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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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