Dynamite Kid: We had some of the best matches of my career. In the early eighties, we were setting up for a match and TV Interviews, myself & Duke Myers against Dynamite & Davey Boy & in Red Deer, Alberta. Dynamite came up with a plan to do the TV interviews outside, while him and Davey were doing the interview, he wanted me to run him over with my car, I burst out laughing and told him he was crazy, they were already on the verge of throwing me out of the country as it was. I thought he lost his mind.

Hogan and I had a match in Pensacola, Florida in early 1990. For the first part of the match I was kicking his ass, then he started to make a come back when a fan threw him a Hulk Hogan mask. He put the mask on me while I was down, he made his comeback beating himself up while I laughed my head off under the mask. After the match, in the locker room I told him the mask had longer hair than him and we both had a good laugh. I had many fun times with him which I will go into in my upcoming book.

Macho Man, Randy Savage: The few times I worked with him, I found him to be a Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde. You just never knew which one he would be on any given night. We were at Madison Square Gardens NY for a WWF title match between him & myself. We had the match all set up and ready to go when Vince McMahon summoned Randy. About a half hour later I went looking him just to make sure there were no changes but he was no where to be found. I went to the ring first and grabbed the microphone, I was suppose to make disparaging remarks about Miss Elizabeth. Before I got two words out of my mouth I was attacked from behind with such force I thought it was one of the fans, when I turned to defend myself I saw it was Randy so I started to sell. He threw in the corner, I sold it, then he kicked me in the head as hard as he could. I asked him what the hell he was doing and his reply was "this is to wake you up" that was a big mistake on his part (I know Vince McMahon put him up to it) the fight was on, at one point I got so mad I threw him over the fence (at that time if you touched the fence you were fined $1,000) I was too mad to give a shit. After the match, on my way back to the locker room, Vince called me over, I figured he was gonna fine me for throwing Randy over the fence, he had a satisfied cheshire cat grin on his face, he told me it was the best main event ever at Madison Square Gardens. I thanked him and walked away thinking to myself that he had to be the biggest asshole I'd ever met. When I got to the locker room I looked for Randy, I wanted to kick his ass but he was no where to be found. He doesn't know how lucky he was.

Davey Boy Smith: We were in Regina Saskatchewan, when I had an argument on the telephone with promoter Stu Hart. He blamed me for Stampede Wrestling's suspension of their license (for a previous match I had in Calgary with Archie the Stomper Gouldie) I got mad and told him that I quit. That night I was working against Davey Boy Smith, Davey and the referee Wayne Hart came to me and asked what 'the finish' was, I told them Davey was going over and would win the belt. Davey thought I was ribbing him. Later in the match I told Davey to give me his big 'finish' and pin me, he still thought I was ribbing him but he did it expecting me to kick out, as the referee counted I held Davey on top of me for the 3 count. The fans went wild, they couldn't believe he beat me, neither could he. He came to the locker room stunned. A week later Stu and I straightened out our differences and I was working again. I had to work in Red Deer against Bret Hart, Ross Hart asked me if I had the belt as it was to be a championship match, I told him I didn't have the belt and I wasn't the champion anymore. He asked what happened and I told him Davey beat me for the belt in Regina and that he was the new Champ. Ross & Bret were pissed, they asked Davey where the belt was and Davey's reply "Belt what belt". At the next TV taping Bret challenged Davey saying that he didn't care that Davey was his brother-in-law the belt belonged to him. Bret - what a mark, then and now.

Classy Freddie Blassie: Loved to suntan. We were in Japan for New Japan Pro-wrestling, traveling on the bus from Tokyo to another town. Stuck in traffic, Freddie became irate (he always sat across from me on the bus) he wanted to get to the hotel to suntan on the roof. He was swearing non stop. I told him to calm down it was cloudy and he couldn't suntan anyway, he started yelling at me "You big dummy you don't know anything, I should have that color instead of you". He told me to put my hand out the window, I laughed and asked him "For what?" he said "Just put you hand out the window so you can feel the rays." I put my hand out the window and told him I didn't feel anything. He really went off on me, he called me every name under the sun, screaming that I should be ashamed of myself and I didn't deserve to have this color. He said "I know you make fun of me when I'm on the roof with my arms up and my palms facing the sky, looking like a puppy laying on his back" I laughed and told him "I would never think that General". He was mad at me the rest of the day. I loved being around him, he was quite the character.

Andre The Giant: Mexico City, a month before Andre passed away was the last time I saw or worked with him. We were on opposing sides in a six man tag. My partners in the match were Bam Bam Bigelow and Yokezuna, Andre was with two Mexican guys. Andre had been sick all day with diarrhea. During our match I was in the ring with him, he threw me in the corner and gave me his big ass bump, at that very moment he shit himself and it went all over my chest. I fell out of the ring puking my guts out and wishing I was somewhere, anywhere else. I looked up at my two partners and they were laughing their heads off. I left and went back to the locker room to clean myself up. I did not return to finish the match. When they finished the match and came into the locker room they were all hysterical.

Jake The Snake: Some of the most fun I had during my WWF period was working with Jake. Every third or fourth night Joey Morello would referee our match. Joey had a real weak stomach so it was easy to make him loose his lunch, something Jake and I loved to do. I would chop Jake in the throat, he'd fall and when he'd get up he'd have white slobber all over his mouth, when Joey saw that he would start heaving. He'd come back to the locker room mad as hell at us and we always made like we didn't have a clue as to what he was talking about. Whenever he referred our match we would try to make him sick, he would always ask us to promise not to do anything, but we'd do it anyway. One of my favorites was to tie Jake up in the ropes, pick my nose and pretend to wipe it over Jake's face, Joey would heave. Jake was a great worker and I had a lot of fun working with him, he made my time with the WWF bearable.