All of this is the backdrop to “The Dynamite Kid’s” most successful run in wrestling. His team with his cousin Davey Boy Smith would soon make their way to the World Wrestling Federation, as “The British Bulldogs.” This tag team rates high on the scale of the other infamous pairings during the 80s. “Dynamite Kid” was making the best money of his career, but his reckless style was also taking a noticeable toll on his body. The abuse of steroids on his body was evident, but he still wrestled and always gave 110 percent. His body was meant to hold no more than 175 lbs, but the steroids bulked him up in the 220 lbs range.

Billington is not above shooting on the wrestlers he was not fond of; in fact, some of his statements are downright hurtful to those he directed them to. I will not spoil them here, as I think it is proper to read the context in which he makes his statements. He was after all a wrestler trained in the shoot style. I did not find Billington to be as bitter as some who have reviewed this book, rather I found him to be a straight shooter, who did not hold back. But the people he did like, he does not hesitate to lather on the praise, so he is equal opportunity.

On a scale of one to 10, I’d rate this book a solid eight. The back story was all new material for me, as I knew very little about “The Dynamite Kid” prior to his WWF run. The inside information is first rate. Most importantly, I give Billington credit for not laying blame for his personal problems on anyone but himself. Takes a big man to admit he was his own worst enemy.