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Wednesday, December 7, 2016

NORTHERN CALIFORNIA PRO WRESTLING BOOK RELEASED!!!

NOW AVAILABLE!!! Chronicling one hundred years of Northern California pro wrestling history, and jam-packed with over 200 photos, some never before published, this book is the must-have gift for any fan of classic pro wrestling. especially those who grew up with Roy Shire's Big Time Wrestling brand of excitement.
Set in a deluxe 8x10 format, WHEN IT WAS BIG TIME will take you back to a time and place when wrestling was "real!" Thesz, The Sharpes, Nomellini, Stevens, Patterson, Gomez, Mephisto, Mayne, Piper ... they're all here plus so many more!
The first printing SOLD OUT in only a week and the positive feedback on the book has been tremendous  but copies of the second printing are still avaialble. Priced at $26 plus shipping, you can make this one-of-a-kind book yours, or for someone you love, by clicking the link below to order. Chapter summaries are also viewable at the link.

http://whenitwasbigtime.blogspot.com/




Thursday, June 23, 2016

MICK FOLEY WRITES THE FOREWORD TO RON STARR'S AUTOBIOGRAPHY!!!

MIKE TYSON AND MICK "CACTUS JACK" FOLEY
Stating that he was honored to be asked to write the foreword to 25-year pro wrestling veteran and 2-time NWA World Junior Heavyweight Champ Ron Starr's autobiography, pro wrestling legend Mick Foley lends insight into his great matches with Ron Starr that took place over 25 years ago. The WWE Hall of Famer squared off against Starr in a brief but very memorable feud back in 1989 when Foley was wrestling as "Cactus Jack" in the Continental Wrestling Federation, which was based out of Pensacola, Florida. Mick's brilliantly written foreword details the lessons learned from working with the veteran Ron Starr, why he has a high level of respect for him, and why his is a story worth reading.
     Starr's autobiography, entitled "Bad the Bone: 25 Years of Wrestling and Riots", is expected to be released at the end of 2016. Please stay tuned for further updates.

RON STARR LEAPS OFF THE TOP ROPE
(Click the following link to watch a thrilling TV wrestling match between Rotten Ron Starr and Mick "Cactus Jack" Foley!)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oe-8-oZ3MPU

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Wrestling Legends: Rowdy Roddy Piper -- There will never be another, by Rock Rims




It was billed as World War III. On June 25, 1976, in what was billed as a bout for the World Martial Arts Championship, boxer Muhammad Ali was scheduled to square off against wrestler Antonio Inoki in Tokyo, Japan, in a confrontation the world would be watching. With a $10 million total purse and with ringside seats going for a then-unprecedented $1,000 a pop, the event was receiving a mind-blowing amount of media coverage. And in the final week before the match, Muhammad Ali was in Los Angeles for his final opportunity to hype the bout with hopes of increasing closed-circuit TV revenue.

     A press conference was being held at the world famous Olympic Auditorium in Los Angeles, a hallowed building for both boxing and wrestling events, and Ali, ever the promotional master, issued a challenge to a young wrestler sitting nearby to enter the ring with him. The 22 year-old-Canadian wrestler entered the ring, not knowing what to expect and when Ali, who had been boasting that no wrestler could defeat him, locked up with the grappler and whispered to him, “Hip toss,” he was quite surprised. But he did what he was told and Ali ended up with his back on the mat. While Ali was obviously trying to increase buzz over his impending bout with Inoki, hoping that wrestling fans would fork over there cash in hopes of seeing a pro wrestler defeat a boxer, that young wrestler, Roddy Piper, was also convinced that Ali was looking to give him a break.

     “Muhammad Ali was such a great man,” said Piper many years later. “He saw this skinny kid just sitting there that needed a break, and right in the middle of everything, he just …boom! – gave me a rub. I’m up. He continued on. That’s a great man.” While he undoubtedly was appreciative of what he felt was the boxing champ’s effort to ‘give him a rub’ and boost the attention that the young wrestler would receive, for the wrestling fans of Los Angeles, “Rowdy” Roddy Piper was most definitely already “up.”

     It was only five months before that the young man who claimed to be from Glasgow, Scotland but was in fact born and raised in Canada, had arrived in promoter Mike Lebell’s Southern California wrestling territory. After an inauspicious start, territory booking genius Leo Garibaldi had the idea to turn the young baby face or “good guy” wrestler into a “heel”, a wrestling “bad guy.” And the rest as they say, is history.

     Less than two months after that fateful decision to turn Roddy Piper heel, he was the holder of the Jules Strongbow Scientific Trophy, a co-holder of the America’s tag team titles and had recently defeated his nemesis Chavo Guerrero for the America’s Heavyweight Wrestling title. While Guerrero was definitely the top baby face of the late 70’s in Southern California and a great draw, a territory is only as good as its best heel, and Piper was inarguably that top heel. He was the Joker to Chavo’s Batman, the great antagonist that every would-be hero needs to battle in hopes of achieving heroic status. For what need would there be for a hero if there was no villain to overcome?

     The pairing of Piper and Guerrero was magic for the wrestling promotion and gave it the boost it needed after the previous Freddie Blassie-John Tolos feud had run its course. With his charisma and gift of gab, Piper was phenomenal at inciting the hatred of his fans and opponents alike. And the culture of the largely-Latino fan base as well Chavo Guerrero and his wrestling family members comprised Piper’s favorite targets. Whether it was by offering to play the “Mexican national anthem” on his bagpipes, only to follow that offer by playing “La Cucaracha” on the instrument; or by wearing a t-shirt that said “Conqueror of the Guerreros”; or by hurling insults at a mile-a-minute during one of his high-energy interviews, people hated the things they saw and heard from him but loved that they were there to witness it.

     Roddy Piper may have started his career a few years before entering California, but California was the first real platform he was provided to display what he had to offer to the wrestling world. It was the first place he was given the ball to run and run he did. And just like Walter Payton in his prime NFL years, they gave Piper the ball over and over, and he ran and ran and ran. It wasn’t unheard of for him to appear in or near the wrestling ring for the majority of the night, in a single’s bout, a tag bout and as a wrestling manager. For the better part of three years, he was the “go-to” guy of the Southern California promotion.

     It wasn’t long before the wrestling czar of the northern part of the state, Roy Shire, brought the “Lean, Mean Machine” as Piper called himself, up to Northern California for occasional appearances to see how the fans responded to him. Fans in some of the towns up north had seen his antics via broadcasts of L.A.’s “Lucha Libre” television show, telecast in Spanish over the Spanish International Network. While Piper’s charisma and star power were certainly out of this world, at first he didn’t lend much to the first several live wrestling cards he appeared on for Shire. But eventually he found himself in another memorable feud, this time with United States Champion Lonnie “Moondog” Mayne.

     It’s hard to imagine that as memorable as the Piper-Mayne feud was for Northern California wrestling fans tuning into it during the summer of 1978, that the “feud” only consisted of a mere three matches over a five week period. Oh, but what a feud it was! The intensity of their matches was unbridled, and the fans in attendance at those live events in San Francisco’s Cow Palace were on the edge of their seats during the entirety the bouts. Even so, it’s safe to say that their promotional TV interviews building up to the matches were even more of a highlight.

     In Los Angeles, the TV show was taped lived and everything moved just a little faster than they did in San Francisco’s shows. Both men gave compelling interviews but Piper, having the edge in his gift of gab and ability to verbally improvise, was truly remarkable. But with the interviews in Sacramento’s KTXL studios being taped after the matches were taped and with more time being allotted for the interviews, wrestling fans in Northern California were able to enjoy more of Piper’s manic and extremely entertaining rants. But regardless of what part of California he was doing interviews for, he made the fans alternately yell in anger and laugh out loud over what he said and did.

     Roddy Piper may have started in Canada, may have made an impact virtually everywhere he went after that, and was thrust into the national spotlight in the World Wrestling Federation during the 80’s, but it was in California during the late 70’s that Roddy Piper first became a wrestling star. – RR


Source for Roddy Piper’s comments:

“Rowdy” Roddy Piper talks about handing his nickname over to Ronda Rousey, by Sarah Kurchak, Fight Land Blog


Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Wrestling Legends: Roddy Piper; There Will Never be Another -- by Rock Rims




It was billed as World War III. On June 25, 1976, in what was billed as a bout for the World Martial Arts Championship, boxer Muhammad Ali was scheduled to square off against wrestler Antonio Inoki in Tokyo, Japan, in a confrontation the world would be watching. With a $10 million total purse and with ringside seats going for a then-unprecedented $1,000 a pop, the event was receiving a mind-blowing amount of media coverage. And in the final week before the match, Muhammad Ali was in Los Angeles for his final opportunity to hype the bout with hopes of increasing closed-circuit TV revenue.

     A press conference was being held at the world famous Olympic Auditorium in Los Angeles, a hallowed building for both boxing and wrestling events, and Ali, ever the promotional master, issued a challenge to a young wrestler sitting nearby to enter the ring with him. The 22 year-old-Canadian wrestler entered the ring, not knowing what to expect and when Ali, who had been boasting that no wrestler could defeat him, locked up with the grappler and whispered to him, “Hip toss,” he was quite surprised. But he did what he was told and Ali ended up with his back on the mat. While Ali was obviously trying to increase buzz over his impending bout with Inoki, hoping that wrestling fans would fork over there cash in hopes of seeing a pro wrestler defeat a boxer, that young wrestler, Roddy Piper, was also convinced that Ali was looking to give him a break.

     “Muhammad Ali was such a great man,” said Piper many years later. “He saw this skinny kid just sitting there that needed a break, and right in the middle of everything, he just …boom! – gave me a rub. I’m up. He continued on. That’s a great man.” While he undoubtedly was appreciative of what he felt was the boxing champ’s effort to ‘give him a rub’ and boost the attention that the young wrestler would receive, for the wrestling fans of Los Angeles, “Rowdy” Roddy Piper was most definitely already “up.”

     It was only five months before that the young man who claimed to be from Glasgow, Scotland but was in fact born and raised in Canada, had arrived in promoter Mike Lebell’s Southern California wrestling territory. After an inauspicious start, territory booking genius Leo Garibaldi had the idea to turn the young baby face or “good guy” wrestler into a “heel”, a wrestling “bad guy.” And the rest as they say, is history.

     Less than two months after that fateful decision to turn Roddy Piper heel, he was the holder of the Jules Strongbow Scientific Trophy, a co-holder of the America’s tag team titles and had recently defeated his nemesis Chavo Guerrero for the America’s Heavyweight Wrestling title. While Guerrero was definitely the top baby face of the late 70’s in Southern California and a great draw, a territory is only as good as its best heel, and Piper was inarguably that top heel. He was the Joker to Chavo’s Batman, the great antagonist that every would-be hero needs to battle in hopes of achieving heroic status. For what need would there be for a hero if there was no villain to overcome?

     The pairing of Piper and Guerrero was magic for the wrestling promotion and gave it the boost it needed after the previous Freddie Blassie-John Tolos feud had run its course. With his charisma and gift of gab, Piper was phenomenal at inciting the hatred of his fans and opponents alike. And the culture of the largely-Latino fan base as well Chavo Guerrero and his wrestling family members comprised Piper’s favorite targets. Whether it was by offering to play the “Mexican national anthem” on his bagpipes, only to follow that offer by playing “La Cucaracha” on the instrument; or by wearing a t-shirt that said “Conqueror of the Guerreros”; or by hurling insults at a mile-a-minute during one of his high-energy interviews, people hated the things they saw and heard from him but loved that they were there to witness it.

     Roddy Piper may have started his career a few years before entering California, but California was the first real platform he was provided to display what he had to offer to the wrestling world. It was the first place he was given the ball to run and run he did. And just like Walter Payton in his prime NFL years, they gave Piper the ball over and over, and he ran and ran and ran. It wasn’t unheard of for him to appear in or near the wrestling ring for the majority of the night, in a single’s bout, a tag bout and as a wrestling manager. For the better part of three years, he was the “go-to” guy of the Southern California promotion.

     It wasn’t long before the wrestling czar of the northern part of the state, Roy Shire, brought the “Lean, Mean Machine” as Piper called himself, up to Northern California for occasional appearances to see how the fans responded to him. Fans in some of the towns up north had seen his antics via broadcasts of L.A.’s “Lucha Libre” television show, telecast in Spanish over the Spanish International Network. While Piper’s charisma and star power were certainly out of this world, at first he didn’t lend much to the first several live wrestling cards he appeared on for Shire. But eventually he found himself in another memorable feud, this time with United States Champion Lonnie “Moondog” Mayne.

     It’s hard to imagine that as memorable as the Piper-Mayne feud was for Northern California wrestling fans tuning into it during the summer of 1978, that the “feud” only consisted of a mere three matches over a five week period. Oh, but what a feud it was! The intensity of their matches was unbridled, and the fans in attendance at those live events in San Francisco’s Cow Palace were on the edge of their seats during the entirety the bouts. Even so, it’s safe to say that their promotional TV interviews building up to the matches were even more of a highlight.

     In Los Angeles, the TV show was taped lived and everything moved just a little faster than they did in San Francisco’s shows. Both men gave compelling interviews but Piper, having the edge in his gift of gab and ability to verbally improvise, was truly remarkable. But with the interviews in Sacramento’s KTXL studios being taped after the matches were taped and with more time being allotted for the interviews, wrestling fans in Northern California were able to enjoy more of Piper’s manic and extremely entertaining rants. But regardless of what part of California he was doing interviews for, he made the fans alternately yell in anger and laugh out loud over what he said and did.

     Roddy Piper may have started in Canada, may have made an impact virtually everywhere he went after that, and was thrust into the national spotlight in the World Wrestling Federation during the 80’s, but it was in California during the late 70’s that Roddy Piper first became a wrestling star. – RR


Source for Roddy Piper’s comments:

“Rowdy” Roddy Piper talks about handing his nickname over to Ronda Rousey, by Sarah Kurchak, Fight Land Blog


Thursday, January 24, 2013

JAKE "THE SNAKE" ROBERTS: MASTER STORY TELLER


Sport, entertainment, performance, soap opera, spectacle, theater.  These are all ways that Pro Wrestling has been described or can be described, and when it’s performed at its highest level, it’s a combination of all these things. In fact, at that level, it even ventures into the realm of Greek Theater or a moral play, with characters, emotions, and situations that we can all identify with to one extent or another.

     And just as in theater, where there are performers who can draw us into the experience, causing us to leave the world we had inhabited only moments before, so there are performers in Pro Wrestling who’s masterful use of Psychology can be likened to leaving a trail of breadcrumbs that we can easily and willing follow, in expectation of a journey that we won’t soon forget.

     And Jake “The Snake” Roberts was such a master.  He possessed a personal magnetism and presence and combined these with an inherent and developed understanding of the human psyche, knowing just what to say and do to get the desired reaction from the fans.  Jake had that unique gift to gain the fans riveted attention, leaving them hanging onto every word, wondering what he was going to both say and do next.  Now, that’s psychology, that’s genius. 

          In Pro Wrestling, there have always been those who were great on the mic, but were shit in the ring.  The ones who whetted your appetite, making you want to see them either whoop ass on their opponent or have their opponent do that to them.  Yet, their performance in the ring was sometimes anti-climatic, unless their opponent was a great worker who could carry the match.  And when their opponent was less than a stellar performer, you sometimes wished things had ended with the promo.  And then there were those who were great in the ring, but were shit on the mic.  These were the guys who thrilled us with their ringwork, but made us want to reach through the TV screen or from our seat in the audience and knock the microphone out of their hand when they had it.  “Will somebody just give this guy a chair shot already???!!!”

      Jake was one of those rare breeds who had great psychology in both aspects of the game.  While he wasn’t a technical marvel in the ring with an expansive move-set like a Benoit or Guerrero, what moves he did use, were crisp and precise. More importantly, they were used at the right time, yielding the desired effects, physically on his opponents, and emotionally on the viewers. He gave meaning to what he did and when he did it.

    Jake first began his wrestling career in the late 70’s, showing signs of his great potential even early on, as he wrestled in and won titles in various North American territories throughout the late 70’s and early  80’s.  These included Mid-South, Mid-Atlantic, World Class Wrestling in Texas, Stampede Wrestling in Canada, and Georgia Championship Wrestling.  Jake refined his physical and verbal skills in the wrestling game and soon, the World Wrestling Federation would come calling, and eventually, to our great benefit, Jake would answer.  While there are various pros and cons to the expansionism that the WWF undertook in the 80’s, one of the pros had to be that it gave a tremendous worker like Jake Roberts a larger platform and stage on which to perform.  This would allow many more fans who might not have access to the regional television programming that Jake previously appeared on, an opportunity to witness his genius.

     Jake wasted no time in becoming a major player in the WWF, utilizing the skills and talents that he already possessed, and adding a new element:  A Giant Snake named Damien.  With his ominous, dark, and menacing persona, it was no wonder that Jake’s snakes had names like “Damien” and “Lucifer”, for with his ability to tap into his dark side, possibly even his personal demons, he often seemed like the Devil Incarnate. 

     Jake’s promos and actions in and around the ring could stir a variety of emotions in the fans, causing some to feel anger, maybe even indignation, yet strangely enough, causing others to cheer.  Perhaps the promos threatened and maybe even scared us because they reminded us of a darkness or potential darkness that exists in all of us, and reminded us of a place that our thoughts may have journeyed to at one time or another.  For we all possess the potential for both good and bad.  It’s just a matter of degrees as to which each one inhabits our lives, actions, and thoughts.  And perhaps that may have also been a part of Jake’s appeal, the fact that so many could identify with one thing or another that he said or did.  Regardless of what particular emotions, thoughts, and feelings he stirred in us, the almost Universal thought was:  We wanted to watch him.

     And watch him we did, as he engaged in memorable feuds with the likes of the Honky Tonk Man, the great Ricky Steamboat, Andre the Giant, the “Million Dollar Man” Ted DiBiase, and “Ravishing” Rick Rude.  And while the majority of matches involving John “Earthquake” Tenta were far from classics, what was classic was the angle involving “Earthquake”, Jake, and Jake’s snake “Damien.”  During a confrontation on WWF television between Jake and Earthquake, Jake found himself wrapped up and trapped in the ring ropes, watching helplessly as the 500 lb. Earthquake “squashed” Damien as he lied inside the canvas sack that Jake carried him in.  Jake did such an incredible job of reacting to the heinous act, displaying the kind of anguish, agony, and heartbreak that one would expect to see when someone loses a cherished pet or loved one.  And the camera would then pan the crowd, and these people, some of whom even knew at that point that what they sometimes saw in wrestling wasn’t “reality”, were obviously wondering if what they had in fact just witnessed wasn’t real.  Many had looks of shock and disbelief on their faces, while others also had eyes that were beginning to tear up. They could identify with Jakes’ anguish, loss, his disillusionment that people and life could be so cruel.  Jake didn’t just talk and act out a wrestling program; he talked and acted out life.

    Jake’s career would continue with the WWF until late 1992, and afterwards, he would have stints, some memorable, some not so much, in WCW, ECW, Smokey Mountain Wrestling, and again in the WWF.  One of the stints that was certainly memorable, yet I don’t feel garnered nearly as much recognition as it deserved, was his time in Mexico’s AAA promotion. 

    While recently viewing a DVD compilation “A Snake Slithers into Mexico: Jake Roberts in AAA”, I had a chance to revisit Jake’s great run in Mexico.  What made that run all the more memorable and impressive was the fact that, in not one single match of the half dozen that are part of that compilation, do we hear Jake on the microphone or cutting a promo.  Not once!  Here is one of the greatest “stickmen” in the history of Pro Wrestling, not able to speak Spanish, yet drawing incredible heat and attention from the Mexican fans, without using one of his greatest tools in his bag: The mic.

   And Jake didn’t have to resort to cheap heat tactics either, like tossing tortillas to the crowd or spitting on the Mexican flag.  He did it sheerly by his incredible prescence and work in the ring.  His first appearance in the promotion occurred when he showed up in a ringside seat at a “career vs. career” match between Cien Caras and the man once described as the “Hulk Hogan of Mexico”, Konnan.  A packed house of 48,000 turned up to witness this important match at the inaugural “Triplemania” event on April 30, 1993.  And while much of the attention was obviously directed toward the ring where Cien Caras and Konnan were battling it out, much was also being directed toward Jake.  In fact, such was the magnetism of Jake, that when a second camera would sometimes catch a shot of Jake at ringside, people viewing the match on television would pay more attention to his body language and facial expressions than they would to what was going on in the ring.

     Instigator and agitator that he was, Jake would end up interfering in the match, causing Konnan to lose the 3rd and final fall of the match, thus forcing him to “retire”.  This would set the stage for an eventual feud between Jake and Konnan, when Konnan would return to the rings in AAA just a short time later.  Even without the use of promos, over the next 13 months, Jake would have the fans of AAA screaming for his blood.  Lucha Libre is the only style of wrestling where the “heels” (“rudos” in Mexico) and “faces” (“technicos” in Mexico) are actually designated.  Jake however, needed no such designation.  With his actions and facial expressions alone, everyone knew his role.

    Whether it was his joining the heel faction known as “Los Gringos Locos”, his physical attacks on “mini” wrestler “Mascarita Sagrada” (who’s about 4 ft. in height), or his physical manhandling of female valets accompanying him to the ring,  Jake knew how to light the fuse under an already emotional Mexican crowd.  And even when the fans where constantly throwing debris into the ring at him, Jake would just stand back, with that devious smile of his spreading across his face.  He had them (us) right where he wanted us.  And we didn’t mind a bit. 

     In most Pro Wrestling organizations, the cage match is the culmination of a feud, the “blow off” match.  And while Jake and Konnan certainly had theirs in front of a rabid crowd in Los Angeles, they would take things one step further.  For in Mexico, the ultimate confrontation is a “Lucha Apuestas” match, where the opponents place their hair or masks on the line.  And on May 27, 1994, thousands packed an arena in Tijuana, Mexico to see the ultimate confrontation between Jake and Konan.  And while Konan won the match and the right to see Jake’s hair removed, Jake was a winner too, as were all those who have witnessed that match.  For again, Jake was able to put us where he wanted us, and we were more than willing to be there.

     Jake once said on a WWF television show “If a man has enough power, he can speak softly…And everyone will listen.”  Jake Roberts both recognized that kind of power and possessed it.  And he made us all want to listen.  If you haven’t had the opportunity to both listen and watch Jake Roberts, I wholeheartedly suggest that you do so.  And if your only experience with viewing and listening to Jake Roberts consists of his WWF/E work, then I highly recommend you look into his work in Mid-Atlantic, Florida, WCCW, Mid-South, and AAA.  For that will give you a more complete look at his incredible and compelling body of work.  And I can’t say enough about what a compelling bio that the WWE produced in “Jake Roberts: Pick your Poison”.  While I feel that they kind of dropped the ball when it comes to the limited match selection on the DVD set, the bio/documentary part is perhaps the best and most moving that I’ve ever seen.

   Everyone has a story to tell, and the ringwork and mic work are only a small fraction of Jake Robert’s story.  Like all of us, he has had to face personal challenges, some of which were very unfortunate and even horrific.  We are all to a great extent, products of our environment, but more so I feel, products of how we have responded to those experiences and situations.  While Jake’s ring wars are over, his greatest battles continue in his personal life, as is the case for many of us.  As human beings, we possess an incredible capacity to achieve, and to overcome adversity and triumph over our short comings and personal demons.  And if anything, throughout his highs and lows, Jake Roberts has proven to be human.  I look forward to hearing that the rest of Jake’s story is a triumphant one, for I know he has the power, and I know that we’d want to listen.

Friday, November 23, 2012

In commemorating the passing of Pro Wrestler Art Barr on this date 18 years ago, this is the article that I wrote for the "Wrestlings Last Hope" website earlier this week:


     Over 2300 years ago, Alexander the Great, not yet 33 years old, died after a night of heavy drinking.  Even at that young age, he had conquered a great part of the then-known world, and had already devised plans for further military campaigns, looking to conquer new territories.

     It’s always tragic when anyone dies that young, but it always seems more so when the person is someone with immense talent and abilities.  Someone who may have already displayed some of that potential, but still had much more he could fulfill.  Alexander, James Dean, Tupac Shakur, these are just a few of the people who fit into that category, and in the world of Professional Wrestling, we’d certainly have to include Art Barr. All of these individuals, gained many admirers and much respect in their respective fields, and rightly so.  Because regardless if whether or not we enjoyed what they created or agreed with some of their lifestyle decisions, habits, or personality traits, they possessed undeniable great ability and potential untapped.

      On November 23, 1994, Art Barr passed away in his sleep, while lying next to his young son at his home in Eugene, Oregon.  He had just turned 28 years old only 6 weeks before.  And just two weeks before, he had wrestled his greatest match, having established himself as a highly in-demand wrestler in Mexico, and on the verge of exploring new territories to conquer. 

     Barr began his career in the Pacific Northwest Wrestling territory and in 1989, during a television taping, family friend Roddy Piper decided to transform the up until then bland Art Barr, into “Beetlejuice.”  Even before the comedic segment was over, you could see positive results.  Although it was a goofy gimmick, it would give Barr the opportunity for more attention, and even more importantly, the opportunity to cut loose and display his natural charisma, which up until then had remained relatively buried.

     Barr would work his “Beetlejuice” character, and subsequently his “Juicer” character, both in Portland and then WCW.  While growing in popularity in WCW, and showing good athletic ability in televised matches, his lack of size was an issue and he failed to impress the powers that be in WCW.

    Art was released by WCW, but with the help of wrestler Konan, he would soon find himself south of the border, working in EMLL.  He would don a mask and begin wrestling under the name “Love Machine”.  After a year or so, he would then embark on a feud with the famed luchador Blue Panther, which feud would gain him more attention, is still talked about today, and was a critical factor in Barr’s becoming a star in Mexico.

    Up until that point in his career and in EMLL, Barr was a face, but some fans were lukewarm towards him, as was evidenced during a mask vs. mask match between Barr and Panther, which took place in April of 1992 at the Arena Mexico.  Mexican wrestling fans are very passionate, and are not hesitant to express how they really feel about a match or a wrestler.  During the match, more and more fans were beginning to cheer the rudo (heel) Blue Panther, and were giving Barr a mixed reaction to his moves.  Mexican fans were ahead of most of the world when it came to sometimes rooting for the heels in wrestling, and this time was no exception.

     In the closing moments of the intense match, with more and more fans beginning to rally behind Blue Panther, the 2 out of 3 fall match was even at one fall a piece, and Barr was unloading an offensive barrage on Blue Panther.  Then in a costly mistake, and in the heat of the moment, Barr delivered a piledriver to Panther, taking him out of commission.  Unfortunately, the move, while perfectly legal in most of the U.S., is an illegal maneuver in Mexico.  Barr screamed out in both anguish and protest, at the mistake which would cost him his mask, something masked wrestlers in Mexico seek to avoid at all costs.

     Barr would then attack Blue Panther with extreme intensity, as attendants were trying to carry Panther out on a stretcher.  The fans reacted as expected, and while Barr would remain a Face for some time, as Panther would also remain a heel, the stage was set for an eventual switch.

    The feud was resumed the following year when both had jumped to the new AAA promotion, and on July 23, 1993, their singles feud culminated in a “mask vs. hair” match.  During the third and deciding fall,  and with the referee’s back turned to them, Love Machine placed Blue Panther in position to give him the piledriver, the same move that had laid him out on the stretcher the year before.  However Perro Aguayo, Love Machine’s second in the match, ran in and prevented Barr from delivering the piledriver, knowing it could cost Barr both the match and his hair. Barr hesitated, dropping Panther to the floor, just as the referee returned his attention to them.  Thinking that Barr had delivered the illegal piledriver, the referee disqualified Love Machine; giving Panther both the victory and the satisfaction of seeing Barr’s hair get cut.

   Furious at what he considered an injustice, being disqualified for an act he didn’t even commit, and possibly for the fan’s increased support of the rudo Blue Panther, Barr vented his frustrations by attacking  Aguayo.

    Barr’s turn to the dark side would soon be complete, as the following month, while in a 6 man tag match with Eddie Guerrero and El Hijo Del Santo as his partners, Love Machine donned a “Santo” mask that he took from a boy from ringside, and began giving Guerrero a fierce beating, leading the dazed Guerrero to believe that Santo had attacked him.  Guerrero, who had himself displayed heel-like behaviors on some recent occasions, attacked Santo, soon being joined in by Barr and opposing team member Fuerza Guerrera.

   Barr’s heel turn was complete, and he now had a partner in crime, and they would become known as “La Pareja Del Terror” (The Terror Team), and then “Los Gringos Locos,” forming the nucleus of what would become a heel faction in AAA. They set AAA on fire, and ignited feuds (most notably with Santo and Octagon) during what was undoubtedly the hottest time period for the company.

    Over the next 15 months, Barr and Guerrero blossomed both as performers and heels, lighting up the ring with both their chemistry and ring work, and working up Mexican and U.S. crowds into frenzy.  Of the two, Eddie was undoubtedly the better technician and in-ring performer, but definitely learned a thing or two from Barr when it came to ring psychology, increasing the fan’s emotional involvement in the match, inciting them to hatred and near-riots.  And isn’t that partly why we watch a match, whether it be on TV or at the arena?  To cheer who we love, and boo who we don’t?  And the more passionate we are about that, the more we enjoy ourselves and what we see and feel.  Barr recognized the importance of getting the fans to care about what was going on in the ring, to have an emotional stake in what was taking place in the match.  Whether you booed him and cheered for his opponent was irrelevant.  It was that he got a reaction out of you was the thing that was critical.  And like his mentor Roddy Piper before him, Barr was quickly becoming a genius in that regard.

    Barr’s and Guerrero’s feud with Santo and Octagon over the AAA tag team titles would increase in its intensity, culminating in double hair vs.  mask match during AAA’s first pay per view, “When World’s Collide”.

    The date was Nov. 6, 1994, and WCW had taken notice of both AAA’s and “Los Gringos Locos”, and as a result helped co-promote and make possible the pay-per-view event.  Other’s had taken notice of Art Barr and Eddie Guerrero in particular. Among them were New Japan and ECW, who was running hot at the time.  These were places that unlike WCW at the time didn’t pay nearly as much attention to the size of a wrestler’s body, as they did to the size of his heart, his in-ring ability, and his ability to increase the fan’s emotional involvement.  Eddie had already done tours of Japan, and Art was scheduled for one soon. 

   The venue for the PPV was The Sports Arena in Los Angeles, one of the world’s major cities, and the capital of the media world.  There was lots riding on this event, with it being AAA’s first ppv and millions, including important wrestling promoters, set to watch the event.  And although it wasn’t the main event, the double hair vs. mask match was the highlight of the event and the match that stole the show.

   Within Lucha Libre, a Hair vs. Mask match is typically the climax of a feud. It is the culmination of months of exchanged blows and insults, bad blood & shed blood, when there is no other alternative left to settle things once and for all between the participants.

     This was the opportunity for Barr to shine his brightest, and he didn’t disappoint.  He turned in what may have been his best in-ring performance ever, displaying great timing and precision.  And with his facial expressions, gestures, and his derogatory comments that specifically targeted L.A.’s Hispanic population, he along with Guerrero, had the fans screaming for their blood as well as their hair.  All of the match participants contributed to what would be considered by some the match of the year, and would be given a 5 star rating by The Wrestling Observer’s Dave Meltzer.  It, without a doubt, is a must-see match for every wrestling fan.

    In the end, after an emotional, intense battle, it would be Santo and Octagon who would have the victory.  But in the end, everyone was a winner, including the fans and Guerrero and Barr as well.

    Sadly, it would be Barr’s last match, as two weeks later he died.  And one can’t wonder what might’ve been.  ECW and New Japan both came knocking, and the surviving Guerrero would make the most of his opportunities, as would other Cruiserweight wrestlers who had spent time in Mexico, such as Chris Benoit and Chris Jericho.  It might’ve taken several more years, but all of those wrestlers and Dean Malenko as well, would travel that path to eventual stardom on the big time wrestling platforms.  Isn’t it possible that Art Barr might’ve joined that elite group in such success?

    It’s quite possible.  While he wasn’t as technically proficient as some of the others just mentioned, really, how many people have ever been able to say that they were?  And without a doubt, he had more charisma than any of those individuals, Guerrero included.  And hadn’t Piper shown years before, that charisma can greatly enhance the performance, appeal, and marketability of a wrestler?  And that’s something that you can’t learn in a gym.

     While it can be argued that Art’s lifestyle decisions, lack of size, or any thing else about him could sabotage any potential opportunity for big time success, what can’t be argued is that he left everything he had in the ring.  And it can’t be argued as to whether or not he made a big time impact in Lucha Libre during the 90’s.  And it definitely can’t be argued as to whether he left us with one of the more memorable matches in the last several decades of Wrestling History.  Art left us with a tremendous parting gift, as his last match was his best. 

     Thank you Art, and rest in peace.