For most of my childhood, my sole aspiration was to become a professional wrestler. Central States Wrestling was my Sunday morning service, Bulldog Bob Brown and “Freight Train” Rufus R. Jones were the disciples, and Sheik Abdullah the Great was the devil with his minions the Masked Grapplers. But the traveling preacher, the baddest of them all, perhaps the most popular cross-promotional wrestler of the time, was Bruiser Brody. He looked like a modern-day Genghis Khan, and was the only force for good who could stand up to the 400-pounds-of-pure-evil Abdullah the Butcher or even the 500-pound Kamala the Ugandan Giant. I never saw him lose a match.
Just added to The List and the Story: Against the Eighties