Where Wrestling's Regional History Lives!
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At last I finished my mess duty, thirty days
where you were lucky to get four hours of sleep a night. When our tour
of mess duty was completed we were given ninety-six hours of liberty. I
spent most of my time catching up on my sleep.
Before I go any further allow me to back track a little. The morning after my first day of training was brutal. I had to get one of my fellow Marines to assist me in putting on my socks, and lacing up my combat boots. I did not know the human anatomy could ache so much. In the old days it was a very secretive, and protected. I later found out that was the way they did things to see if people would keep coming back. They had a few others who came and went. After a month or two I was ready to start practicing some offensive moves. There was a punching bag hanging up in the gym and the first thing I wanted to do was a standing drop kick. I leapt up in the air to the top of the bag close to where it was attached to the chain, and kicked as hard as I could...the bag went flying across the room. Ritchie (Magnett) said "Goddamn it! What are you going to do? Try and kill someone." I was bumfuzzled , and remembering thinking to myself, "Isn’t that what you guys had been trying to do to me?" All of this time I'm thinking pro wrestling is real. When I went down Wakiki Beach I thought I was it. I was really cocky and proud when Ritchie would walk down the street with me. I would say to myself, "Damn! Here I am hanging out with Polynesian Pro Wrestling’s 'Rookie of the Year'". Ritchie was strong as an ox and a bull to boot. We were walking down on Kuhio Ave. one night when we came across this couple, where the lady had a cast on. This guy bitchslapped her right in front of us, and boy was Ritchie incensed. Ritchie is a good shooter and I saw that he was getting ready to take a human life. I started talking to him, (I didn’t want to be involved in a murder case). I kept talking and pleading with him not do it. I stepped in front of him and found that to be a mistake. He put his hands underneath my armpits, picked me up and chucked me into the street. The guy took off running into the apartment, and slammed the door. I thought for sure that we were going to jail. Then all of of sudden the girl made a remark about Ritchie's cologne, and pretty much started coming on to him. I thought to myself "What in the world is going on?" I was born and raised in the sticks of Arkansas. I had never seen anything like this. More... |
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