Bang Your Head: The Real Story of the Missing Link
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just dress up as The Link to go in the ring and then go back on the streets as myself again, it would ruin the effect. I had to be The Link /, very intimidating, not speaking or looking at anybody. One Sunday Butch Reed and I were leaving an afternoon match in Monroe, Louisiana, to go to another one about miles away. I was driving, still wearing the full Link costume: fur elbow and knee pads, fur boots, black shorts, and painted face, so I could go right into the ring when we got there.
WHO,WHERE AND WHAT IS THE MISSING LINK? With no manager to talk for him it is very difficult to find out anything about The Missing Link. He is the strangest looking thing that has ever been seen in professional sports. What makes it even more mystifying is the fact that he has a magnificent body to accompany the goon head. Could it be that he is some former great that has flipped out? No one seems to know. Then when they started teaming me up with Kamala, we became General Akbar’s two
infected.) Duggan bravely went ahead with the title match but he was too weak to put up much of a fight and Terry Gordy pinned him easily for the championship win. * * 152 * BangYourHead_FINAL 8/14/06 11:56 AM Page 153 Mr. universal At the beginning of , the UWF had still had a strong roster of faces: Hacksaw Jim Duggan; Steve “Dr. Death” Williams; Ted DiBiase; The Fantastics; Chris Adams; The Missing Link; Terry Taylor. And heels: One Man Gang; Eddie Gilbert; and Missy Hyatt’s Hot
lot on his plate just trying to build World Class back up to what it had been: booking, supervising the TV shows and making sure all the World Class wrestlers showed up for their matches meant he was working - hours a day. There may have been a lot of signals during this time that World Class/Wild West’s days were numbered, but they were lost on me. I figured that since Ken had built The Link up to such a height of popularity that the good times would go on forever for me and I never, ever
powerful drive to succeed at, and it came from being frustrated at our poverty and the loss of control I felt when my father was taken away from me. As I said earlier, my father died when I was still fairly young. It was in when I was living down in Shreveport, Louisiana, wrestling for Tri-State. After the divorce he remarried too, and had another child. He was pretty much out of my life and my thoughts until I went into recovery. I did see my father occasionally after the divorce, but my