During one of the monthly Saturday cards at the Palama Settlement Gym, I was told that a new man would be working the show. As the night went on there was no sign of the guy. Finally, at the end of the evening, Lia sent word to the announcer, John Gray, and me, to stall while this guy got ready. John did some spots, for our sponsors, and talked about an upcoming event. Finally, word was sent down to start the match.

First out was Robert Toronto. Robert was born in Western Samoa, and was a Vietnam vet, like myself. As I checked his shoes, John announced his opponent. I didn’t catch the name, but out came this big Samoan, with an Afro. As he came to the ring, he was yelling something unintelligible. As I checked his boots, he pushed me away, and the match started. After about six minutes, he pinned Robert, and returned to the dressing room, with the crowd cheering.

Later, Lia introduced me to Samu Anoai. Sam was nineteen years old, and had just come from Japan, where he was making $1500 a month. One of the other guys told me the reason for the delay was that Sam was smoking a "number" in the dressing room, in preparation for his match. Samu was the son of Afa Anoai, one half of the WWF’s tag team champions, along with his brother, Sika (Samu’s uncle). Having been born in the United States, he claimed he didn’t know a word of Samoan, so he just yelled gibberish while coming into the ring.

Sam made many trips to Hawaii, in the next year. He usually worked singles, but would team up with his cousin, the Tonga Kid. One night at the Blaisdell, before the show, he asked me to take a picture of him and a beautiful young lady. When I asked him what to do with the photo, he gave me his address, in CT, and told me to send it to him there. Several months later, I asked him if he got the photo. He said, angrily, that his "wife" got the photo. At this point, I reminded him that he told me to send it to his home. Oh, well!!