To A Sixth Grade Wrestling Fan, No one Could Top the Great Bolo
by Vince Staten
Kingsport Times News (Kingsport, TN) April 8, 2007
There comes a time in every young man's life when he falls in love.
With wrestling.
My love affair with professional wrestling came in late grade school when I was too old to play cowboys and not old enough to be interested in girls.
I was reminded of this boyhood fascination when I drove past the Civic Auditorium this week and saw "Championship Wrestling" posted on the signboard. I went home and dug around till I found my old wrestling sheet.
Not only did I live and die with each week's matches that sixth-grade year, I came up with my own highly scientific rating system based strictly on whether I liked a wrestler or not.
The Great Bolo (Publicity Photo) |
I had rank ordered 40 wrestlers from Argentina Rocca, Billy "Tarzan" Darnell and Buddy Rogers to my favorite, The Great Bolo. (He was seventh; I was fair and balanced.)
We've had professional wrestling in Kingsport as long as we've been a town.
I've seen ads for wrestling matches in old newspapers from the 1920s. In the 1950 and 1960s Ron Wright and Whitey Caldwell ruled the ring at the Civic Auditorium.
I wasn't allowed to go - too dangerous, my mother said - so I fell in love with that other form of professional wrestling, studio wrestling.
The "studio" of studio wrestling was the television studio. And because the Kingsport cable system in the 1950s imported stations from Knoxville and Charlotte and Asheville, we had our choice of Saturday afternoon studio wrestling.
There was a filmed show called "Texas Rasslin' " that featured Gorgeous George, a bleach blond who preened as much as he wrestled. (It was my grandmother's favorite wrestling show.) I preferred "Championship Wrestling" from WBTV in Charlotte because it featured the greatest variety of wrestlers, from "scientific" types like George Scott to out and-out thugs like Buddy "Nature Boy" Rogers who had a standing offer of $1,000 for any fan who could break his Figure Grapevine Hold.
And no one ever did.
It was a different era for wrestling. Today wrestling prides itself on being "entertainment," but in those days it called itself a sport, and questioning whether wrestling was fake - a popular question, incidentally - was asking for a poke in the nose.
In my neighborhood, we always made sure our Saturday baseball games were over by 5 p.m. so we could all gather around Mr. Brickey's Philco to watch studio wrestling from Charlotte.
The announcers were just as famous as the wrestlers. Calling the action was Big Bill Ward, a debonair fellow with a mustache in a time when almost only debonair men had mustaches, and the commentator, who was also the promoter, Jim Crockett. He was the one who should have had "Big" in front of his name.
Each Saturday show had two matches, an individual match and a tag team contest. It was always good versus evil, which is blood-sport for a sixth-grade boy. Evil P.Y. Chung, he of the famous "Claw" hold, might take on good guy Sandy Scott, of the wavy blond hair.
I, of course, always rooted for Good. Except for one, The Great Bolo.
It started with the name. How could you not love a wrestler named Bolo?
And then there was the costume. The Great Bolo was the first masked wrestler I had ever seen. He wore a skin-tight mask that laced up the back. It had dark shading around the eyes and mouth that would have made it almost clown-like if Bolo hadn't been so ferocious.
He could be wrestling along, working his Sleeper Hold on an opponent, when he would hear a disparaging remark from Big Bill Ward, and he would leap the top rope, race over and challenge the announcer. Blows were never exchanged, but it was exciting anyway.
Even that wasn't the greatest appeal of The Great Bolo. No, what we all watched for and hoped for was a Bolo defeat. Anyone who defeated The Great Bolo would get to unmask him. Right in the ring.
And that's what we all really wanted to know: Who was The Great Bolo? Was he secretly a good guy like George Becker who flirted with the dark side? Was it Nature Boy Rogers moonlighting for extra cash? Hmm, you never saw them together.
There were weeks when The Great Bolo's opponent might get his mask halfway off. I seem to recall Mike Paidousis had it up over his chin once. But Mike was too concerned with the mask, and Bolo managed to grab him and do the Pile Driver.
The Great Bolo was never unmasked on "Championship Wrestling.”
I later heard that he had been defeated in Toronto or someplace like that and his real identity was revealed. Some kid had read about it in "Boxing News/ Wrestling Illustrated."
By then I didn't care. I had discovered girls.
Vince Staten's blog can be found at vincestaten.blogspot.com.