Post by DTP. on Oct 15, 2008 15:04:58 GMT -5
The Eric Bischoff Story
I: Prologue
Little Eric Bischoff was created scientifically by sperm cells in the Fall or Winter of 1954 by his parents, Kenneth and Carol. He came out into the real world nine months later on May 27th 1955 when he was given birth to. And that little baby slowly grew to become one of the more evolutionary characters in the wrestling industry of the late 20th Century and 21st Century. This is where I will be focusing more around the late 90s, like late 1997. After all that is where I became most recognised in wrestling and in my opinion, the peak of WCW in its entire history.
My father had a terrible back problem where his spinal cord had not been able to fully develop. That was terrible, when I was five he had to have surgery because of extremely repetetive headaches. But he was a lot worse when he had the surgery. That made my mother go into overkill with the hard work. After dad's surgery, he had no able usage of his hands and limited usage of his arms, which made him as limited to doing things as much as us kids. My mother now had to cope with my father, me, my little brother and my sister. Not good for a family living in a rough neighborhood in Detroit, Michigan. I hated it, with a furious vengeance too. My mother is a tough woman, the toughest I have seen, and I have met Chyna too. She told me to always dream big. And if she never had spoken those words, I wouldn't of been as popular in the wrestling industry. I really appreciate her for it. I went to Dort Elementary School, where rap superstar Eminem went years later, and that was as rough as the whole Detroit city. The only thing that interested me there was Geography and work and research regarding foreign lands. I was intrigued with visiting places like there one day. And I did, but I'll tell you about that later on in the story.
I discovered professional wrestling when I was eight years old, this was back when wrestling was thought to be real and was a simple in-ring affair. My mother and father were always busy that day, Mom having to drive Dad to work then go to the grocery store to run some errands. So the house was ran by me and my brother, Mark. We'd watch cartoons, Dick Clark. And then after that, Big Time Wrestling on CKLW, Channel 9 to be specific. Those were the days of The Original Sheik, Killer Kowalski and Bobo Brazil, among many others. We'd practise performing the moves in our living room, too, whatever move we saw, we'd perform on one-another, those sessions were very enjoyable and fun. Of course, this was back when wrestling in the States were divided into different 'territories', each territory having a World Champion [for example, viewers in the Pacific area couldn't watch WWWF because WWWF was based in the Tri-State region. That was closed-circuit television]. Nobody was aware of other promotions' happenings unless they went on a trip, which of course would be useless. I also used to get involved in fights almost every day, which wasn't necessarily helping due to me being like a scrawny kid. But it was like the food chain at that school, bigger kids always beating up the little ones. And that is the way the cookie crumbled always, nowadays. Finally, my parents announced our departure for a far more better place. I was on my way to a place far more better and superior to Detroit, Michigan in every single way.
Pittsburgh. It was now 1968 and I was 13 now, or there abouts. My Dad had gotten a job now in the Penn Hills area, and despite our development being a more middle-class home, it was a gigantic leap up from the residence in Detroit. Michigan was atrocious. Saturday-morning wrestling was now Saturday-night wrestling, and here I realised the art of the territories. Bruno Sammartino ran the joint as World Champion here. I remember him not living far from our house, so I'd gather some friends and rush on by his house to try and spot him. Always no sign of him however, but at least he was a local. I was actually interesting in becoming an active performer too, and I decided to join the amateur wrestling team. After all, the announcers put that crap over all the time there. I later learned that AWA owner, Verne Gagne was big on high-school wrestling. I started in the 126-class category and was extremely average. My father got another job in Minneapolis, Minnesota by 1970. It was hard leaving Pittsburgh, but I knew that the Minnesota lifestyle would be extremely different. When I moved to Minneapolis, I resumed the high-school wrestling, which to no-suprise was a big thing to me. It became one of the only good things about school, too. I also gained a massive interest for motorcycles, even riding a minibike at aged 10, moving on up to motorcycles as a teen. It went on to the fact where I messed up a Kawasaki trying to jump onto a roof I think, but I hit the side of the garage instead.
The wrestling in Minneapolis was Verne Gagne's All-Star Wrestling Show made by his promotion, the American Wrestling Association. I remember AWA, the main guys down there were Nick Bockwinkel, Wahoo McDaniels, Larry Hennig, Baron Von Raschke and Ray Stevens. I originally met Verne when I had to promote my next amateur wrestling match, where our team was scheduled to wrestle a team from Sweden. I went into the studio and was given so air-time by Verne, and that was when I learnt about his amateur-wrestling past. So I went on air, promoted it, then went home, got ready for the match and got our asses handed to us. The hype was extremely fun, though. My amateur wrestling career came to an unfortunate end following my turn to becoming a senior. I blew my leg out during a match with a guy called Joe Boyer, after that my leg swelled up and yet I continued to try and compete following that match, but my leg wasn't the same.
I'm getting a little tired right now, so odds are, I'll probably continue going through my past in my next entry.
Sincerely,
Eric Bischoff.
I: Prologue
Little Eric Bischoff was created scientifically by sperm cells in the Fall or Winter of 1954 by his parents, Kenneth and Carol. He came out into the real world nine months later on May 27th 1955 when he was given birth to. And that little baby slowly grew to become one of the more evolutionary characters in the wrestling industry of the late 20th Century and 21st Century. This is where I will be focusing more around the late 90s, like late 1997. After all that is where I became most recognised in wrestling and in my opinion, the peak of WCW in its entire history.
My father had a terrible back problem where his spinal cord had not been able to fully develop. That was terrible, when I was five he had to have surgery because of extremely repetetive headaches. But he was a lot worse when he had the surgery. That made my mother go into overkill with the hard work. After dad's surgery, he had no able usage of his hands and limited usage of his arms, which made him as limited to doing things as much as us kids. My mother now had to cope with my father, me, my little brother and my sister. Not good for a family living in a rough neighborhood in Detroit, Michigan. I hated it, with a furious vengeance too. My mother is a tough woman, the toughest I have seen, and I have met Chyna too. She told me to always dream big. And if she never had spoken those words, I wouldn't of been as popular in the wrestling industry. I really appreciate her for it. I went to Dort Elementary School, where rap superstar Eminem went years later, and that was as rough as the whole Detroit city. The only thing that interested me there was Geography and work and research regarding foreign lands. I was intrigued with visiting places like there one day. And I did, but I'll tell you about that later on in the story.
I discovered professional wrestling when I was eight years old, this was back when wrestling was thought to be real and was a simple in-ring affair. My mother and father were always busy that day, Mom having to drive Dad to work then go to the grocery store to run some errands. So the house was ran by me and my brother, Mark. We'd watch cartoons, Dick Clark. And then after that, Big Time Wrestling on CKLW, Channel 9 to be specific. Those were the days of The Original Sheik, Killer Kowalski and Bobo Brazil, among many others. We'd practise performing the moves in our living room, too, whatever move we saw, we'd perform on one-another, those sessions were very enjoyable and fun. Of course, this was back when wrestling in the States were divided into different 'territories', each territory having a World Champion [for example, viewers in the Pacific area couldn't watch WWWF because WWWF was based in the Tri-State region. That was closed-circuit television]. Nobody was aware of other promotions' happenings unless they went on a trip, which of course would be useless. I also used to get involved in fights almost every day, which wasn't necessarily helping due to me being like a scrawny kid. But it was like the food chain at that school, bigger kids always beating up the little ones. And that is the way the cookie crumbled always, nowadays. Finally, my parents announced our departure for a far more better place. I was on my way to a place far more better and superior to Detroit, Michigan in every single way.
Pittsburgh. It was now 1968 and I was 13 now, or there abouts. My Dad had gotten a job now in the Penn Hills area, and despite our development being a more middle-class home, it was a gigantic leap up from the residence in Detroit. Michigan was atrocious. Saturday-morning wrestling was now Saturday-night wrestling, and here I realised the art of the territories. Bruno Sammartino ran the joint as World Champion here. I remember him not living far from our house, so I'd gather some friends and rush on by his house to try and spot him. Always no sign of him however, but at least he was a local. I was actually interesting in becoming an active performer too, and I decided to join the amateur wrestling team. After all, the announcers put that crap over all the time there. I later learned that AWA owner, Verne Gagne was big on high-school wrestling. I started in the 126-class category and was extremely average. My father got another job in Minneapolis, Minnesota by 1970. It was hard leaving Pittsburgh, but I knew that the Minnesota lifestyle would be extremely different. When I moved to Minneapolis, I resumed the high-school wrestling, which to no-suprise was a big thing to me. It became one of the only good things about school, too. I also gained a massive interest for motorcycles, even riding a minibike at aged 10, moving on up to motorcycles as a teen. It went on to the fact where I messed up a Kawasaki trying to jump onto a roof I think, but I hit the side of the garage instead.
The wrestling in Minneapolis was Verne Gagne's All-Star Wrestling Show made by his promotion, the American Wrestling Association. I remember AWA, the main guys down there were Nick Bockwinkel, Wahoo McDaniels, Larry Hennig, Baron Von Raschke and Ray Stevens. I originally met Verne when I had to promote my next amateur wrestling match, where our team was scheduled to wrestle a team from Sweden. I went into the studio and was given so air-time by Verne, and that was when I learnt about his amateur-wrestling past. So I went on air, promoted it, then went home, got ready for the match and got our asses handed to us. The hype was extremely fun, though. My amateur wrestling career came to an unfortunate end following my turn to becoming a senior. I blew my leg out during a match with a guy called Joe Boyer, after that my leg swelled up and yet I continued to try and compete following that match, but my leg wasn't the same.
I'm getting a little tired right now, so odds are, I'll probably continue going through my past in my next entry.
Sincerely,
Eric Bischoff.
