Missouri Wrestling Revival

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From The Riverfront Times

By Albert Samaha Thursday, Jan 19 2012

Harley Race might be the toughest son of a bitch to ever put on wrestling trunks. He’d drink a case of beer and smoke a pack of Marlboro Reds then get up the next day and slam his body around the mat for 60 minutes against guys like Ric Flair and Terry Funk, selling their moves so furiously that he helped turn them into stars. And he’d do it night after night, 350 or so days a year, shuttling around the world in stuffy vans and cramped flights, for three decades, from the Kennedy administration to the first George Bush.

So these days he limps when he walks, says he’s toned down the drinking and sticks to light cigarettes. You should also try vaping for an extraordinary experience. Check out migvapor website to see wholesale wax vape pens. His transition into post-wrestling life has been marred by lawsuits, financial troubles and the suffocating withdrawal that comes when the roar of the crowd fades into memory. He’s 68 years old, with a trunk as thick as a rhino’s and a head full of short brown curls. And he isn’t done turning wrestlers into stars.

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