The next Monday, this person comes up to the office.  His name was Hoagie Young.  He owned his own gym, had  done some photo work for Pepsi, and Danskin, as Tarzan.  Hoagie wanted to be a wrestler.  We got him to sign a training contract, and Ritchie was assigned to train him, with Lars helping out, in the evenings.  The training would take place, at the Palama Settlement Gym.  Upstairs was a practice area, with some ropes, a mat, and a heavy bag, for practicing dropkicks.  The other workers used this area to hone their skills, too.     

A couple months later, after training six days a week, Lars decided that Hoagie was ready to start working matches.    We billed him as “The Master of Disaster, Hoagie Young”.  Hoagie seemed like a natural, and had a love of the sport.  Ritchie and Lars had done well, in his training.  As time went on, he improved even more.   

One night, he showed up for his match, with his fiancée`.  She came out with him, as his valet.  Lars was quite upset, as was Lia.  Hoagie, in his enthusiasm, had failed to clear this with the office.  After a long discussion, and a royal butt chewing, it was decided that he could keep the valet.  The crowd enjoyed it, and Hoagie always got a good pop from it.   

When we played the Neil Blaisdell Center, in Honolulu, a Samoan owned company provided the security.  I noticed, during the matches that the guards would sit down and watch the show, instead of looking out for potential problems.  One night, as Hoagie was walking back to the dressing room, with his valet, a fan jumped up and hit him with a steel chair.  The leg punctured his bicep.  The guards finally realized something was wrong, and got there, a little late, to take care of the situation.      

The next Monday, I told Lia we had to get rid of the security company, and get someone else.  I had called other companies, and the Honolulu Police Department, and gotten quotes on the cost of providing security for our matches.  Lia informed me that she, and her late husband, Peter, owed the owner of the Samoan security company.  The arrangement was that they would be the only ones providing security at the Blaisdell.  I told Lia that the guards needed to pay more attention to what was going on around them, than on the matches.  If this did not happen, we would have workers refusing to work for us, because of concern for personal safety.  Lia did not seem concerned, and told me not to worry about it.  More...