The man had been a wrestler. When he was a child he would watch Saturday Night’s Main Event with his father. He’d ‘play fight’ with his brothers, wrestled in high school—this was different. There were no flashy costumes or gimmicks. DDTs and power-bombs weren’t allowed.
When he first stepped in a 20” x 20” ring, he was thrilled. Finally, he thought. For his first televised match, he was announced as ‘The Cleaner,’ and went on to lose. Badly. But he loved it. In eleven years, he would gain 40 pounds and win the undisputed championship and be the face of a professional wrestling company that later became bankrupt.
He never married. He only had one daughter. Once he broke his back, the man suffered from depression. The alcohol and the drugs came.
When he first stepped in a 20” x 20” ring, he was thrilled. Finally, he thought. For his first televised match, he was announced as ‘The Cleaner,’ and went on to lose. Badly. But he loved it. In eleven years, he would gain 40 pounds and win the undisputed championship and be the face of a professional wrestling company that later became bankrupt.
He never married. He only had one daughter. Once he broke his back, the man suffered from depression. The alcohol and the drugs came.