My first story and, of course, I will go back into time in various years for other stories, starts like this… in 1989, Mark and I had come to a stale point in our tag situation. He chose to stay in Amarillo and run one of his businesses, while I had come up with a decent gimmick - the Medicine Man, which would be a heel. I foamed at the mouth as if I was rabid, and honestly, I feel it was way before its time. I had talked to Skandor Akbar about coming in as a heel, so he kicked it around and booked one of my students, The Shootist (Greg Robertson), who was with the AWA and myself.

Once I got to the famed Dallas Sportatorium, Ak (Akbar) and I talked about my new gimmick and how well the Shootist was coming along. As bell time approached, I noticed Chris Adams hanging around as if he was calling all the shots. The matches started and the TV show (USWA) ended up looking like one huge infomercial for The Chris Adams School (for Wrestling). He really plugged it hard.  He had his most promising student with him on the commercial. This student's name was Steve Williams, who now is better known as Stone Cold Steve Austin. At the time, Austin was greener than Japanese Tea. Adams came up to me and said, "You're working with my best student tonight. Sell good for him, and give him plenty of spots," in a voice that I felt was a bit sarcastic. I thought to myself, "he (Adams) isn't the booker, Ak is, so screw him!"

I wanted to get over as a totally vicious heel and Adams didn't like that. So being the one to protect my ass, I went into the match as Adams was commentating ringside with Mark Lowrance and just ATE Steve up and pinned him quickly. I went back to the dressing room and Adams was hotter than heck at me. I told him if (Austin) was still a student, then he shouldn't be in the ring. Nothing against Steve, because later on he would ride with me to the shows and talk, agreeing that if we ever made it big, we would stay in contact and help each other out. I've seen Steve once, since I left that territory, when he and Brian Pillman were in Dallas for WCW. Mark and I were back together for G.W.F. and we ran into each other at Denny's after the show. He acted like he didn't even know us…!