Time Takes All But Memories: Volume One

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Time Takes All But Memories: Volume One

First off, wrestling fans, I would like to thank you for checking out the Verne Gagne article and leaving your thoughts and comments. The article also got two POTD votes, which is a first for me. I would like to personally thank you folks for the positive feedback, it is greatly appreciated.

I recently read an absolutely marvelous article written by AkD about his memories of wrestling. I was absolutely enthralled by his story and it got my POTD vote. It also got my wheels spinning. Nonetheless, AkD's article got the well deserved nod for POTD.

Personally, I love to read about other wrestling fans memories of this great sport we still cherish today. It brings me back to a much simpler time in life. It makes me realize my roots a little more than I already did. I consider myself to be an "ol' school" wrestling fan.

To quote "Rowdy" Roddy Piper; "Ol' School is cool!"

Indeed it is.

I have so many wonderful memories from my childhood and most of them involve wrestling. Well I don't know where else to start but from the beginning.

I always watched wrestling as a young child. Like every other youngster at the time I was buying into the whole "say your prayers and take your vitamins" marketing machine that was "Hulkamania."

Let's just say that "Hulkamania" jazz fizzled rapidly when I saw Bret "Hitman" Hart wrestle for the first time. "Hitman" was the personification of what a great wrestler is made of; brains, brawn, heart, and soul. But more on that later.

Of course I had my clique of friends who were also wrestling fans. One of my fondest memories and coolest stories I tell involve one friend in particular.

I'd say it was late '92-early '93 or so. My best friend and I decided that we wanted to buy a WWF Action Figure, one of the new ones they were showing in advertisements with the "Macho Man" Randy Savage. 

I had previously owned some wrestling figures of Sting and Sid Vicious from WCW but my dog ended up chewing them up. But this meant a little more.

We saved up five hundred pennies($5.00). The figures cost $4.96. I'll never forget it as long as I breathe. We walked into Wal-Mart like kings with a Ziploc bag full of the shiny copper coins and set off for the toy aisle.

When we got to the action figures we decided on "Macho Man" because it was the coolest guy they had. It was a moment filled with joy but then we looked at each other as the reality hit us.

Who is he gonna wrestle?  We never thought of that before. How you gonna have a wrestling match with one action figure?  That would be like Flair going out and having a match by himself. Come to think of it, I think Flair could have a match with a broomstick and still get the loudest pop of the night. Excuse me, I digress.

Back to the story, now we were in a dilemma. I begged my mom for five more dollars to get an opponent for "Macho Man." But we weren't exactly rolling in the dough when I was a kid. So I understood when she told me it would have to be some other time.

It was at that moment that I noticed something out of the corner of my eye at the end of the aisle on the floor. I walked over to see what it was, with my "padna" right by my side. As I got closer I realized it was a folded up five dollar bill. I thought I was gonna jump outta my skin.

We were so happy we were jumping up and down in the aisle doin' chest bumps and smackin' and pushin' each other like we were on the football field. I will never forget that moment of happiness I felt, it's amazing how little things like that made us so happy as children.

Needless to say the "Macho Man" had his opponent that night, it was Irwin R. Schyster. otherwise known as I.R.S. We had a classic baby face v.s. heel match that night on a ring that was made from a Nike shoe box. I could have never been happier. 

I guess that's how the old saying goes; "If it's meant to be, it will be."

This is when I really started getting into wrestling. I was already into football in a major way, to the point that I had played so hard that I developed horrible migraine headaches 4-6 days a week as a result and had a doctor tell me at nine years old that I could no longer play. 

I was crushed. It seemed as though my football career had ended before it had even begun. The pain was unbearable from the migranes and from not being able to play football with all of my friends anymore. We still played street ball but it was different than "takin' the field."

I remember flipping through the channels one day and up popped a commercial with a sinister looking Cactus Jack muttering something about "Spin the wheel, make the deal!" Then it flashed on the t.v. "Halloween Havoc 93: Live at the U.N.O. Lakefront Arena, New Orleans."

I snapped out of my little depression quick-like and ran to the phone. "DAD! DAD! You're not gonna believe this! WCW is coming, Halloween Havoc..." He cut me off. "I know...I already got us tickets, Bub!"

It was moments like this that assured me that my Pops was definitely the coolest cat around.

It was on the way there that my Pops told me about another wrestler who would be there that night. "There's gonna be a guy there tonight..." He said, swerving in and out of traffic in his sleek white Mazda RX-7 with the black-and-white racing stripes on the side.

"And I'm gonna tell ya' Bub. He's the man! He's gonna come out with a fine chick at his side. And he's gonna do the chop, like this"(he then did a chop to the air and made a sound effect with it, only Pops). "And then he's gonna go, Whoooooooooo! And everybody's gonna go nuts. I'm tellin' ya, listen to what I say and watch. His name is Ric Flair."

As you can tell by the title, wrestling fans, this will be my first series here on B/R. You can catch the rest of this story as well as others in Volume Two. I hope you enjoyed this first Volume as much as I've enjoyed sharing these memories with you.

As always, wrestling fans, this is about you. Please feel free to leave a comment or anything else you'd like to say regarding your memories of pro wrestling.

I also opened up the polls once again with a little trivia for you, folks. I will reveal the answer in Volume Two. So be sure to hit 'em up and test your knowledge.

 

Well, that's all for now, but there's more where that came from.

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