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He seemed frustrated
His grasp of learning
traditional wrestling
and what is called new
-age wrestling and
Modern style. He approached
Both his gimmick and style
as his personality. He saw
Himself as a grappler with all
The advantages. Those with
 height, weight,agility, power and 
speaking ability. Seemed to
Out shine him.But he always
managed to get through obstacles
without problems. When he was
gifted with a World championship
Opportunity, used basic manuvering
and skill to achieve his goals.World
Heavyweight champion are the last
words he heard, when a man rushed
the ring and  " Chopin Cussgrinned"
( Oreintal sleeper) to the mat, he said
he didn't see him at all.
They wanted me to change my style
and the way I approached bouts. I
Remember coming to the locker room
and one of the undercard Grapplers
looking at me and saying " oh it's you"
I thought these men as satan's trying
to make me loose my composture.
This know named buster, used a taped
Brass knuckle and left me semiconscious
In the locker room. I had to forfeit my
Title from a officials decision when I
Couldn't answer the ring announcers
request to be in the ring. They held the
title up for nine days, giving both me and
the number one contender co- ownership.
I won but that jerk got the best of me.
And until I hired a manager I never even
Knew his name!

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