Pin Me, Pay Me!: Have Boots, Will Travel
Bobby Blaze Smedley
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Bobby Blaze Smedley's forthright autobiography, Pin Me, Pay Me, Have Boots Will Travel, is a powerful and insightful look at the inner workings of the world of professional wrestling, written in an introspective story-telling style that puts you in the ring with him.
Overcoming illness and adversity to rise to the heights of his chosen profession, Bobby takes you on the road and around the world as he realizes his lifelong dream, to be one of the rare individuals who earns his living as a professional wrestler.
lady There’s three important P’s in the wrestling business, pills, pot, and pussy. If you don’t have any pills or pot, and you don’t wish to share that pussy, you may want to bring a pizza with you, and this may also get you into a certain guy’s room. Every territory I worked in always had a person who could or would supply one of the three if not all three. “Pills, pills, and more pills,” is all I can say about most of the recent deaths in the wrestling business. There’s been far too many drug
where seeing weed was no big deal. Although I never was a big time smoker, I had tried pot before and had an idea of about how much twenty dollars would get you. Upon opening the paper we were shocked to see just how much weed we had received. I hadn’t tried that many different kinds of marijuana, but I knew enough that once I took a hit, I could tell it had a funny taste. I figured it probably wasn’t any good and we had been ripped off, and at that point I couldn’t have cared less. I wasn’t
Liger, well, they basically went out each night and blew the roof off the arenas. Every night, no matter what the combination was, whether it was a tag or a singles match, if these guys were involved, the place just exploded and the fans were in awe of their in-ring styles and their craftsmanship. Sure there were flashy moves, but the wrestling moves and combinations of high spots were and are rarely seen, even by today’s standards. Many fans, except maybe in Japan, had never seen anything like
that the stipulation was that the winner of the Landel vs Anthony match would get the title shot against Lawler, but since Buddy hadn’t actually won, due to his earlier attack that left Tony unable to wrestle, “I’m going in the back and grabbing the first wrestler I see. I’m bringing him out here for a title shot with Lawler, and you, Landel, can wrestle the winner of that match for your title shot!” Jerry Lawler & Bobby I was in the back kind of listening to what was taking place, and every
truly happy for me when I "won" the SMW Heavyweight Title. He was “old school” in the way he loved wrestling, and SMW brought that “old school wrestling” style that JT loved. I think that’s why we got along so well. He booked me on as many shows as I did him. When SMW ran the Sunday Bloody Sunday show in which the title changed hands from Lawler to me, I think JT was the first person outside of my brother that called and congratulated me. Titles didn’t mean much to me in the wrestling business.