Doug Wulf #3 Page 2
At this point, I would start ranting and raving that I was a
disabled Vietnam veteran, and that I would have been dead, if it
hadn’t been for elements of the Second of the Fifth Marines pulling
my sorry butt out of Hue, South Vietnam, during Tet of 1968.
Well, that took care of everything.
:o) They would
always let me in, after that. Always
play up to the Marine Corps pride.
I probably would have made it out of Hue, without the aid of
those Jarheads, but you never know, do you?
:o)
At the Palama, I helped
set up the ring and chairs, along with Ritchie and some of the other
boys. Before the doors
opened, we all went to the dressing room/training area, upstairs.
Lars would lay out the matches, and brief me on the first one.
He told me that usually the referee came back to the dressing
room, to get his instructions, after every match.
This was changed, at times, by having the boys give me Lars’
instructions, as they got in the ring, and I checked them for foreign
objects and checked their boots.
My biggest fear was to miss the ending, or call the match too
soon. The guys were
helpful, and coached me through everything.
I don’t remember much of that first time, but I do remember having a lot of fun. Lia was happy, and the crowd liked the show. After the crowd, camera crew and announcer left, we tore down the ring and put it away. Monday, or Tuesday, Lars would pick up the tape and we would take it down to edit it and do the voice over, with Lars and Ritchie calling the matches. After that, the tape would be delivered to KSHO Ch. 26, for our weekly show, right after World Class Championship Wrestling out of Dallas, TX