DICK LANE
I throw kitchen sponges at you. That's what my mother gave me to throw at the television when I got so mad at Freddie Blassie that I had to throw things at him. After one tomato (it missed and hit the wall), she decided a change in ammo was in order.
Every wednesday during the summer we would go to a friend's house and watch wrestling and have in-and-out burgers.
In 65 or so there was a big grudge match between Blassie and a black wrestler, forget his name. We went and actually sat in the last row. Blassie was bleeding during the match (later found out it was from a razor which was secreted and used during the matches).
During the middle 60s, there was a tag team of two guys from Mexico with masks. They were in great shape. No gut. Can't remember their names.