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I am again, putting this off until the last minute.
I’ve been thinking about this article, for a month now, trying
to come up with something more interesting than the history of my being
with Polynesian Pro Wrestling.
Last month I said I would
tell you how I became a referee.
It was very easy, really.
One day, in the office, Lia said, “Doug, here is a referee
shirt and NWA Pro Wrestling patch.
Sew it on the shirt, and start working the matches.”
So, like the time during the conflict in Vietnam, someone got
drafted.
I was looking forward to
working, because I had met most of the workers, as they visited the
wrestling office, during the week.
I had also gone around with Lars and Ritchie, as they showed me
the inside workings of pro wrestling, like shooting promo’s ,
editing the tapes for TV ,
talking with our sponsor’s ,
cutting commercials for some sponsor’s, etc.
I started taking the
posters, for our next show at the Palama Settlement Gym, around to the
various military installations on Oahu.
I also called the newspaper offices of each installation I went
to, about doing stories about pro wrestling in Hawaii, for their
weekly papers. Part of my
job was to try to get more military personnel, and their families to
our monthly shows.
I visited the Kaneohe
Naval Air Station, where Clint Terrell, one of our future trainee’s
was stationed, in the Marine Corps.
Then I would visit Schofield Barracks, home of the 25th
Infantry Division and Wheeler Air Force Base, in the center of Oahu.
Then back to Honolulu, and Ft. Shafter, Tripler Army Hospital,
Hickam Air Force Base, and Pearl Harbor.
There were a couple smaller bases too, but their names don’t
come to mind, right now.
My favorite was Pearl Harbor Naval Base. I had no problems getting through the gates, at the other installations, being ex-military. BUT, Pearl Harbor was HARD!! I would be stopped by, the Marine Corps MP’s as soon as I got to the gate. I had to go into the Military Police office, and explain my business. I could tell, by the way the Marine guards talked to me, that they didn’t want me to come on post. More... |
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