The Hardcore Truth: The Bob Holly Story

The Hardcore Truth: The Bob Holly Story

Ross Williams

Language: English

Pages: 291

ISBN: 1770411097

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

“How do you like me now?” In the ring and behind the scenes with Hardcore Holly Long before he became “Hardcore Holly,” Robert Howard was a fighter. From humble beginnings — a boy dominated by his disciplinarian stepfather but fueled by an unquenchable passion for pro wrestling — Bob grew up struggling to make ends meet. As an adult with a family of his own to provide for, Bob fought in bars for money before finally following his dream of wrestling. From regional promotions all the way to the bright lights of the WWF, from false starts as Thurman “Sparky” Plugg and “Bombastic” Bob to fame as an internationally known superstar, The Hardcore Truth tells the story of Bob’s life including his 16 years working for Vince McMahon. In this rollercoaster tale of success and frustration, replete with missed opportunities, broken promises, and a broken neck — a story of fast bikes and faster cars, lost loves and wrestling bears, bar fights and betrayal — Bob shares his uncompromised views on the present wrestling landscape with fascinating insights into the world leader in sports entertainment.

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superstar would throw you around and beat you, you’d get paid, and you’d go home. I was trying to get my foot in the door anywhere I could though, so I said, “Sure, let’s get to Atlanta.” I hoped that, if I did okay in the ring, they might look at me seriously. The first time I was up there, I got put in a six-man tag team match, me and two other enhancement guys against Sid Vicious, Arn Anderson, and Tully Blanchard. I didn’t get a chance to show anything there — I was in the ring for about 40

car in the middle of the racing season of ’92, so it was time to get out there and see what it could do. On Thursday nights, the tracks had open practice, so we took my car down and thought we’d try it out. I was pretty nervous — I’d never been in a race car before (or, at least, not since I was six). Carl explained that I needed to get used to the feel of the car before I got it up to speed. So I made two laps and everything was going okay. I was doing about 40 mph and then, all of a sudden, the

a lasting impact. Honestly, to this day, I don’t even remember what he looks like. There were a handful of times when he did come to visit me at the apartment in Glendale, California. I don’t recall too much about those visits. He’d turn up, spend a while with me, and leave. He wouldn’t pay any child support and his visits became rarer as time went on. As I got older, he vanished from my life completely. The last time I saw him, I was 16. We’d moved to a different state and I hadn’t heard from

just my boxer shorts, holding my 9mm with a full clip, ready to unload if they came onto my property. After about 10 minutes, they cranked up their vehicles and pulled away really slowly. I was damned if I was going to let this one slide, since I figured they’d stolen my dirt bike and four-wheeler, so I ran back in and grabbed my truck keys, still barefoot and in boxers. There was a little gas station/convenience store at the end of my road where I thought they might stop to plan what to do next.

anybody drive that thing and there he was, letting a 17 year old borrow it to take his daughter out. That’s how much he trusted me. It was an unbelievable weekend, hanging out on the beach, driving around town in her dad’s Jeep, Bob Seger playing on the radio. That weekend made it even harder to see her go into the Air Force. She graduated from high school and that was it: time for her to leave. It broke my heart. She was stationed in Texas — and Texas is a whole world away when you’re a

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