angeles, which was owned
by Mike LeBell. I had seen many of the local wrestlers on tv back in New York, so
I pretty much knew who everyone was. This would be my first non-wwwf event
and the first time I would attend a show that had the letters nwa associated with it.
While the details of that night more than 30 years ago are sketchy, a few things
still stick out in my mind. Not only was it the first time I ever sat in the front row
of a wrestling show, it was the first time I ever saw fans get involved in the action.
Some of the wrestlers on the card to the best of my recollection included Cocoa
Samoa, Hurricane Frank Hester, Louis Tillet and a tag team that drew unbelievable heat provoking anger and gut reactions from the crowd the Hollywood
Blonds, Jerry Brown and Buddy Roberts, managed by Sir Oliver Humperdink.
I dont remember why the Blonds were at ringside early in the show, but there

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were no guardrails around the


ring, and an unlucky fan who was
making his way back from the
concession stand somehow ended
up in Browns face. The two
began brawling, and the fan literally had the shirt ripped off his
back. It was torn to shreds and
looked as if it had been clawed
by a lion or tiger. Amazingly
enough, the fan was not ejected
from the building, and at intermission he went ringside, held up
his shirt and asked if anybody
would like to buy it. The main
event was a steel cage match with
the Blonds. I dont remember
who their opponents were, but
after an empty liquor bottle flew
into the ring and hit the referee in
the head, Gary quickly led me
out of the building before it got
The four Brody brothers (from left to right, Arnold, me,
Brian and Martin) in October 1983
any uglier. We got out of there
just before a riot started, during
which the fans actually climbed the cage and tried to rip it down.
Thats all it took. Wrestling was now permanently injected into my bloodstream
and, unbeknownst to me, there would be no antibiotic or inoculation to ward off
the long-term effect. It laid dormant in my system, festering.
By the time I got to James Madison High School, I had shed the tough guy
image and was trying to be an athlete by playing football. Unfortunately, unlike my
older brothers, I was just too damn slow and clumsy to make first team. Being the
youngest of six children, I was pretty much the runt of the four Brody boys.
Although I left home every morning to go to school, I hardly attended. In hindsight, I was heading down a path that, if continued, probably would have seen me
enter a world of drugs and who knows what else. After the first game of the season,
I broke my wrist. I was hoping to make it into the final game and although I suited
up for the first time in six weeks, I did not see one second of play as the Madison
jv squad suffered its only loss of the year.

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Then, shortly after football season was over, an incident took place that changed
my life forever.
It was mid-November 1975, sometime before Thanksgiving, and I went to visit
my brother Arnie and sister-in-law Judy. I was out in the backyard playing ball with
the family dog when Cindy, a German shepherd mutt, crawled through a hole in
the fence and ran into the woods. I took off after her. By the time I made it around
the tall wooden fence, I wasnt sure what direction she had gone in, so I started
calling out, and pretty soon I was all turned around. It started to rain hard. But it
wasnt one of those summer thunderstorms . . . It was a bone-chilling winter rain
almost like sleet. I continued my search for about an hour. I lost my bearings, but
I managed to find my way back. When I returned to the house, I found that Cindy
had already returned safely. I, on the other hand, started to feel a chill right through
me and decided to get into bed early, not even hungry enough to eat dinner.
I ended up in bed for close to six weeks with double pneumonia, shedding
nearly 60 pounds from my then five-foot-six-inch frame. I was down to 150
pounds, having gone days at a time without eating because I was unable to hold
anything down. I was so out of it, I even missed Super Bowl X, when the
Pittsburgh Steelers topped the Dallas Cowboys 2117.
At the end of January, my oldest sister, Terri, who was 21 years my senior, and her
husband, Lester, came to New York to attend a bar mitzvah for a family friend. Just
after Thanksgiving they had moved to South Florida, where my brother-in-law had
established a sales office for the company he worked for. Arnie and my dad worked
for the same company too. The plan was for the whole family to eventually move to
South Florida, as the company was winding down New York operations.
With me being on the slow road to recovery and the New York winter still in
full force, Terri and Lester asked me if Id be interested in moving to Florida with
them to recuperate. Since I had almost a years worth of truancy under my belt and
had no desire to finish school in New York, I took them up on the offer, and within
two weeks I was heading for the Sunshine State. As it got closer to the time for me
to move, I got cold feet, but my parents assured me it would only be for a couple
of months, as they were planning to head down in the spring. As it turned out, they
wouldnt make the move to Florida until the fall of 77, nearly 18 months later.
For a 15-year-old, the transition from Brooklyn, New York, to Hollywood,
Florida, was not an easy one. I found myself a frequent outsider at Hollywood Hills
High School. Aside from the fact that most of the girls were drop-dead gorgeous
with year-round tans and wore a lot of short skirts, there wasnt much else I liked
about my new school. Some of the kids called me Sweat as in Sweathog, just
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Brooklyn. I had very few friends, if any, and I mostly kept to myself.
Although I was tempted to once again don the tough guy image, I really never
had to as Hills was, unlike Madison, mostly comprised of upper middle class white
students with very little diversity. The school had some rednecks and white trash
too, but they pretty much stayed out of my world. Instead I tried out for the baseball and football teams, but I was declared ineligible to play because I wasnt living
with my parents and, technically, my sister and brother-in-law werent my legal
guardians. So I simply blended in with the rest of the average white-bread students,
and I stayed below the radar until the day I graduated.
But two things happened to me during that time, both of which would have a
huge impact on my life and my involvement in professional wrestling. The first is
I discovered I had a talent for writing, and the second is I began to follow the local
wrestling scene.
Saturday mornings belonged to the gravelly voice of the one and only Gordon
Solie as he introduced me to a whole crop of wrestlers I had only read about in magazines. The Funks, the Briscos, Harley Race, Bugsy McGraw, Killer Karl Kox and
Dusty Rhodes were just a few of the big names around Florida at the time. Within
driving distance of my sisters house were the Miami Beach Convention Center, the
Fort Lauderdale War Memorial Auditorium and the Hollywood Sportatorium, all of
which were regular stops for Championship Wrestling from Florida.
Something else happened to me during that time. For whatever reason . . .
whatever prompted me . . . whatever incensed me . . . I did something that even
today I am not very proud to admit. I once again slipped into fantasy mode and
pretended to be something I was not.
In a letter I wrote to my best friend at the time, Patrick Romano, who was back
in Brooklyn, I concocted a story that I had trained to become a professional
wrestler. Why did I do it? Who knows. Thinking back, remembering what the catalyst was for me at 16 or 17 to spin such a crazy yarn, I come up empty. Nevertheless, it happened and without realizing it, I took a path that many wrestlers
follow. As I said earlier, the whole wrestling industry is predicated on a fantasy . . .
an elaborate lie to fool the masses.
After I sent the letter off, I began to feel guilty, so I decided I would tell Pat the
truth when I visited New York for the summer. After all, by then he probably
would have forgotten about my little white lie, and wed have a good laugh over it.
Boy was I wrong.
When the summer of 77 rolled around and I went back to Brooklyn, there were
two things my old friends were talking about: the Son of Sam and how I had
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much screwed because if I told him the truth now, it would not only make me a
liar but would make him look like a fool for having told everyone. So for the
summer of 77 I lived the lie of being a professional wrestler.
Most of the time it wasnt as bad as it could have been because my friends and
I didnt talk about it very much. Whenever the subject came up I would quickly
change it. It was only when we would bump into others we knew that the lie would
be perpetuated. The only one who caught on to me was Pats dad, who always
asked me when and where my next match would be. Pat always came to my aid
and cut him off, reminding his dad I was on vacation.
But then it happened. I got called on the carpet one day by a crazy bastard by
the name of David Sultan. I knew David from Cunningham and Madison. At
Cunningham he was the softball teams first baseman and the second best player
on the team. At Madison we played football together. He was first-string guard and
the teams kicker. He was one of the first people I knew who cut his hair into a
Mohawk strictly for intimidation purposes. He was about four inches taller than
me and had me by about 30 pounds. He wasnt exactly the type of person I would
pick a fight with. David was around the neighborhood and had heard about my
new profession. He thought I was full of crap and came looking for me to prove
his point.
Pat, his brother Carl and I were heading back to their house after a game of softball when we came face-to-face with David in front of the ps 206 school yard. I
dont remember what the exact words were, but David wanted to test me right then
and there. Carl said something to the effect that I should just kick his ass and shut
him up, while Pat said he would hold my bat and glove. I tried talking my way out
of it, but David would have none of that. This is not something I wanted to do
because, straight up, I was afraid of him and knew he could and would beat the
hell out of me. My lie was about to be exposed in grand fashion. Reluctantly I gave
my bat and glove to Pat, and the second I did, David made his first move toward
me, trying to catch me off guard. I dont know how I did it or where it came from,
but in a split second I somehow sidestepped David and tossed him to the concrete,
wrapping him up in a small package. It happened so fast he didnt know what hit
him . . . and neither did I! I didnt let him go until I heard him say, Let me up.
Pat and Carl were laughing, and when he got up, David was red with embarrassment. Then I remember Carl getting into his face and saying, See, I told you . . .
you dont mess with a wrestler! I was still scared and thought for sure David would
come right back and kick my tail all over creation. Instead he was respectful and
simply let me off the hook. He immediately took interest in my profession.
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pretty much the last we saw or heard of David that summer, as the exaggerated
story of how I had twisted him into a pretzel quickly made its way around the
neighborhood. For the most part, that was also the last time the subject of wrestling
was broached. Nobody ever asked me about it again, and I didnt offer anything to
perpetuate the lie. I let the flickering flame slowly burn out until there was not even
a trace of smoke left.
I learned a valuable lesson that summer about never trying to present yourself
as something you are not. Little did I know, however, that that lesson would not
only prepare me for life, it would prepare me for pro wrestling. In this industry,
many of the wrestlers begin to believe their own public relations and transform
themselves into their alter egos living their gimmicks rather than being the
people they really are.
Its a sad statement, but what I should have learned at age 17, many people twice
and three times that age still havent and never will get. Six years later I made a similar mistake that nearly cost me my marriage.
So when Dory Funk Jr. asked, Where have you wrestled? I thought back to
that time a few years earlier when I lied to my friends in Brooklyn, and I remembered how bad it made me feel. My answer was easy: Nowhere, I responded. Im
not a wrestler.
Later on that day, right before that meeting with Gordon, I saw Dory again.
This time, however, he was leaving the Sportatorium with David Von Erich, and
he asked, You sure you dont want to wrestle?
Im sure.
While I pretended to be something I wasnt for much of my childhood right up
to the time I was 17, I fortunately never took that path with people in the wrestling
business. Ive known many who have, and theyre either no longer in it or dead. And
so my friends, that is the best answer to the question Where have you wrestled?
Be honest about who you are and what youve done or not done, and youll not
only navigate the piranha-infested waters of pro wrestling, but youll navigate life
just fine. Pretend to be something youre not, and I guarantee that bite will sting
you for years to come, long after the teeth marks have faded.

Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody


else.
Judy Garland ()

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PWIs iconic front man, Bill Apter

In politics, nothing is contemptible.


Benjamin Disraeli ()

One thing you will have already noticed in this book is that each chapter starts and
ends with a quote. Why? The first is my attempt to set the tone with foreshadowing. The closing words are an effort to wrap things up. I began using this
technique in 1998, when I was president of the National Wrestling Alliance (nwa)
and wrote a column called Notes from the President for their website. I wanted
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wrestling is an extension of what happens in the world every day. I want to illustrate that the diversity and complexity of these worlds of fact and fiction often
parallel each other. What is experienced by those of us in the wrestling business can
invoke emotions in the reader and allow them to draw their own conclusions,
giving them a better insight into why some of the people in the industry are drawn
to it like the proverbial moth to a flame.
When Benjamin Disraeli, a well-known British conservative statesman and literary and social figure wrote that nothing in politics is contemptible because he
believed it was routine in politics, the phrase professional wrestling was not even a
part of the English language. But if Disraeli had experienced the wrestling business,
theres no doubt in my mind he would have applied his quote to that industry
without hesitation because contemptibility in pro wrestling is as commonplace as
a side headlock.
While politics occur in everyday life, they run rampant in pro wrestling
always have and always will. From the booker who hires his friends and gives them
a push to the guy wholl never be booked again for being touted as a troublemaker
or locker room cancer for saying whats on his mind, politics, sad to say, are a fact
of pro wrestling life.
I have seen it at work firsthand, from both sides of the bargaining table. But just
like in the real world, these political alliances are not limited to in-ring performers
or bookers. Believe it or not, they are just as prevalent within the fringe businesses
of pro wrestling, such as publishing.
It would be easy to explain how I got the nod over Alex Marvez, an established
pro wrestling and National Football League journalist, to help pen Dusty Rhodess
book for Sports Publishing, llc, in 2005, but my journey to that accomplishment
actually started some 25 years earlier, while I was still attending the University of
Florida.
In early 1982, as part of my studies at the College of Journalism and Communications, where I majored in magazine editing and minored in creative writing for
film and television, one of the courses that I took was Modern Public Relations.
What was interesting about this class was that you had to choose an established
company and create a new corporate image for it. While some of my classmates
chose giants of corporate America like General Motors, Motorola and AT&T, I
decided to take on a real challenge with the entire industry of professional
wrestling, which at the time needed a fresh, new face.
That class would inspire what I thought were many innovative ideas I had for
pro wrestling at the time, some of which have since come to pass and some that
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but I will say that, to my knowledge, there was nothing like them at the time
although somewhere someone else was having similar flashes of brilliance. The only
difference between us was that that other person was born into the wrestling
industry, had the money to run a business and knew how to turn those ideas into
reality something that would eventually culminate in a thing called WrestleMania. As for me, I didnt have a clue.
Included in my blueprint for changing the image of pro wrestling were tournaments to create single, unified world champions in the heavyweight, tag team and
junior divisions instead of separate champions for the World Wide Wrestling
Federation, American Wrestling Association (awa) and National Wrestling
Alliance; the creation of a merchandise line that included baseball caps, T-shirts
and pennants like they sold at baseball and football games; the creation of a television network called the Wrestling Channel that would broadcast matches from all
the different territories around the U.S. in addition to shows that aired in Canada,
Puerto Rico, Mexico, South America, Europe and Japan (I got the idea from Ted
Turners SuperStation, which had started just five years earlier and had recently
launched something called cnn); the use of 976 and 900 telephone numbers,
which was a fairly new technology at the time, to disseminate controlled news and
information (I was a frequent caller to New York Citys Sports Phone much to my
fathers dismay after receiving the bill each month); and the industrys first all-color
slick magazine that looked more like Sports Illustrated or Time than Pro Wrestling
Illustrated (PWI). The only thing that even came close to my magazine concept
except it was mostly black and white was the newest and slickest wrestling magazine of its time, the now defunct Wrestlings Main Event, published out of New
York by Pumpkin Press (now known as Chelo Publishing).
Remember that when I came up with these concepts I was a 21-year-old knowit-all who actually knew very little about the world and even less about pro
wrestlings inner circles and secret battles. I thought the industry was just one big,
happy family. In any event, it was these ideas that had prompted my trip to Tampa
to meet Gordon Solie for a job in the business.
Although I was disappointed that the meeting with Gordon had not produced
what I had hoped it would, I was not discouraged and started focusing my energies in wrestling toward what I did best, write. In doing my research for the public
relations course, I got the notion that my task would have been a hell of a lot easier
if I had had a resource book, like an almanac or an encyclopedia, for wrestling at
my disposal after all, they had them for other sports and industries. But the only
resource book I could find was one by Roberta Morgan published in 1979 by Dial
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files, some history and legit interviews, I was looking for something with substantially more meat.
With nothing like that on the market, I decided an encyclopedia of professional
wrestling would be my first official venture into pro wrestling journalism. Talk
about biting off more than you can chew! I began preliminary research by going
through hundreds of New York Times articles from the 1800s that were available on
microfiche through the universitys library.
By the time I was knee-deep in notes, what I envisioned was an all-encompassing
book that could be updated annually or every few years that would include pre1900 information showing how the industry came into existence leading up to the
1904 battle between George Hackenschmidt and Tom Jenkins; a year-by-year
account of all the major events and matches from 1900 forward, including how
each of the major organizations was formed along the way; legitimate biographies
of the industrys major stars, concentrating on the champions; a list of active
wrestlers in each federation; addresses and phone numbers for each wrestling company; and annual attendance figures. In retrospect it would have been like taking
the best elements of Pro Wrestling Illustrateds annual Wrestling Almanac and Book
of Facts, Gary Will and Royal Duncans Wrestling Title Histories, Tim Hornbakers
National Wrestling Alliance: The Untold Story of the Monopoly That Strangled Pro
Wrestling, Dave Meltzers annual Wrestling Observer newsletters Year in Review
issues plus his Tributes: Remembering Some of the Worlds Greatest Wrestlers and
Tributes II: Remembering More of the Worlds Greatest Wrestlers and rolling them all
together into one resource. In essence, it would have been an accurate historical
account of an industry watched by millions without being wrapped in revisionist
propaganda. What true wrestling fan wouldnt have wanted a copy in their library?
With the outline in hand I began looking for a publisher.
Even though I was still in school, I had already written for national publications, having freelanced for both Starlog and Comics Scene magazines, so I thought
nothing of calling Cheh Low of Pumpkin Press, the publisher of Wrestlings Main
Event, to pitch my idea.
Not surprisingly, Low asked me to submit my proposal in writing, which I
promptly did. About a week after having sent the treatment off to the Big Apple,
I got a phone call from him saying that he thought the idea was good, but he
wanted to run it by his new magazine editor, and he asked if it was okay to do so.
I said, Of course. Roberta Morgan had been the magazines initial editor, which
is how it was named after her book, but she was replaced after only a few issues by
a veteran wrestling photojournalist named George Napolitano.
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Napolitano who was a school teacher by trade was the most prolific and wellrespected photographer in the business. He was frequently paid by promoters to
come into their territories and shoot for them so they could get magazine coverage.
There were a few other guys around the business at the time, like Frank Amato,
Mike Lano, Norm Keitzer and Scott Epstein, but really it was a two-dog show,
with Apter and Napolitano each having their own little niche.
Not long after my initial conversation with Low, we had a follow-up discussion
during which he told me his editor thought the encyclopedia would take too long
to compile and that nobody would be interested in it. He said something to the
effect of Fans are only interested in whats happening in wrestling now and didnt
care about its past. While I couldnt have disagreed more, he had already made his
decision. He said he liked my writing style, however, and asked if I would be interested in doing an article for the magazine. While I was disappointed, I agreed to
take my first wrestling writing assignment, and he put me on the phone with
George Napolitano.
George seemed nice enough, and the assignment was simple: go to Tampa on
Tuesday night and interview Mike Graham at one of the shows. He gave me a
couple of contact phone numbers, and so I approached the assignment like I would
any story. I called the Florida office to find out where I needed to go, who I needed
to see to get in, what time to be there all the essentials and as far as I knew
everything was fine. The only thing I found odd was that it took me a few phone
calls to finally speak to the right person and get the information I needed. It was
as if nobody knew anything. I didnt realize it at the time, but I was being kayfabed.
Tuesday rolled around, and I made the jaunt to Tampa, but I hit a horrendous
thunderstorm that slowed me down considerably. The downpour caused several
streets near the building to flood, sending me on a wild ride through a maze in a
neighborhood I was less than thrilled to be in. I eventually made it but arrived
about 45 minutes late. The person I was to meet at the building Charlie Lay, an
old-time worker and referee from Mississippi was nowhere to be found. After
much convincing, I finally made my way past security and for the first time
stepped into the Fort Homer W. Hesterly Armory, a building I would promote on
my own almost 20 years later.
As I walked past the double glass doors of the Armory, I heard the opening bell,
and it was almost a religious experience. Just beyond the sea of fans I could see one
single light shining down from above and hitting the two competitors in the ring.
All eyes, about 2,500 of them, were transfixed on the match between Brian Blair
and Terry Allen. I had to stop to take it all in. For a true fan of the sport this was
nirvana. It wasnt until the crowd roared to signify the end of the match that I was

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shaken from that


mesmerized state.
I easily made my
way to the back of
the arena and concentrated on my mission.
The building was
configured much differently than when I
ran shows there in
2001; back in the early
80s there was not only
flat seating on the
Tampas historical Fort Homer W. Hesterly Armory
main floor but risers
in the building as well, and whoever didnt fit on the floor sat on the second level,
looking down. The dressing rooms were also on the second floor and situated away
from the fans at the far end of the building. It was not uncommon to see wrestlers
perched up there, watching the matches. After trying unsuccessfully to get several
people to let Mike Graham know I was there to see him, I was finally able to get the
attention of James J. Dillon. I introduced myself to J.J., and with the information on
who I was and why I was there, he made his way back to the dressing rooms.
After about 10 minutes Mike Graham emerged, and I proceeded to interview
him as I would anyone else. Some of the material was actually pretty boring, the
same mundane stuff youd read in any wrestling article of the time. But in the
course of the interview he mentioned a recent trip to Japan and working against
their top junior competitors. He also mentioned that Andre the Giant was on the
tour with him, and that while some of the Japanese boys gave him a hard time,
with Andre there they never messed with the guys at the back of the bus,
meaning the Americans. (He never explained to me why this was the case, but I
suppose it was because since Mikes father was Eddie Graham the owner of the
Florida territory and one of the movers and shakers of the nwa Andre watched
out for him.) That was the hook I needed to write a compelling story. I not only
wrote about Mikes success on the Florida circuit, but I went into detail about his
trip to Japan and his travels with Andre and the other wrestlers on the bus. I was
proud of that article because it wasnt the same type of hyperbole that everybody
else seemed to be writing.
About a week later, after not hearing anything from the magazine, I placed a call
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I was all pumped up for the conversation because I knew he would just love the
piece I had sent him. Instead I got a swift kick to the nether regions. George
Napolitano, one of the most respected guys in the business and arguably the best
wrestling photographer to ever focus a lens, told me my story didnt cut it. I will
never forget what he said: Nobody wants to read about the wrestlers traveling on
a bus; they want to know who theyre feuding with and if they won or not.
I thought this just couldnt be the case because not only did it go against everything I was taught in journalism school about finding a hook, as a wrestling fan
myself, I found that what the wrestlers did away from the ring was just as fascinating as, and in some cases even more interesting than, who they feuded with or
if they won or lost their match.
In hindsight, while I realize that George was trying to protect the business in
his own way, he was also dead wrong. If what he had said was true, then a guy like
Dave Meltzer would never have been able to revolutionize wrestling journalism a
few years later with his newsletter. Although Dave wasnt the first to produce a
newsletter that broke kayfabe that honor goes to Uncle Burt Ray who published Mat Mania in the 70s and for whom Meltzer wrote but you can say Dave
was the first to unmask the business on a national stage. By writing about what
went on behind the scenes, exposing not just the bad things but the good things
too, and bringing that information to the general population when in 1990 he
wrote for the short-lived sports newspaper the National Sports Daily (and its editorin-chief, Frank Deford, a prominent sports journalist) he really opened the door
for countless wrestling books, including this one. A lot of people credit Mick Foley
for pushing the door open, and while he did great justice to the business by what
he wrote and how he told his story, in my humble opinion it was actually Meltzer,
and guys like Wade Keller, Steve Beverly and others, who created the awareness
that eventually sparked the Internet revolution in the late 90s that today enables
websites like 1wrestling.com and pwinsider.com to deliver behind-the-scenes events
almost instantaneously. Some might argue that when A&E aired its pro wrestling
documentary and the Andre the Giant biography they also drew attention to the
fact that the masses were interested in this type of information.
In any event, George belittling my work wasnt the worst part of our conversation. He claimed that the powers that be in the Florida office had complained that
I aggravated them not only at the show but with my preceding phone calls, and I
was no longer welcome at their shows. It appeared as though not only was the business not ready to break kayfabe, but my wrestling journalism career was over before
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Although it took a long time to get over that deep cut from George a wound
that would be reopened in late 1984 I once again found myself disappointed but
not discouraged. By late 1983 two new ideas had popped into my head; one sparked
by a conversation with a local chamber of commerce office worker, and the other
from a feature I saw on a television news, entertainment and informational program called PM Magazine. I no longer cared about being published in wrestling
magazines, and instead I focused on two mega publications: Playboy and Sports
Illustrated.
In March 83 my then fianc and future wife, Sharon, and I moved from
Gainesville back to the Fort Lauderdale area, and before long I found myself
working in Pembroke Pines (a city adjacent to Hollywood and nestled between
Miami and Fort Lauderdale) for a local throwaway newspaper called the Pembroke
Mirror. Although it wasnt exactly the Miami Herald or Fort Lauderdale News and
Sun-Sentinel, it was a writing job, and for the $196 per week plus $30 in gas reimbursement they paid, it might as well as have been the Daily Planet.
Before long I grew tired of the gig, as it was filled with a lot of city council meetings, visits to the police station to check the crime blotter and attending local
chamber of commerce gatherings. It was also a lot to write each week, much more
than I found I could produce. I dont know how I did it, but each week I produced
at least two to three feature stories, six hard news items, a couple of photo essays
and two editorials.
During this time there was also a bit of a debate as to where Joe Robbie, the
beloved owner of the Miami Dolphins, would build his new stadium for his nfl
franchise, as he wanted to move them out of the Orange Bowl. So, like every other
person who had an opinion on the subject, in the August 21, 1983, Sunday edition
of the Pembroke Mirror, I suggested a multipurpose sports complex be built in
Pembroke Pines. I argued the location was ideal because it would be easily accessible to fans from Miami and Fort Lauderdale.
What I didnt know is that a lady by the name of Vickie Askew who not only
worked for the Pembroke Pines Chamber of Commerce but was the wife of the
citys vice mayor, Harold Askew, and one of my regular news sources sent a copy
of my editorial to her son and daughter-in-law who owned the Cape Cod
Coliseum in Massachusetts. She sent it with the hopes they might be interested in
building a facility in South Florida. However, her son was not interested, as he was
busy trying to run the company he had recently bought from his father.
I had no idea who her son was, so when she told me it was none other than
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become the most powerful figure in pro wrestling as the chairman of World
Wrestling Entertainment well, you couldve knocked me over with a feather.
While many of the old-timers referred to him as Junior, Vickie Askew simply called
her son Vince.
I was pretty excited to hear this and asked her a ton of questions. Thats when
I got the idea of doing a story about the wrestling business for Playboy. I was
growing tired of the grind and lack of creativity of the newspaper job, and I was
interested in writing for a more meaningful publication. Despite being a skin magazine, from a literary perspective, Playboy had a history of helping to bring authors
into national prominence; Ian Fleming, Arthur C. Clarke and even Alex Haley
conducted many Playboy interviews throughout the 60s, including its very first
with jazz legend Miles Davis. In addition to the notoriety, they also paid a hefty
price for both their interviews and feature stories. When youre normally bringing
home less than $200 a week, a $2,000 payday for a freelance piece is a lot of dough!
Eager to see if my idea held water, I reached out to Reg Potterton, an editor at
Playboy I had met a few years earlier. After bouncing the idea off him, Potterton told
me that while he thought it was an interesting proposal, it was hard to break into
Playboy as an established writer, let alone as a new one. He also said because the piece
was unsolicited that anything submitted would be strictly on spec, meaning there
wouldnt be any guarantee it would be taken once sent in. While the prospects did
not look very good, he did tell me he would see what he could do after I had the
piece written. It was only a twinkle of light but enough to energize me.
At my first opportunity, I stopped by the Pembroke Pines Chamber of Commerce and told Vickie that Id like to speak with Vince about a story I wanted to
write for Playboy. I explained the situation, and instead of making excuses why she
couldnt make the introduction, she picked up the phone and called her son.
Within minutes she told him about me reminding him of the editorial I had
written about the sports complex and by the time she hung up the phone, she
had handed me his private phone number. Hell be expecting your call, she said.
Not wanting to appear overly anxious, I waited 24 hours and called the next
day. To my surprise, Vince got right on the phone. After all the niceties were
exchanged, I explained what I had in mind, and while he was very cordial, he asked
one simple question that I couldnt answer: When will this story be published?
When I explained I was writing the story on spec, he very nicely explained to me
that his time wouldnt permit him to participate unless he knew for sure the story
would be published. When I told him I could not guarantee that, he thanked me,
wished me luck and ended the conversation. Even though he was as nice as could
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simply being a businessman who did not have time to dedicate to something that
had little chance of seeing ink, the reality is he probably was just doing his mother
a favor by taking my phone call. Either way, the end result would be the same.
There would be no Playboy article in the cards for Howard T. Brody.
Once again I was disappointed but not discouraged. Besides, I soon had more
pressing matters to worry about. About a month later I walked down the aisle for
my first of two marriages, and I returned from my Mexico City honeymoon
without a job a decision of my own choice though. Some might say I was a fool
for quitting my job without having another prospect lined up, but Sharon was one
hundred percent supportive, as my paycheck had bounced while we were out of
the country, and to us that was unacceptable.
During the first week of December 83, still unemployed, I decided to concentrate on my freelance writing and ended up with a three-month assignment
working for the New York Yankees. I was a regular reader of the Yankees magazine
and saw an ad seeking a writer for a short-term assignment. Luckily some of the
people in press relations remembered me from a few years earlier, when I had interviewed then Yankee general manager and former shortstop Gene The Stick
Michael for my college newspaper. I was hired over the phone on a cold-call solicitation. Unfortunately, just around the time spring training was starting for the 84
season, my assignment was coming to an end. Although I applied for the full-time
position I was temporarily filling, the Yankees, reluctant to hire me because I did
not have daily newspaper experience, opted for someone else. I was once again
looking for a job, and while I had applied for positions at the Fort Lauderdale News
and Sun-Sentinel, Miami Herald and the now defunct Hollywood Sun-Tattler, I just
couldnt seem to find a steady place to hang my hat.
Before long I caught on with another local paper, the Jewish Journal. Being
Jewish and proud of it, I initially thought it would be a nice change of pace to work
with those of my own creed, especially after hearing anti-Semitic remarks from my
previous newspaper employer. But after a few days I decided the work environment
was simply too Jewish for my liking. I found many of my coworkers narrowminded and it bothered me to hear some of them tossing around politically
incorrect Yiddish slang as though it held no weight. I couldnt understand how
they, as Jews, could spew such venom, having been the victims of verbal lambasting
themselves. My employment lasted about six weeks. When I finally quit, one of my
wifes cousins teased me about working there in the first place and suggested that I
try to find a job with the Goyim Gazette instead. (For those not familiar with
the Yiddish term, goyim or goy refers to those who are not of the Jewish faith and
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Once again looking for steady work, wrestling somehow made its way back into
the picture.
I watched an episode of PM Magazine that featured a piece on Hulk Hogan,
who was wrestling for the awa at the time, and I decided he would be a perfect candidate for a story since he had made a big splash a year earlier in Rocky III. I pitched
the idea to Sports Illustrated and shortly thereafter received a letter from their editorial department stating they would be interested in the piece on spec.
I called Verne Gagnes office in Minneapolis and spoke to someone named Roy
Nelson, who I would eventually become friends with after several interactions, and
found out that the Hulkster was no longer working for Gagne but had taken a job
with New York Oh no! Here we go again, I thought.
I initially tried circumventing the New York dilemma by reaching out to people
like Napolitano and others, who I thought would have Hogans number, but
nobody was willing to cough it up.
With no other options, I reluctantly called Vinces office to try to arrange an
interview with Hogan who had just become their champion and somehow
I ended up on the phone with Lord Alfred Hayes. I knew of Hayes from the magazines of the day and tried to explain who I was and why I was calling, but he kept
cutting me off, asking what I wanted and why I was bothering him.
While I didnt know it at the time, he was simply working me and doing his
job, but he was ticking me off. Even though Vince had blown me off a few months
earlier, I realized I had made a crucial mistake by not calling his private number as
I previously had. When Hayes tried to scare me off by asking, Where do you live?
implying that he would be sending someone over to pay me a visit, that was
enough to get me to hang up the phone . . . and call Vince. Within 15 minutes of
leaving a detailed message, I received a call from a person named Mark Sotichek in
the Titan Sports Media Relations department. Sotichek apologized for Hayess
actions, claiming Lord Alfred was once dropped on his head by Hogan which
I knew was baloney but was amusing nevertheless and he said he would see
what he could do with my request.
Like clockwork, I received a call from Sotichek the next day, and not to my surprise the answer was the same as it had been a few months prior. If I didnt have a
guaranteed publishing commitment, I would not be granted an interview. But
during the conversation with Sotichek something amazing happened that would
lead me to a job interview with Titan. For whatever reason, maybe it was my persistence, Sotichek revealed that the magazines publisher and editor, Linda Kelly,
was searching for someone to take over from her as the magazines editor. He said
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on spec, perhaps I would qualify for the position. His only request was that I not
mention I got the inside scoop from him.
So, armed with this information, I reached out to Linda Kelly.
Ms. Kelly was quite charming on the phone, and when she asked who had mentioned the open position, I explained that the person who tipped me off requested
that I not reveal their identity. I guess it was some kind of kayfabe test because she
appreciated that I did not disclose my source. Then, after grilling me on my background, she asked me for several writing samples, but not everything she asked for
had been published. The wwf had a local show planned for that coming week at
the Hollywood Sportatorium, and she wanted me to go down to the show and,
based on what I saw, come up with two articles.
That was my assignment. I was given no other direction, aside from sending
them to her along with several published pieces for review when I was finished
writing them. This was not a problem for me as Sharon, my then close friend Andy
Sackheim and I already had our front row tickets for the big show.
When I got home after the matches, I sat down at my then state-of-the-art
home computer an Apple IIe with a single floppy disk drive that cost about
$2,200 and knocked out the two stories. First thing Monday morning I sent
them out via overnight delivery along with some of my published pieces for review.
Shortly before noon the next day I received a call from Linda Kelly.
Without any beating around the bush, she got right to the point and said she
liked my work, especially the story I wrote about George The Animal Steele. The
two stories I submitted were diametrically opposed in the way they were written
and presented; I felt this was the only way to show my diversity.
The first story was titled The Genius of George Steele, and I took the
approach that perhaps the Animals personality was simply an act a diabolical
guise to gain a psychological advantage over his opponents. I got the idea when
Steele came out for his match, ran toward a group of fans gathered by one of the
guardrails, yelled out his trademarked Hey! You! and then swirled that disgusting
green tongue. Needless to say the group scattered like frightened cockroaches.
The second story was a straightforward biography piece on the latest tag team
to join the growing wwf roster, Jack and Jerry Brisco. I simply mapped out their
accomplishments as best I could with the hook that they posed the biggest challenge to date to the current wwf tag team champions, Adrian Adonis and Dick
Murdoch.
After praising my writing abilities, Ms. Kelly asked if I could come to their
offices in Greenwich, Connecticut, for a job interview on Thursday. Wow! This
was my golden opportunity, but I had a little problem. I couldnt afford a plane

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ticket since I was still unemployed. When I told her it


would be a bit difficult for
me to buy a ticket, she said
they would take care of my
travel and the ticket would
be waiting for me at the airport. It was settled. In just
two days I would be traveling
to what I believed was
wrestlings mecca for a job
interview. It was at this point
that she revealed Linda Kelly
was her nom de plume. The
whole time I had actually
been interacting with Linda
McMahon.
Thursday couldnt come
soon enough, and before I
knew it I was on a nonstop
flight from Fort Lauderdale
to New York, in a new suit
and ready to take the first
step in my new career.
George Steele goes to work on the arm of Bret Hart
When I arrived at
LaGuardia Airport, I was met
at the gate by a thin, frail-looking older man who carried a sign with my name on
it. He looked more like a custodian than a limo driver, as he wore a weather-beaten
blue and gold wwf baseball cap and had on a pair of blue jeans with one of those
chains that went from his belt loop to a wallet in his back pocket. His face was long
and aged, and he had a beard like Abraham Lincoln except it was white instead of
black. His claim to fame, as I recall, was that he was the victim of a haircut by Big
John Studd, Ken Patera and Bobby The Brain Heenan on the old Tuesday Night
Titans tv show that wwf used to produce for the USA Network. I dont recall his
name, but I heard years later that his haircut on tv was in retaliation for being
caught with his hand in the merchandise cookie jar. What a way to be fired, huh?
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limousine. Instead, he drove me in what I was told was Linda McMahons Buick.
Aside from being nervous about the forthcoming interview, the ride was
uneventful, except that the guy did not shut up for a minute. There I was, trying
to gather my thoughts for the most important interview of my then young life, and
this character wouldnt stop beating his gums. I tried my best to shut him out.
About 45 minutes later we pulled into their parking lot they did not occupy
the whole building back then and a couple of things jumped right out at me.
First, I remember seeing someone who I thought was Cyndi Laupers boyfriend,
David Wolff, leaving the building as I was arriving, and then I noticed two unique
automobiles parked in the lot. One was this huge white monstrosity, while the
other was a limo painted in camouflage. I learned the camouflaged car was used for
the vignettes they shot with Sgt. Slaughter, while the other was Andre the Giants
limo, although it looked more like a modified hearse or ambulance.
Titan Sports occupied the entire floor of the building, and high-gloss poster-sized
photos of their talent, like Hogan, Andre, Adonis and Murdoch, Jimmy Superfly
Snuka and Rowdy Roddy Piper, were on the walls. Unlike the rickety-looking
offices I had seen in Tampa, this was a plush and professional-looking environment.
After giving my name to the receptionist, she instructed me to have a seat,
saying Linda McMahon would be with me shortly. Sitting there patiently, I passed
on the obligatory cup of coffee that was offered and ended up meeting and talking
to both Mark Sotichek and the legendary wrestling promoter Jim Barnett, both of
who just happened to pass by. While Sotichek wished me luck in the interview,
Barnett said he hoped to see me again. A few minutes later and shortly before
Linda came out to get me, I heard a song that sounded like it was from the late 50s
or early 60s being sung by a recognizable voice. As the person made their way up
the office corridor, the unfamiliar tune grew louder. Looking in the direction of
that now unmistakable voice, I saw someone dressed in a mismatched suit of Kelly
green slacks and a red blazer it was none other than Vince McMahon.
For someone who must have been under tremendous pressure, Vince seemed
fairly happy-go-lucky. He stopped at the receptionists desk, dropped off and
picked up some papers, made some small talk with his employee, looked in my
direction and said, Hello, to which I responded with a Hello of my own, and
then he headed right back down the hall from which he had come, continuing with
his whimsical vocals.
A few minutes later Linda came out and introduced herself. After the formalities, she led me to her office. I remember when I walked in that I thought the office
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know what I was expecting, but it wasnt that. Nevertheless, you could tell it was
an office that belonged to someone who had worked very hard to get where they
were. The one thing that still sticks out in my mind was that there was a whiteboard sitting on an easel. One side had a list of wrestlers who were coming in to
the company, and on the other side was a list of those who were leaving. On the
in side I remember Junkyard Dog and the Fabulous Freebirds.
As we sat down, she gave me the skinny on the company and how they had got
to where they were selling the Cape Cod Coliseum, buying the company from
her father-in-law and his partners, changing the wrestling organization name from
the World Wide Wrestling Federation to the World Wrestling Federation, etc.
When the conversation made its way back to the reason I was there, she reiterated
how much she liked my work and then surprised me by telling me she remembered
the editorial I had written about the stadium in South Florida.
Without beating around the bush, Linda came right out and made me an offer
of $15,000 a year plus the cost of moving my wife and me to Connecticut. I knew
it was not a lot of money to start, especially for that part of the country, but I also
knew it would be a foot in the door that could materialize into something much
bigger. I figured with Sharon working too we could easily make it work. When I
told her I would be willing to start for that amount, she told me what my responsibilities would be and what would be expected of me over the coming months.
The way she was talking, the job was mine.
She then gave me a quick lesson in both Titan Sports and Wrestling 101. She
explained that Vince ran the wrestling side while she ran the business side. She also
explained that those who worked for them were like family and those who were
loyal were rewarded. She then explained that pro wrestling was not choreographed,
as people think, but rather is predetermined, or, in simpler terms, they know in
advance who will win and lose ah ha, I knew it! She then told me I could expect
to hear the phrases babyfaces and heels, which were wrestling lingo for good guys
and bad guys; it was the first time I had ever heard those terms. I was soaking
things up like a sponge.
Linda then took me around the office to meet some of the people I would be
working with. One of the things I recall was that she showed me a cold storage
room that I think she referred to as the vault. In it, she explained, they kept their
footage of past shows. Last but not least, Linda showed me on a map some of the
towns in the vicinity where I should consider living, since rents in Greenwich itself
were a bit too high for what my salary would be. In all, she spent about an hour
interviewing me.
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wanted me to meet someone named Robert DeBord. Although he was considered


the magazines associate publisher, I believe Robert J. DeBord was actually its distribution director and, to the best of my knowledge, was also the head of Titans
marketing department at the time. Like many at Titan who wore a multitude of
hats, DeBord also had an on-air role of sorts, as he had been the host of an interview segment titled Victory Corner on one of their television shows. His on-air
claim to fame, however, was that he had introduced Roddy Piper for the very first
installment of Pipers Pit, which of course became a mainstay of the wwfs
Championship Wrestling tv show in the 80s. Fortunately for the fans of the wwf,
DeBords on-air persona did not last; he was about as charismatic as drying paint.
So there I sat in DeBords office, and for 30 minutes he didnt say a word to me.
I asked him if there was anything hed like to know about me or my background,
and his response was Nope. I couldnt understand why he wasnt asking me questions about my experience or abilities; I would be working with the man in the
near future. Since I had never met him before, he didnt know a thing about me
except what was on my rsum and I found it odd that he didnt give me any type
of acknowledgment. Trying to break the silence, I asked him simple questions
about the magazines circulation, its paper stock and some other things I had
learned about in school. Half the questions he couldnt answer, and what he did
answer was vague at best. I thought maybe he was just a yes-man, going along with
whatever Linda said. Whatever the reason, giving me the cold shoulder was simply
not cool (no pun intended).
Before I knew it, the time had come for me to leave and get back to the airport
for my flight home. I said my goodbyes, and as Dishonest Abe drove me back to
LaGuardia, I left Greenwich with a truckload of confidence that I would soon be
working for Titan Sports.
To top off a very fulfilling day, I was driven back to the airport not in Lindas
Buick, but in Andre the Giants limousine. This time it was I who was the talkative one, asking the driver about the different areas to live in, what the traffic flow
was like to Greenwich and questions of that nature. When he dropped me off, he
said something to the effect that he would see me soon and wished me a safe flight.
The plane ride home seemed to take forever, and when I finally arrived in Fort
Lauderdale, Sharon and I went out for a late celebratory dinner.
Then the waiting began.
A few days passed, and I was expecting a call from Linda at any time, telling me
when I would be expected in Connecticut. I was working for my brother Arnies
company to pick up some extra money, as some of the bills were piling up, when
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I asked my brother if I could use the phone in his private office, and with Titans
number now memorized, I placed the call, anxious to find out when I would start.
Linda got on the phone and told me that she had enjoyed meeting with me and
thought I would make a great addition to their team. She then dropped the bomb
that they had decided to go with someone a bit older and more experienced than
me. Linda was up front and said a person named Ed Ricciuti would be getting the
position, and as an established writer with several books and hundreds of magazine
articles to his credit, there was no way they could pass up on the opportunity to
have him as part of their company. Although the words she was using sounded different, what I heard was that there was no way I could compete against his
experience. While that might have been true and a quick visit to edwardricciuti
.com or a simple Google search on the Internet will confirm that even today Ed
remains a prolific writer I felt in my heart that, regardless of his experience,
there was no way he could ever have the same passion I had for wrestling.
What was a bit strange about the conversation, as I recall, was that Linda said
she still wanted me to write for their magazine because she felt I had a fresh
approach. I was devastated because I wanted that job so badly, but under the
watchful eye of someone who got the job I coveted, for a short period of time I
wrote articles for WWF Magazine.
Years later, after Ed left the wwf and while I was working with Hiro Matsuda
on a project called Ring Warriors, we had a discussion about starting a Ring
Warriors magazine. During our conversation I learned that it was Eds friend
Robert DeBord who had helped him get the editorial position at Titan. It took
almost 15 years to learn why I got snubbed in DeBords office that afternoon in
Connecticut. It really had nothing to do with me. It was the first time I was the
unsuspecting victim of wrestlings office politics.
I held a grudge for many years, but in reading Eds rsum what hes written
and accomplished over the years there really was no way for me to compete.
Linda McMahon made the right choice. Even so, Ive often wondered what would
have happened if DeBord would have given me a fair shake. While it will always
sting that a different kind of wrestling politics played a role in keeping me from
working for Titan Sports, I suppose Linda felt my passion and love for wrestling
was simply not enough to accomplish what she felt they needed to do as a company.
Sure I was disappointed, but at least this time the door was left open for me to
have some involvement in the business, albeit on a very small scale. If I wanted to
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into complete discouragement no matter what happened. And I was about to be


tested again: later that year I received another blow to my already black-and-blue
ego.
While walking through the aisles at Waldenbooks I was enraged to see The
Pictorial History of Wrestling: The Good, the Bad and the Ugly by Bert Randolph
Sugar and George Napolitano.
Holy crap, that son of a bitch stole my idea!
George Napolitano, a so-called respected wrestling journalist, had stabbed me
in the back. What kind of person shoots a writer down and then turns around and
hooks up with a boxing historian who doesnt know jack about wrestling to
steal his idea? It was a very poor version of my idea but it was still my idea.
Not only had I been undermined at Titan, but now this. And to make matters
worse, I had no legal recourse since the copyright was held by Sugar even though
the text had Georges style and signature all over it.
I hated Napolitano for a very long time. But just as I realized the anger over not
getting the Titan job was a waste of positive energy, while I will never forget what
George did, I have long since forgiven him. As it turned out, I would actually find
myself doing business with George about 15 years later, while I was president of the
nwa.
In retrospect, the personal conflicts and disappointments were just starting for
me. However without those setbacks, who would I be today and what would I have
learned about this crazy business and, more importantly, life?
Some of these lessons, although clich, were all too clear: follow your gut, dont
count your chickens before they hatch, only share your ideas with those you
absolutely trust unless you have legally protected yourself. Other mistakes would
be repeated over the years before the lessons were learned.
Follow these models, and hopefully the piranhas wont get you. Ignore them
and I guarantee that others will fill their bellies with a nice chunk of your hide.
A pessimist is one who makes difficulties of his opportunities, and an optimist is one who
makes opportunities of his difficulties.
Harry S. Truman ()

THREE

courtesy greg price

THERES NO
SUBSTITUTE FOR EXPERIENCE

Nature Boy Ric Flair was a lot more cordial at the 2008 NWA Legends
Convention than when we first crossed paths

By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; second, by
imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience, which is bitterest.
Confucius ( BC BC)

When it comes to teaching, the adage Theres no substitute for experience just
might be the most overstated clich. But theres a darn good reason. Its true!
As infants and toddlers we learn that we must crawl before we can walk and
walk before we can run. We learn that the older we get, the less effective crying
becomes, and so we begin to use the word please. And somewhere along the way

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we learn that if we play with the light socket long enough well get zapped.
But I often wonder why, as adults, do we forget these simple lessons? Why is it
that those of us who participate in the wrestling business think we can circumvent
convention? Why do we think we are impervious to consequences? Why do we
think we will not get burned when we play with fire?
A former boss of mine, and now good friend, by the name of Jerry Blow once
described my penchant for learning this way: Its like you walk into an office, see
a box of hand grenades and pick up one in each hand. But instead of putting them
down and walking away, you pull the pins out with your teeth and wait for
someone to throw you another. Jerry was lecturing me about how I needed to be
less confrontational in the workplace, and his observation was spot-on. On Star
Trek they described going in to a situation with both guns blazing as cowboy diplomacy. I suppose as a West Point graduate who was trained to understand the
human condition, Jerry knew better than most how to interpret my character traits.
Continuing in the wrestling business, I blindly went where others had gone
before, except I had a grenade in each hand and two pins in my mouth.
Still reeling from not getting the job at Titan Sports and George Napolitano
publishing a poor mans version of the book I had envisioned, I began submitting
story ideas to Ed Ricciuti for WWF Magazine. However, it seemed that every idea
I submitted was either already in the works or not what they had in mind.
Several months passed, and for every enthusiastic submission I made, I received
an equally daunting rejection. But then something happened that truly lit a fire
under my butt.
Shortly after the inaugural WrestleMania on April 1, 1985, I received my copy of
the April 29th edition of Sports Illustrated. There, emblazoned on the cover of the
Holy Grail for sports writers, and much to my dismay, were the words Mat
Mania! along with the subtitle Pro Wrestlings Top Banana and a close-up photo
of Hulk Hogan wearing his signature Hulkster headband.
My stomach was in my throat.
Its one thing to get beaten out of a job by a more experienced writer or even to
have a book idea ripped off, but to see the basis of a story I had pitched and sold
a year earlier to a magazine that could make or break my writing career appear on
its cover, well, that made me nuts. I was more determined than ever to be published
by the wwf.
Deciding to forego the traditional pitch route and with no direction from the
office whatsoever, I knocked out a story in a few hours. Without hesitation or
doubt and determined to get published, I sent the piece off to Connecticut the next
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the story to Linda McMahon, but I chose to trust my ability and deal with the
person who was hired instead of me. A couple of days later I got a call from Ed
telling me the story would be in the next issue of the magazine.
Although it was hardly SI, I had finally broken through with a story that would
appear on page 15 of the August/September 1985 issue of WWF Magazine titled
Island Boys: One Bad Pineapple Doesnt Spoil the Bunch. The article was a feature on Jimmy Snuka, Ricky Steamboat and Don Muraco, delving into their
tropical island heritage. Although I had already been published nationally, for some
reason this was my proudest publishing moment, as even Vince McMahon himself spoke about the story on an episode of Tuesday Night Titans.
From that point forward, every time I got a story idea I would just write it up
and send it off for review.
Almost immediately after getting the call from Ed that my Island Boys piece
would run, I began working on a story about the managers in the wwf at the time:
Lou Albano, Freddie Blassie, Bobby Heenan and Jimmy Hart. Low and behold,
my second feature, How Do They Do It? Somehow They Manage . . . would
appear on page four of the October/November 1985 issue.
Two home runs with two swings of the bat; I was now on a roll.
But before I could pull a Reggie Jackson and go yard a third time, the proverbial bat was pulled out of my hands. I submitted three stories simultaneously, one
for each of the next three issues. The magazine worked a few months in advance,
so it was not a stretch to write so far ahead. Besides, I kept the topics general
enough that with a few tweaks the stories could easily be repositioned.
But almost immediately upon submission, Ed dropped the bomb that I would
not be able to write for them any further. He told me the company had decided to
no longer work with freelance writers. I was told that unless I was an employee of
Titan Sports my work would not be published in their magazine.
This did not sit well with me, and I didnt know if he was telling me the truth
or not. I thought perhaps it was his way of telling me he didnt like what I had
written or maybe I was being too pushy by submitting three items at once. What
if he felt his job were being threatened by me? Or just maybe I crossed the line and
hit a little too close to home with one of my stories?
Getting an idea from the April 1, 1985, edition of SI in which renowned
Paper Lion author George Plimpton wrote about Hayden Sidd (short for
Siddhartha) Finch, a rookie pitcher who was training with the New York Mets and
wore only one shoe, but could throw a 168-mile-per-hour fastball I submitted
an April Fools Day story for the WWF Magazine.
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of the squared circle. Abraham The Axe Brachman and Lester Mr. Polyester
Goldstein were two renegade Jewish rabbinical students from Miami Beach known
in tandem as the Ravishing Rabbis. The idea was to pose Andre the Giant and
Big John Studd in traditional Hasidic garb, except they would also be wearing
lucha type masks adorned with the Star of David. Oy!
The idea never came to fruition, and it would be 13 years before my name
would once again grace the pages of a wwf magazine.
What to do? I couldnt write for the wwf, I was still on the outs with George
and the Pro Wrestling Illustrated family of magazines wouldnt publish me. Where
does a fan who desperately wants to be in the wrestling business turn?
The answer hit me like a ton of bricks: radio!
Back in college I had created and hosted a 60-minute pretaped science fiction,
fantasy and horror show called Night Chronicles. The show aired on wggg am 1230
in Gainesville, Florida, from 11 p.m. to midnight on Saturdays and was a lead-in to
the local midnight movie The Rocky Horror Picture Show. We even had a sponsor
called The Time Machine, which was a local comic book store that had begun
selling these new products called graphic novels.
The show included a news segment from Natasha, the resident vixen vampire
as portrayed by my then wife-to-be Sharon, who did her best Bela Lugosi imitation, which was actually pretty bad; music that suited the show, like the Eagles
Hotel California, Michael Jacksons Thriller, and John Williamss theme from
Star Wars; and a 30-minute interview segment with such notable guests as Charles
Clarence C.C. Beck (the cartoonist who first drew Captain Marvel), Carol
Serling (widow of the late Rod Serling and publisher of The Twilight Zone magazine), Adam West (best known then as tvs Batman), Vincent Price (renowned
actor who appeared in many thrillers and horror films) and Isaac Asimov (one of
the most prolific writers of all time).
With the idea of doing a wrestling radio show, I began the arduous task of
pulling information together and identifying my options. I contacted my friend
Joe Loverro, the program director who had green-lighted Night Chronicles at wggg
and was now running a country radio station in Burlington, Vermont, who
explained that doing a 30-minute pro wrestling radio show would be difficult. He
doubted any station would pay for a 30-minute weekly pre-produced show on the
topic, and if they did, what they could afford would barely cover the cost of the
tape, let alone cover expenses and turn a profit. He also educated me that while
delivering the show via a satellite feed might be cost-effective, the 30-minute
format would still be a hindrance. We discussed formatting the show as a one- or
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the show that way, however, would create a whole set of different logistical challenges, including station clearance. I finally settled on a daily-strip format. This
would allow a morning or midday host to simply drop in a two-minute Monday
through Friday spot into their show, and it wouldnt matter what the stations
format was. The show was configured to fit in with talk, rock, sports or country.
Content was important too, and we decided that to really make the show attractive, we needed sound bites from the wrestlers themselves. I contacted all the major
wrestling offices, and nearly every promotion contractually agreed to allow me to
lift sound bites from their television shows. Interestingly enough, a clause that Jim
Crockett Promotions (jcp) insisted on was that their sound bites could not be used
in any program that featured a wwf wrestler. The point became moot because of
all the offices Crockett in North Carolina, Verne Gagne in Minnesota, Bill
Watts in Oklahoma, Fritz Von Erich in Texas and even Mario Savoldi in New
Jersey only the wwf would have no part of the show, opting instead to pursue
their own wwf radio project. Just like in the magazines of the time, if we were to
feature any wwf information on the show, it would have to be strictly news.
Now that the format was settled and most of the content was in place, I had a
bigger problem. While my voice and delivery might have been good for a market
like Gainesville, for national radio I, unfortunately, had a sound best suited for
writing newspaper stories. So I convinced Joe to be my partner and work for a percentage of the income by dusting off his old Joe McKay radio persona and being
the voice of Squared Circle, radios number-one pro wrestling source! With that set,
it was now time for the real work to begin.
In just a few weeks I had come up with an action plan. Unfortunately I was still
working at a gas station and did not have a great deal of money to play with; I was
just making enough to pay the bills. So I did what every red-blooded American
entrepreneur does I put everything on credit cards. And what I couldnt charge
I took out in cash advances. Not very prudent but I didnt care. I was going to carve
out a niche for myself in wrestling and was willing to put myself on the line to
make it happen.
While Joe was voicing some raw tape in Vermont for me, I came across Frank
Loconto, a former member of the popular 50s singing group the Lane Brothers,
who not only owned a sound studio in Fort Lauderdale but was willing to help me
get the project off the ground. Frank cut a deal with me to create the shows music
bed, mix the sound and mass produce the demo tapes for a mere $2,500. Not bad
considering I would need about 1,000 tapes. He also said he would include a
second show in the price because, as he put it, the cassette tape had two sides and
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aside from wrestling. Frank was smart, and I took his advice. I would later hire him
to score the original music for my Wild Women of Wrestling project.
Needing a second show to accompany Squared Circle, Joe said I should do a
show on what I knew best and suggested a shortened version of Night Chronicles.
While that was a great idea, I still had the problem of nobody to voice it. Joe
couldnt be the voice of both shows, I certainly wasnt going to do it and while the
thought crossed my mind for Sharon to reprise her Natasha character, I thought it
would be too hokey and decided against it. I was stuck. Then I remembered one
of the guests I had on the original show who would be perfect.
John Zacherle was somewhat of a cult figure in the Northeastern U.S., with a
long career hosting horror movies on television in New York and Philadelphia as
the characters Roland and Zacherley during the 50s and 60s, and during the
60s and 70s he had been a New York radio staple at wnes am and later at wplj
fm. His rsum also included voice-over work for movies and recording the top 10
novelty rock song Dinner With Drac in 1958. I called Zach and explained the
concept, and he was onboard. Within a few days I had a couple of scripts out to
him, which he voiced at a New York studio. Before long he sent his raw audio tape
back to me for postproduction.
Before the cassettes could physically be produced, however, artwork was needed
for both the tapes and the accompanying sales materials. Night Chronicles was easy,
as we used one of Zachs ghoulish publicity shots. Squared Circle was a little more
challenging. I wanted a photo of a big, brutish guy ready to smash a radio with his
bare hands to fit in with the shows marketing campaign, Something new is about
to hit radio! But who could I get? I didnt know any wrestlers yet.
I dont recall how I was put in touch with him, but the model I ended up using
was a menacing six-foot, 275-pound Miami-Dade cop who was a former Mr.
Florida bodybuilding champion with a second-degree black belt in karate and a
tattoo of the Incredible Hulk on his left shoulder.
After choosing a local photography studio, Gil Fernandez Jr. showed up for the
photo shoot and delivered exactly what I needed to get my vision across to radio
program directors. At one point during the shoot he nearly crushed the radio with
his bare hands the photographer and I both chuckled as we heard the radios
casing start to give. Of the 12 shots that were taken, we chose the perfect photo,
and his job was complete. I gave him his pay and never saw him again, although I
did hear about him a few years later.
In 1990 his name was sprawled all over South Florida headlines. Fernandez was
charged with the 1983 killing of three local drug dealers, and the highly publicized
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homicide. Today, hes serving three


consecutive life sentences. Unfortunately, this would not be my only
contact with someone who would
become a convicted killer . . .
With the brochures in place and the
demo cassettes on their way, it was time
to shift things into high gear. The first
step, in early February 86, was to send
out press releases and place advertisements in the major industry
publications, Billboard and Radio &
Records, so program directors would get
wind of the two new shows. At the
same time I sent out personalized letters to the advertising directors of the
top 100 advertising agencies in the U.S.
and 200 national corporations.
Around the time those personalized
Gil Fernandez Jr. a Miami-Dade police officer, poses
letters were being delivered, our ads
for a brochure promoting Squared Circle
and press releases were being published.
Almost immediately I had a bulk
mailing company in Miami send out nearly 4,000 brochures to virtually every
English-language radio station in the U.S. Within a week we were getting letters
and phone calls from all sorts of stations requesting demo tapes, but when it came
to potential advertisers, we were getting zero positive response. Of the answers we
did get, it was mostly Thanks but no thanks. The demanding task of follow-up
phone calls to the advertisers would soon be taking place.
As for clearing the shows, a dozen stations signed up for one or both of them,
including stations in Los Angeles, Dallas, San Antonio, Tampa, New Orleans and
Boston. All of the stations that took the show understood that until we had a
sponsor on board the show would not air. They did not seem to mind. One of the
respondents, however, a station in Bangor, Maine, did not want either show but
had something else in mind.
A person by the name of Mark Wellman contacted me from am 620 wzon
about a program they owned and wanted syndicated. It seems one of the owners
of the station had put together a series of 13 five-minute vignettes called Lists That
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Movies of All Time, Ten Worst


Films of All Time and so forth.
While the idea of taking on another
show to syndicate did not necessarily appeal to me, the fact of who
the owner was and that he wrote
and voiced the segments himself
did the author of such novels as
Carrie, Salems Lot and The Shining
among others: the master of horror
himself, Stephen King.
Within a week of our first conversation, Wellman was on a plane
to meet me face-to-face in Fort
Lauderdale and to check out my
operation. After seeing that my
enthusiasm surpassed my experience, Stephen Kings Zone CorporaThe promotional photo for Stephen Kings Lists That
tion still took a chance on a very
Matter
untested commodity. By the first of
April we had our agreement drafted, and after it was given the green light by the
attorneys for both parties, it was made official on April 9, 1986. Having a powerhouse like King in my corner I thought, How could I fail?
It was around this time that I sought some solid business advice, and although
I had brothers and sisters who ran their own businesses, I felt I needed someone a
little disconnected from me to give me straightforward feedback and advice. I
would find my mentor in my wife Sharons cousin David Matluck.
Dave, who was only a few years older than me, ran a couple of successful businesses, including a huge plant and flower shop in Portland, Maine, called the
Magic Garden, even though he lived in Fort Lauderdale. Dave always took an
interest in what I was doing, whether it was writing for the local throwaway newspaper or my latest radio venture. The notion of me working with Stephen King
intrigued him, although he warned me that I should not lose sight of why I started
this radio syndication venture in the first place.
Almost immediately after signing the contract with the Zone Corporation,
press releases went out announcing the King radio project, and before we could
even put our demo tapes together, we had our first station signed up for the show,
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Night Chronicles wanted Stephen Kings Lists That Matter. By chance we also took
advantage of some great publicity opportunities. King, who had already been
scheduled to appear on cnns Larry King Live, not only plugged Lists That Matter
there, but he also mentioned it on Larry Kings radio show, which was heard on
about 200 stations coast-to-coast through the Mutual Broadcasting Network.
In trying to get the three radio shows cleared and sponsors lined up, my days
became long. I was working full time as a gas station attendant for a longtime
family friend and getting up every day at 5 a.m. in order to open the pumps by six.
When I was finished there, Id hightail it home to be making calls by 3:30. This
usually lasted until 8 p.m., as I worked my way across the time zones, calling stations and sponsors.
In no time the phone bills hit astronomical numbers, and I was setting myself
up for a major financial disaster. With no money in the bank and maxed-out credit
cards, Dave stepped forward and lent me $2,500 so I could continue trying to syndicate the King show. Unfortunately, I grossly miscalculated what it would take to
get the stations necessary to secure a national sponsor, and in the process I not only
failed miserably with Lists That Matter, I killed the chances for my other two shows
to succeed because I had put all of my efforts into Kings program.
In one fell swoop I was out of the radio business nearly as quickly as I had got
into it, and I was now faced with about $20,000 of debt. My ego, not to mention
my wallet, had taken a tremendous beating, and the stress was starting to get to me.
Considering I was only making about $15,000 a year and Sharon made about
$10,000, to us the debt might as well have been $100 million. While another
woman might have run, not walked away, to her credit Sharon stuck by my side.
She understood my drive, and even when we would borrow money from family
and friends, she never held my poor business judgment against me. It was a good
feeling to know that the person with whom you were planning to spend the rest of
your life was on the same page as you.
As 1986 moved along and we attempted to lower our debt, it got to the point
where literally every penny we made was going to bill collectors. Between the
mounting interest and the fact that we made less than $30,000 a year between us,
the financial hole we were in was getting deeper and deeper. Eventually the financial pressures became overwhelming, and we made the very difficult decision to
declare bankruptcy.
In thinking back to when we were going through this nightmare, I remember
there was nothing more unsettling than going through all of the paperwork that
needed to get done. Technically, with a Chapter 7 bankruptcy, all of your assets can
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over the process, and we felt sure that we would end up with nothing to our names.
We went into federal court and stood before the judge. He asked us what had
happened to put us in this position. After answering the best we could, which
included my attempt to fund a business, he then asked if there were any creditors
present to protest the bankruptcy petition. The trustee stepped forward and
declared there were no creditors being represented, and with one stroke of the pen
from the presiding judge, our financial terror was over. Even though we knew our
credit would be horrible for the next several years, it felt as if the weight of the
world had been lifted off our shoulders, and to a degree it had. We didnt have any
credit cards anymore, but who cared?
The fall of 1986 was a time for us to start rebuilding our financial lives. We had
a fresh start, and we never wanted to be in that position again.
By the end of 1986 I started getting the wrestling bug again and came up with
what I thought would be a great idea a new wrestling magazine similar to the
prototype I had come up with in college. After a bunch of research and a series of
phone calls, I realized that unless I had some serious backing there was no way I
could afford to do my own magazine, so I took a different route. Since the wwf
obviously had their own magazine and both Jim Crockett Promotions and Wattss
Mid-South Sports were on the verge of launching theirs, I decided to call some of
the other promoters to see if they wanted their own magazine.
My first call was to Gagnes office in Minneapolis with the hope of creating an
awa magazine. I was immediately put in touch with Roy Nelson, their in-house
agent and the person with whom I negotiated the awas participation in my radio
show. During this conversation Nelson and I formed a friendship that has endured
to this day, but, unfortunately, I learned the last thing the awa needed was their
own magazine. Their business was down and all of their funds were earmarked for
television and arena shows.
Next on my list was Fritzs office in Dallas. But after briefly speaking with Ken
Mantel, the World Class story sounded a lot like what Nelson had told me about
the awas woes and their need to stay focused on television and live promotion.
Disappointed but not discouraged, I then called an unlikely source, who actually had something positive to say. Mario Savoldi was the front man for his fathers
promotion company, International Championship Wrestling. icw was one of the
groups I had struck a deal with for my radio show, so when I called Mario he acted
as if he were my long-lost brother. Those who know him know how friendly he can
be when he likes you. They also know how unfriendly he can be if he doesnt.
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They didnt need their own publication because they were too small, but he told
me of a new start-up wrestling magazine that was looking for writers and photographers. Mario had me call a woman by the name of Debbie Daigle, who was his
publicist, and through Debbie I spoke with the editor of Gold Belt Wrestling magazine, Virginia Bowes.
Almost immediately Virginia and I hit it off, and she was quick to lay the
groundwork for what she was looking for. She wanted someone to cover the
Florida territory on a weekly basis and provide both stories and photos. I was
hardly a photojournalist, but I knew I could handle this. And so, strictly on Marios
recommendation plus having a fairly decent rsum at that point, she hired me on
the spot. Within a few days I had my first assignment, but not without some convincing on Virginias part. I was still being blackballed by the Florida office, but
Virginia convinced Gordon Solie that there would be no issues.
Upon instructions from Virginia, I called Gordon the next day. Although he did
not remember our meeting from years earlier and the advice he had given me, he did
explain that some in the company did not want me around, but he guaranteed that
every courtesy would be extended to me unless I gave them a reason not to. I didnt
want to make any excuses for what had happened previously even though I
thought the whole thing was ridiculous so I promised Gordon I would do what
I needed to do, not trouble anybody and leave without incident. Now seeming comfortable with me, Gordon instructed me to go to the Miami Beach Convention
Center on Wednesday night and ask for Duke Keomuka, who I didnt know at the
time was one of the owners of the company, or Frank Boscia, who was a marketing
guy that worked for Chris Dundee, the local promoter for the Florida office. Chris
was the older brother of boxing trainer Angelo Dundee and had promoted hundreds
of fights, turning Miami Beach into a boxing center during a career that spanned six
decades. Chris promoted eight world championship fights, including the February
25, 1964, Miami Beach bout in which Muhammad Ali, then known as Cassius Clay,
won the world heavyweight title for the first time with a knockout of Sonny Liston.
Given the wrestling landscape at the time, the Florida office welcomed anybody
who was willing to give them exposure in the magazines. Had the territory been as
healthy as it once was, I doubt I would have been so welcomed.
Although I was a good writer, I wasnt much of a photographer, or at least thats
what I thought, but to keep the gig with Gold Belt I needed to produce quality pictures. So I decided to hire one of Sharons friends, William Allan White, whom I
knew from college and who was a pretty good photographer. I told Bill to meet me
at the building no later than 6:30 p.m. for the 7:30 show.
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little table, were Duke, Chris and Frank. As I approached the trio they clammed
up. I apologized for interrupting and introduced myself and my photographer.
While Chris and Duke pretty much ignored us, Frank got up, extended his hand
and said, Follow me. He led us to the back and brought us to what can best be
described as a holding area.
He asked who I wanted to talk to and rattled off a few names. How about
Black Magic? he asked. Although the wrestler would go on to have a stellar career
as Norman Smiley, at the time Black Magic was just a jobber, and I wasnt about
to let my first interview for a new magazine be someone who was not of substance.
After thinking for a moment, Frank said he had the perfect person and headed
into to the dressing rooms. Within minutes he emerged with former Florida heavyweight champion and all-American football player at Florida State University Ron
Simmons. Frank was right. Simmons was the perfect person. Trained in wrestling
by Hiro Matsuda, he was one year older than me, and I remembered him from
when he played against the Florida Gators. We spoke about the uf-fsu rivalry and
quickly formed a friendship. Bill snapped a few pics, and we were pretty much
done. From that point forward, whenever Ron would see me, he always went out
of his way to say hello and talk about the Gator-Seminole rivalry, whether it was
football, basketball or anything else we could think of.
I quickly went from being that notorious pain-in-the-ass to the guy who gave
the wrestlers positive press. Once word got around the dressing room that I was a
writer for a new wrestling magazine, everyone seemed to jockey for coverage, and
I was only too happy to oblige; I no longer needed Frank to find someone for me
to write about.
The following week, back at the Miami Beach Convention Center, I met Kevin
Sullivan for the first time. Kevin was the booker, and I did a one-on-one interview
with him. From the moment I walked into the back with Bill, kayfabe couldnt
have been more alive and well. Kevin didnt know how smart to the business I
was, and neither did I. So he treated me not only with respect, but with kid gloves.
I also think he worked me a little as he told me about his first match as a pro in
Montreal with a wrestler named Ferdinand Ferscoud, which he pronounced as suspiciously close to for shit as you can get. After that initial meeting, and after the
article hit the newsstands, Kevin was one of the first people to break kayfabe and
share the secrets of the business with me. It was before the so-called dirt sheets
became ultrapopular and eons before the Internet became the place to get info.
Kevin sometimes used me as a sounding board on angles, trying to get feedback
from a fans perspective. Every Wednesday night, whether it was in Miami or Fort
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acquaintance eventually turned into a friendship, and years later he would introduce me to such people as Tony Rumble, Tod Gordon and Paul Heyman.
Years later, when Kevin became the booker for World Championship Wrestling,
he and I would talk about all sorts of angles, mostly him telling me how ridiculous
my ideas were. The more consumed he became with wcw, however, the further
away we drifted as friends. But Kevin is the type of person that once hes your
friend he will always be your friend, even after you havent talked for years, which
was the case when I called to interview him for Dustys book. But if you ever get
close to Kevin never cross him. After all, who in their right mind would cross
someone who used to chew on beetle nuts, walk the streets of Calcutta and frequently got strapped to the Tree of Woe just for laughs?
Aside from meeting Kevin for the first time, this was also the first time I met
Duane Long, who shot photos for PWI. A nicer guy in the world you could not
find. On this particular night he wised me up that Bill kept getting in the way of
the wrestlers when they fought outside the ring. Instead of backing off and moving
away from them, Bill stayed where he was. Duane said some of the wrestlers were
getting angry and warned that if Bill didnt watch himself, he would end up on his
ass. Theres nothing the wrestlers hated more than someone who got in their way.
I quickly pulled Bill to the side and told him to be sure he got out of the way.
As Bill was short and stocky in stature, I knew that would potentially be a challenge for him as he wasnt exactly fast on his feet. Sure enough, before the night
was over, Bill found himself on his derriere after getting right in the middle of two
brawling wrestlers. Luckily, the office didnt say a word.
Bill was unavailable for the next few shows, so I began shooting the matches
myself. Duane knew I worked for the competition, but he showed me the ropes,
no pun intended, and taught me how to shoot from the corners to keep out of the
wrestlers way. I also paid attention to the protocol that was in place. It was as
important to know what not to shoot as what to shoot.
The Wednesday night shows, meanwhile, were starting to take their toll on my
personal life. By the time I got home and into bed it was well past midnight. I was
still working at the gas station and had to have the place open by 6 a.m. One day
I accidentally overslept, and we not only missed our morning gas business but the
weekend gasoline delivery as well. I was a longtime family friend, but had I been
anyone else my boss would have fired me on the spot. Instead he ripped into me
pretty heavily, and rightfully so.
From that point forward he didnt want to hear the word wrestling out of my
mouth again and warned me that if he did, despite how close we were, he would
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As fate would have it, however, I didnt have to worry about being fired for long.
Sharons cousin David was going into a new business venture and wanted to know
if I would be interested in an entry-level position. He offered me virtually the same
amount of money that I was making at the gas station, but instead of working from
6 a.m. to 3 p.m. six days a week, I would be working Monday to Friday from 10 a.m.
to 6 p.m. and I would no longer be up to my elbows in petroleum products.
I accepted the job without hesitation. I soon started my position as a glorified
executive assistant for a company called SpyTech, which had a storefront and office
in Miami. Working for SpyTech was fascinating; I not only met some truly strange
people, but it really educated me on both the good and bad aspects of business. It
was also there that I met the unlikely person who really opened my eyes about the
full potential of promoting.
It was around this time that I met my future wrestling business partner, Craig
Cohen. One Wednesday night Craig introduced himself to me at the War Memorial
Auditorium. Aside from frequently being the timekeeper for the matches, he often
helped ex-wrestler Danny Miller, who was the local Fort Lauderdale promoter,
with publicity and advertising. He had seen me interviewing the guys and shooting
photos, but this was the first time we really talked. During our conversation I saw
Kendall Windham walking backstage. I quickly excused myself from Craig and
walked up to Kendall, who said hello and shook my hand with an ultrasoft grip; I
had noticed nearly every single wrestler in the territory had the same dead-fish
handshake.
For those who arent aware, the kayfabe handshake, as some wrestlers call it, is
a purposely light touch between wrestlers, showing that they work light in the ring
and wont hurt you. Not knowing anything about this secret handshake
which, years later, Hiro Matsuda told me didnt exist and that I was being worked
I thought the limp wrist meant something entirely different.
As Kendall walked off and Craig walked over, I nodded my head in amazement
and said under my breath just loud enough for him to hear, Christ, are they all
faggots? Having witnessed the exchange, Craig began laughing and quickly
smartened me up. And so, with my homophobia soundly in check, Craig saved me
from further embarrassment and triggered a friendship that has been in place ever
since.
Aside from later being my much smarter business partner, Craig holds his own
little place in wrestling history. It was on a Wednesday in Fort Lauderdale, during
Lex Lugers last week working in the Florida territory, before he went to work for
Jim Crockett Promotions. Craig had brought his new 8-mm video camera to the
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he taped the matches. On this particular night Luger would face Frank Goodish,
better known to wrestling fans as Bruiser Brody, in what would become a legendary
steel cage match.
Because Brody was scheduled to be in the territory for only a few weeks I got
an opportunity to meet and interview him. Sir Oliver Humperdink, who was
managing Brody, walked me into the dressing room area and led me to a private
room off the main area. Back then, if you walked in to a dressing room unaccompanied and werent one of the boys, you could expect to walk out with your ass
in your hands.
Inside the little room, Brody was already dressed for his match, except for his
boots. As he finished tying his laces, he looked up at me and extended his hand.
Like the others, he had a light touch.
As I began asking him questions, he began wrapping his fingers with white surgical tape, and his answers were short. He was quiet and seemed distant. We were
about to do a computer match between him and Hogan in the magazine. When I
mentioned this, Humperdink said something like, Id like to see that. Brody shot
him a glance, smiled and said, Yeah, me too. Its as if they had their own little
side joke about the chances of that actually happening and what the outcome
would be.
I tried to get Brody to warm up toward me, asking him the standard questions
about his background. His answers seemed canned, as if answering them for the
thousandth time, talking about West Texas State. He seemed to shrug off my questions, until I mentioned that one of my co-contributors at Gold Belt was a good
friend of his, Tracy Ringolsby. That did the trick. Tracy and Brody went way back,
and it was then that I learned Brody had once been an aspiring journalist. I think
it was at that moment that Brody realized I wasnt a threat to him or the business.
Almost instantly he became friendly, and after a nice exchange said very matter-offactly, If you really want to know what Bruiser Brody is all about, just watch the
match tonight. Thatll tell you everything you need to know. I noticed
Humperdink smirking as he said this.
Just before the match, Bill showed up, and so with Duane there too from PWI,
it was just the three of us shooting ringside, angling our lenses between the heavy
wired fencing of the steel cage. The match would prove to be Bills last night as a
wrestling photographer.
The big question that everybody always asks is, Was it really a shoot? The
answer you get depends on who you ask. Humperdink has claimed several times
that Brodys actions were a rib pulled on Luger and that some of the wrestlers had
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on. Thinking back and


knowing how protective
Hump is of his friends and
the business, I think thats
just his way of protecting
Brodys reputation. Luger,
in Emerson Murrays book
Bruiser Brody, is quoted as
saying it was a rib, and
while he admits he was
scared to death, he also
claims that afterward he
and Brody sat down in the
locker room and talked,
resolving the issue.
There is also a videotaped interview with
Luger in which he claims
The infamous Bruiser BrodyLex Luger Cage Match
he walked across the stage
to talk to Brody afterward.
Brody had said he stopped during the match because he thought it wasnt working,
and when asked if there was heat between them, Luger has said Brody said No.
But thats not the way I remember it. As I recall, the match started off normally,
and about five or six minutes into it, all of a sudden, it was as if a light switch was
flipped and Brody just shut down, refusing to budge. Whatever Luger tried to do,
Brody didnt sell it and just stood there, staring at Luger. After a few seconds of this,
Luger turned to the referee, Bill Alfonso, and asked him what was going on. It was
apparent Fonzie wasnt clued in because he kept trying to get the guys to work
together. Come on, hed say, Lets go! After throwing a few more fists that Brody
didnt sell, Luger turned to Fonzie again and told him to open the door. When he
didnt comply, Luger seemed fed up. Seeming more pissed off than scared, he literally turned around, pushed Fonzie to the side and climbed over the cage.
I know Luger contends the two talked afterward, but that would have been
pretty hard to do considering that back in those days, the babyfaces and heels were
kept in separate locker rooms located on opposite sides of the War Memorial stage.
As a matter of fact, it was the referees job to bring the finishers from one locker
room to the other because the guys didnt have a chance to talk before the matches
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the stage, but, in reality, as soon as he got to the back, he grabbed his belongings
and bolted from the building without ever showering or changing. I believe he was
out the back door before Brody even made it back to his dressing room.
I cant say for sure the two never spoke and worked out their differences, but, if
they did, it didnt happen that night. There has been a lot said and written about
that match, some of which is true, most of which is myth or hearsay. And aside
from the original video copy that Craig still owns, most of the people who have
seen the match have only watched a multigeneration, muddied video of it.
I remember asking Hiro years later about the incident, and he told me how
angry he was at Brody for doing that to Luger making him look bad.
Apparently Crockett called him after hearing about the confrontation and gave
him a hard time since Luger was tapped to be jcps next big star. Crockett had
already begun negotiations to buy the territory, and Hiro didnt want anything
petty to jeopardize the deal.
So, was it really a shoot? I say yes, but not in the sense that Brody wanted to
beat up Luger, rather he wanted to make him look bad because Luger was leaving
the territory without doing the right thing and putting Brody over. To those of us
who were there and actually saw everything that transpired, it was somewhat surreal because it was something you just didnt see. It was as though kayfabe was
being broken in the ring.
But that would not be the only significant cage match I got to witness up close
in which Luger participated. With Crockett now running shows all over the
country, a few months later I shot photos of the Great American Bash at the Miami
Orange Bowl. The main event was the second War Games/the Match Beyond cage
match, which pitted Dusty Rhodes, Nikita Koloff, the Road Warriors (Hawk and
Animal) and Paul Ellering against the Four Horsemen and the War Machine inside
a double ring surrounded by a cage. On this particular night, the Horsemen were
comprised of Luger, Ric Flair, Arn Anderson, Tully Blanchard with Dark Journey
and Big Bubba Ray Traylor substituting for J.J. Dillon and working under a hood
as the Machine.
There were two memorable things about this particular match. First, I showed
up at the Orange Bowl right after work from SpyTech, and because the stadium
was in a bad area of town I had decided to carry a stun gun for protection. About
halfway through the show the South Florida humidity started getting to me, and
I was sweating like crazy. The stun gun shorted out, and every so often I would get
zapped. There I was trying to shoot photos around these two rings and zizz zizz
zizz . . . Not funny. Second, this was the very first time I saw a wrestler blatantly
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Half the time I would wonder how they did it. But this time, less than three feet
from my lens, Double A took a bionic elbow from Dusty, and when he hit the
canvas, he took a straight-edge blade between his thumb and forefinger and raked
it across his forehead with wanton abandon. Yikes! I never looked at a match the
same way again.
After covering the Bash, Virginia started sending me to cover other shows too.
World Class Championship Wrestling made a stop in South Florida, where I met
the late, great Gary Hart for the first time. While their crowd was modest, I had
two memorable experiences that night. The first was Gary sending me on a wild
goose chase for someone who didnt exist so I could get press credentials he
thought I was just a mark with no specific purpose. The other had nothing to do
with the matches.
A guy by the name of Howard Baum, whose father had previously run a small
organization in opposition to the Florida office and would later become an
acquaintance of mine, was also at the show shooting photos. I forget who he was
working for, but when he asked me who I was working for my response was Kay
Fabe. My answer prompted the comeback, Oh, is that the Japanese guy at Main
Event magazine? While he was actually thinking of Cheh Low, the Chinese person
who owned Pumpkin Press, being the smart-ass I was, I replied, Yes. While that
moment has always stayed fresh in my mind, Howard seems to have forgotten it.
Well, thats what he says.
Before long Virginia had me writing and photographing more and more for
Gold Belt. I not only wrote a ton of articles under pseudonyms like Sir Geoffrey
Lang, Squirrel Stephens, I. Gomez and others in addition to my real name, I even
starting shooting wwf house shows for the magazine. Back then, quality wwf
photos were hard to come by since Titan had banned all competing photographers
from shooting ringside. Virginia had been paying a small fortune for photos from
Madison Square Garden that were snapped from the upper deck. In order to get
the shots the magazine needed, I bought ringside seats at the 5,500-seat James L.
Knight Center in Miami and smuggled my telephoto lens into the building.
By shooting the action not far from the ring, almost every wrestler at one point
would look right at me during the card. Knowing I worked for a magazine, they
would either hold still long enough for me to get some great shots or work their
match toward me. Because they knew how to work toward a camera for tv it was
easy for them to do. They knew how important exposure was, even if it wasnt in
a wwf publication. The mid-card performers were more willing to play along than
the main event guys. Every once in a while, after I was spotted, the wrestlers
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good pictures. It didnt happen very often, but when it did it bothered me because
I knew that the one photo that would have ensured me a good payoff for the night
would have come from that match.
And this not only happened at wwf shows, where I shot from the audience, it
happened at nwa shows too, where I was permitted at ringside. While most of the
guys were cooperative and friendly, some becoming good friends, every once in a
while somebody would be in a bad mood, and I knew to stay out of the way on
those nights. Id be lying if I said I was welcomed at every show I shot. I wasnt.
There was one night at the Sunrise Musical Theater I will never forget because
it involved a run-in with arguably the greatest performer of our generation. It was
shortly after Crockett had bought the Florida territory. Danny Miller was the local
promoter, and, as usual I was shooting the matches from one of the corners. Unlike
other facilities, however, the ring at Sunrise was up on a stage, so to shoot the
matches I had to shoot from the back of the ring. Most of the time the wrestlers
worked away from you, so you had to be fast if you wanted to get the money shot.
What was unique about this setup, however, was that you could actually hear the
wrestlers call their moves in the ring because the crowd was so far away; the
wrestlers werent as guarded as they normally were. As a photographer, I had to pretend not to hear anything, but a lot of the times by listening I knew when the big
move was coming and could prepare for it. On this particular night, aside from
Danny being in the building, who had become a good friend and always let me
have the run of the building, Frances Crockett was there from Charlotte to check
out how things were being run. Suspiciously absent was one of the participants for
the main event, Nature Boy Ric Flair.
About a third of the way through the show, Flair finally showed up, and he was
livid. It seems the local taxi driver had taken advantage of him, and $50 later had
dropped him at the building. Ric confronted two friends of Kevin Sullivans who
were just standing in the wrong place at the wrong time. Jeff Gardner, who frequently accompanied Kevin to the ring as Abudadein, and William Blue, who
drove the guys around South Florida, were always allowed in the back. Flair didnt
care who they were and ordered them out of the backstage area. They didnt have
to be told twice. From where I sat, an inconspicuous place backstage, I saw Ric disappear into the main dressing room.
I thought nothing more of it and went about my business shooting the matches,
staying out of the way. As one of the mid-card matches was finishing up, I went
into the back to prepare my camera for the main event, between Flair and Mike
Rotunda. While I was loading my camera I heard the question, Do you belong
here? I turned around. It was Flair. He repeated himself, Do you belong here?

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Yes. Im shooting for Gold Belt magazine, I responded.


Whats your name? he asked.
He had seen me shooting at ringside before, so I wondered what was wrong.
Howard Brody, I replied.
Well, Howard, do you think we just allow anybody to shoot in our arenas?
What benefit do you bring to Jim Crockett Promotions?
I stared at him blankly.
I asked you a question, he said, demanding an answer.
Well, Ric, I began.
He cut me off. You dont know me well enough to call me Ric. I asked you a
question. If we allow you to shoot ringside, what benefit do we get out of it?
Well, you get magazine exposure, I responded. Meanwhile I looked over at
Frances, who was listening to all of this with a somewhat knowing look on her face,
but one that said dont count on me for help.
Dont look at her, he said. I didnt ask her the question. I asked you. He
then pressed me, Dont you think we help you sell more magazines and put more
money in your pocket? Dont you think we help you more than you help us? I
couldnt understand why he was acting like this. Before I could answer him, he
said, Take your stuff and get the hell out of here. I dont want to see you back here
again. Flair then turned around and walked away.
Before I could do anything, Danny walked up to me and asked, What the hell
was that all about? What did you do?
Frances finally opened her mouth: He didnt do anything. Rics in one of his
moods because he got ripped off by a taxi driver. She then turned to me, The
best thing you can do is stay out of his way tonight. Ill have a talk with him later.
It was finally time for the main event, and as I always did, I headed to ringside
to wait for the performers. But before I even made it out of the back, I saw Flair
emerge from the dressing room and, taking one look at me, turn right around and
go back inside. A minute later Danny came up to me. You cant shoot ringside
tonight, he said.
Why not? I asked.
Flair wont come out if youre at ringside. Im sorry. Youll have to shoot from
the floor.
If I was going to shoot from the floor, I might as well have not been there at all.
I left the arena pretty upset, but I would get over it.
The nwa was back the following Wednesday night, this time at the Miami
Beach Convention Center. It would be Flair against Chief Wahoo McDaniel in the
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through the back door? You guessed it! Flair.


I was expecting the worse. Instead I was greeted with, Hello Howard. How are
you tonight?
Good, I responded, dumbfounded.
Before walking into the dressing room he turned to me and said, Get some
good shots tonight.
The match was one of the most memorable I ever saw with Flair, not only
because Ric and Wahoo chopped the hell out of each other to the point where you
could see welts and broken skin on their chests, but because not a single move was
called during the whole match. The entire match was done through body language.
I also noticed that even though other photographers were at ringside, Flair worked
toward whatever corner I was shooting from. At one point Flair gigged, and he hit
the floor to get away from Wahoo right in front of me. There was no doubt about
it, Ric was making sure I got the money shot and nobody else did. After the show
was over, I was packing up my equipment and going over my notes when Ric came
out of the dressing room. As he walked by me, I called out to him, Ric! Flair
stopped and turned around. Thanks! I said. He didnt say a word. Instead, he
winked, shot me a smile, turned around and proceeded out the back door, on his
way to the next city or town. From that point forward I never had another issue
with him or any other wrestler.
Eventually Mario Savoldi made his way to Miami and promoted an icw card at
Flagler Dog Track, in the heart of a predominantly Cuban area of the city. What
was interesting was that there was not one Hispanic wrestler on the card. It was at
that show that Mario asked me to do a feature story on a local wrestler by the name
of Brian Carrerio who wrestled for icw under the ring name the Terminator. As we
were running short on time, Brian asked if I would meet him during the week at
a local wrestling school. I didnt have a problem with that and thought it would be
an interesting thing to see. The school was located in one of those long-term
storage facilities, and I saw a bunch of familiar faces that I had seen on television.
Among them were Aldo Ortiz, who became better known as Ricky Santana, and
perennial wwf jobbers Joe Mirto and Rusty Brooks. Rusty, who I had actually met
briefly at Marios show, was one of the trainers. The main trainer was none other
than Larry Simon, also known as The Great Malenko and father of Joe and Dean
Malenko. I also met a wrestler by the name of Dr. Red Roberts and a promoter by
the name of Patrick Schaefer, who was about to start a new wrestling company
called the Global Wrestling Alliance (gwa). While I was interviewing Brian I
couldnt help being distracted by Malenko and Brooks, who were teaching guys
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at its most basic, and to me it was more intriguing than any main event. It was that
little glimpse of the true behind-the-scenes workings of the business that made me
think I might have more of a future in it than just writing and snapping photos.
Almost immediately I began showing up to the twice-a-week practices.
Before long the gwa was up and running and at odds with Mario Savoldi. Rusty
and Red, who were working regularly for Mario, now gave their allegiance to
Global, as Red was pegged to be the groups initial booker. I kind of got caught in
the middle because both asked me what I knew about the other. It was my turn to
kayfabe; I pretended I didnt know a thing. While I had a certain loyalty to Mario
for pretty much ensuring I got the job with Gold Belt, Red, Rusty and Malenko welcomed me at their school with open arms. I was so welcomed into their little circle
that Malenko had me get into the ring a few times to work as a referee during practice. He explained that the referee had the hardest and at times most important job
in the ring because he had to know when to be seen and when to stay invisible, he
had to be aware of the match time and know when to give the wrestlers the high
sign to wrap up the match or, as they say in the business, to go home.
Meanwhile, one night at the Sunrise Musical Theater while covering the
Championship Wrestling from Florida matches, I noticed Red, Schaefer and a
couple of their guys sitting out in the audience. When I kept looking out at the
crowd, Craig came up to me and asked me if anything was wrong. I told him no
but pointed out that the Global guys were sitting in the stands. Unfortunately
Sullivan and Miller overheard me and asked where they were sitting. I didnt feel
comfortable doing so, but I told them, not thinking they would do anything
harmful. The next thing I knew the ring announcer was welcoming the dignitaries
from the Global Wrestling Alliance to the show. You could see them sinking in
their seats from embarrassment. I had involuntarily become a stooge for the Florida
office, and I didnt particularly like it.
The following Saturday at the wrestling school, both Patrick and Red asked me
point blank if I was the one who mentioned they were sitting in the audience. I
lied and said I hadnt. I liked the fact that the two of them trusted me and allowed
me to come to the school and talk openly with everyone. In a way I felt I had
betrayed them. I think they knew the truth but let it slide. It was a lesson learned,
and I never stooged out someone again and swore I would never put myself in a
situation where I got caught up in other peoples politics. Instead I focused on
writing stories and taking pictures no matter how mundane it had become.
But not every story I wrote was ordinary. While the vast majority of my stories
for Gold Belt were puff pieces, one of the things I was most proud of was that we
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steroids in pro wrestling. After reading a story in the Miami Herald about the rampant use of anabolic steroids in the nfl, I pitched the idea to Virginia, and although
she was reluctant, she let me tackle the issue. We did it in pretty sensational fashion
too. Along with the story we ran an artists rendering of a wrestler, who looked suspiciously like Hogan, in the crucifix pose on a hypodermic needle. While Dave
Meltzer and Alex Marvez would expose the abuse of steroids in the business a couple
of years later in the mainstream press, we were way ahead of the pack.
I interviewed about a dozen wrestlers, and although nobody admitted to using
them, they all agreed it was a problem. One night, shortly after the story hit the
newsstands, Kevin Sullivan cornered me backstage in Fort Lauderdale and warned
me to stay clear of the Road Warrior because, as he put it, Hawk was pissed. He
also called two of the people I interviewed hypocrites, claiming both regularly used
steroids. Around the time the issue came out many major newspapers and local tv
news teams were breaking stories about steroids in pro and college sports. I knew
I gambled on what the wrestlers would say to me, but I felt strongly that the issue
needed to be brought to the public. Years later, when I became president of the
nwa, I created an Internet-based awareness campaign called the Wrestling
Coalition Against Substance Abuse (wcasa) to addressed the out-of-control use of
steroids and substance dependencies.
I remember Randy and Bill Mulkey talking to me one night at a show in
Orlando and proudly stating that they didnt need steroids to attain their
physiques. Anybody who knew the Mulkeys, the most famous jobbers in pro
wrestling at the time and two of the nicest people youd ever want to meet, knew
that their less-than-impressive bodies were perhaps more likely the result of eating
tuna fish sandwiches than taking steroids. I suppose being the whipping boys of
the nwa meant you didnt have to possess a bodybuilders physique.
The guys from Global, meanwhile, didnt seem to mind the story at all, and
Rusty, at 350 pounds, would sarcasticly say that he got his figure through steroid
use. It seemed the more time I spent at the wrestling school the closer I became to
the guys there, and every once in a while I would make a weekend jaunt up to
Tampa to see Malenkos operations on that side of the state. Before long, Global
was gearing up for its first tv taping at the Diplomat Hotel in Hollywood, Florida,
with an interesting mix of veterans and young, untested talent. Some of the veterans included Cyclone Negro (managed by the Great Malenko), Raul Mata,
Adrian Street, Jackie Pollo, Bugsy McGraw and the brother duo of Joe and Dean
Malenko. Angelo Poffo, the father of Leaping Lanny and Randy Savage, was also
part of the group, doing a sea captain gimmick and managing a team called the
Predators, which was comprised of Shark Murphy (longtime Florida veteran Bob

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Cook under a hood) and


Brian The Terminator
Carrerio, who had changed
his named to Piranha Steele;
Brian would get a nice little
push in Texas a few years
later, working as the Thing
and feuding with Bruiser
Brody. It was around this
time that Patrick started dangling a carrot in front of me
about creating a magazine for
them. Thats all it took to get
me fired up on the project.
Within a week I had come up
with a mock-up for the gwa
magazine.
Incorporated in May 86,
the gwa was put up for public
sale in late April 1987, with
Miss Linda and Exotic Adrian Street were two of the recognized
seven million shares of overstars who joined the gwa
the-counter penny stock
selling at 40 cents per share.
The holding company that controlled the gwa penny stock was a Boca Raton
group called Integrated Business Corp. Penny stocks are securities that sell for less
than one dollar per share. Since information about the issuing companies is often
scarce, they can be easy targets for deceptive brokers.
With trading active, the Global stock rose to as high as 75 cents per share, but
the house of cards the company was built on came tumbling down. Although the
company was authorized to issue 75 million common shares of stock at $.0001 par
value, they never got close to that and ceased wrestling operations in early 1989,
amid a major federal investigation around a penny stock scam that had netted F.D.
Roberts Securities Inc. $67 million.
Not long after the groups first set of television tapings, the board of directors at
gwa replaced Schaefer because he was supposedly going through money like it was
water; $50,000 for their first two hours of television. Red replaced him, but neither Red nor Schaefer actually managed the companys finances. That job belonged
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Edison, their corporate attorney. Although Sherman and Edison were responsible
for managing the companys finances and at one point tried to negotiate with
Randy Macho Man Savage through his father, Angelo Poffo, to get him to jump
from the wwf to the gwa by offering him one million dollars in stock the real
financial kingpin at Integrated was its company founder and major stockholder,
Daniel Tucker, the brother of F.D. Robertss chairman, Leonard Tucker.
F.D. Roberts apparently used every trick in the book to fleece unwitting stock
purchasers in New Jersey, Florida and across the country, then U.S. Attorney
Samuel Alito told the West Palm Beach Post in May 89. The licenses of 35 Roberts
brokers 16 of who worked in Boca Raton were revoked for fraudulent sales
practices and for charging exorbitant commissions.
The scheme was for F.D. Roberts to locate or create companies, which usually
existed only on paper and had few or no assets, that would make an initial public
offering of stock just as the gwa had done. F.D. Roberts would then purchase the
stock in nominee accounts that its officials referred to as dirt-bag accounts.
Robertss stockbrokers would conceal their ownership in the accounts while they
touted and sold the securities at inflated prices. The slick spiel the brokers gave
which often guaranteed investors incredible returns lured investors and earned
some brokers right out of college about $10,000 a month.
Brokers aggressively bought stock in companies in which F.D. Roberts officials
had a financial interest, such as Integrated Business, which owned the gwa, a move
calculated to net the company money and drive up stock prices. Clients who
sought to get rid of their stock would be discouraged from selling, if they persisted,
their sell orders were destroyed or their brokers were unavailable.
One of the most disturbing aspects of the scam came when a man named
Enrico Ricky Galiardo, identified in New Jersey court records as an associate of
Joseph Joe Butch Corrao, the alleged treasurer for the John Gotti crime family,
was linked with the group. Former company officials later testified in federal court
that the firm did indeed have ties to organized crime.
Investigators and prosecutors pursued and secured 30 guilty pleas. While
Integrated Businesss Daniel Tucker had to cough up $125,000 in penalties and
repayments, F.D. Robertss Lenny Tucker had to repay $4.3 million. Both brothers
ended up serving prison time for their role in the scam.
With Red going from being their head of talent relations to their head of operations, Bob Roop was hired to be the gwas new booker. With this new direction
they hired Gordon Solie to do their television. It was a smart move. Gordon, who
had found himself without work when Crockett took full control of Florida, could
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untested talent than they had previously. Gordon not only gave the gwas product
stability but, in Florida, credibility.
But Gordon wasnt a hundred percent happy with Global. Shortly after being
hired, Gordon went to South Florida on a Friday night for the two tapings the gwa
would be doing the next day. Once a month, Global would shoot two episodes on a
Saturday afternoon and then, after a break, shoot two more episodes in the evening.
Gordon called to tell me he was in town and asked if I wanted to meet him at
his hotel. I had already made plans with Craig to hit some of the local strip clubs
since Sharon was working, but I was always willing to spend time with the Dean.
When Craig arrived to pick me up I told him that we had to make a stop to see
Gordon, and he was thrilled. On the way though, per Gordons request, we had to
stop at a liquor store to pick up a small bottle of vodka Gordon had a reputation for hitting the bottle. In his eulogy, Tom McEwan, an iconic newspaper
veteran from the Tampa Tribune and a friend of Gordons for nearly 50 years, said
he should be inducted into the drinking hall of fame.
I scanned the store shelves, and there were so many different brands to choose
from I didnt know which to go with. My first inclination was to buy a bottle of
Stolichnaya. As a rib, Craig tried to talk me into buying a brand called Gordons.
Although we had become pretty good friends over the phone at this point, and years
later I would affectionately refer to my mentor as Gordon Stoli, I didnt think
Gordon would appreciate it if I bought alcohol that brandished his name. As the
clerk stood there listening, he asked if we were buying the vodka for Gordon Solie.
How the hell did you know that? Craig asked him.
Just a guess, the clerk responded.
It took Gordon a few minutes to answer our knock on his hotel door, and he
greeted us wearing his standard guayabera shirt and holding an ever-present
Benson & Hedges menthol cigarette. Its about time, Brody, he said, accepting
the paper bag I presented to him, which contained the bottle of Stoli.
Sitting in a chair by the lone desk in the room, Gordon positioned himself
toward us. He told us to take a seat while he opened the bottle and poured his
vodka on the rocks.
Would you like some? he asked Craig, motioning with his drinking glass. He
knew not to ask me as I didnt drink.
No thanks, Craig said, as sweat began beading on his forehead.
Its not that Craig was nervous, he wasnt and neither was I, but we were both
sweating like pigs. For whatever reason, Gordon did not have the air-conditioning
turned on, and the combination of South Florida humidity and stuffiness in the
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Although I had spoken to him on the phone several times since he had left his
job with the Florida office, this was really the first time we got to talk.
So what happened? I asked point blank. Why did they let you go?
Who knows? He said, sipping his elixir. I guess they figure Im too old for
this shit too old to do them any good. The they and them Gordon was
referring to was jcp.
Over the years there has been some debate over whether or not Gordon was let
go from his job or if he quit, as some members of his family contend. When jcp
took over the Florida territory, Gordon stayed on, but within a couple of months
he was asked to do another television show without any additional compensation.
Thats when the details get sketchy. The only thing that we can be sure of is that
Gordon soon found himself without a job.
Well, what about Dusty . . . I began, Couldnt he do anything?
Gordon blurted out, Fuck him, that fat tub of shit!
Craig and I couldnt help but laugh out loud. Here was the most respected
announcer in wrestling history swearing like a sailor.
It was obvious that Gordon was bitter. He felt that Dusty, being Crocketts
booker and having a lot of stroke with the company, could have stepped up and
kept the status quo or made things a little easier. After all, Gordon was to Dusty
what Howard Cosell was to Muhammad Ali. While they both had their individual
successful careers, in many ways their legends were intertwined. Gordon was there
as Dusty transformed into the American Dream and Dusty was the star when
Gordon first gained national prominence.
After calming down about Crockett, the conversation shifted to the gwa, and
Gordon was apprehensive about the groups success. He felt they had too many
untested young wrestlers and really needed some veterans to make a go of it. While
he liked the enthusiasm of who they did have and had confidence in Roops
booking ability, he questioned whether their product would be credible without
any big-name veterans. He seriously doubted they could draw with a roster that
included only Bugsy McGraw, Ox Baker, the Iron Sheik and Corporal Kirshner
to complement their young contingency.
I suppose Gordons feelings finally surfaced because his marriage to Global
didnt last very long. The gwa got wind that Gordon was getting ready to start a
new Tampa-based promotion with Mike Graham and Steve Keirn. True to
wrestling politics, when Gordon was fired, Red and Roop did a mock eulogy, basically saying his career was dead.
In a way it was quite ironic because, unbeknownst to them, the gwa itself was
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they had to deal with on a regular basis. The brother-in-law of one of the gwa
board members left a message for Red late in the day one Friday afternoon, stating
I got us on espn. Since he didnt leave his number and Red had no way of
reaching him, all weekend long Red and Roop were on cloud nine. They knew
through their contacts in the business that espn was paying Verne Gagne $4,000 a
week for his awa show, and even if they paid the gwa $3,000 a week, the cash infusion would help them accomplish nearly everything they hoped. But on Monday
morning the bother-in-law finally got in touch with them, and when they asked
for the deal specifics the guy said: And we only have to pay them $8,000 per
week! That deal never materialized.
Although the gwa had no resources to do their own magazine as Schaefer had
once promised, the thought of doing my own publication had again sparked my
creative juices. I decided to see if I could land my own title, and I went for
someones jugular my old friend George Napolitano.
While I was working for Gold Belt I had noticed the quality of Main Event had
gone down with Napolitano at the helm, so I reached out to Cheh Low, the publisher, to see if I could get him to make a change. We spoke on and off for nearly
two months. He was reluctant at first, but when he realized George was working
for another publisher in direct competition to Main Event, things did not bode
well for Main Event. After a series of conversations, Cheh pretty much agreed to
what I was looking for, and we just had to make it official. We set up a meeting in
New York to seal the deal. Meanwhile, he had hired an interim editor named Sandy
Krebs, who would be in place until I started.
Before going to New York I contacted Roy Nelson, who was working for a
major law firm there, and told him of my pending arrangement. Roy was networked in with a variety of sports agents and literary representatives, and I wanted
him to look over any contract I got from Pumpkin Press. Since I would be working
in the city, I also asked him to try to find some potential living accommodations
for me and Sharon on Long Island. A couple of months earlier, I had introduced
Virginia to him to help her secure a better deal with Mavety Publishing, the company that owned Gold Belt.
Before my meeting, Roy drove me around to different parts of the island and
showed me the best places to live. When we stopped for lunch at a little cafeteria,
Roy grabbed an envelope and said he wanted to show me something.
You have to promise me you cant say anything about this, he said.
I kind of shrugged it off. What do you have? I asked.
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Ok, I said, I promise.


Im showing this to you because Im your friend.
Roy then pulled the contents out of the envelope, a stack of papers with handwritten notes on them. The handwriting looked familiar. He then plopped it down
in front of me.
I felt like Shelly Duvals character in The Shining when she sneaks a look at the
work Jack Nicholsons character has done, only to find pages and pages of All work
and no play makes Jack a bad boy.
The handwriting looked familiar because it was Virginias. The papers were stories I had submitted in the several months I had worked for her. In an attempt to
build herself up, she had decided to tear me down. Every page was marked with
crossed out text, syntax changes and in some cases complete rewrites. Its one thing
if my writing had been as bad and unintelligible as she made it out to be, but the
stories I had submitted for publication were changed very little before making it to
print. This was a deliberate and egregious attack on me.
As I sat there with my mouth agape, Roy said, Shes no friend and theres no
way Im helping her.
I felt so betrayed because she was someone I had allowed into my home.
Virginia had both my wife and I bamboozled. Not only did she stick a knife in my
back, but she twisted it to ensure she would cause as much damage as possible.
Only a few days earlier she had told me how great an opportunity it would be if I
were to take the position at Main Event. She had said she was so happy for me. To
me this cut was a hundred times worse than the one Napolitano had inflicted. To
borrow a line from Dusty, who had once described someone who was hiding their
true self to him, she was a one-eyed jack and I saw the other side of her face.
The next day I went to the Empire State Building for my meeting with Cheh.
I put the nonsense from the day before out of my head, and planned to deal with
it when I got home. After waiting in the reception area for what seemed like forever, Cheh came out and escorted me back to his office. We sat down, and
immediately he started to tell me his plans for the magazine. He handed me the
latest galley proof (an uncorrected pre-printed copy) of the current issue and asked
me what I thought of it. As I began looking it over, I could see immediately it was
a marked improvement over what I had seen in recent months, and when I began
reading one of the articles that Sandy had written, I realized this guy was damn
good with the pen. Cheh wanted to know when I could make the move to New
York to start. Sandy and I had about the same experience, but Cheh liked my
enthusiasm. The only thing I didnt care for was that Sandy had no idea I was there
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an interim fix. As far as he knew, I was there to be interviewed for an open writing
position. The reality was, however, Cheh wanted me to talk to him to see where he
would best fit in once I started; it was he who was being interviewed, but he didnt
know it. Before being sent out to speak with him, however, Cheh asked me about
Virginia Bowes.
What about her? I asked, curious that he would bring up her name.
Is she a good editor?
Shes okay, I said warily. Why do you ask?
Cheh explained that he had got a call from her the day before, inquiring about
the editors job, and she had mentioned my name she apparently said that while
I had some good ideas, my writing needed a lot of work, and I wouldnt make a
good editor. I couldnt just sit there and be a punching bag. I told Cheh exactly
what I thought . . .
Virginia was unhappy where she was and wanted to make more money. She
always felt that, as a woman, she was underpaid, and she knew that the job at Main
Event, which had a much larger circulation than Gold Belt, would give her what she
wanted. I told Cheh that she knew I was coming to New York to finalize things
and this was her way of trying to undermine me so she could get the job herself.
Cheh studied me for a few minutes without saying a word.
I didnt like her tact, he finally said, breaking the silence. I would never hire
a person like that no matter how good she might be. She is lucky I dont call George
Mavety and tell him she is looking for a new job. George Mavety was the publisher of Gold Belt and someone Cheh knew personally.
Although I was relieved that Cheh thought that way, I was still aggravated and
unnerved: here I am getting ready to embark on something I really want, and this
pariah is trying to screw me. In a way, I wished Cheh would have called George
Mavety. If ever I wanted to slug someone, it was right then.
But I had to put that out of my mind. It was now time for me to chat with
Sandy Krebs. After a few minutes of chatting at his desk, Sandy suggested we grab
lunch and led me to a little restaurant a couple of blocks away. After about 10 minutes of talking with Sandy, I realized that he was as geniunely passionate about the
wrestling business as I was. He not only came across as a professional, he was comfortable being a little off-color and out of the box. The main thing that stood out
for me was that he didnt have that obnoxious self-importance I had found in other
wrestling journalists.
After lunch, I told Sandy that I had remembered something I needed to tell
Cheh before leaving, so I excused myself and went back Chehs office. While Cheh
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and wouldnt be taking his offer after all. I told him that, after listening to Sandy
and seeing his work, I thought he already had the right person for the job and that
Sandy should be given every opportunity to succeed. While Cheh was shocked at
my decision and I was a little surprised myself I told him that in good conscience I couldnt do to Sandy what Virginia was trying to do to me. I was too good
for that.
I thanked Cheh for the opportunity, said goodbye to Sandy, who I now had a
tremendous amount of respect for, and left with the knowledge that I would most
likely never work for another wrestling magazine again. Believe it or not, I was okay
with that choice. While I would have to work hard to do something else in the
wrestling business, I still had my principles intact.
In a way, it was no different from how I got the nod over Alex Marvez, an established pro wrestling and National Football League journalist, to help pen Dusty
Rhodess book for Sports Publishing. When I learned Alex was interested in
working with Dusty, I called him. Alex and I had a great history together because
I basically broke him into the wrestling business and had known him when he was
still in high school. I told him how much I wanted to write the book and asked if
I could collaborate with him. Without hesitation, however, Alex, being respectful
of our long-standing friendship and knowing how much writing the book would
mean to me, graciously withdrew from the project. He didnt withdraw because I
was a better writer or he thought I was best for the project, but because he knew I
was competent, would be passionate about working with Dusty and it would fulfill a lifetime goal of mine, writing a book.
When I got back to Florida, I filled Sharon in, and she agreed I had made the
right decision.
I now had some unsettled business with Virginia, who had accrued a fairly substantial balance owed to me for stories and photos I had submitted. Unlike other
publications, where the magazine paid me directly, she had a deal in which she was
paid a lump sum to run the magazine, and out of that money she had to pay any
writers, photographers, etc. She owed me $3,125.
Within a few days, Virginia called to ask me how my meetings had gone. I told
her I did not get the job. I didnt tell her it was my decision because I wanted her
to think she cost me the position and perhaps still had a chance for it. She then put
on this really phony act, telling me how disappointed she was for me. It made me
sick. I then dropped the hammer and told her that I would need my money and
couldnt send her any more material until I was paid. Without hesitation she promised to get the bill settled with me.
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me I called her to see what the holdup was. Virginia promised again she would
send it. Two weeks turned into three weeks, and then a month turned into two
months. Virginia started ducking my phone calls. I eventually hired a collection
agency. It wouldnt be until 1989 that I finally got the issue settled, and by then
Virginia had been fired from Gold Belt. The collection agency recommended taking
Virginia to court because all collection efforts were exhausted. When Virginia did
not answer the summons to appear on December 13, 1989, a default judgment was
entered. I had won the case but had no money. The only thing I could do was use
the judgment as a levy against her if she either attempted to sell any property or keep
a savings account, but they couldnt find any accounts in her name.
Three months later, Virginia tried to buy photos from Pete Lederberg, a friend
of Craigs who shot for many magazines as a freelancer. Pete was aware of my issues
with Virginia and gave me the blank check she had sent to him because, with the
judgment, I could go after her bank account. I immediately turned over the information to my collection agency because the name on the account was not hers.
After a little research we learned that Virginia Bowes wasnt her real name, it was
her work name. Virginia was actually Catherine Ferrone. However, even under
that name, she had no money in the bank. No property. Nothing!
I finally gave up. Besides, my mind was now focused on a new wrestling obsession promoting. By the end of 89 Craig and I had founded and launched the
Wild Women of Wrestling, and, unfortunately, I would never be the same again.

I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I
know no way of judging of the future but by the past.
Edward Gibbon ()

FOUR

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Championship Wrestling from Florida promoter Eddie Graham (center)


receives an award for community service

The line it is drawn


The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin.
Bob Dylan (), The Times They Are A-Changin

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When Craig Cohen and I decided to start a professional wrestling company in 1989,
the landscape of the industry was very different. There werent hundreds of independent promoters and promotions out there. Only a handful of promoters across
the country worked outside the boundaries of the wrestling establishment, and they
were considered outlaw groups by those who controlled the industry. Also unlike
today, the local outlaws actually worked together. Not only did they often use the
same crew of wrestlers, they worked together when scheduling their shows, used the
same ring and, like the more established companies, honored each others territorial boundaries. While there were always a few who strayed from the pack, for the
most part there was a code of honor in place.
For as far back as there has been a wrestling establishment, there have been outlaws. However, back in the day when an outlaw promotion sprang up, they were
often paid a visit, sometimes by more established wrestling stars who would go into
the ring with their counterparts and stretch them, sometimes by local police and
fire marshals looking for violations to shut their shows down, sometimes by state
athletic commission representatives to ensure all the paperwork was in place and
even sometimes by crooked-nosed thugs who would show up in the middle of the
night. It was a dirty business.
Some old timers, including Dusty Rhodes, claim that wrestling, in many ways,
used the mafias blueprint. You cant help but acknowledge the similarities.
After the National Wrestling Alliance (nwa) was officially formed in 1948, the
sport was carved into slices, and everyone at the table ate well. Every so often there
would be a flare up between promoters, but those issues were usually solved
quickly. Even after the American Wrestling Association (awa) was formed in 1960
and the World Wide Wrestling Federation (wwwf) was founded in 1963, nobody
at the table ever tried to eat off of someone elses plate. Anyone who tried was
immediately stopped by the family. That would change in the early 80s, when
Vincent Kennedy McMahon, also known as Vince McMahon Jr. or simply Junior,
began to expand his company nationally, first buying up key nwa territories and
then going head-to-head with the rest. In the meantime, the professional wrestling
hierarchy was intact, with their unwritten agreement to honor territorial boundaries and recognize each others champions.
While Junior would certainly be the one to stir the turbulent promotional brew
of the 80s, his idea of a national promotion company in opposition to the establishment was hardly original. In late 1974 Pedro Martinez, a small-time promoter
from upstate New York who ran the Buffalo and Cleveland territories and was not
part of the wrestling establishment, hooked up with Eddie Einhorn to launch the
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Einhorn, who had a lot of clout in the broadcasting industry, bankrolled the
project, and for the first time an outlaw group had the money to compete with the
established industry. Einhorn had founded the TVS Television Network to telecast
college basketball games to regional networks in 1960, when the sport was of no
interest to the national networks. By 1980 he had sold his interest in the network
to become the head of CBS Sports, and later he became a minority owner of the
Chicago White Sox with Jerry Reinsdorf.
The iwa was the first wrestling company to offer guaranteed contracts to
wrestlers. In January 75, sporting a roster that included such established stars as
Ernie Ladd, Mil Mascaras, Ox Baker, Dick The Bulldog Brower, Ivan Koloff, the
Mighty Igor and the Mongols, the iwa began shooting television in Savannah,
Georgia.
To counter the iwas move, the established promoters worked together. For
example, in an attempt to keep the iwa off of television in New York, Eddie
Graham, the majority owner of the Florida territory, sent his tape to Vince
McMahon Sr. so the World Wide Wrestling Federation could put the show in a
time slot meant for the iwa. But the block didnt work. Because of Einhorns connections, the iwas syndicated wrestling program hosted by Jack Reynolds and Tex
McKenzie ended up on an even more powerful tv station New Yorks wor
channel 9.
This head-to-head competition became commonplace. In the Carolinas,
Crockett was fending off the outlaw promotion at every turn and frequently battled them in court as well as at the turnstiles.
Unlike the companies that attempted to present a national product in opposition to the World Wrestling Federation/World Wrestling Entertainment years later,
the iwa was not done in by a lack of funds or a shortage of talent. What ultimately
caused its demise was its inability to get into the major arenas, which were locked
up by the established promoters. According to Einhorn, in the 2003 book
Chokehold by Jim Wilson and Weldon T. Johnson, the iwas inability to get into
Madison Square Garden and the Nassau County Coliseum on Long Island, among
other prime facilities, was the reason the company failed. The iwa was forced to
run in facilities not conducive to wrestling, like Roosevelt Stadium in Jersey City,
New Jersey, and the Beacon Theatre in Manhattan.
After sinking an estimated $500,000 into the iwa, Einhorn pulled the plug on
his investment and the company folded. Martinez tried to keep the business alive
by bringing in Johnny Powers to be his partner, but that was short-lived. While
they had previously done business together in New York and Ohio, they ran the
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money. As for Einhorn, it would not be the last time he would try his hand at pro
wrestling.
The old guard was safe . . . but not for long. The concept of a national company intrigued Junior, and being the son of one of the most powerful promoters of
the establishment, he set wheels in motion. While a lot of the old-timers say Junior
was nothing like his old man, Vince Jr. likely learned how to go against the grain
from his father. Even though the elder McMahon was loyal to his cronies, when it
came to business, he was not above being a little bit of a rebel himself.
In 1953, the same year Capitol Wrestling Corporation joined the nwa, they
brought Vince Sr. into the company to replace his father, Jess. Jess had co-owned
Capitol Wrestling with legendary wrestling promoter Toots Mondt, and together
they were a formidable force. Vince Sr. and Mondt became a successful team too,
and in some ways Vince had a better head for wrestling than his father. Within a
short time, Mondt and Vince Sr. controlled about three quarters of the nwas
booking, leveraging their dominance of the heavily populated Northeast, with
cities like New York, Boston, Philadelphia and Washington, DC, under their promotion umbrella. Mondt showed the second generation McMahon the ropes of
the wrestling business and how booking worked.
By late 1962 the nwa stronghold, which included promoters Sam Muchnick
from St. Louis, Frank Tunney from Toronto, Fred Kohler from Chicago and Doc
Sarpolis from Texas, among others, were unhappy with the direction of the
booking. The nwa recognized an undisputed world heavyweight champion who
traveled from territory to territory defending the belt, and at the time the champion was Nature Boy Buddy Rogers.
The rest of the nwa didnt like that Mondt rarely allowed Rogers to wrestle outside of the Northeast. While Mondt and McMahon wanted Rogers to keep the
title, the other promoters wanted to put it on someone who would be willing to
work the circuit regularly. For the nwa the decision to pull the strap off Rogers was
easy because he was unwilling to put up the $25,000 deposit required to insure he
would honor his commitments as champion.
When Rogers put over Lou Thesz for the title in a one-fall January 63 match
in Toronto, it led to Mondt, McMahon and Capitol Wrestling leaving the nwa in
protest and giving birth to the World Wide Wrestling Federation. By April, Rogers
was awarded the new wwwf world championship following a fictitious tournament victory in Rio de Janeiro.
Rogers lost the title to Bruno Sammartino a month later, after allegedly suffering a heart attack a few days before their match. Supposedly to accommodate
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been a shadow of doubt over the match, with some claiming the heart attack story
was concocted by Rogers because he didnt want to put Sammartino over, and so
the less time he had to spend in the ring with him the better. When Rogers was
alive he claimed the heart attack was legit and was the only reason he gave up the
title, arguing that Capitol would never have left the nwa otherwise. Sammartino
always claimed Rogers was full of baloney, citing that poor attendance in New York
triggered the title switch and Vince Sr. bringing him back from Toronto, where he
had been working for Frank Tunney after he had initially been cast off and blackballed by McMahon. As the other story goes, in order to get Rogers in the ring with
Sammartino, Rogers was not told of the planned title switch. It was only when
both men met at the center of the ring that Sammartino informed Rogers, This
is it, and when he put Rogers up on his shoulders for a backbreaker, Sammartino
told him to just give up, to which he complied.
With Capitol Wrestling withdrawn from the nwa and promoting under its own
banner, the territory was no longer under the protection of the rest of the
wrestling family, and Jim Crockett Sr. began to make a move into the Northeast.
However, because Mondt and Muchnick had parted on good terms, Muchnick was
able to get the rest of the nwa members to apply pressure and make Crockett back
off his invasion plans. As part of the deal brokered between Muchnick and Mondt,
Vince Sr. sat on the nwa board of directors, no other territory was recognized in
the Northeast and the wwwf champion would not be recognized as a world
champion. Over the ensuing years, to show there was a working agreement in
place, there would be a series of title versus title matches, usually resulting in draws
or double disqualifications.
As television began to play a more important role in promoting pro wrestling,
Mondts influence in the business started to weaken, as he was basically an old-time
arena booker and was never able to grasp television. In 1965 Mondt stepped down
as the wrestling promoter at Madison Square Garden and turned it over to his business partner. Mondt had a terrible gambling addiction, lost his focus, and allowed
the business-minded McMahon to squeeze him out. Vince Sr. bought Mondts
shares of Capitol and, despite their clashes over the years, kept his former partner
around as a salaried employee out of loyalty. In 1976, after a long illness, Mondt
died nearly penniless.
In 65, some nwa promoters were talking about reunification with the wwwf.
Sammartino had become so incredibly popular that he was picked to defeat Thesz,
becoming the first wrestler to simultaneously hold both the nwa and wwwf titles.
Sammartino, only getting every other weekend off as wwwf champ, balked at the
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ceased when nwa officials selected Gene Kiniski to replace Thesz.


In late June 76, a week before Americas bicentennial celebrations, Vince Jr.
played a big role in the Muhammad Ali versus Antonio Inoki fight. The younger
McMahon helped coordinate more than 150 closed-circuit tv locations across the
U.S. to broadcast the match. In many cities Atlanta, Chicago and Houston
among them the match was the last bout shown in conjunction with a live
wrestling card. While the specific broadcast depended on the local wrestling territory it was seen in, locations also got to see the Andre the Giant versus Chuck
Wepner match from Shea Stadium, which McMahon promoted.
Because of the closed-circuit broadcasts huge draw from coast-to-coast, the
door was open for the McMahons and the Japanese to do more business. Two years
later, Hisashi Shimma, the chairman of New Japan Pro Wrestling (njpw) and one
of its bookers, became the figurehead president of the wwwf. While in that position he negotiated a talent-sharing arrangement between njpw and the wwwf and
opened the door for Japanese junior heavyweights like Tatsumi Fujinami and
Satoru Sayama, as Tiger Mask, to gain international prominence.
In March 1979, at the urging of Vince Jr., the World Wide Wrestling Federation
changed its name to the World Wrestling Federation and began using the shortened wwf moniker. The change was purely cosmetic, however, as the ownership
and front office personnel remained the same. Later that year, Vince Jr. and his
wife, Linda, purchased the Cape Cod Coliseum in Massachusetts, where they promoted hockey games and concerts in addition to pro wrestling. Vince Jr. wanted
to prove to his father, as well as himself, that he would be capable of running the
wwf after his fathers eventual retirement.
Meanwhile, with the Japanese presence appearing to be solidly in place at
Capitol Wrestling, rumors began circulating in the front office that Vince Sr. was
entertaining the idea of selling controlling interest of the company to njpws
founder, Antonio Inoki, and his Japanese partners. In what appeared to be a precursor to that transaction, and as a favor to Inoki, Bob Backlund dropped the wwf
title to him during a December 79 tour, only to take the belt back at the end of
the tour.
A short title switch was pretty commonplace. The nwa title was swapped on
three different tours of Japan between All Japan Pro Wrestlings Giant Baba and
Jack Brisco (in 1974) and Harley Race (in 1979 and again in 1980). In a cloud of
controversy, however, Shimma, acting as wwf president, overruled the decision,
claiming interference from Tiger Jeet Singh, and declared Inoki to still be the
champ. Inoki refused the belt, however, and Backlund regained the vacant title
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by World Wrestling Entertainment and the switch was concealed from wwf fans
until Pro Wrestling Illustrated began publishing the results of matches in the late
90s.
As 1980 came into focus and with rumors in full force, some of Vince Sr.s old
cronies began to bail from the company. Junior, meanwhile, incorporated Titan
Sports and soon had his eye on his fathers empire. When the elder McMahon
learned he had cancer in 1982, he sold Capitol Sports to his son. Linda and Vince
McMahon Jr. now owned the wwf under the corporate structure of Titan Sports.
Vince Sr. succumbed to his illness in May 1984.
Under Vincent Kennedy McMahons leadership, the wwf soon became the
largest and most powerful professional wrestling organization in the world.
However that label didnt come easily to the McMahons. After taking complete
control of the company, and despite his fathers warnings, the younger McMahon
set the groundwork for an international expansion program that would enable him
to promote in opposition strongholds, such as Los Angeles, St. Louis, Chicago and
Miami, and assemble the greatest collection of wrestling talent since the major promoter trusts of the mid- and late 1920s.
Although unfounded, there have been stories claiming Vince Sr. tried to get
others in the business to stop his son from expanding the wwf. While that may
sound contentious, it is common knowledge that Vince Sr. was unhappy about his
son going head to head with his former associates. One has to wonder what drove
that reluctance. Was it really because he didnt want his son to put the old guard
out of business as many claim? Was Vince Sr. really that loyal? Did he feel some
kind of obligation to the nwa because they didnt put him out of business 20 years
earlier when they had the chance? Or was he afraid of what the old guard might
try, such as strong arm tactics that could endanger his son and family?
To Vince Sr., wrestling was still a dirty game. As for Vince Jr., he was on a mission. For him and his wife, it was success or bust.
By late 1984, Titan Sports was on the verge of bankruptcy. Owing money to
creditors because of their carefree spending, the McMahons gambled that their
investment to expand their brand would pay off. Part of that investment was the
purchasing of key regional companies, such as Jack Tunneys territory in Toronto,
Mike LeBells territory in California and Georgia Championship Wrestling (gcw),
on what would later be referred to in the industry as Black Saturday. But with
Muchnick, the glue that held the nwa together, retiring from the wrestling business and WrestleMania just around the corner, the stage was set for the wwf to
forge ahead on its own terms.
The following year the company grossed in excess of $75 million and brought

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professional wrestling into the mainstream and to nontraditional wrestling


fans because of their ties to celebrities
like Mr. T and carrot-topped rocker
Cyndi Lauper, who was the centerpiece
of the wwfs RocknWrestling pr campaign. All of a sudden it was cool to be
a wrestling fan.
It seemed almost destined for the
McMahon and Crockett families to
battle it out for wrestling supremacy.
After all, if not for Muchnick persuading the other nwa members to
apply pressure to Crockett Sr. in 63
when he began his assault on the elder
McMahons territory, the outcome of
the war between the promoters might
have been very different.
Despite what groups like the
American Wrestling Association, the
Ric Flair (top) and Barry Windham were both key to
Universal Wrestling Federation (uwf)
jcps success
and World Class claimed, the second
largest promotional company in North America during the 80s was Jim Crockett
Promotions (jcp), and they were the only group besides the wwf that arguably promoted nationally. Operated by the Crockett family, who also owned the Charlotte
Orioles minor league baseball franchise at the time, the company was based in
Charlotte, where Jim Crockett Sr. had started his company in 1931. Attracting more
than one million paying customers annually, the flagship promotion of the nwa
was most famous for its annual Starrcade super cards, which regularly grossed more
than $500,000, and its Great American Bash extravaganzas.
With a strong collection of pure wrestling talent including Ric Flair, the
multitalented multi-time nwa world heavyweight champion who was generally
considered the best grappler in the industry the nwa tried to promote its
wrestlers as athletes rather than cartoon characters. Although every so often they
would present a goofy gimmick like the New Breed who were supposed to come
from the future or Lazertron, who was supposed to be from outer space the nwa
presented itself seriously, with wrestlers involved in longer and much faster-paced
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While jcp produced two weekly syndicated television programs, they did not
get national exposure until they took over the wtbs time slot on Atlantas
SuperStation from McMahon. Once their spot on wtbs was secured, and considering they had expanded their market penetration with the acquisitions of
Championship Wrestling from Florida and the Universal Wrestling Federation,
they were ready to go head to head with the wwf on a national stage.
Unfortunately, Crockett grossly miscalculated his battle plan and soon found
himself millions of dollars in the hole, which forced him to sell his company to
Turner Broadcasting.
While fingers will always be pointed, a lot of critics blame Dusty Rhodess elaborate spending and questionable creative direction for jcps demise. In Dusty:
Reflections of an American Dream, Rhodes claimed it was Crockett who didnt pay
attention to his spending and that he should have stepped forward to take control.
While that statement is debatable, I agree with it. Part of Crocketts problem was
that Dave Johnson, his bookkeeper, didnt tell him just how bad things were getting. According to Rhodes, as well as others, Johnson waited nearly a full year
before dropping the bomb on Crockett as to just how much he owed. As Dusty so
aptly put it in his book, My job was not to sit in there with Dave Johnson and tell
Jimmy Crocket youre five million dollars in debt.
The fact that jcp was a small regional promotion until the mid-70s not only
illustrated the importance of having a major television contract, talented wrestlers
and fresh ideas in order to promote nationally and survive, it proved that a group
must have a focused businessman in command.
The majority of jcps debt was accrued by spending too much too fast. Aside
from paying a small fortune to the wwf for their tbs time slot, over a two-year
period Crockett consolidated six nwa territories under his banner, including Bob
Geigels territories in Kansas City and St. Louis (which he had bought from the
retiring Muchnick in January 82), Championship Wrestling from Florida and Bill
Watts Universal Wrestling Federation, which has been reported to have come with
a $4 million price tag.
Some have claimed Watts asked McMahon to buy him out, talent contracts and
all, and, in an attempt to apply pressure, threatened McMahon with an antitrust
lawsuit in New Orleans (since Louisiana was the only state operating under the
Napoleonic code of laws, which meant a judge could decide the outcome based on
precedence). As the story goes, McMahon balked at the offer and instead suggested
Watts try to sell his territory to Crockett and come work for the wwf. Supposedly
Watts thought he could actually win the case but didnt want to wait for it to go to
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advice, he contacted Crockett and convinced him that McMahon was going to pay
him a huge amount of money to buy him out, and that once Vince had all the top
uwf guys, there would be no way for Crockett to compete. It would only be a
matter of time before the wwf would put him out of business. Some rumors even
have Jim Ross as the architect of the scheme to fool Crockett.
But there has always been something about that story that didnt sit right with
me. While some of it makes sense in a bizarre sort of way this is professional
wrestling were talking about the plot sounds too much like an Oliver Stone
conspiracy. In order to get the scoop, I reached out to the mastermind behind the
idea and asked J.R. what the real deal was.
You know what? Amazing things happen when you ask straight questions. You
get straight answers.
As J.R. recalled, Watts never approached Vince about buying the uwf. J.R. said
he was scheduled to fly to Atlanta to meet with Crockett and Rob Garner, who
would fly in from Charlotte. (Garner was Crocketts in-house licensing guy and the
person I worked with to license sound bites when syndicating my Squared Circle
radio show.) At the meeting they were going to discuss doing copromotions
between jcp and the uwf. The idea was for them to work together a couple of
times a year on joint shows, primarily in the Superdome. J.R. was at the meeting
because, for whatever reason, Watts didnt particularly care for Crockett, and didnt
want to go to the meeting. I suspect Watts was still upset at Crockett for getting
him bumped off tbs, but I cant say for certain.
J.R. had his marching orders and knew Watts was essentially burned out, so he
asked: what if Crockett wanted to buy the uwf so he could better compete with
Vince? J.R. asserted Watts had not considered that possibility, and they discussed
a number just in case jcp showed interest.
J.R. got together with the Charlotte guys in a meeting room at the Atlanta airport, and near the end of the meeting he brought up the subject of jcp buying out
Watts. J.R. recalled Crockett was intrigued by the idea and began negotiations
immediately. The deal was finalized in a matter of weeks. J.R. said the call to Vince
wasnt necessary because if Watts was burned out and ready to sell, Crockett would
be aware that the next call would be to McMahon.
This makes a lot more sense than the version of the story that has been floating
around. Despite Crocketts ego being a factor in his overspending and overexpanding, he would have enough sense to know if he was being worked. By all
accounts, Crocketts weakness was not his negotiating, but his failure to recognize
the telltale signs of a failing business.
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decisions to directly affect his newly acquired territory. With the exception of just
a few guys, nearly all of the uwf stars were buried in matches against their nwa
counterparts. Instead of keeping the brands separate and having successful, and
potentially lucrative ongoing uwf versus nwa storylines that culminated in an
annual SuperBowl pay-per-view, which is what Watts had envisioned, jcp
destroyed the concept by putting all of the nwa talent over and cherry picking the
wrestlers they thought were the best draws and casting some very talented people
aside.
An interesting footnote to this story is that while Crockett never offered Watts
a job after the sale was complete, the Cowboy eventually did go to work for Vince
several years later.
For me, as someone who was perched on the fringe of the business as a writer
and photographer and waiting for his opportunity to get to the next level, it was
fascinating to watch the industry unravel from the inside out. Although there were
a lot of moving parts in the war being played out, the final battle lines were about
to be drawn, and the outcome would determine the fate of many people, some of
who knew only wrestling. The whole industry was in flux because a couple of
megalomaniacs had decided it should change.
In an attempt to turn his dream into a reality, unlike the old-time promoters
who aired rasslin on Saturday morning television simply to sell more arena tickets
on Saturday night, Vince McMahon Jr. developed his aggressive some might say
ruthless strategy to promote his brand.
By blanketing cable television with wwf programs, McMahon established a
national demand for the likes of Hulk Hogan and Roddy Piper. He was able to
syndicate his somewhat glitzy style of wrestling in virtually every major tv market
in the U.S. He struck at the very base of his competitors business and was able to
lure companies like Gillette, Bic, Beatrice Foods, 7-Up, Southland Corporation (7Eleven food chains) and Coleco Industries into becoming national sponsors. In
some cities, like St. Louis and San Francisco, Titan Sports paid television stations
more than $100,000 a year to put the wwf on the air. McMahon was once quoted
as saying he had been warned hed wind up at the bottom of a river if he persisted
in playing hardball on his competitors turf.
Theyre mad at me because now they have to work hard for a living, he told
Sport Illustrated (the 85 issue with Hogan on the cover).
In terms of television exposure, McMahons empire consisted of two shows a
week on the usa cable television network, Prime-Time Wrestling and All-American
Wrestling, which were the fourth- and seventh-highest-rated programs on cable;
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Jersey), which were picked up by cable systems around the U.S; a weekly nationally syndicated program on more than 100 stations; occasional special-event shows
on mtv, pay-per-view cable services and closed-circuit theaters; a 90-minute show
that substituted for nbcs Saturday Night Live several times a year dubbed Saturday
Nights Main Event, for which they reportedly got $450,000 per show and which
gave them wrestlings only major network contract; and a Hulk Hogan cartoon
series on cbs that debuted in September 1985 and lasted for one year. At one point
they also produced a show for usa called Tuesday Night Titans, which was an offbeat parody of the Tonight Show and hosted by McMahon. Poor ratings, however,
led to its cancellation.
While McMahon has contended that he was not out to create a monopoly
although it certainly looked that way when he bought World Championship
Wrestling (wcw) from AOL/Time Warner in March 2001 by the early 80s he
had his rivals in the throes of paranoia.
In June 1984 a number of angry promoters held a summit in a hotel near
Chicagos OHare Airport. They formed a stop-McMahon coalition called Pro
Wrestling USA, which took aim at McMahons major cities. The group combined
the talents of the nwa and the then still strong, awa. Also at the meeting was Eddie
Einhorn, who Gagne brought along as his tv consultant the same Eddie
Einhorn who 10 years earlier had tried to put many in attendance out of business.
Einhorn was no stranger to playing hardball, and he helped the coalition create
a syndicated show designed for a weekend morning slot on wpix-tv, another one
of New Yorks superstations. Many people believe that if Einhorn would have
hooked up with Gagne or Crockett 10 years earlier, the face of wrestling would be
very different today. The wpix time slot cost the group a steep $440,000 a year.
But Gagne and his cohorts appeared to be too disorganized to cause McMahon
much trouble, and he dismissed them with contempt: The first meeting they had,
all they could agree on was that they hated me and that they were going to do
everything possible to put us out of business, Vince told Sports Illustrated. At the
second meeting, they couldnt even agree on ordering lunch.
Considering the personalities involved, its not surprising that what McMahon
said proved to be true, as Gagne and Crockett had a falling out when the awa
began hogging the program and didnt promote the nwa talent as promised. At the
time, Einhorn even suggested that the groups best hope was for McMahon to run
out of funds while trying to compensate stations for air time.
One of the promoters in attendance was none other than Jerry Jarrett. In an
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[F]or the first time in my life, I realized that the old nwa was really a syndicate an old worn out syndicate, but a real syndicate nevertheless. Eddie
Einhorn had called all us godfathers together for a sit-down to discuss how
we could rid ourselves of the dreaded Vince McMahon, who had broken
the Trust and dared to compete in our sacred territories.
Someone from St. Louis you know those people have always been
gangsters suggested we just take Vince out. Eddie Graham screamed at
the guy to shut the fuck up because the room had not been checked for
government bugs. I dont recall the morality issue coming up about killing
Vince, just being overheard.
Einhorn then pitched us [the idea of ] working together, for Gods sake, for
the common good. What a crazy idea wrestling people working
together. Before any discussion could take place, a hotel executive knocked
on the door and advised Einhorn that Vince was on the phone and said it
was urgent. Several voices suggested that Vince should have sex with himself. I spoke up and said I was curious as to what Vince had to say. Graham
agreed, so Einhorn took the call.
When Einhorn returned he advised the group of Vinces comments.
McMahon said, Eddie, youre from the world of baseball and you dont
understand wrestling and never will understand it but you really should
listen to me because I do understand wrestling. Wrestling people cant and
will never work together. Democracy doesnt work in our business.
Corporate structure will work in baseball, but it will not work in wrestling.
The only system that can be successful in wrestling is a dictatorship and
you couldnt get the people in that room to elect a den mother for a night.
Get out of this business before you embarrass yourself.
Somebody, in a very accusing voice asked, Is that all the bastard said?
You were on the phone a long time.
Einhorn replied, As a matter of fact he said none of you guys would
ever trust me, an outsider, because none of you trusted yourselves. At this
point, the silence was painful. Einhorn continued: Vince went on to tell
me that he knew wrestling looked like a simple business and he was sure
that I felt that because I was successful in other businesses, that I felt I could
run a wrestling company. Vince went on to warn me, Im a third generation wrestling promoter and this is the most difficult business in the world.
It looks so easy and that is the trap door because it makes money angels get
in and they dont get out until their tapped out. Eddie, dont get tapped out
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At the time, none of us knew if Vince really said what Einhorn


reported to us. However, it worked. We agreed that Graham and I would
be bookers and we would do the tapes in my towns of Memphis and
Louisville. We taped eight weeks of television, ran them in New York and
had a sellout house at the Meadowlands. But how wise Vince McMahons
vision turned out to be.
Watts pulled out before the show started that night. Crockett pulled
out the next morning. Gagne pulled out with all the gate receipts and tried
to carry on with Einhorn and without the group. Vince kicked every nwa
promoter out of business except me down in Memphis.
Many years later, Vince confirmed his call to Einhorn, although he
could not recall the content of his conversation.

Almost a month later McMahon struck back at the heart of the failed coalition,
and if they werent paranoid enough before, they were about to be pushed over the
edge. On Saturday, July 14, 1984, Black Saturday, the wwf debuted on tbs,
pulling what was described as a death shroud over Georgia Championship
Wrestling (gcw), an institution with millions of fans. With McMahon having tv
clearances on both tbs and usa, he suddenly seemed poised to dominate the
wrestling world.
At the urging of local Georgia promoters, who were growing frustrated with
Ole Anderson, majority stockholders Jack and Jerry Brisco sold their stake in gcw
to McMahon for a reported $900,000 plus guaranteed jobs. Promoter Paul Jones,
not to be confused with the wrestler of the same name, sold his stock too, and
McMahon then had controlling interest in the company. Jim Barnett, who was also
a partner in gcw, initially did not want to go along with the deal as he didnt want
to go against people he had been doing business with, some of who he considered
close friends. He once confided to another promoter that he didnt want to deal
with the devil. But, realizing he would end up with nothing if he didnt, he
worked out a deal for himself that in essence guaranteed he, too, would have a job
at Titan. McMahon promptly closed down gcw and took over the companys tv
contract, getting the tbs time slot.
Within days of Black Saturday, the tbs switchboard was jammed with thousands of phone calls from upset viewers. Some fans started a national campaign to
get gcw reinstated. Shortly thereafter the tbs mail room was flooded with thousands of cards and letters demanding they kick the wwf off the air.
When McMahon got word of the complaints, he responded in an Atlanta
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between a major league and a minor league production, given time.


But time would not be on McMahons side.
As the complaints poured in, tbs decided to listen to its viewers, and two weeks
after the wwf debut, the station granted a 7:30 a.m. time slot to Oles new upstart
group, Championship Wrestling from Georgia. Gordon Solie was back doing the
play-by-play, and Southern-style wrestling was back on tbs. Everybody seemed
happy except Vince.
Had he finally bitten off more than he could chew? Had Vinces ego finally got
the best of him? In hindsight it appears McMahon flinched and revealed a chink
in his armor-plated pocketbook.
Outraged that he had just paid almost a million dollars to secure airtime on tbs
only to see them give a potential competitor a time slot, McMahon broke his
promise to produce a separate weekly tv program for tbs. Instead of taping shows
at tbss studios as agreed, McMahon began airing tapes of his other syndicated
wwf programs. But that created another issue for McMahon: programmers
wouldnt swallow the fact that viewers could watch almost identical wwf shows on
either the USA Network or through syndication.
The once promising relationship between Turner and McMahon further fell
apart when tbs, upset over the wwfs ratings, which were much lower than what
gcw had been averaging, gave a one-hour Sunday evening time slot to Bill Wattss
Mid South Wrestling. Hosted by a young Jim Ross, Mid South Wrestling was
drawing better ratings than the wwf by its second week.
Although the wwf had produced two taped shows each week for Turner, World
Championship Wrestling and The Best of World Championship Wrestling which
had a combined audience of 3.5 million homes and ranked second and third among
cable tv shows McMahon and Turner realized they could no longer work
together and reached an agreement that would get McMahon out of his tbs obligations. In a complex transaction, McMahon essentially sold the rights to his time
on tbs to Jim Crockett Jr. for one million dollars, thus ending one of the most
tumultuous business relationships in wrestling lore and laying the foundation for
the bitter wcwwwf promotional war of the 90s. At the time of the split,
McMahon also claimed that Turner actually tried to buy the wwf.
For McMahon, the sale to Crockett helped him finance future WrestleManias
extravaganzas that during the first few years grossed more than $12 million each,
between live gate receipts, pay-per-view and closed-circuit revenues and the sale of
WrestleMania-related merchandise.
But the deal was not without collateral damage. As part of the agreement,
Crockett would have exclusivity on tbs, which meant Watts lost his Sunday time

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slot and Ole had to forfeit his Saturday


morning spot on the network. While
Watts would sell out to Crockett, Ole
eventually worked a deal out with
Crockett to go back to work for him.
The ensuing war between
McMahon and Crockett had many
casualties. Although many smaller promoters hoped for miracles, they were
swallowed up by the larger lions of the
business. These men of courage who
had tried to make a go of it on their
own became part of the overall conglomeration of promoters working for
larger companies. The offices of the
once thriving territorial system fell like
dominos.
In roughly what amounts to a
Despite being a former wwwf champion, The
seven-year period, the entire face of
Russian Bear Ivan Koloff stayed loyal to Crockett
during the nwa-wwf war
professional wrestling changed. As the
old guard of the territories closed, new
promotions began to spring up in their place, but more often than not they were
underfinanced and didnt seem to have the same allure to fans. They closed almost
as fast as they opened.
Nelson Royal opened up a small group in the Carolinas. Mike Graham, Steve
Keirn and Gordon Solie opened a new group in Florida that Dusty Rhodes later
bought. Sometimes the same players were involved, but they couldnt recapture the
magic of their past glory. Such was the case when Jim Crockett Jr. opened an office
in Texas. After he went belly up he went into the ice cream parlor business. I still
have a hard time picturing the onetime most powerful man in the nwa asking
patrons, One scoop or two?
Eventually one of the last of the old promoters Don Owens in Portland
closed up shop, leaving Jerry Jarrett in Memphis as the sole survivor. The systematic office closings by the established groups and ultimate death of the territorial
system is what allowed the new breed of promoters to emerge as the 80s came to
a close and the 90s began.
The independent groups those not affiliated with the older, established nwa
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for a short time. Among the countless groups was one run by Rob Russen in
Florida, one run by Jody Hamilton in Georgia and the group that was truly the
predecessor to ecw, Herb Abrams uwf.
It seemed inevitable that when the last shot was fired and all the smoke cleared,
that only two promotional powerhouses left standing the wwf and jcp
would slug it out for control of the wrestling universe. And while we all know how
that war ended, it was the annihilation of the old territory system that created the
need for shows to be brought to the small towns, which had been abandoned by
the major groups. That is what really opened the industry up for the horde of independent promoters who would soon follow . . . me included.
Being privileged to watch these events unfold as they did was quite a learning
experience, although I never realized it at the time. Looking back at what some of
the industrys biggest players did and failed to do, it never ceases to amaze me that
some promoters who go into business today dont have a clue about the wrestling
business, yet they think they will succeed on a grand scale. What Vince said to
Einhorn about the trapdoor is true.
Being in the right place at the right time with the right product gives you an
opportunity to succeed, but it doesnt guarantee success. For me, it was the emergence of these indie groups combined with the failure of the Gorgeous Ladies of
Wrestling (glow) in the late 80s that enabled my business partner, Craig, and I to
gamble and enter the pro wrestling promotional foray with the Wild Women of
Wrestling wwow!

In the business world, the rearview mirror is always clearer than the windshield.
Warren Buffet ()

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With Craig Cohen (center) and Dana Taylor (right) in Orlando at a


jcp/nwa event

I will prepare and some day my chance will come.


Abraham Lincoln ()

During the waning days of Championship Wrestling from Florida, Craig Cohen
and I would take periodic road trips across the Sunshine State to see shows, especially after Jim Crockett Promotions took over. Sometimes just the two of us
would go, other times there would be a parade of different people, like Dana
Taylor, who did some ring announcing for the nwa in South Florida, Bruce
Owens, who periodically refereed, and Howard Baum, whose father had once run
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Most of the time wed drive to Tampa, the epicenter of Florida wrestling, home
to the old Florida territory office and the famous Malenko Wrestling School.
Our typical weekend jaunts usually consisted of leaving Fort Lauderdale at midafternoon on a Friday, getting into the bay area early Friday night, having dinner
at one of a dozen dives and then spending time at one of several strips clubs.
Saturday mornings were typical too. After the obligatory breakfast at the Waffle
House, it was off to Professor Boris Malenkos wrestling school to watch some of
the new guys work with some of the local veterans. Afterward it would be a trip to
see either Gordon Solie or Danny Miller, and then on Saturday night we would
either catch a wcw show if they were in town (sometimes wed coordinate the road
trips around a Sunday pay-per-view) or one of the local indies, or, if there were no
shows, it was back to the strip clubs until I would feel guilty enough to leave I
was still married, and my wife, Sharon, was back home.
Thinking back, those road trips were fun, but they also helped shape me as a
wrestling promoter. But like those long drives up and down Florida, the journey to
becoming a promoter was not quick.
There are often defining moments in life, when a self-discovery is made and you
say to yourself, Eureka!
For me that defining moment in pro wrestling came during a Sunday afternoon
visit to Craigs condo in South Miami. We were talking about wrestling and a possible road trip to Tampa when he broke out with, You know, we should really do
our own wrestling shows!
Eureka!
Since I was no longer working for Gold Belt, I thought it was the greatest idea
in the world. But it wasnt necessarily the first time such a concept had crossed my
mind. A few months earlier I had been involved in not one but two meetings about
buying or starting a wrestling company.
It all started shortly after Gordon was fired from Global, when he, Mike
Graham and Steve Keirn started a new wrestling company called Florida
Championship Wrestling (fcw) (not to be confused with Championship Wrestling
from Florida, which was sold to Crockett). At the time I was still working for
SpyTech in Miami, and one day, while I was on the phone with Gordon Solie, a
couple of men came into the showroom.
Gordon, I said, as I put down a copy of Gold Belt, Ill have to call you back.
A couple of customers just came in.
As I hug up the phone, one of the men asked in a thick New England accent,
That wasnt Gordon Solie you were talking to, was it?
Perhaps he guessed correctly because of the wrestling magazine on my desk. He

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was probably just making a


joke. Before I could answer
him, Ed Sklar, the co-owner of
SpyTech, came out to greet the
duo and swiftly led them into a
back showroom for a private
discussion.
Ninety minutes and more
than $100,000 later, Ed
emerged from the back showroom with the two men and
handed me a pro forma to
enter into the computer. They
were private investigators, and
Ed had sold them equipment
for their new surveillance van.
Once again one of the guys
looked at my wrestling magazine and asked, Are you a
In the sound studio with Gordon Solie and Frank Loconto
wrestling fan?
After Ed made some kind of
smart ass comment to the effect that I was an idiot for following wrestling, I said,
Well, I wrote for this magazine, handing it to him.
I cant get enough of it, he said, flipping through the pages. So, was that
Gordon Solie you were talking to?
Yes.
Really? he pressed, So you really know him?
Yes, I really know him.
Well, Id like to meet him, he said. By the way, my name is Dan.
Dan Fisher and his partner, Dan Cone, were two pis based out of Pompano
Beach. While Cone thought wrestling was stupid, Fisher was a fan who really loved
watching it. He was the typical closet wrestling fan of the 80s; he would never
admit to it in public, but put another fan in the room and it was yap central. His
family was from New Hampshire, and while he was 10 years older than me, he
began talking about the old wwwf days with Bruno Sammartino, Killer Kowalski,
Haystacks Calhoun, Chief Jay Strongbow and Gorilla Monsoon. To put it bluntly,
he was a big-time mark. But that was okay. I was a mark too, and in many ways
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While Ed never really cared for wrestling, as long as the client was happy and
spending money, he encouraged me to talk about it freely. Eventually Dan came to
the matches with me, and we began socializing.
Dan was a bit of a hard ass, but he opened up to me about his family and his
somewhat tainted past. He came from a wealthy family that developed real estate
and owned granite quarries in New Hampshire. Although he was quite wealthy, as
in multimillions, he was the black sheep. Instead of going into the family business,
he wanted to make it on his own. He had been so depressed when working for his
family that he battled the bottle, calling himself a fall down drunk who used to
do a lot of puking. Once he left the Fisher roost, he sobered up and settled down.
Dan was married to a woman a bit younger, and they had three small children. The
private investigation company would be one in a series of businesses he would open
and close through the years. Eventually he moved back to New Hampshire and reembraced the family empire, but when we met he was a pi who was happy he had
finally found someone to talk to about something he truly loved pro wrestling.
When Craig and I planned our next Tampa road trip, which was to see an fcw
match at the Florida State Fairgrounds between Jerry Lawler and Kerry Von Erich,
we took Dan along. Also along for this trip was Dana Taylor. Instead of the typical
two-night sleepover, we decided to leave Saturday morning and return Sunday. The
whole way up it was wrestling talk 101.
After checking into the hotel we relaxed until the show. Gordon had left us
some tickets, and after finding our seats, I set off to find Gordon. I tracked him
down, and although he was busy as hell, he came out to say hello. I introduced him
to Dan, who was like a pig in slop mark heaven. Gordon apologized for being
abrupt and, after excusing himself, headed off.
The matches themselves were not memorable, and the building was nowhere
near capacity. Craig, Dana and I had been to many Championship Wrestling from
Florida shows both before and after Crockett bought the territory, and this just
didnt have the same feel. It just didnt flow. By todays standards it would probably
be revered as one of the greatest indie shows of the year, but back then it just fell
flat. Dan, however, loved it. Were the rest of us becoming desensitized to the business? Afterward it was the typical Tampa fare. I passed on the usual strip club
hopping so Dan wouldnt be left alone. He didnt want to be tempted to drink, and
for me the routine had become pretty old. We just hung out at the hotel and shot
the breeze.
The next day, being the typical wrestling fans we were, we dissected the show
and found ourselves trying to talk each other into believing that it had been a really
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of. On the drive home he started asking a million questions everything from the
personal lives of the wrestlers to aspects about the business itself, like how much we
thought the show cost to put on, how much did we think they took in at the box
office and what would something like that cost to advertise. Clearly Dan was
hooked.
Before long Dan would call me at home and at the office to talk wrestling, and
I didnt mind because that was my mentality too at the time. Then one day he
invited me over to his home: he had an idea that he wanted to discuss with me. I
thought maybe he wanted to start a wrestling magazine because I had dropped
hints that Id like to start one of my own. Dan wanted to do something publishing
related too, except it wasnt a magazine he had in mind.
I want to publish a tell-all book about the wrestling business, he said to me,
while we sat at his kitchen table sipping iced tea. I think fans would love a book
about the real inner workings of the industry, from whos gay and whos taking
drugs to what its like to live on the road and being with a different groupie every
night. Itd be like Hollywood Wives, except instead of if being about the movie
industry, itll be about wrestling.
Hollywood Wives was a New York Times best seller written by Jackie Collins that
was a fictionalization of the entertainment industry in the early 80s. While I was
initially shocked, I was also intrigued by the idea. Looking back, it really was a brilliant idea because there was nothing like that in the marketplace. But then I started
thinking of the ramifications. . . . When Dan offered me several thousand dollars
to ghostwrite his book under the name The Executioner and the title Wrestling
Unmasked and, believe me, Sharon and I could have used the money at the
time I turned him down flat. Wrestling was a business I loved, and I wanted to
be a part of it; I did not want to do anything to harm it. In the grand scheme of
things it probably wouldnt have mattered, but my mindset at the time was: How
could I expose wrestling like that? Although I didnt think Dan was just another
guy who wanted to hurt the business, I thought if I let him continue down that
path, he might. If he wanted to write this tell-all book, he was going to have to do
it without my help. Luckily Dan dropped the idea when I refused. I then tried to
convince him to back me in a magazine venture, but he felt that unless it was presented like the National Enquirer it wouldnt make money.
Not long after that I was speaking to Gordon, and he mentioned fcw was
looking for an investor or investors to give them the capital they needed to expand.
He explained that he, Steve and Mike had started fcw by putting in $7,500 each
and added a lot of sweat equity to get it to where it was, but they owed money and
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they were looking for about $200,000, which would take them out of the red and
give them what they needed to continue. I immediately thought of Dan.
After a series of back and forth phone calls, I arranged a meeting between Dan
and the fcw ownership. Prior to the get-together, Dan told me he would be willing
to put up $250,000 immediately and commit up to $2 million to make the promotion work, but he wanted 51 percent control. His thinking was that the first
$22,500 could go to each of the three to pay their initial investment back, then
$27,500 could pay off the fcws debt and the remaining $200,000 could be for
working capital. The other $1.75 million would be held in reserve. My role would
be to head up advertising and public relations as a salaried employee, which was
pretty much what I was doing for SpyTech at the time. I would also get a very small
percentage of the ownership from Dans 51 percent, although he would retain
voting control of my shares. Excited by the prospect, I told Gordon of Dans investment plan, and he was all gung ho.
I told Craig of the upcoming meeting, since he was my best friend, and he was
excited too, knowing that if something came about he would be involved to some
degree. But the day before Dan and I were scheduled to drive to Tampa to meet
with Gordon and company, Craig called and said Danny Miller wanted to speak
with me.
What about?
He wants you to meet with someone else before meeting with Gordon.
Craig had shared with Danny that Dan Fisher and I were going to Tampa to
meet with the fcw ownership. Like Craig, I respected Danny immensely, and
because he had always been nice to me, I felt I owed him the courtesy of at least a
phone call.
When I telephoned him, Danny explained that Hiro Matsuda and George
Scott wanted to start a new company and were looking for an investor. While in
my mind the deal with Gordon was all but done, I gave Danny the benefit of the
doubt and agreed to his request for Dan Fisher to meet with Hiro and George the
night before our 10 a.m. meeting with the fcw trio.
At first Dan was not happy that I had agreed to meet with another group because
he wanted to walk into the meeting with Gordon and company with a precise strategy
and walk out with a deal. He knew that I had shared his investment plan with
Gordon, and although Dan was not thrilled, I explained to him that Gordon thought
it was great. So as we were driving up, he too thought the deal was all but done. For
the majority of the long drive, Dan explained to me how he wanted to negotiate with
Gordon, Steve and Mike and what the deal breakers were as far as he was concerned.
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Just so he was informed, I did give Dan a little overview of their credentials. I
explained that aside from training guys like Hulk Hogan, Lex Luger, Paul Orndorff
and many others, Hiro was responsible for getting the Florida territory out of the
red before they had sold their company to Jim Crockett Promotions. As for
George, aside from being a wrestler who got his start in the late 1940s, he was perhaps most famous for being a booker. He had made Crocketts Mid-Atlantic
territory one of the hottest promotions in the country during the late 70s and early
80s, and he had been the creative force behind the wwf when they had become a
national phenomenon in the early and mid-80s. George was no stranger to ownership either. In the late 70s, while still booking Mid-Atlantic, he and Jim Crockett
Jr. had bought into the Toronto territory owned by Frank Tunneys nephew Jack.
His share of the company was worth about $100,000. Several years later, when
Tunney sold his territory to the wwf and before George went to work for Vince
McMahon Jr., Scott sued his former partner. While he would eventually get a halfmillion-dollar settlement in the early 90s, he accumulated more than $100,000 in
legal fees. For now though, he and Hiro were seeking an investor for something new.
Shortly after 8 p.m. we heard a knock on our hotel room door. Danny Miller
entered, flanked by George Scott and Hiro Matsuda. After making the introductions, Danny excused himself and left the room, leaving George and Hiro alone to
talk with us. It was a little awkward at first but Dan, not being shy, broke the ice.
So, what do you have? he asked. Whats on your mind?
Danny [Miller] says youre interested in starting a wrestling company, George
responded.
Well, we came up here to see about buying into fcw, I said.
Fisher cut me off, Yeah, but we havent committed to anything yet. Again he
asked point blank, What do you have in mind?
Scott and Hiro looked at each other, and it was obvious George would be the
mouthpiece, although Hiro spoke up when necessary. We want to start a new
wrestling company, he began.
George explained what he and Hiro had in mind, right down to the talent they
planned to use. They discussed their background and presented verbal rsums.
Hiro would oversee operations, while George would handle tv, talent and booking.
Danny Miller would be hired to promote the towns. Hiro produced a spreadsheet
showing us what Championship Wrestling from Florida made in its last year,
before selling to Crockett. George showed us similar documents for the companies
where he worked as a booker. They had done their homework, and the presentation, although a bit unorthodox and falling short of professional, was pretty
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Dan then asked the magic question: So, whats this going to cost? How much
do I need to bankroll?
Fifty thousand, Hiro spoke up.
Dan shot me a glance and then looked back at Hiro. Fifty thousand? he
asked.
Hiro shook his head in acknowledgment.
Thinking perhaps the amount was too steep for Dans blood, George said the
reason it was $50,000 was to cover a lot of up-front costs. Well need to be on television six to eight weeks before we can start running house shows, he explained.
Once we start to do that we should generate enough cash flow through ticket sales
to be self-sufficient.
Maybe well need another 20 or 25 thousand maximum, Hiro added, but
thats only if we cannot draw. The boys get paid on what we draw at the gate.
That is the one thing that to this day sticks out in my mind there would be
no guarantees to the talent. George said guarantees may be okay for the bigger
companies but would be the kiss of death for a small company like this one. He
said he didnt know how long Crockett could continue paying what he was paying,
and he also explained that before the first WrestleMania, Vince had almost gone
bankrupt because of a large overhead that included some big guarantees.
So were talking like 70, 80 thousand tops? Dan asked.
I think thats a bit on the high side, George said, but yes.
After a little more talking, the meeting was wrapped up, and Dan said we would
be in touch. After they left, Dan lit a cigarette. I could tell he was contemplating
their proposal.
Well? I said. What do you think?
Dan stared at me and after a long pause said, Call Gordon and cancel the
meeting.
What?
Theres no need, he said. We can do business with these guys and itll cost
$200,000 less.
I was flabbergasted. Yeah, but Gordon and them have an established company
already. They have their tv in place. They have their talent. With this new thing
its a roll of the dice. Who knows if itll even get off the ground?
Maybe, but Id rather gamble $80,000 on these guys than a quarter-million on
guys whove already lost money. Dan paused, took a big puff, and pointed a finger
at me. Besides, your buddy Gordon is trying to screw us.
I immediately came to Gordons defense. He wouldnt do that, I said. Look,
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they need that for. Lets see what kind of paperwork they show us.
These guys just told us its gonna cost 50,000 with maybe another 20 or 25
behind that, Dan reiterated. Gordon wants 150,000 more . . . for what? Hell, I
didnt even bring up that Id be willing to put in $2 million with these guys. They
strike me as being conservative, and Id rather go in with that mind-set than saying
we need $200,000 when we dont. What are they gonna do for 150,000, blow me?
Hey, Gordon, when I say blow me, I mean blow me.
I knew the meeting would now be a waste of time, but I felt we still needed to
listen to what they had to say. And while I could certainly understand, from a dollars and cents standpoint, where Dan was coming from, I also felt he was being a
bit childish.
Well, were up here already, I reminded him. Lets just see how the meeting
goes tomorrow morning, and if you still feel the same way after we meet with
Gordon and them, well call George and Hiro back.
After a little more arguing, Dan reluctantly agreed.
The next morning Dan was up early and ready to go. I knew he wanted to get
the meeting over with and was only going through the motions to appease me.
Although the meeting was scheduled for 10:00, we were finished with breakfast a
bit early, and we got to the Sportatorium about 30 minutes early. It was a little
weird for me: the last time I had been to the building was 16 years earlier, when I
was trying to get a job. After sitting in the van for about 10 minutes, Dan got a bit
antsy and insisted we go in and get the meeting started.
Inside it was dark and musky, and there was nobody to greet us. When we called
out, Hello? a voice from an upstairs office invited us to Come on up!
We made our way up the rickety wooden stairs, and in the first office behind
an old desk, sat Mike Graham. Good morning, he said, greeting us with a smile
and a firm handshake. You must be Dan and Howard?
We introduced ourselves, and before we could explain why we were a little early
Mike affirmed that Gordon and Steve were on their way. Dan, hiding his emotions, seemed content and cordial, saying, We have plenty of time.
But then something happened that was unexpected.
So what do you guys want to do? Mike asked.
Dan was caught off guard. Maybe we should wait for the others.
Mike brushed off the suggestion. We can get started; theyll be here soon enough.
Hesitantly, Dan proceeded to tell Mike what he had in mind what we had
discussed, and what I had shared with Gordon.
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dissertation about how his father had started the company which was untrue
since this was a new promotion how it was his familys blood, sweat and tears
that had made it into what it was, how wrestling was in his blood and all this nonsense that had nothing to do with anything. He then said, Id be willing to sell for,
um, $2 million.
I thought Dan was going to pass out, and, quite frankly, so was I. Instead he
turned to me and stood up. Come on Howard. The meeting is over.
Just as he got up, Steve Keirn walked into the office. It was about five after ten.
Sorry Im late, he began . . .
Thats okay, weve just finished up.
Why?
Mike spoke up and told Steve what just gone down. You could see the look of
disappointment on Steves face. After Dan shook Steves hand and apologized,
Gordon turned the corner and walked into the office.
Just getting started?
We just finished, I told Gordon.
Gordon was confused. Hell, I didnt think I was that late.
Youre not late Gordon, Graham said, But Im not going to give up control
of the company.
Well, we havent even talked about structure yet, Gordon replied. Lets just
sit down and talk about this.
Steve agreed and asked us to please sit back down. Grudgingly, Dan retook his
seat and reiterated his plan and position. While both Gordon and Steve seemed
willing to go with the plan, Graham continued to be a wrench in the works.
Apparently, the partnership they had in place was predicated that all three unanimously agreeing to something of this nature before it could take effect.
Gordon and Steve tried their best, but they couldnt undo the damage Mike had
done. Dan was not going to do business with Mike, and he certainly wasnt going to
pay him $2 million for something that was in the red. To me it was obvious that
Gordon and Steve were pissed. From my previous conversations with Gordon I knew
that unless someone stepped forward with cash they would soon be out of business.
Thanks to Mike Grahams greed that opportunity was walking out the door.
When Dan and I got back into his van he shot me a look that said I told you
so, but he said nothing for almost an hour. Once he started talking, however, I
couldnt shut him up. I told you your buddy Gordon was going to try to screw us.
I knew it. He told Mike exactly how much I wanted to put into this, and thats
exactly how much he asked for. Screw these guys. When we get back home, call
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For the next five hours it was, Your buddy Gordon this and Your buddy
Gordon that.
When I got home I called Solie, and before I could say anything he apologized.
I dont know what the hell the matter is with that kid, he said. He really fucked
things up.
He certainly did. Why did you tell him about the $2 million?
Well, I certainly didnt think he would be stupid enough to ask for all of it.
Although Dan had one foot out the door before the meeting even took place,
Mike Grahams greed was the deal breaker. If Mike had been sincere and laid things
out from a real business perspective, I believe that some type of accord could have
been reached. But that no longer mattered. fcw was out of the picture, and the
new players were George Scott and Hiro Matsuda.
On Dans request I set up a meeting, and, per Hiros instructions, we gathered
at a Dennys, between Tampa and Fort Lauderdale. I wish I could say this meeting
turned out better, but I cant. It was even briefer.
We all sat down, and Dan said he was ready to put the money up to get the
company started. He then said he would put another $200,000 in reserve to ensure
the promotion had enough funding. Both Hiro and George seemed happy with
that, but then came the deal breaker.
How do you want to structure this? Dan asked. I have an idea, but Id like
to hear what you have in mind.
George said he envisioned a three-way partnership, with him, Hiro and Dan all
having equal shares.
What about you, Hiro? Dan asked. Do you agree?
Yes, he said, although he seemed uneasy.
Dan said, How about you two guys split 49 percent and Ill retain 51 percent
so I can protect my investment . . .
Before Dan could finish, George interrupted him. I wouldnt be interested in
that. Theres no way Im going to work 18 hours a day and not have the ability to
make business decisions.
But well split the profits three ways, and Ill take care of Howard, Dan
explained.
George turned to Hiro and said, You can do it if you want to, but I wont.
Then he got up and walked toward the bathroom.
Dan leaned across me and said to Hiro, If you can do this without him, Im
still willing. You can have the 49 percent.
It was a strange situation. Neither Dan nor I realized that George had already
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the time I thought George was being unreasonable; it was Dan who was putting
up all the money. Looking back, and understanding the business and what a true
booker has to go through to make a wrestling company successful, I can now
appreciate his stance.
Hiro contemplated Dans offer, and he said he would let us know. When George
returned to the table a few minutes later the two of them headed back to Tampa.
That evening I called George, and he thanked me for trying to put something
together. He said that under different circumstances maybe things could have
worked out. I called Hiro next, and he had already made up his mind. He would
not move forward without George Scott. He too thanked me and said to keep in
touch. If one good thing came out of those meetings, it was the start of my friendship with someone who would eventually become a mentor and business partner.
I waited a few days before letting Dan know Hiros decision, believing his
interest would just die off. But like most of us bitten by the wrestling bug, he
wouldnt let go. Hed invite me to his house and run ideas by me on one occasion he even said that he had had his attorney make inquiries into buying the awa.
When he said the price was $5 million I told him he was crazy, even with a contract with espn. A few weeks later he said he had been talking to Dusty Rhodes
about starting a new company in Florida because Dusty was no longer happy
working for Crockett, but he couldnt deal with Dustys ego, saying that it was a
hundred times worse than Mike Grahams and bigger than the Grand Canyon
itself. Although Ive never been able to verify his claim since Dusty doesnt
remember speaking to anyone named Dan Fisher and Verne drew a blank when I
asked him about it, the timing coincides with Verne selling to Jerry Jarrett and
Dusty buying into fcw.
It was also on one of these occasions that Dan admitted he had a little
wrestling fantasy. He wanted to be a manager named Einstein Moses, who would
have the genius of Albert Einstein and the wisdom and compassion of Moses, but
be just a little off center. The character would dress in a white robe, wear sandals
that he would remove before getting into the ring, carry a staff and don a fake
beard and mustache. He thought the gimmick was the greatest thing in the
world. He concocted this crazy idea that a religious fanatic would stalk him and
shoot him, causing him to have a near-death experience and a revelation. I think
he got the assassination idea from Saturday Night Live after Eddie Murphys
Buckwheat character was assassinated. Pretty wild thinking for 1989 and way
ahead of the November 1996 shotgun angle between Brian Pillman and Steve
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Dan was a free spirit, to say the least, but he wasnt the only guy who would
come up with a really bad manager gimmick. As much as I hate to admit it, I once
pitched such an idea myself.
Before Global closed shop, I had the crazy notion that I could be talent. I went
to Bob Roop and Dr. Red Roberts with my idea. At the time the gwa had more
than a half-dozen African-American wrestlers who were either already working for
them or attending their school. They included Soulman Alex G., Ram Man
Johnny Evans, T.J. Jackson, Lord Norman (Norman Smiley), David Perry, the tag
team of Death Row and others. My idea was to create a stable of African-American
wrestlers called the Brady Bunch under the leadership of yours truly with the gimmick name Michael Brady. Upon hearing my idea, Roop got up from behind his
desk and, without saying a word, walked out of the room, down the hall, out the
building, into his car and drove away. Red, who continued to sit at his desk, tried
hard to be more tactful.
Well, Howard, he said with his most professional demeanor, but still being as
sarcastic as possible, While we certainly have a number of African-American
wrestlers, I dont think Bob particularly thinks the idea will fly. But we appreciate
your enthusiasm.
I learned years later that Bob thought Red had put me up to it as a rib since
apparently I wasnt the only person to pitch a goofy idea. Every so often after that,
Red would tease me by calling me Mr. Brady.
Maybe I deserved the needling, but not long afterward, the gwa created a rogue
group called the Black Wrestling Alliance, which led an invasion of sorts under the
guidance of the Reverend James Johnson, a character Red named after Jesse
Jackson. They freed some of the oppressed African-American wrestlers, such as
Death Row. It was actually pretty cutting-edge for its time. While Im sure neither
Bob nor Red would ever admit it, I bet the roots of that concept came from my
Brady Bunch idea.
Dans interest in wrestling eventually diminished. I tried to get him to financially back the Wild Women of Wrestling less than a year later, but he begged off.
In time we lost touch, and I didnt hear from him again until late 2004 when he
responded to a column I wrote for pwinsider.com. After rekindling our friendship
after so many years, I was deeply saddened when his eldest daughter, Victoria, sent
me an email in January 2005 and said her father had passed away a month earlier
at the age of 54.
Not long after the Fisher debacle, Dusty Rhodes bought into fcw, giving them
the infusion of cash they needed. They rechristened the promotion the Professional
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show because of an on-screen stunt. Road Warrior Animal had pulled a spike out
of his shoulder pad and jammed it into in Dustys eye, enabling him to gig a gusher.
Turner had sent the edict down that there would be no juice (blood), and the move
triggered an immediate termination. The angle was inspired by one Dusty did in
Florida years earlier with Kevin Sullivan, when Sullivan produced the golden spike
and drove it into Dustys chest.
Boris Malenko whose real name was Larry Simon had taken a liking to me.
For whatever reason, Malenko was always willing to share his experiences and,
more importantly, explain the inner workings of the business. Even when I didnt
ask questions, he offered candid tidbits that came from his deep love of wrestling.
I suppose that was the teacher in him. And while I only stepped into the schools
ring with him twice as referee, he became my first true mentor.
While I wouldnt exactly say he took me under his wing, he watered the seeds
of interest that had already been planted. I suppose if I had to explain why he did
this, Id have to say its because he trusted me. If you give away your business, you
dont have a business, he would say. He very much believed in kayfabe and got
angry when the boys would tell their friends about what they had learned at his
school.
I also think he was fond of me because, like him, I am Jewish. He would talk
about Globals Patrick Schaefer and say things like, With that guy, a ligner is a
ganef and a ganef is a ligner. Ligner being the Yiddish word for liar, and ganef
being the Yiddish word for thief. He was saying A liar is a thief and a thief is a
liar. He had other similar sayings, some I understood and some I didnt.
For me, Malenko was a legendary figure, though I never saw him wrestle while
he was in his prime not even on an old tape. Its unfortunate because I know he
had some unbelievable matches with Eddie Graham in the mid-60s. They did this
one angle in 1966 during which Eddie, as the babyface, stepped on and broke
Malenkos dentures right in the ring. The next show was sold out, with hundreds
of fans turned away. It was good old-fashioned heat. That work-related heat eventually turned into real-life heat and triggered a feud that lasted until Eddie took his
life on Super Bowl Sunday 1985.
Graham bought into the Florida territory that was owned by Clarence
Cowboy Luttrell in 1961 and soon became the Sunshine States top babyface. As
the 60s progressed, both Hiro Matsuda and Duke Keomuka bought into the
Florida office, and, as Eddie became more popular, he began getting involved in a
lot of civic and community projects. When Malenko arrived in the mid-60s,
Luttrell thought the Russian gimmick would create a natural rivalry for the much

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loved Graham, especially with the


Cuban Missile Crisis still fresh in the
minds of many. The two immediately began drawing huge crowds.
Luttrell took a liking to Malenko
and, according to what Malenko
used to tell me, Luttrell was
grooming him to eventually be a
partner. Malenko, meanwhile,
struck up a friendship with Gordon
The Great Malenko is flanked by his sons, Joe (left) and
Solie and got into some sort of autoDean (right)
motive-based business with him.
Solie had a pretty successful track
record in Florida and was involved in the stock car circuit.
All was well until Luttrell sold his interest in 1971. Instead of turning it over to
Malenko, however, he chose Eddie, who now had majority ownership of the territory. Malenko was unhappy and eventually left Florida for Texas. He would return
but not to work for the office. Instead, the Great Malenko ran an opposition group
he called the International World Wrestling Alliance (iwwa). This infuriated Eddie,
and at one point he wanted Hiro to go to the outlaw show and stretch some of
their guys. Hiro refused, claiming Malenko was still a friend, even though they
hadnt spoken in a long time. I remember Hiro telling me that although he didnt
particularly care for the way Malenko ran his wrestling school, he still respected
him as a worker. Hiro didnt think it was right for Malenko to take money from
just anybody who wanted to learn how to wrestle. Hiro truly had that old school
mentality; he was notorious for hurting people who wanted to become a wrestler
and scared off more guys than he taught. Still, Hiro respected Malenko and
remembered their earlier friendship when they would go to Wolfie Cohens Rascal
House restaurant in Miami Beach for corned beef and other Jewish delicacies
after matches at the convention center.
As if running opposition to the Florida office wasnt hard enough, Malenkos
business venture with Solie went into the tank. I believe it had something to do
with an insurance policy, and they did not talk for many, many years. Malenko
thought he had been taken to the cleaners, and when he would see that big diamond ring Solie used to wear, hed say, Theres my investment. They actually
buried the hatchet when Solie went to work for Global.
I also got the impression from Malenko that he was bitter over not getting a
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screwed him out of it. I know he did not speak with many of the Florida guys for
years, and it was only after the Florida office went out of business that he spoke to
any of them again, Duke being the first. Much later, when Malenko was sick and
in the hospital, he began to mend fences. Prior to his death in 1994, when it was
clear that it was just a matter of time, they eventually all showed up to say their
goodbyes.
While Malenko ran opposition, he would frequently get on iwwa television and
challenge the Grahams. One time he actually billed the main event at Tampas
Curtis Hickson Hall as himself and his son Joe against Dusty Rhodes and Mike
Graham if they would show up. Malenko used to tell a story about how one
time he was working with Dusty and Dusty wasnt selling for him, so he got him
down on the mat and held him there for several minutes until he agreed to sell for
him. If thats true, and theres no reason to believe otherwise, no wonder Dusty and
Mike never showed up! But even with all the tv hype, only seven people bought
tickets. Not 7,000 people. Not 700 people. Not even 70 people. Seven! It wasnt
long before the iwwa was out of business.
Later, after the Global Wrestling Alliance bellied up and Malenko went back to
running his own school instead of running it in conjunction with the gwa
he resurrected the iwwa name and ran his school shows under that banner.
While Malenko was unknowingly mentoring me, Phyllis Lee, his right-hand
person, was also being very helpful. Phyllis was a sweetheart of a lady who would
do anything for the boys, whether they asked her to or not. After Malenko passed
away, Phyllis made quite a name for herself as an mma fight manager, earning the
nickname The First Lady of mma. For many years I didnt know what to make
of her relationship with Malenko. Was she his girlfriend? Was she his mistress?
Maybe she was a glorified arena rat? One time Cora Combs asked her, What do
you do for Larry? and Phyllis responded, Everything!
Whatever she was, it didnt really matter to me because she had a good heart.
Some of the boys were very mean, however, and while they would never dare say
anything to her face, they would make snide remarks behind her back. Phyllis suffered from osteoporosis, a condition in which the density of ones bones decrease,
and scoliosis, a condition that caused her spine to curve from side to side. To the
layman it looked as if she had a hump on her back, and while she dressed as best
she could to hide it, it was still obvious she had some kind of medical condition.
Some of the boys, being the overgrown children they were, said spiteful things, like
if she ever decided to wrestle, she should use a hunchback gimmick because she
could never have her shoulders pinned to the mat. Craig and I were always very
respectful of Phyllis, and when we launched our wrestling company later that year,

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Phyllis was an enormous help,


identifying and booking talent.
Before long it was time for
another Tampa road trip, except
this time we were on a mission.
Aside from going up to see the
pwfs Flamingo Madness show, in
which Dusty would square off
with the Big Steel Man (Fred
Ottman, who would go on to
have a successful career in the
wwf as Tugboat), we wanted to
sit down with Malenko to pick
his brain and get some ideas.
Craig and I were now on the path
toward running our own shows.
Phyllis Lee poses with mma fighter Yuki Kondo in Yokohama,
We sat with Malenko and
Japan
Phyllis for three hours, asking a
million questions and taking notes. We were fortunate to be able to leverage
Malenkos years of experience, and they never asked for anything in return.
After the meeting we headed over to the arena for the Flamingo Madness show,
and, being early, we could see them preparing for the television shoot, adjusting the
camera angles and lighting. At one point Gordon was watching the monitors and
commented to Dusty that he didnt like the way the ring looked on camera because
of all the scratches. Before Dusty could answer him, Gordon took a can of spray
paint and, hobbling down to ringside, touched up some of the more visible marks.
I remember Dusty standing back with a group of people commenting that Gordon
was worried about the wrong thing.
As bell time approached, I saw Patrick Schaefer, the former head of Global. As
I was watching the show from the side, he came up and said hello, handing me a
new business card. He was now the president of a company called Blackstar, which
specialized in international syndication and distribution. Patrick had cut a deal to
distribute pwf tapes overseas. Although Malenkos words about him always resonated, Patrick had a knack for finding investors and raising money, all through
over-the-counter penny-stock deals. I dont know how he did it, but he was the
type of guy who could roll around in crap for years and not get dirty. He was
involved with two roller derby projects, the first called the World Roller
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World Roller Alliance, which he owned under the brand Globe Warriors, which he
planned to take public in 2002 by filing an application with the Securities and
Exchange Commission to issue 700,000 shares of common stock in an attempt to
raise $60 million. When that failed, he became the chief executive officer of a
group called Reality Racing trading over-the-counter on Pink Sheets as rrgi and
unofficially billed as nascar meets American Idol. At the end of April 2008, the
stock was still being traded and at one point had reached a 52-week high of 28 cents
per share. There were approximately 166,900 shares of rrgi actively trading at a
rate of $0.009 per share.
I got my taste of Dustys pwf, and I was not impressed. Not long after Flamingo
Madness, the pwf had a show scheduled for the James L. Knight Center in Miami
the same building the wwf had run a few years earlier. Gordon called and asked
me to do some last-minute publicity to help them because their ticket sales were
pretty soft. Since I was pretty plugged into the Miami publicity machine, having
worked all the contacts for SpyTech, I called in some favors around town, pulled
some strings and had Dusty on a half a dozen radio stations the day of the show to
promote it. The night of the show I was invited backstage by Gordon to finally
meet the Dream face-to-face.
My very first encounter with Stardust was in West Palm Beach sometime in
1987. Crockett was running a pre-Starrcade tour, and I was at the back of the arena,
near the wrestlers entranceway. Dusty came out and looked around the crowd to
see what the attendance was. I said, Hey, how are you? He ignored me and went
back inside the locker room.
Then a fan came up and asked the security guard, Is Dusty Rhodes eating?
What? the security guard asked.
Is he eating? He must be eating, cause he looks so fat.
A smile quickly came to my face.
About six months later, Crockett did a show in Miami at the James L. Knight
Center. It was the very first Wednesday night live broadcast on tbs, called Miami
Mayhem. Danny Miller, who was the event coordinator for the show and had
allowed me full access as a photographer, told me to stay off the third floor, where
the dressing rooms were. Crockett, the tv production people and all the bigwigs
would be all over the place, and Id end up getting in someones way, he said.
Toward the end of the show I took the backstage elevator from the fourth floor,
where the arena was, and pressed 1. The elevator made an unscheduled stop at 3.
The doors opened, and there was Danny, straight ahead. To his right was Dusty,
and to his left was Crockett, and the two of them were screaming at each other.
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and all I could say was Hey, how you doing? I pressed 1 again, the doors closed
and I got the hell out of there as fast as I could.
That was a year-and-a-half before this particular night, and I was psyched
because Gordon had told me that Dusty wanted to personally thank me for
helping out. Suddenly Dusty made his appearance from the stairwell.
Hello Dusty, how are you? I said, extending my hand.
He walked right past me, looked into the arena to see how the crowd was, then
turned around, walked past me a second time and went back downstairs to the third
floor. He didnt even acknowledge me. I was pissed off. I called Gordon the next day,
and it felt like the Mike Graham and Dan Fisher fiasco all over again. However, I
did learn that night from talking to Dustys front man Randy Roberts, who was
one of his investors that Dusty would soon be heading to the wwf.
The Bull of the Woods. Ulvalde Slim. The Midnight Rider. Virgil Reily
Runnels Jr. The Son of a Plumber. The American Dream. The Common Man. No
matter what you call him, Dusty Rhodes remains one of the most charismatic personalities to ever grace our business. How many people in this business can claim
to have a series of match endings named after him? The so-called Dusty Finish.
Without a doubt, Dusty is the most imitated man in wrestling dressing rooms,
although some would argue Hulk Hogan is right up there, brother. The mere mention of his name brings a lisping imitation, if you weeeelll.
I wouldnt cross paths with Rhodes again until 1998, when I called to invite him
to the nwas 50th anniversary celebration in Cherry Hill, New Jersey. He finally
spoke to me but I was promptly turned down. We didnt speak again until 2000,
when I began running shows at the Fort Homer W. Hesterly Armory in Tampa,
the building that he used to book and that many people believe he built. I contacted him to work with me, and he said no. He felt I would fail miserably, and
eventually he would just walk into the building himself to take it over. He was
wrong. But, hell, at least he was honest about his intentions. I got the upturned
nose from the obnoxious, egomaniacal American Dream.
There was a positive experience that came out of that Miami show at the Knight
Center, however. Penelope Paradise, who Craig and I knew from Malenkos school,
was booked to wrestle Wendi Richter. Penelope introduced us to Luna Vachon,
who was there because her then live-in boyfriend, Dick Slater, was also on the card.
We found out that Luna and Slater lived locally, in Pompano Beach. Craig and I
had already begun to plan our womens wrestling promotion and when we were left
alone for a few minutes we tried to come up with a way to get Luna involved.
Why dont we ask her to be our booker? I suggested.
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He immediately moved forward and spoke to Luna about the prospect. Before
the end of the night, she was on board.
The only problem was how to tell Phyllis that she was not the booker wed
led her to believe she would be. Craig and I decided to cross that bridge at a later
date. Although Craig had already started the process, we hadnt even planned our
first show. Craig still had plenty of corporate details to work out. Since I had no
money to invest, it was going to be Craigs company, and I would get a share of any
money made based on sweat equity. Since he was my best friend, we never needed
paperwork our words were our bond.
With pretty much everything in line, we went back to Tampa to finalize things
with Malenko and Phyllis.
As usual we got into Tampa on Friday night, but instead of doing the strip club
rounds, Craig and I spent the evening going over our plan and meeting up with
Danny Miller to get his advice. Danny was the veteran promoter in Florida, and if
we couldnt learn something from him, we couldnt learn anything from anyone.
The next morning we learned from the good professor that the school would
be running one of their local shows that afternoon at an auto dealership in the city
of Lake Wales, about an hour away. We would finally get to see a Malenko show
firsthand, and it would give us a great opportunity to see how things operated on
a small scale.
After each match there would be a 10- to 15-minute break to give the car
salesmen a chance to mingle with the crowd. The afternoon was supposed to be
about selling cars, not wrestling. For the dealership, wrestling was just a way to get
potential patrons onto the lot, but one glance at the crowd and you knew they
didnt give a damn about the autos; they wanted to see bodyslams and dropkicks.
Like every true indie show, it was filled with young men and women who were
chasing their dream. Because we had seen these same workers practicing at the
school earlier in the day, it was interesting to watch them polish their ring skills in
front of a live audience.
Like most sold shows, Malenko made a deal with the auto dealership to get a
deposit up front and the balance of his money at the end. He was responsible for delivering six matches, but between the fourth and fifth match dark clouds rolled in, and
just after the fifth match concluded, the skies opened up with heavy rain. While probably 99 percent of promoters would have called it a day, the auto dealer wasnt letting
Malenko off the hook, and if he wanted to be paid his balance the last match had to
go on. So in the makeshift locker room, when Malenko explained what was going on,
a couple of volunteers stepped forward to ensure the show would be complete.
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the male workers going up against a male and female team . . . during a heavy thunderstorm. As the fans watched the match through the showroom windows, the
wrestlers looked like they were having a blast. It was like watching four kids at a
water park. I dont even recall if they had a referee with them or not. The match
ended, and the four wrestlers came inside to a round of applause, their faces still
beaming from the fun. Malenko and Phyllis hugged each of them as they came
through the glass door.
In hindsight it was a stupid move for the workers, the auto dealer and Malenko
himself. One of the workers could have got hurt or struck by lightning. But from
the inside looking out, this was indie wrestling in its purest form and a step up
from todays backyard wrestling because the workers did it for the love of it. I
looked at their faces, and the smiles told the story. It was really no different from
when I was a kid playing touch football in Brooklyn with my friends we played
whether it was raining, snowing, sleeting, and we always had fun.
If Craig and I were to have half the fun that those four wrestlers had out in that
rainstorm, we were going to be in for one hell of a time.
I only recall two of the wrestlers who worked in that downpour. One was a
worker by the name of Mary Ray, the Biker Babe. She was a short, kind of stocky
gal with short yellow hair, a chipped tooth and a redneck personality. The other
was this young, lanky kid with no muscle definition and semi-short, curly hair.
Although he was only 17 at the time, he looked more like a 14-year-old, especially
when he grinned from ear to ear. The kid would go on to have a stellar career under
a variety of names the Lightning Kid, the 1-2-3 Kid, Syxx, 6-Pac and X-Pac
among them. Of course, the kid was none other than future wwf, wcw and tna
star Sean Waltman.
After the show, Malenko and Phyllis took all the wrestlers out to Pizza Hut on
the way back to Tampa. Craig and I sat off to the side taking everything in,
watching the group bond as a family.
Are you ready? Craig asked. I knew exactly what he meant.
I had made the jump from fan to being on the fringe of the business, and now I
was about to make the jump that would take me directly inside. Even though I thought
I had learned much already, it was nothing compared to what was yet to come.
Im ready, I told Craig. Im ready!
The only limit of our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today.
Franklin D. Roosevelt ()

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Former wwf ladies champion Wendi Richter joins wwow

Now, we go to school!
Ric Flair ()

No matter how much you think you know about the wrestling business and the
people in it, you can really never know it all its in a constant state of flux. Its a
business driven by individual agendas and filled with supercharged egos. Trying to
learn everything about it is like to taking a three-dimensional snapshot of an
exploding egg and examining it from every direction all at once.
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though you can see everything, when you look at it straight on, you wouldnt be
able to see the hidden pieces of shell on the other side of the exploding yolk. And
if you turn the picture around and look at it from the other direction, you would
still be missing things hidden by something else. Instead, you learn a little bit at a
time, and the more directions you look in, the better you grasp the entirety.
The wrestling business is like an exploding egg. You may get a great picture
from one perspective, but you can never truly see the entire picture. Never.
While Craig Cohen and I were poised to begin promoting our own shows, I
couldnt quite see the whole picture. Instead of trying to help establish our own
brand, I continued pining for an established wrestling company.
Around the time that Dusty Rhodes bought into Florida Championship
Wrestling and changed the name to the Pro Wrestling Federation, George Scott
was hired as wcws new booker. George took Hiro Matsuda with him. Hiro
who had a run at wcw as Lex Lugers manager when Dusty was booking and had
been engaged in a feud in which he, as the Master of the Japanese Sleeper, faced
off with Johnny Weaver and his Weaver Lock now found himself in a gimmick
as the manager of Keiji Mutoh (the Great Muta) and then as Ric Flairs manager,
involved with both Terry Funk and Playboy Gary Harts J-Tex Corporation, portraying their business agent from Japan.
My two new friends were on a grand stage, and one of them was in a position
of power; I was not shy about asking George for help. Although I had become
closer with Hiro than with George, I came right out and asked the nwas new
booker to see if he could get me a job with Crockett. Without hesitation, George
Scott began making inquiries for me.
George had tried to get me a public relations or publicity position, but before
anything of substance could materialize, Jim Crockett Promotions was sold to
Turner Broadcasting, and George was replaced by Ole Anderson. Hiro quickly
found himself on the outs too, but with some quick maneuvering he got himself a
great position with New Japan Pro Wrestling as their liaison to World
Championship Wrestling. Hiro had put his long-term relationships with Antonio
Inoki and Masa Saito to good use.
With the prospect of working for wcw no longer an option, I focused on the
promotion with Craig, even though I still had visions of grandeur dancing in my
head.
I was faced with another problem too: SpyTech had decided to move its base of
operations from Miami to New York and without an offer for a cost of living
adjustment to make the move worth my while, I found myself without a job.
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forward and ensured I would get one months pay. After my severance ran out, my
two oldest brothers, Arnie and Marty, came to the rescue and offered me a job at
their new travel agency, National Casino Tours. While I happily accepted the work,
my heart was elsewhere. In my mind it was going to be a temporary position; I was
determined to make it in wrestling.
When Craig and I started the promotion, although we considered ourselves
partners and did everything on a handshake, the reality was that I was working for
him. Craig had already established himself as a successful Miami businessman
he and his family owned a handful of gift shops called Metal Crafter in four of the
local malls. Craig had a great sense for business; he knew how to balance quality
with quantity and knew when to be frugal and when not to be.
Since I didnt have a proverbial pot to piss in at this point, still on the rebound
from bankruptcy, it was Craig who put up all the money to get the company
started everything from creating the corporation and setting up the post office
box to producing the ancillary materials we needed, like flyers, posters and even
T-shirts. This was really his baby, and I was just along for the ride.
So what were we going to call this new promotion?
We had already decided to do a womens promotion since it would be different
from what some of the people we were friendly with were doing, and we didnt
want to be perceived as being new competition. We began tossing around names.
I felt we needed something with a little oomph and lightheartedly suggested
Beautiful Ladies of Wrestling. Craig didnt think a group of female wrestlers called
blow was a very good idea, especially if we wanted to do school fundraisers. Since
glow (Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling) had been enormously popular during the
mid-80s and poww (Powerful Women of Wrestling) had reached limited popularity in the late 80s, Craig suggested we simply call the promotion wow, for
Women of Wrestling. As a joke I tried imitating Luke and Butch of the Bushwhackers by changing the emphasis on the letter O to make the wow sound
more like glow and I grunted out an exaggerated Wwwwwhooooa! Thinking
this was funny, we tried coming up with an appropriate word that started with the
letter W to precede the letters W-O-W. With apologies to the late Walt Disney,
we actually considered calling our promotion the Wonderful Women of Wrestling
before settling on Wild.
Almost immediately after we created wwow we had to protect our brand name.
Our threats of lawsuits were commonplace; one company was offering apartment
wrestling videos under the title Wild Women of Wrestling, and there was even a company in Fort Lauderdale that offered topless car washes from the Wild Women of
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company to pay us $1,000 to be a sponsor of one of our events. It wasnt until Craig
let his ownership of the wwow name go into default in the late 90s that David
McLane, the creator of both glow and poww, launched the new wow in 2000,
which lasted only one television season.
While Craig never said anything to me about it, I think many of the people who
he knew from wrestling before I started attending the matches Bruce Owens,
Dana Taylor and others really couldnt understand why I had become his business partner and they hadnt. Perhaps if they had paid more attention, they would
have understood that it was simply a natural progression of our friendship. A lot of
people around at the time misunderstood the business relationship Craig and I
had. Some people, like Luna Vachons ex-live-in boyfriend Dick Slater, went as far
as to chalk it up to a different kind of buddy relationship.
Aside from the fact that we became best friends in a relatively short period of
time, in many ways Craig and I were, as he used to say, twin brothers from separate mothers. We both grew up in the Northeast (he was from Philadelphia, while
I was from Brooklyn), we followed the same wrestlers growing up, we both came
from strong Jewish households where family came first, we both made similar transitions from being wrestling fans to working on the fringe of the business and we
both had a strong desire to do something more meaningful in the business than
what we were doing. While we could both be funny and frivolous, when it came
time to be serious about promoting, we were both very focused and determined to
be successful. The others just did not have that same drive.
Even before our first show, I already had the notion of doing television, so I
called the television syndication company MG/Perin. Based in New York, they
were the same company that had syndicated and distributed glow a few years earlier. Within a few minutes of talking to the president of the company, Richard
Perin, I knew I was wasting my time. Perin told me that to get womens wrestling
on the air, stations would have to be compensated $50,000 a year or more, plus, as
the company doing the syndication, they wouldnt be interested in handling the
show unless they were paid $10,000 in advance to handle station clearance, and it
would still be up to me to sell the advertising, of which they wanted 50 percent.
After hearing that I immediately began calling my wrestling contacts and asking
them everything and anything they knew about tv production, getting on the air
and how to make money doing it. I knew that the scenario Richard Perin put
before me couldnt be the only answer there had to be a way to do this without
it costing a small fortune. I figured it couldnt be any harder than doing radio syndication, but since I had failed at that . . . how we were going to pay for it was a
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While Roy Nelson, Gordon Solie, Hiro Matsuda, George Scott, Bob Roop, Red
Roberts and Patrick Schaefer all provided great insight into what it would take to
produce a show and get it on the air, I left no stone unturned and reached outside
the wrestling business to see what else I could find out about syndicating a new
wrestling show. Learning fairly quickly that, like radio syndication, once a show
was on the air you needed advertisers to generate income and offset the production
cost, I began looking for a company that could do just that.
Aside from contacting television production and syndication companies, l
called a longtime friend of my sister Terri who had garnered some serious stroke
over the years with the Madison Avenue advertising elite. Lee Francis provided a
lot of clarity about what I could expect from potential sponsors, but she really
didnt have the contacts to put me on the right track. I contacted my fathers
younger brother Sam, who also knew several Madison Avenue power brokers.
Having worked with some of the best commercial photographers and creative
people in the world, my uncle put me in touch with several people who were in
the know, and they offered terrific insights and, more importantly, leads. I was
closing in on my new goal, but there were still a few pieces to the puzzle missing.
One of the people my uncle put me in touch with was Len Koch, who owned a
company called Syndicast. Koch was a television syndication veteran whose many
accomplishments included the creation and syndication of such television shows as
The Mike Douglas Show, The Sammy Davis Jr. Show and The Dinah Shore Show.
Considering Syndicast was instrumental in the development of the barter syndication business in the U.S., if any company could help it would be them. When I
called on Len to set up a meeting at his New York office, he was more than cordial.
After going to New York and having a brief meeting with Len, he walked me
into the office of one of his top reps, someone who specialized in advertising time
sales. The guys name was Bob Syers. Bob had cut his teeth in radio, where he
worked for abc. He had also helped develop programming for Lifetime Television
when the network was in its infancy and called Daytime. He did similar work for
the Arts and Entertainment network now known as A&E.
Perhaps it was fate that Bob Syers and I would meet because four years later he
would help Hiro and I get our foot in the door with international broadcasters.
There was no doubt Bob was destined to be involved in pro wrestling, whether he
worked on my project or not. While still working for Syndicast, he began syndicating Verne Gagnes American Wrestling Association show during their twilight,
and when he left Syndicast to start RJS Marketing, he took Verne and the awa with
him. Bob would later be responsible for creating his own ladies wrestling group
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While Bob admits today he used the name flair to take advantage of then nwa
World Champion Ric Flairs popularity, Patrick Schaefer (who went to work for
Bob after he left Blackstar) filled in the words to make the acronym work. RJS
Marketing also ended up syndicating and brokering the advertising time for Pro
Wrestling This Week, hosted by Gordon Solie and Joe Pedicino.
Because Len was a longtime friend of my uncle, neither he nor Bob pulled any
punches when telling me what could be accomplished, and I left New York realizing I had found the perfect company, which could both syndicate the show and
set up sponsors to buy advertising time. But like MG/Perin, it was going to cost
money not nearly as much as what Richard Perin was asking for, but it was still
going to cost some serious coin. Luckily, Len and Bob had agreed to take the
majority of their fee on the back end, after the show was cleared and advertising
was sold. Since both knew I was putting a budget and business plan together to
raise money, they worked with me to crunch numbers.
As reassurance to the Syndicast plan, I also worked out a deal with an advertising buyer by the name of Michael Predmest from Tri-Way Media and
Communications, based out of Boca Raton. Mike was a friend of a friend and had
been in radio and television advertising for more than 20 years. Unlike Syndicast,
who would represent me in selling time, Predmest represented the buyers and
would buy time from me on behalf of his clients. He too helped me crunch the
numbers and explained how the revenue stream would work. Based on certain criteria, he helped me create the projections we needed for a working business plan.
In order to maximize potential returns, I even worked out a deal with Patrick
Schaefer to have his company, Blackstar, handle international distribution. Like the
others, he produced a projection sheet to illustrate potential income based on his
experience in the marketplace and what similar programming sold for overseas.
Now that I had done my homework, Craig was more at ease with the idea of
us doing television, although I think he still felt we were biting off more than we
could chew. But, like me, he was determined to make the project work. All we
needed was a production company to shoot and edit our pilot.
While Hiro suggested we speak to F&F Productions out of Tampa, which had
done much of the production work for Championship Wrestling from Florida and
were experts at producing sports programming, including pro wrestling, Bob Roop
and Red Roberts suggested we speak to the company they used when producing
the gwa, Pompano-based Media Productions. After meeting with both companies
and weighing our options, Media was more accommodating and offered a variety
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reestablished by the wwf and wcw and their multi-camera, high-end productions,
there was no way a studio wrestling show could work nationally. We needed an
arena-based event in order to get a decent station lineup and international licensing
agreements; its still true today, 20 years later.
We still hadnt promoted show one, but that was about to change. With Luna
as our booker (although matchmaker and finish-caller would be a more appropriate title), Phyllis Lee all set to get us talent and all the paperwork in place, we
were now ready to sell our first wrestling show. One of the wrestlers we had
planned to use, Denise Klimowicz (who wrestled at the time as Dazzling Denise
but would eventually work under the ring name Ariel Dee), suggested to Luna that
we try to sell a show to a club she frequented, J.J.s Other Side Lounge. J.J.s was
billed as a place For Women and Friends. Simply put, J.J.s was a lesbian bar.
After Denise set up a meeting for us, Craig and I walked into this lesbian bar
to sell the owner on the idea of a ladies wrestling show. And while that might
sound like the setup for a very bad joke, we were one hundred percent serious when
we walked in, and when we walked out of there 45 minutes later we had our first
signed contract. Despite our reserve when we walked out of the establishment with
a deposit check, once we got back to Craigs car, it was high-five central. In our
minds this would be the first of many wwow shows we felt there was nothing
to it. You walk in, you make your pitch by laying out your plans, you tell them how
much you want and you say, Sign here. Boy, were we naive!
However, in the meantime, we were riding this unbelievable high. Not only
were we less than a month away from doing our first show, but we were preparing
for a huge undertaking in producing television. What were we thinking?
Since Media Productions was local and had produced a years worth of wrestling
for Global, we were set to go with them until another company came into the picture with an opportunity we just couldnt ignore. In another one of those friend-ofa-friend introductions, we found ourselves talking turkey with Mizlou TV Sports,
one of the premier sports production and syndication companies of the time.
Unlike the traditional networks, abc, cbs and nbc, Mizlou produced and distributed sports programming to a network of affiliates that were set up on an
event-by-event basis. Mizlous tv network leveraged affiliates of all three major networks plus independent television stations and, later, regional sports networks.
In the era preceding satellite television distribution, aside from the major networks, Mizlou had the only system capable of distributing programming to
television stations that used a nationwide system of landlines and microwave
towers. Mizlou covered more college football bowl games than any other network
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Arena Football League games, professional boxing events and lpga golf. During
the 80s Mizlou gave nascar its first regular national television coverage, and they
were also the first to distribute the Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association events.
In a nonsports capacity, Mizlou used their infrastructure to help distribute events
like the annual Jerry Lewis mda labor day telethon.
While we certainly didnt want to be distracted from our upcoming first show,
there was no denying that our thoughts were elsewhere well, mine were as
we now had a legitimate player and potential broadcast partner sitting at the table
with us. We were in a make or break scenario. On July 14th, I spoke with Mizlous
president, Bill Schwing, but after hanging up I still wasnt sure where we stood. Was
this going to be another in the long line of disappointments?
On July 25th, we got our answer.
In a fax addressed to me, Don Friedman, Mizlous vice president of marketing
and program development, wrote:
Dear Howard:
As per your conversation with Bill Schwing on Friday, July 14, 1989, this
letter will affirm that Mizlou TV Sports would consider syndicating the
Wild Women of Wrestling program.
Of course that is contingent on the initial four shows meeting the
expectations of being the high quality show which you described.
When you are ready we will be happy to present a specific proposal for
Mizlous production/syndication services.
In the meantime we look forward to hearing about your progress in
getting this timely, popular, and entertaining sports program ready for television.
Sincerely,
Don Friedman
V.P. Marketing/Program Development

All things considered, this came about in a relatively short period of time, and
while you always hope for the best, I was actually expecting the door to be slammed
in my face. All we had to do now was get our first show under our belt, and then
we could concentrate on producing a television show.
On Sunday afternoon, August 6, 1989, the Wild Women of Wrestling made its
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might have still been a bit of a mark, but from this day forward, nobody could ever
take away the fact that we ran our very own wrestling show.
Although Luna was our booker she would have wrestled too but was on
crutches at the time, recovering from knee surgery and Phyllis would help get
the girls for our first show, Craig and I were determined to put our own creative
stamp on the product now that we were starting to think about television. We both
believed that, in order to hide some of the shortcomings of the workers, we needed
to create distractions and confusion, sort of how a magician uses misdirection to
make his illusions more believable. For us, it was giving every worker a gimmick
and pairing the more experienced girls with those who were greener. We even created a manager and named him Famous Amos, after the king of chocolate chip
cookies. William Blue, who frequently drove some of the out of town wrestlers
around South Florida when they came to town, took on the gimmick and made it
work. It worked so well that he generated a ton of heat from the crowd, and at one
point they stole his bag of chocolate chip cookies and began passing it around
among themselves.
Because the club had a low ceiling, the event was held in their parking lot.
Unfortunately, before the eight-girl over-the-top-rope battle royal main event
could take place, the local police showed up and shut us down. While they claimed
the club had failed to get the proper permit to hold the outside event, I think it
had nothing to do with getting a permit and everything to do with the lifestyle of
the owners and their patrons. Theres no doubt in my mind that if J.J.s had been
any other type of establishment, the show would have continued without a hitch.
We moved inside and thats when it got really interesting.
One of our referees, Joe Popejoy, insisted that a female patron was hitting on
him between the matches, not realizing she was actually a transvestite, and Phyllis
was visibly upset about being usurped by Luna in calling the finishes. Craig and I
wanted both of them involved, but we knew it was going to be a challenge. Aside
from putting up with Phylliss bruised ego, several of the local male wrestlers had
showed up to gawk, which made most of the people in the dressing room a bit
uneasy. Some of the boys were there to help Rusty Brooks with the ring, but others
showed up unannounced and uninvited.
One of the workers who showed up was somebody I would become very
friendly with a few years later Steve Collins (real name Wylie Sacks), whose
moniker at the time was the Party Animal. Steve was visibly drunk throughout the
afternoon, and he hadnt come to the show alone. He brought his then girlfriend
Liza with him, a big, buxom blonde who worked as a stripper.
Craig, Luna, Penelope Paradise and I were huddled in a corner of the dressing

photo by howard t. brody

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room trying to figure out how we were


going to pull off the eight-girl match on a
dance floor with no ring, including a finish
that made sense, when all of a sudden Luna
had an astonished look on her face.
Penelope, who would marry Steve several
years later and was looking in the same
direction as Luna, gasped in horror.
Craig turned to look over his shoulder,
Jesus Christ! he said.
I was the last of the foursome to look,
and I couldnt believe my eyes. Steve had a
can of Bud in one hand, his girlfriends
curly blonde hair clenched in the other,
his pants down around his knees and
Lizas face planted squarely in his crotch
performing oral favors on him.
We were all stunned, but after the iniStiff Collins works over another opponent
tial shock wore off, we just shook our
heads in disbelief. Instead of getting all
bent out of shape about it, since that would have made an even bigger stink, we
simply moved several feet away from them and finished our business while they
finished theirs.
Welcome, Mr. Brody, to the truly bizarre everything goes world of professional
wrestling. For years after that little episode I called Wylie Stiff Collins instead of
Steve Collins, and while he may have thought I was referring to his work in the
ring, I was actually referring to his work in the dressing room.
As the show wrapped up, with Denise winning a dance floor pile-on free-for-all
that looked more like an all-girl orgy than a battle royal, we collected the balance
of our money and began packing up. When the crowd wanted more, the owner of
J.J.s ended up hiring Steves girlfriend to dance topless. To say she too was a hit
would be an understatement, especially after she licked her nipples and stuck the
dollar bills that patrons gave her to them. She had the best payoff of the night. And
unlike the rest of us, she booked several return engagements to J.J.s.
We shouldnt have been shocked because, even in wrestling, sex sells. And when
you get right down to it, wasnt that what we were doing too? It didnt matter that
this particular crowd was gay women as it could very easily have been hooting and
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wrestlers, even though some of them were about as far removed from sexy as one
can get.
With our first wwow show complete, Craig and I felt as if wed just promoted
WrestleMania. But despite all the little problems, all the personalities, all the little
things that went wrong with the show, the good stuff far outweighed the bad, and
we were ready to conquer the world.
With one little show before a crowd of about 150 in the hopper, we were now
going to focus our attention on television. Talk about biting off more than you can
chew. We were barely taking baby steps, and I wanted to run the Boston Marathon.
Being the persistent booger I was, I got Craig excited about the concept too, and
while we should have been concentrating on getting more sold shows, I wanted to
be Cecil B. DeMille or, at the very least, Vince McMahon. If I thought I was
hooked before, I now had a full blown case of acute wrestleitis, a condition in which
a wrestling promoters head swells so big, that it not only creates a false sense of
accomplishment, but it impairs his vision to the point that he can only see the positive in a situation.
A few days after the show I was on the phone again with Mizlou, outlining what
we were looking for in the way of television production. Simply put, we wanted
our brand to have a look and feel similar to what the wwf was presenting at the
time. A few days after our conversation, Don Friedman faxed me a detailed proposal that not only included a breakdown of production equipment, services and
costs but a list of station affiliates they had cleared for arena football and boxing,
to give us an idea of what we could expect as a projected syndicated station lineup.
The price tag was $49,000 for the first four one-hour episodes.
Now that we knew what it was going to cost production-wise, we had to start
putting a budget together for all the other costs associated with shooting television:
arena rental, advertising, talent, transportation, hotel accommodations and overhead. It was going to take about $65,000 to pull it off.
The first person I called was Dan Fisher, the guy who had been willing to put
money behind Gordon, Steve Keirn and Mike Graham until Mike asked for
$2 million, but he was already waist deep in a new project and didnt want to invest
in ladies wrestling, no matter how small the investment was. I also went to my two
older brothers to see if they would be willing to put the money up, but Arnie had
his finances tied up in his ongoing chemical sales business, and Marty had all his
money wrapped up in the travel agency. While Craig was willing to put up some
of the money himself, he knew he couldnt do it on his own, so he decided to go
to the one and only person he could trust his father.
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at his home, but this was different. Craig arranged for him and me to meet his
father over dinner at a little deli by his parents house. Craig told me ahead of time
to let him do the talking since I had no money to put into the project and he knew
the first thing his father was going to ask was about the finances. After sitting down
and making small talk, Bob pointedly asked how much it was going to cost and
how much I was going to put in.
About 60 or 65 thousand, Craig answered.
And how much are you putting in? Bob asked me.
Craig answered for me by flashing the goose egg sign with his hand.
I could tell Bob wasnt exactly thrilled with the arrangement, but Craig
explained as best he could that the only thing I was bringing to the table was my
desire to make the project successful. I dont think Bob thought that was a very
even trade.
Bob thought for a long time and finally asked his son if he realized he couldnt
go into a $65,000 project with $65,000 and that it would cost much more. Craig
said he understood and then told his father about another friend who would most
likely put some money into the project.
Dan Druckman was an associate of Craigs who represented one of the gift lines
that Craig bought for his store, so Bob knew him too. Like us, Dan was a young
and ambitious guy. He differed from us in that his father was a Miami power
attorney who was well connected in business and political circles. Dan had that certain aura about him; you just knew that no matter what type of project you would
put in front of him, he would help it succeed because of his resilience and his
resources. Craig knew from talking with Dan that even if he didnt put the money
up himself, he knew people who not only could but would.
Bob, unfortunately, didnt like the sound of that.
How do you know who these people are? Bob asked. How do you know that
if things dont work out, one of them isnt going to make trouble?
We couldnt answer.
Bob suggested that before Craig commit, he look at every aspect of what he was
willing to do. Without coming right out and saying it, Bob was telling his son that
he trusted his business sense and that, if he needed the money to do the project,
he would provide the financing. We had the green light we were looking for.
Almost immediately Craig and I divided the workload and set off to see if we
could put together a television show. Craig would handle the live event and all the
intricacies that went along with it, while I would handle the production end,
working with Mizlou, Bob Syers and Mike Predmest. Together we would work
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crown an undisputed world womens champion. Our idea was to have Wendi
Richter, who was no longer working for the wwf and was perhaps the most wellknown lady wrestler of the time, face off against Misty Blue Simmes, who was the
then NWA United States women champion (having replaced Debbie Combs),
since the title was being phased out at the time and she was not being booked.
We set a date of Thursday, November 2, 1989, to shoot. In the middle of making
arrangements, we got a call from Mizlou saying something to the effect that before
they would finalize and sign a contract with us, they wanted to meet face-to-face
to go over the details. While we suggested we could accomplish this through faxes
and phone calls, Don Friedman insisted we do it in person. And so, during the
third week of August, Craig and I put everything on hold for a New York sit-down
with them.
While it was exciting to be meeting at their offices, we really couldnt understand why the deal couldnt be finalized by phone and fax. Id be lying if I said I
wasnt impressed when we got there. Don gave us the nickel tour, which included
meeting some of the people who we would be working with as well as showing us
the studio where their new 24-hour Mizlou Sports News Network originated from.
snn was the first network of its kind to deliver sports news in a cnn-news format.
Every 24 hours they would produce six hours of original programming.
When it came time to talk business, Don took us out to lunch. Lunch was a lot
of chitchat about Craigs background as well as mine, and then we went back to
Dons office to go over details. After a few words setting up what he was about
to spring on us, Don handed us a preliminary station lineup of where our show
would be seen beginning January 1, 1990. It wasnt the same list hed shown me previously. That was an estimated station lineup this was a list of actual stations
that had committed to carrying the program sight unseen due to Mizlous reputation for delivering quality sports programming. To say it was impressive would be
a drastic understatement. Not only did it include television stations in 14 of the top
15 markets including outlets in New York, Los Angeles and Chicago but the
combination of broadcast stations and regional sports networks delivered coverage
to 85 percent of all U.S. households, more than enough to secure corporate sponsors and advertisers. It seems Mizlou wasnt going to commit to the project unless
they knew for certain that the station clearance would guarantee success.
Once this was explained, Don finally admitted that the meeting had nothing to
do with going over details. It was all about achieving a level of comfort. They
wanted to know who they were about to get into bed with, and part of Dons job
was to measure us up before they made a final commitment. Now that he knew we
were for real, we were on target to make wwow tv a reality.

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But you know the old axiom, if something sounds too good to be true it usually is? Before our contract with Mizlou could be finalized and signed, we hit a snag
one of overwhelming proportions.
Mizlou had launched snn several months earlier and had sought $15 to $20 million in private funding in order to keep the network on the air and to move
forward with their committed projects. After months of looking for a bailout, snn
conceded defeat. By the end of August, their parent company, Mizlou Communications Corporation, which also owned Mizlou TV Sports, began the process of
filing for bankruptcy protection.
The news was nothing short of devastating. It meant we had to start from
square one. Although the company had been negotiating to sell snns assets to
Landmark Communications, Mizlou officials said theyd simply run out of time
and money they eventually pulled the plug on the network on December 17th
at 6 p.m. Eastern time after a brief explanation to viewers. Cable system affiliates
reported afterward that they were notified just a few hours before the network went
dark; the company that had a flawless reputation with tv stations from coast to
coast as the largest independent sports network in the country was no more. It
should be noted that, despite claims to the contrary, todays Mizlou TV Sports,
based out of Atlanta and run by Don Moose Lewis, a one-time nwa member, has
no affiliation with or connection to the original company.
With Mizlou pulling out, Craig got somewhat cold feet. He didnt want to take
all the risk, so we were left with a huge financial gap to fill.
Dan Druckman stepped forward and said he could deliver an investor or
investors who would put up the money, but they would want controlling interest in
the company. At that point Craig wasnt willing to be a partner with someone he
didnt know and agreed to let me run with the ball on my own. We had an understanding that if something could be put together, he would license the wwow name
to me for tv and still be there to help make the live event successful. Its not that he
wasnt willing to take the risk it was more that he didnt want to be indebted to
complete strangers. The scheduled November 2nd date was canceled.
Needing someone with a sharp business background to take Craigs place, I
asked my brother Arnie to join the project. Although he was reluctant because he
had other business priorities and didnt care much for the wrestling business, he
agreed to help me out for as long as I needed him.
The first thing I had to do was update the business plan, and instead of
including Mizlou as the production company, I inserted Media Productions.
Although I still had to find a new syndication company, I leveraged the station
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cleared the show. I figured that I could provide whoever would do the syndication
with the station list, and they could follow up with those stations. The only real
difference in the plan from a timing perspective was that we now had to target an
April delivery instead of a January one. On the positive side, both Syers and
Predmest were still on board and Syers offered to do the syndication if we needed
him to.
Druckman, meanwhile, had a close friend who was somewhat interested in the
project, and after I provided a copy of the updated business plan, he wanted to
know more. So Dan arranged for his friend to meet with Arnie and me at my
brothers office. After grilling my brother about why he wasnt going to put up any
money himself, the guy agreed to provide the financing after accepting that Arnie
had his funds tied up in his other business. However, less than two hours later he
sent Arnie a fax stating he wouldnt put the money up after all, citing my brothers
lack of financial commitment to the project. In hindsight, though, it was a damn
good thing that he never got involved because I heard that years later he was
involved in some shady dealings and is serving time for drug trafficking, tax evasion and a variety of other federal charges. Bob Cohen was right on the mark with
his comment about not knowing who we were getting into business with, and that
statement would rear its ugly head many times over the next 18 years.
Once again it was looking as though the television project was going into cardiac arrest, but Dan said he had another idea. Within a month he was able to bring
the project back to life by pulling together a small group of investors to put up the
money needed to shoot television. The group included three of his friends (Donald
Baker, Bruce Neuman and Lenny Sklawer), his accountant (Bruce Harris), his
accountants friend who was an attorney (David Berman) and himself. I was able
to get one person to put up some of the money too, a former business associate
(David Rafky) who owned a computer business in Miami.
At one point in the finance-gathering process the deal nearly fell apart when
Harris and Berman, two of the bigger investors, decided to pull out, feeling my
brother Arnie was a bit too overbearing when it came to structuring the shareholders agreement. While I didnt agree with their assessment, had they pulled out
of the deal the whole thing would have come crashing down, so I agreed to move
forward without Arnie, taking a smaller piece of the overall pie.
While at first my brother felt I screwed him rightfully so since he put a
couple of months into the project when it came right down to it, Arnie completely understood this was my dream and not his. He knew it was an opportunity
for me and was willing to look the other way because it was something that I
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self-absorption and ultimately giving me his blessing, Arnie stepped away.


Shortly thereafter we signed our shareholders agreement, and on October 30,
1989, the articles of incorporation were filed with the state of Florida for the creation of Ladies Major League Wrestling, Inc. We were back on the road to putting
a television show together. One of the provisions in the shareholders agreement
was that I was to receive a modest salary as long as business was being conducted
it was a stipulation that Arnie had insisted be included when he originally negotiated with the investors.
With the money raised it was time to get busy, and after cutting a deal with
Craig to license the wwow name for the tv show and hiring him to help with promoting the live event, we did everything to cut as many corners as we could.
One major cost-cutting option came about after a meeting with Mario Savoldi.
Mario, who owned and operated icw and had a pretty decent station lineup in
place at the time, offered to produce our show, syndicate it, distribute it and even
book talent for it after I shared with him how much we had raised to produce the
show. And wouldnt you know it, the price he was going to charge us was the exact
amount that we had raised. The only difference was, Mario promised to deliver 13
episodes instead of four.
At the time Mario was partnered with Howard Rapp, one of the principals of
Charles Rapp Enterprises, a New Yorkbased entertainment planning organization
that was founded in 1935 by Howards uncle, Charlie Rapp. They had stroke in setting up live events, and Charlie had made his mark by developing new talent and
booking shows for more than a hundred resort hotels in the Catskills. Charlie was
credited with helping to develop the Borscht Belt early careers of people like
Milton Berle and Jackie Mason. Howard had joined the company full time in 1969,
after having worked every summer since his 13th birthday. After Charlies death in
1974, Howard and another worker, Arnold Graham, had taken charge, and
together they brought the company into the modern era, helping to develop the
careers of new talent, such as Ray Romano, Jerry Seinfeld, Rodney Dangerfield and
Jay Leno. They were also credited with bringing first time appearances in the
Catskill Mountains area for such stars as George Burns and Bob Hope. Howard
had helped Mario get into the buildings where he shot his television show, and he
would now do the same for wwow.
While on the surface it sounded like a good deal, we knew that if we moved forward wed be losing many of the things that we were trying to accomplish,
including the two we felt were absolutely necessary for us to be successful an
arena look and quality talent. Luna understood the vision we had of creating a
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with the Japanese style of ladies wrestling, which is something Mario not only disagreed with but never really understood. We wanted to bring legitimacy to ladies
wrestling and erase the ridicule that had been established by glow and, to a lesser
degree, mud wrestling.
Even though I had provided a letter of intent to Mario, we never got to the contract stage, and after I realized I would be compromising too much, including what
was promised to the investors, some of the talent who we had already spoken to
and those who would be selling the advertising, the deal was called off. To say
Mario was pissed off would be an understatement, and he threatened legal action.
The investors supported my decision, however, and after I told Mario where he
could stick his threats, we moved forward with the plans that were previously in
place. I was upset that things with Mario had deteriorated because he was one of
the people who had helped open the door to the business for me, and there I was
betraying him to some degree, at least thats how I felt at the time. But I knew I
had a responsibility to my business partners first, and by this point I wasnt about
to be bullied not by him or anybody else.
By the time we were ready to pull it all together, it was after the first of the year.
With Friday, March 23, 1990, as the date we were scheduled to shoot television and
the 2,000-seat War Memorial Auditorium set as our venue, we could have used an
entire staff of people to complete everything on our to-do list. But when it came
down to actually getting things done, it was really a two-person endeavor. There
was me, and there was Craig.
After we had identified the talent we wanted to book for the four hours of television, we got Luna to start making the phone calls to get the best prices she
could. Not wanting to alienate Phyllis Lee, although she was more or less out of
the project at this point, we let her book some of the undercard talent. In hindsight, it was a big mistake to have Luna negotiate prices for us. Being one of the
girls herself, she wasnt about to take the side of the office over that of her friends.
It was an expensive lesson, and the talent made out very well.
Meanwhile, Craig was given the job of ensuring we had a full house for television. Knowing we were more concerned with having fans in the seats than
generating box office receipts, he had a brilliant idea on how we could fill the
stands and get a ton of free advertising. First, we decided to make the tickets dirt
cheap three dollars each so anybody and everybody who wanted to attend
could. Second, Khambrel Marshall, the sports director at the local abc affiliate,
who Craig was friendly with, had a pet charity in town called Kids in Crisis, which
helped neglected and abused children. Craig thought that if we donated the entire
box office gate to Khambrels charity, in exchange he would help with publicity for

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Luna Vachon poses between Khambrel Marshall (left) and Rick Shaw (right) during the taping of a wwow psa

the event. After Craig pitched the idea, Khambrel couldnt do enough to ensure all
of South Florida knew about the event. We were able to get charity rates for the
Miami Herald and the Fort Lauderdale News and Sun-Sentinel newspapers and
radio spots. Thanks to Khambrel, Rick Shaw, the program director at waxy 105.9
fm and a local radio icon also got involved to publicize the event, and we even shot
a public service announcement with the two of them and Luna to promote the
show; it got plenty of airplay.
Still in a cost cutting mode but not to the extent that it would jeopardize our
production values, I was able to work out deals to get many of the ancillary costs
offset through corporate sponsorships. Hotel rooms, limousine service, tuxedo
rentals for the on-air talent and support staff were all secured in exchange for promotional consideration when the show would broadcast. In addition, through my
brother Martys travel agency, I was able to get Eastern Airlines to come on board
as a promotional partner, as they provided all of our airline tickets, with the exception of a round-trip out of Los Angeles for Lisa Moretti (a.k.a. Ivory, Nina Ferrari,
Tina Ferrari, Tina Moretti, et al), for around $100 or $150 per ticket.
Our talent roster was starting to shape up, even though we had a couple of hiccups Misty Blue Simmes and her stable of Kat LaRoux, Linda Dallas and others
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team. I knew exactly who I wanted to call the play-by-play and who I wanted to
be the color commentator. If we were going to put this brand forward as the legitimate product we wanted it to be, we needed a no-nonsense duo. I called on
Gordon Solie to call the action.
Without hesitation Gordon said yes, and even though he had just started back
with wcw, there was nothing in his contract to prevent him from doing our show
too. With the Dean on board I knew it was going to be easier to get the other half
of my dream team, wrestlings Living Legend Bruno Sammartino. Bruno had
recently left the wwf, and I felt his name, together with Gordons, would give us
instant recognition with both wrestling fans and television stations. Bruno, however, wasnt easily sold on the prospect of wwow, and it took some serious
convincing on my part to get him on board. Like many of the old-timers, Bruno
didnt particularly care for ladys wrestling, and he looked on it in much the same
way many look on midget wrestling, as a special attraction only. He questioned
whether or not the girls could carry a 60-minute show beyond any initial sex appeal
and further questioned if we had the level of talent to not only provide enough of
a variety of matches but to execute and sustain angles. While the sex appeal
would be a bit of a challenge, I gave him my word that the presentation would be
first class and said that it was up to him and Gordon, as the storytellers, to help get
the product and workers across to the audience. Bruno and I agreed on terms, and
wrestlings announcing dream team was all set.
The final element for our production team was a director, and it couldnt be just
anyone. We needed someone who had the experience with wrestling and knew
how to work a multi-camera shoot. While Jim Haney at Media Productions suggested we use the director that did Global, Gordon and Hiro both suggested David
Togie, the longtime director for Championship Wrestling from Florida. When I
contacted Dave and told him what we were trying to accomplish production-wise,
meaning we needed to take the $20,000 we set aside for production and make it
look like $100,000, it took him all of about 10 minutes to tell me how we he would
execute that vision. Aside from working out a few minor details, he was on board.
Everything was taking shape nicely. Mike Predmest even helped off set some
upfront costs by bringing us a sponsor called AES Alarms, which specialized in
emergency medical systems. For $5,000 we agreed to put the aes name and logo
on our mat and give them an opening brought to you in part by spot in the show.
We were starting to hit our stride.
Then a few weeks before the shoot, we had a bomb dropped on us. Two, actually. First, we learned through the grapevine (telephone, telegraph, tell-a-wrestler)
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Laughlin, Nevada. The lpwa (Ladies Professional Wrestling Association), led by


Tor Berg and his business partner Leonard Grau, were supposedly well financed
and were going to put out a show similar to ours. That did not bode well for our
plan to be the only all-girls show offered to television stations. Then, as if that news
wasnt bad enough, Gordon dropped the news that Jim Herd, the then executive
vice president of wcw, would not let him be on camera for a group that could
potentially be considered their competition. Gordon suggested I give Herd a call
to try to work something out. Not surprisingly, Jim Herd took my call, and, despite
my trying to persuade him otherwise, there was no way he was going to let Gordon
appear. Although I did manage to convince him we were not going to be a threat
to wcw, he finally admitted that he was mostly concerned with viewers thinking
wwow was a part of wcw if Gordon was involved. He argued it was for that reason,
and that reason alone, that he did not want Gordon to appear on our program.
Our conversation ended with me inviting him to come to our taping he
accepted but never showed up.
Now what? Where were we going to get a new play-by-play person on such
short notice? We needed someone who could provide credibility and have good onair chemistry with Bruno. When I called Bruno to tell him the bad news about
Gordon being pulled from the show by wcw, he suggested a friend of his from
Pittsburgh who had a great deal of experience calling wrestling, Bill Cardille.
Cardille, a local Pittsburgh weatherman, was best known in the area as Chilly
Billy Cardilly, or simply Chilly Billy, having earned his famous nickname by
hosting the local Chiller Theater television show for 20 years. Joe Flaherty, a
Pittsburgh native, acknowledged the show as influencing behind sctvs Monster
Chiller Horror Theatre and his popular Count Floyd character. George
Romero, another native of the Steel City, cast Bill as a field reporter in Night of the
Living Dead. But I knew Cardille, not as Chilly Billy or a field reporter but as the
host of the old wwwf tv shows in the days before Vince McMahon Jr. took over
the microphone. To this day I remember Bill calling a match in 1971 or 72 in which
one of the young babyfaces was making his comeback on Dick The Bulldog
Brower, and Cardille got so excited and so pumped at the unlikely offensive attack
that he shouted, Hey, hey, hey . . . alright! Not exactly your classic play-by-play
performance, but the inflection and excitement of that call has stayed with me ever
since. When I told Craig that Cardille would be filling in for Gordon, I think he
was more excited about Chilly Billy coming on board than he was about Bruno.
Being from Philly and remembering Cardille from the old Keystone Wrestling
Club and Studio Wrestling, Craig recalled nearly all of Bills one-liners and even
wrote them on index cards for him so he could use them when calling wwow.

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As crunch time approached I should have


been on cloud nine, but Id
become a nervous wreck. I
felt I was losing more and
more of my grip on the
creative side of the project.
Each time I came up with
an idea, Luna would kibosh
it, claiming I shouldnt
change anyones gimmick
because they were already
established. The fact was,
apart from a handful of the
girls, nobody would know
who the workers were.
Only Wendi Richter,
Candi Devine, Lelani Kai,
Judy Martin, Peggy Lee
Leather, Tina Moretti and
perhaps Luna herself were
Bruno Sammartino and Bill Cardille get ready to announce the Wild
known commodities. AlWomen of Wrestling
though Bambi (Selina
Major) and Malia Hosaka
would have long careers and are still active on the independent circuit, at the time
they were still relative unknowns. So when I came up with the idea to turn
Penelope Paradise and Heidi Lee Morgan into Crystal and Alexa Barrington, a
takeoff of the characters Krystle and Alexis Carrington from the tv show Dynasty,
I got nothing but grief. The same thing went for another tag team that we put
under masks mostly to cover their faces because makeup just wouldnt be
enough. I wanted to call a black-hooded tag team the Fallen Angels, but Luna
argued that Nancy Sullivan was the Fallen Angel and we would be stealing her
name, even though Nancy hadnt done that gimmick in a dogs age. I caved in and
ended up naming the girls Specter and Banshee and calling them the Mystiques,
which was a name I thought appropriate since it sounded a lot like mistake, and
that would be my own private protest over not calling them what I wanted to.
Luna and I also butted heads over having a male wrestler pose as a female wrestler
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had been an incident involving East German female athletes who tested positive
for an abundance of testosterone. Some of the comedians of the day said they were
actually men. I wanted to have a male wrestler who could somewhat pass as a
female wrestler, who, no matter what he did, could never win a match. The thing
that would have made it work would be that everyone would have known 100 percent it was a male, with him and his manager in a constant state of denial. Despite
the fact that the young and lanky Sean Waltman was willing to do the gimmick for
us kind of a twist on Ronnie Garvins Miss Atlanta Lively gimmick, in which
he dressed in drag to knock out Ric Flair and that Luna had originally liked the
idea and had convinced Sean to do it for us, when push came to shove, Luna
thought the concept poked too much fun at the girls and actually threatened to
quit if we moved forward with the idea. My fourth and final clash with Luna over
talent had to do with reprising William Blues Famous Amos character that we had
created for the show at J.J.s. Luna claimed he was not available, and instead she
suggested we use this indie manager from Central Florida who did a knockoff of
Ernie Roths character as Abdullah Farouk Jr. I later learned that she had not even
attempted to contact Blue and had only booked Farouk because he was booking
indie shows in Central Florida and had promised her a few paydays. Luna was
playing the politics game very well.
The Saturday before our taping, wcw decided to run a show in the area at one
of the local colleges. While it ticked us off that they would purposely run the same
week as us, we didnt let it consume us. They did their thing, and we did ours, and
in the days preceding the show there wasnt a place in South Florida where you didnt
see or hear something about what we were doing. The weekend before the show,
while wcw was busy drawing 600 people, we were busy promoting. Craig had
arranged for a plane to fly over Fort Lauderdale Beach pulling a banner to promote
our event. He also put together a street team, in the days before people had even
heard of the term, and blanketed the Fort Lauderdale strip from one end to the other
with flyers and posters. On the day before the arena shoot, while I was running
around town with Dave Togie and Luna shooting vignettes of some of the girls for
tv, Craig arranged to get the rest of the girls on various radio and television shows
around town. And on the day of the shoot, both the Herald and Sun-Sentinel ran features on us. Simply put, Craig had done a phenomenal job of leveraging a huge
network of friends and personal contacts to execute a wellmapped out promotional
plan. Craig had learned about promoting by working with Danny Miller and Frank
Boscia at Championship Wrestling from Florida. By sitting back and watching how
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All we had to do now was have our event, and we would be ready for the next
phase of marketing wwow.
This will sound strange, but the taping was in many ways anticlimactic. To me
it was everything leading up to the event that was important I thought the show
would essentially run itself. While I was nervous beforehand, once we got
underway I couldnt afford to be strung out. I was pulled in so many directions by
so many people that I never even got the chance to put on my tuxedo. I ran around
from one place to another dealing with the production company, our investors, the
building management and talent issues.
Another mounting problem was that Dave Togie took it upon himself to wear
too many hats. Aside from being the director, he was also trying to coordinate
arena music and talent queues. The few times I actually got a chance to look at a
monitor backstage and saw a production flaw, when I asked him about it, he
responded that we would clean it up in postproduction. That was not a good sign,
but who was I to question someone with that much experience? The show didnt
run itself, and there were huge gaps in everything from the length and timing of
the matches to the preparation for the announcers and some of the other things
Bruno had voiced concerns about.
While Luna might have been around the wrestling business all her life, it was
apparent she didnt have enough experience to book a project like this. Its one
thing to come up with finishes for six or seven matches at a small house show, but
she didnt have the skill set necessary to coordinate 24 matches for four hours of
groundbreaking television and provide the detail and perspective necessary to
ensure match variety, what the workers should and shouldnt do during their
matches and what the announcers should talk and not talk about. I know she did
the best she could, but unfortunately neither Craig nor I recognized her flaws until
after the fact because we were too green ourselves. We would have been much
better served by having someone like Bob Roop, Larry Malenko or even Dick
Slater take on the role for us.
Backstage was a madhouse. We were shorthanded, and that created a bit of a
problem when getting the girls into their standby positions and ready for their
next match. Sharon joined the production team as a floor manager, working the
area considered the Gorilla position (named for Gorilla Monsoon, who had that
role in wwf for many years). Half the time the girls didnt go out when they were
supposed to because either they werent listening to Sharon, or they simply werent
where they were supposed to be. Instead of being ready, most of the time they were
either changing their outfits or having their hair or makeup done. We actually had
an area set up for the girls with professional hairstylists and makeup artists. The

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place reeked of hairspray.


Aside from the craziness, two of the things I remember most are Craig coming
to me right before we opened the doors to sell tickets and telling me fans were lined
up nearly around the block and the late Nature Boy Buddy Rogers showing up
unannounced and uninvited.
Rogers, who lived in the area, came by to check out our operation, and when
he saw our setup he approached us, saying he would like to be involved. What was
most interesting was that there was still a great deal of heat between him and
Bruno, 27 years after their famed Madison Square Garden match. Although Bruno
remained cordial toward Rogers out of respect for me, the more Rogers spoke to
him, the more frustrated and angrier I could see him getting. I could see he wanted
to say something, but he bit his lip. Bill Otten, who was shooting for the Japanese
wrestling magazine Baseball Sha that night, saw the two of them together and
snapped their photo; I believe it was the first public pic of them together since that
night at msg. When Bill Cardille told me that Bruno cant stand him, I immediately intervened and told Buddy that Bruno had to get ready for the show and that
I needed him. Buddy apologized for tying him up, and as Bruno and I walked away
from the former champ, Bruno only mustered an annoyed Boy, oh boy . . . A
short time afterward Rogers left the building, and when I asked Bruno what he
thought about Rogers joining us, perhaps as a manager, he told me point blank
that if Rogers were going to be involved he wouldnt be.
The night was like one long, nonstop roller-coaster ride you scream and yell
while youre riding through the twists and turns as it scares the hell out of you, but
when you finally come to a complete stop, after youve had a chance to catch your
breath and realize just how much fun the ride actually was, the first thing you want
to do is get right back in line.
So there I was, standing on the stage of the now empty War Memorial Auditorium, and as I watched the ring being taken down and the production people
packing everything up, all I could think about was doing this again. Despite all the
little problems, despite all the big problems, despite all the stress, all I wanted to
do was take another wrestling roller-coaster ride.
Craig and I waited for the last of the production staff to leave, and then finally
it was just the two of us. It had been one hell of a night, and Craig was so pumped
he didnt want to change out of his tuxedo. My twin brother from a different
mother and I hugged triumphantly. We had accomplished what so many others
had set out to do, but only a handful had actually delivered. We knew there was
still a lot of work ahead to make womens wrestling viable, but for now we were
like conquering Roman soldiers.

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We became so cocky
that over time we began
to embellish how successful the night actually
was. Although we drew a
little more than 800
paying customers, by
giving away another 100
or so tickets to our
investors, the charity,
local celebrities, family
members and friends, we
legitimately
outdrew
wcw that week by nearly
300 people and that
was a hell of an achievement. However, it wasnt
good enough for us. For
years Craig and I padded
Future wwe star Ivory (Lisa Moretti), poses with photographer Howard that number, first telling
Baum
people we drew 1,100 that
night, and then after a
while it became 1,200. Eventually I think we topped it off at around 1,500 or 1,600,
until the inflated number became part of our own urban legend. Nothing was
going to bring us down.
I had one final business thing to do for the night, and afterward Craig and I
would go for a celebratory Grand Slam breakfast at Dennys. While nearly everybody had got their pay envelope, for some reason Lisa Moretti hadnt, so Craig and
I double-backed to the hotel where all the girls were staying. Not knowing offhand
what room she was in, Craig stayed in the car while I hunted her down. Most of
the girls were hanging around outside their rooms and thanked me for having them
involved and treating them well. Once pointed to Lisas room, my knock was met
with a come on in. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Lisa was in this
unbelievably revealing baby blue nightie that left absolutely nothing to my imagination. I was mesmerized by the sight, and for the first time in nearly seven years
of marriage, I thought about cheating on my wife. Not that Lisa was offering, but
to paraphrase a line from former President Jimmy Carter, that night I truly had lust
in my heart. Thinking the better of it, I gave Lisa her money and got out of there

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as fast as I could. I suppose I was so pumped up and confident from what we had
done that I actually thought I could score. Luckily I never tested that theory.
However, it didnt stop me from describing to Craig in great detail what I saw, and,
thinking back, just like he and I overstated the number of people we had in the
building, I probably exaggerated a little to Craig.
Looking back on that time, perhaps the most important thing I learned was
that nothing is ever as it appears and you should always be prepared for what
life might throw at you.
Remember how Leonardo DiCaprios Jack Dawson character in Titanic stood
on the bow of the ship, and said he was the king of the world? Well, thats exactly
how I felt. Unfortunately, he didnt know what his ultimate fate would be, and
sadly where I was headed wouldnt be much better. I was celebrating victory, and
while I moved along the waters and went deeper into the night, I didnt have a clue
that I was heading right for an iceberg.
If life were predictable it would cease to be life, and without flavor.
Eleanor Roosevelt ()

seven

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Flight oF
the BumBleBee

Selina Majors (a.k.a. Bambi) was to be the flag bearer for


lmlw

Aerodynamically the bumblebee shouldnt be able to fly, but the bumblebee doesnt know
that so it goes on flying anyway.
Mary Kay Ash ()

When Craig and I first made the decision to try our hands at promoting, we did it
so blindly that it didnt matter to us that others who had tried before us had failed.
Although we were somewhat aware of their plight, we just didnt realize how many
start-ups, or even established wrestling companies, had gone belly up. Maybe we
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I dont know why Craig and I thought we could succeed where others had
failed, but we did. Maybe we thought we were smarter than the others. Maybe we
thought we had better ideas. But the reality was that those companies had been run
by people who not only had more experience than we did, they were better
financed and often had strong corporate infrastructures and support staffs in place.
When it came down to it, Ladies Major League Wrestling had, well, me. Craig
helped he was both my confidant and right-hand man when crunch time came
but he couldnt dedicate 100 percent of his time to the cause since he had
another business. When I ultimately decided to go forward with the backers and
he balked, it became my show. I would be the one who would succeed or fail, and
the light would always shine squarely on me.
Was I really that arrogant?
While I may have been resolute in my endeavor, I should have known there
were undisputable facts. No matter how much grit and determination one has,
without the right tools at ones disposal, even the greatest engineer in the world
cant build something that will stand the test of time.
Trying to build and maintain a successful womens wrestling company on a
national level with what I had to work with, I could only be successful if every piece
of the overwhelming puzzle was perfectly in place. I just kept moving forward like
the bumblebee who didnt know it shouldnt be able to fly.
Fresh from shooting television and outdrawing wcw, we began the onerous task
of editing our four one-hour programs, while our newly contracted television syndication person began lining up stations. Getting him on board had been tough,
and although he came to me highly recommended, once I met him face-to-face, I
was not exactly beaming with confidence.
On paper, all of our research demonstrated that big profits could be made if we
had the right station lineup; advertisers bought then as they do now, based on
Nielsen numbers (the number of households that tune into a show). But with
Mizlou out of the picture, getting a company on board was a lot harder than I
thought it would be. Without a substantial up-front investment, the big syndication companies would have nothing to do with us. And when I reconnected with
Syndicast, where Bob Syers had offered to do our syndication, Len Koch informed
me that Bob was no longer with the company and he didnt know how to reach
him. The truth was Len did know how to contact him but wasnt about to tell me,
as Im sure he wanted Bob to fail after having left and taken some clients with him.
Although Syndicast was still going to broker our advertising time, Len said he
didnt have anyone in his office strong enough to syndicate a pro wrestling show,
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With no one willing to syndicate the show, my feathers started to ruffle. I certainly didnt want to try myself after having failed miserably with my radio shows.
Besides, there was only so much one person could do, and I needed to run a
wrestling company. It was rough going, but, after a series of phone calls, I ended
up talking with someone from my own backyard.
Shelly Schermer was a semiretired television syndicator who was by then more
into brokering real estate than distributing tv. His background was in film distribution; hed worked for Warner Brothers and United Artists as a regional salesman
in Ohio before helping to run a motion picture company with K. Gordon Murray
in South Florida during the early 60s. Eventually Shelly had landed a job with rca
(Recreation Corporation of America) in South Florida, running both their television station, wkid-tv, which was eventually sold and became the Telemundo
Network, and R&S Films, which produced a number of B movies. rcas most
notable holding was Pirates World, an 87-acre buccaneer-themed amusement park
in Dania, Florida. Opened in 1966, Pirates World had been successful in its early
years, but when Walt Disney World opened in 1971, Florida tourism shifted from
South to Central Florida, and compared to the Magic Kingdom, Pirates World was
quaint, old-fashioned and a bit dangerous. By 1973 it was in bankruptcy, and by
1975 it had closed its doors for good.
When rca sold off its assets, Shelly struck a deal to leverage their library of B
movies and launched a syndication business with which he found modest success.
His big claim to fame was that he syndicated the seasonal childrens animated special Santa and the Three Bears. When I approached him about wwow, he told me
that even though I had a list of stations who had committed to take the show from
Mizlou, he didnt have time to devote to the project. But he recommended
someone who did Art Millman, who owned a company called Worldwide
Syndications and lived in the Tampa area. Millman had worked for Shelly syndicating Santa and some of those B movies.
On the phone, Art Millman seemed like he knew his stuff. He had this positive,
upbeat attitude and was not fazed by the challenge of trying to syndicate a ladies
wrestling show. Before making a final decision I wanted to meet him in person, and
after he came to South Florida for a face-to-face, I began having reservations. He was
optimistic, buoyant and hungry, but he seemed old and did not have the outward
appearance I felt was necessary to go to stations and meet with program directors.
But with no other prospect on the horizon, I decided to go with Art.
Back in the editing studio, another headache surfaced. It seemed our producer/director Dave Togie, who couldnt make the editing sessions, had relied a
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Luna, who I had asked to sit in on the sessions, and I found ourselves having to
instruct our editor, future Emmy-award winner John Dzuro, to fix much more
than we had anticipated. Even though Media gave us a package that included 40
hours of postproduction, we were going to blow through it in no time. That led us
to a bigger problem . . . at a rate of $150 per hour, we couldnt afford to go beyond
our paid-for time.
To help rectify the situation, we put postproduction editing on hold, and Jim
Haney, who ran Media, gave us an editing room and an in-house producer, J.C.
Summerford, free of charge so we could edit the remaining shows off-line, allowing
us to walk into the more expensive postproduction suite with a time-coded edit
list. It was a huge help, but we knew we were still going to be over budget.
Knowing we needed more money, I spoke to Bruce Harris, and he was able to
bring in a fellow named Billy Collins, the building manager of the Miami Arena.
Collins put another $10,000 into the company, and his money ensured Luna and
I could continue receiving weekly salaries and that there was enough to pay for
editing the second show and business expenses like telephone and syndication.
On the syndication front, bad news began trickling in. Even though television
stations were getting the first episode and liked the product, they were skeptical
about us being able to produce 52 one-hour shows, and with the Mizlou name no
longer attached to the project, even the stations that had initially agreed to clear
the show were balking. Additionally, Art was finding that some of the stations had
already committed to airing the lpwa and wouldnt take a second womens
wrestling program. Without a station lineup in place, Len Koch couldnt sell the
time and Mike Predmest couldnt buy time on behalf of his clients. Even though
we gave an outward appearance of progress, lmlw and our wwow tv show was
actually coming apart at the seams.
I also began to question Predmests credibility. The company he had brought in
that put their logo on our mat for $5,000, AES Alarms, now refused to pay the
$2,500 balance they owed. We ended up taking them to court, and, thanks to an
incompetent attorney, we lost the case. What should have been a slamdunk breach
of contract win turned into a travesty as aess attorney made one ridiculous accusation after another, which our attorney didnt know how to quash. While they got my
goat, looking back I think my favorite accusation was that I not only forged the signature of their companys president on the agreement, but that I broke into their
offices, cracked the safe where their checks were kept, stole one of their checks and
forged the owners signature on that too. When we called Predmest in as our witness
to testify about how he had brought them in as a sponsor, he tried to maintain his
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judge brought the proceedings to a halt. She knew we were being bamboozled by
the countersuit aes had filed, but, following the letter of the law, because our
attorney couldnt prove aes had breached the terms of the contract by failing to pay
us, she dismissed their obligation. They were off the hook. From that point forward, I had zero confidence in anything Predmest said.
There were other issues looming on the horizon that would impact our business. We kept our game faces on, but these matters would contribute to our
ultimate demise.
In May, through a connection Craig had made with a booking company that
worked with sports celebrities, we sent Luna and her then live-in boyfriend, Dick
Slater, on a cruise called Sports Afloat with Norwegian Cruise Lines. It was a free
cruise for Dick and Luna with the understanding that they were obligated to
interact with the fans on the ship. When they returned two weeks later, they
seemed to have had a good time, and told us they had interacted with nfl players,
boxers and jockeys and had found a special bond with the local jai alai players who
were on board.
All seemed just fine, but Luna was going through a personal crisis. Both Craig
and I knew Slater was verbally abusive at times, but when that occurred Luna usually stood her ground; to use wrestling terminology, she gave him a receipt. But
then we started hearing that Slater was physically abusive too. We never saw visible
signs, and whenever wed broach the subject with her she would change the topic
or say the rumors were unfounded. One thing was certain though, she was afraid
of him. While working out of my house, sometimes within 30 minutes of her
arriving for work, Slater would call and argue with her, and she would have to
leave. I didnt really mind because there wasnt much for her to do except answer
the phones, but we still needed to justify her salary.
Finally the situation came to a head, and it got pretty ugly.
One night Luna showed up at my door at three in the morning seeking a safe
haven from Slater. Sharon and I werent about to turn her away, and we told her
she could have our guest room. But Luna wasnt alone. She asked if her friend
could stay the night too. The friend would turn out to be her future husband, Tom
Nash.
I knew Tom from when he first trained at Malenkos, and, unlike the other
workers who came out of that school, I didnt particularly care for him. Tom came
across like a smug, snot-nosed jerk. But he hadnt always been like that. When
Malenko first sent Tom up to Calgary, he was a nice, easy-going kid. His only fault
was his smart-alecky mouth, which he never learned to keep shut. That was enough
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began ribbing Tom nonstop. By the time Tom finally learned to keep his yap
closed, he had suffered weeks of verbal and physical abuse, which included having
his ring jacket cut up and toothpaste put in his pockets. But then the ribbing
turned downright dangerous. One night Tom Billington (Dynamite Kid) put
Halcion a drug generally used as a sedative to treat insomnia into Toms beer.
When Tom passed out, he and Davey Boy stripped him naked and rolled him up
in a carpet, accidentally breaking his nose. When Tom came to, the Bulldogs convinced him that while he was drunk he had been beaten up by an old lady. Then
they finally crossed the line. Smith and Billington forced Tom to stand upside
down and naked in a locker room while they threw used steroid needles at his butt.
Tom finally had enough and ran back to Florida. Those around him knew he had
changed, and those who were closest to him said he took on a very mean personality. Eventually Tom went back to Calgary but with another of Malenkos
students, Dave Heath, and they took on the personalities of the Blackhearts. While
the Bulldogs tried to pull the same stuff with Dave, unlike Tom, he refused to allow
the two Brits to take advantage of him. Tom never stood up for himself.
Regardless of how I felt about Tom, I was cordial to him for Lunas sake, and
the next morning the two of them left to find a place to stay. Almost immediately
the calls from Slater began, asking me if I had heard from his wife. I lied and said
no, telling him that she hadnt come to work, and technically she hadnt. Every
hour on the hour Slater would call, asking me if I had heard from her. I stuck to
my story, but by then I knew that she and Tom had checked into a cheap motel in
Fort Lauderdale. With each call Slater made, he seemed more frustrated, and he
was getting angrier, finally accusing me of hiding her at my place. When I told him
he had to stop calling me and that if I heard from her I would give her a message,
he threatened to shove his fist down my throat.
Although Slater himself finally stopped calling my home after I didnt answer
the phone for two days, screening every call through the answering machine (this
was in the days prior to caller id) he had mutual friends call me and plead to have
Luna call. Jeff Gardner called and said Slater was heartbroken and not eating. I
dont know what Slater actually said to Jeff, but I knew Slater was full of crap
because, based on the calls he made directly to me, he sounded more enraged than
heartbroken, no longer having Luna under his control. I was legitimately scared for
Lunas safety and my own wellbeing.
When I heard in 2003 that a pilled-up Slater had been arrested for attempted
murder of his then live-in girlfriend, Theresa Marie Halbert, having stabbed her
with an eight-inch butcher knife and sticking around to watch her bleed, it didnt
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took for back injuries, but all I kept thinking was What if Luna had stayed with
that maniac? Since Slater knew where I lived, I told Luna to stay away for a while.
She and Tom stayed holed up at that motel for a few weeks until Slater finally
moved his things out of their house. Once he was gone, they changed all the locks,
and Tom moved in. She was finally out of harms way.
With a kind of normalcy returning to our lives, it was time to get back into the
studio and finish editing. A behind-the-scenes deal had been completed in which
Media had been bought by a group called Club Theatre Network (ctn), a publicly
traded company that was about to embark on a new television production technology called high definition.
During one of the editing sessions, as Luna and I were going through the raw
footage with J.C. to select the shots that would go into our final edited product,
Ron Ratner, the silver-pompadoured president of ctn, stopped by to properly
introduce himself. He looked somewhat familiar, and I realized I had seen him on
some of the raw footage we had just been looking at. He also reminded me that
Jim Haney had introduced us at the event itself.
Without realizing what he was getting himself into, Ron made an offer that
floored me. He said he thought we had a unique product and that ctn would like
to be more involved. He might as well have been wearing a big red S on his shirt
because we really needed someone to swoop in with more money.
Not wanting to appear too eager, I told Ron Id talk to my partners and get back
to him. That night I called Bruce, and he agreed that we should try to bring ctn
in if we could. Since he and I pretty much controlled the board with our proxies,
within weeks ctn was on board. We had a commitment letter drawn up that outlined a new corporate entity, in which Ladies Major League Wrestling and ctn
would each hold 50 percent ownership. As part of their investment, ctn absorbed
the outstanding balance we owed to Media, which enabled us to finish editing the
shows wed already shot. They also gave us office space in their building we no
longer had to work out of my house and they put some hard currency into our
bank account to ensure that Luna and I would be paid for a few months. Luna
made around $325 a week, and I made a little closer to $400. The cash infusion also
allowed us to put on a couple of live events, just to keep our name out there.
As we headed into the summer, the prognosis for starting on television in
September was not good. Millman was simply not delivering stations. While he
had a handful that wanted to air the show, it was like my radio syndication project
all over again: we simply did not have enough stations to get national or regional
sponsors. And with no broadcast outlets in New York, Los Angeles or Chicago, the
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be willing to buy spots piecemeal. Without sponsors there was no income . . . and
without income wed be dead in the water.
Even though Millman had no luck with any of the regional sports networks, I
simply refused to accept that they wouldnt take the show, especially since Mizlou
had achieved advance clearance from virtually everyone. It was time to step forward. Because Rob Russens International Wrestling Association was being
broadcast on the eight SportsChannel networks New York, New England,
Chicago, Florida, Los Angeles, the Bay Area (San Francisco), Ohio and
Philadelphia I asked myself how difficult it would really be to barter the show,
especially with the type of production values we were delivering, which blew away
anything Rob was putting on the air. We might not have been the wwf or wcw,
but the look of our show beat anything else out there, including our much betterfinanced competitor, the lpwa. I thought it was a no-brainer since Rob and I had
a good relationship; he had put me in touch with Rick Bassman when Rick headed
up promotions at Walt Disney Worlds Pleasure Island before he got into the
wrestling and mma business so we could discuss shooting our pilot shows there.
Thanks to an introduction by Rob, before long I found myself in New York and
sitting down with Michael Lardner, the vice president of programming and production for SportsChannel America. After looking at the screener I had brought,
Lardner told me he thought the show had a lot of potential but needed some
cleaning up. He knew of wwow and knew that Mizlou had initially been involved
because they had cleared the show with him, but a lot had transpired since Mizlou
had gone out of business. I was then a little taken aback, as Michael said I should
have come to him before shooting so SportsChannel could have been involved
from the get-go; now that we had a product on tape, he said he was hesitant but
would not rule out the possibility of airing wwow. He also said that he had already
made a long-term commitment to another wrestling company, and if he was going
to do business with us, he would need to clear it first with them. He explained to
me that he could see wwow fitting into their Feet, Fist and Fury hour slated for the
fall schedule, with the feet being kickboxing, the fist being boxing and the fury
being pro wrestling. I figured one phone call to Rob when I got home would do
the trick, and wed be on the air come September.
When I got back to Florida and called Rob, he was furious. He began tearing
into me about how he hadnt opened a door for me just so I could I steal his spot
on SportsChannel, calling me a backstabbing bastard. I told him I had done no
such thing and would not get on the air without his approval. He asked me how
that could happen if he was no longer going to be on the air?
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You heard me, Howard, he barked. Ive been told iwa is being replaced.
That was news to me. I wondered if I had somehow got wwow on the air and
inadvertently got iwa booted? I promised Rob I would find out what was going on.
Considering Rob was being compensated $20,000 a month to produce iwa, I
didnt blame him for being irate I would have been too but he was irate at
the wrong person.
After a couple of days of phone tag I finally spoke to Lardner, and when I asked
him about iwa, he told me that iwa was going to finish out their contract and was
being replaced by a new company, the Universal Wrestling Federation (uwf).
Bill Watts? I asked.
No, he said. Herb Abrams.
Who?
I had no idea who this new guy was, but I did find it interesting that, according
to Lardner, Bruno Sammartino was part of his broadcast team, along with a former
wwf play-by-play guy, Craig DeGeorge. I immediately called Bruno.
According to Bruno, Abrams was a longtime wrestling fan who had called him
out of the blue, saying he wanted to put a wrestling group together that presented
shows like those he remembered growing up in Long Island, New York. Abrams
told Bruno he owned a chain of clothing stores across California, and thats where
his financing came from. Bruno suggested I work out a deal with Herb. I had also
begun talking to another former wwf personality around this time, Lou Albano,
about joining wwow as a manger for our next set of television tapings. He too suggested I speak with Abrams.
By the time I called back Rob to tell him who actually had the deal with
SportsChannel, he already knew it wasnt me, and any heat between us was gone.
But, like me, he had never heard of Herb, and we were both perplexed how he got
the deal without ever having produced a television show or presented a live event.
Ive heard all sorts of stories as to how Herb got that deal with SportsChannel,
and even though some of the stories were pretty wild, it would not shock me to
find they were actually true I still dont know the full truth. What I do know is
that Herb was paid a million dollars for a one-year run, a little more than four
times what Rob was being paid. After that, details get sketchy.
Those who were close to Herb at the time say he was able to sell Lardner sight
unseen for a variety of reasons, mostly because he promised top line talent, which Rob
was not providing. Herb also promised that the shows would originate from New
York and Los Angeles, as opposed to Florida where Rob was shooting all of his shows.
And Herb promised he would have a recognizable name for his broadcasts; he delivered Bruno Sammartino, while Rob had a virtual unknown in Diamond Dallas Page.

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But then there were the dark stories. Some claim that part of the money Herb
received found its way to Lardners personal bank account as a form of payola. I
find that absurd, considering Lardner had a great reputation in the industry and
would have been risking his career for an amount that was probably nowhere near
what he made annually. Others claim that Herb provided a stream of hookers and
drugs to the network executives to get the deal, and while he might have been
notorious for having those vices himself, I cant see Lardner endangering his career
with something so risky. And then theres the nepotism argument. While Abrams
and Lardner were not related, somehow Lonnie Lardner, a local Los Angeles news
anchor and Michael Lardners sister, conducted interviews on several uwf shows. I
again highly doubt Lardner would put his career in peril for a small payday for his
sibling; I think Herb was saying thank you to Michael for giving him the shot on
the network.
While it might make for a more interesting story to say that Herb got on television through a variety of unscrupulous means, the truth is that Herb was simply
a better salesman than Rob. And, for that matter, almost anyone else I met in the
business. When he first started the uwf, he promised the network he would deliver
a product that had well-known names, top-of-the-line production values and compelling story lines, and thats exactly what he gave them in the beginning.
It seemed that if I wanted to get wwow on SportsChannel I was going to have
to work out something with the new guy on the block. But before I was willing to
travel down that road, there were two other options that needed to be considered.
The first involved an unlikely trip to an unlikely location with an unlikely customer.
Sometime around June, I sent Luna off to Japan with Jake the Snake Robertss
half sister Robin Smith (Rockin Robin), thanks to the effort of Hiro Matsuda.
Meanwhile, Larry Tarnofsky a veteran concert promoter and stage producer
who was a longtime friend of Ratner and had been hired by ctn to develop its live
entertainment arm made arrangements for us to do a series of live events in the
Soviet Union. It was hard to figure out how we could realize hard dollars from the
deal since the Russian ruble was not traded on the international monetary
exchange, but we were set for an early 1991 tour with shows throughout Russia and
Georgia. Because actual dollars were few and far between, we needed the Soviet
government to barter with us, paying us with something that could easily be cashed
out. Through a contact in Tbilisi, Georgia, Tarnofsky arranged for the Soviet government to pay us about $300,000 in Aeroflot airline tickets. I was then able to
make arrangements with a multinational bartering company based in New York,
the owner of which I had met working at SpyTech, to pay us a little more than

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$100,000 cash for the tickets. All


set to finalize the deal now that we
had a way to realize hard dollars
out of it, a funny thing happened
on the way to the contract
signing. By late June, quicker
than you could say Nikita Koloff,
the winds of democracy were
sweeping across Europe. When
Georgia declared its independence
in October, we officially received
word that our tour was canceled.
As odd as it seemed, the end of
the Cold War brought an end to
any chance of us doing business in
the U.S.S.R.
The second option, which on
the surface didnt seem as impossible as putting together a tour of
the Soviet Union, was actually
Peggy Lee Leather Irish whips Rockin Robin into the ropes
even more improbable. It
during a match in Florida
involved a pretty influential executive at Turner Broadcasting.
Ray Bennett, who was instrumental in Ted Turners acquisition of the MetroGoldwyn-Mayer film library, was a personal friend of Captain Courageous. He also
happened to sit on the ctn board of directors. While Bennetts strategic appointment to the ctn board was primarily to position Club Theatre so they could secure
a contract to convert the mgm film library to high definition, Ron thought perhaps
Ray could leverage his personal relationship with Turner to get us a spot on tbs.
Although I knew it was highly unlikely, Ratner thought it was worth a shot. Ron
and I sat down with Ray Bennett, who told us he would see what he could do.
After the meeting, Ron assured me that if anyone could pull off a move like this it
was Ray.
Not long after our meeting, Ray was instructed by Turner to sit down with tbs
executive Bill Shaw, who, in addition to running TBS Sports, was in charge of
wrestling operations. Reporting to Shaw were people like wcw president Jim Herd,
who Id already had bad dealings with, and wcw vice president Bob Dhue, who also
ran the Atlanta Omni for Turner. According to Ray, Turner and Shaw liked the

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notion of a female wrestling show and believed it could garner good ratings in a
late-night time slot. However, before anything could happen, Shaw had to run the
idea by his wrestling people. Although Herd would go along with whatever corporate suits like Shaw suggested, once the project was put in front of the likes of
Dusty, Ole Anderson and others of the old wrestling guard, it was quickly squashed.
Having run out of options and with nothing to lose, I finally called Bruno, and
he put me in contact with Herb. While I dont remember how that first conversation went, I imagine it was positive enough, as Herb flew in from L.A. to meet with
me to discuss creating a relationship between the lmlw and the uwf.
When he walked off the plane, he carried himself as though he was the most
important person arriving, but the thing that I remember most about meeting
Herb that first time was his snakeskin cowboy boots.
Although short in stature, about five foot five and small-framed, Herb carried
himself as though he owned his surroundings. While I could suggest he suffered
from a Napoleon complex, Herb was very mindful of that perception and, for the
most part, hid it well. Even so, I could not help noticing those cowboy boots. It
looked as though the boots wore him rather than the other way around.
To those who knew him, Herb was a character and a mark for the big-name
wrestlers. He treated his top guys very well, often paying them two or three times
more than they were actually worth, while the undercard guys sometimes didnt get
paid at all. He also took care of his entourage. But while Herb could be a stand-up
guy, he seemed to enjoy taking advantage of people, especially those with who he
had established a friendship. Herb would leverage camaraderie and connive the
unsuspecting target into doing something for him based on a grandiose promise.
With Herb, familiarity could breed contempt and friendship could become a
double-edged sword.
As we drove from the airport to Media Productions for our meeting, Herb
asked me about Dave Meltzer. I admitted I read and subscribed to his newsletter
and had talked to hi