Scotch Hall
All Star
experts taken from Hogans second bookIt was August of 1977. I'm gearing up for my very first match,with no idea how the whole thing's gonna go down. I truly didn't know if I was gonna get killed in that ring or what. For all I knew, someone else would try to break my leg the way Matsuda did in the beginning. I had no Idea what would happen, and nobody told me a thing.
The day before the big match, Pat Patterson stops by Matsuda's gym. "Hey, Terry," he says, "why don't you come down to the Sportatorium tomorrow and we'll ride down to Fort Myers together."
I didn't care one way or the the other about the fact that he was gay. I was just psyched that a big wrestler like that would reach out to me.
So I get into a car with Pat and Buddy the next day, and Pat says, "Hey, you know, this is a big night for you."
"Yes, sir, it is, Mr. Patterson."
"Well, this is your initiation night."
"Oh man, this is gonna be great, I can't wait!" I acted all pumped
"Well,you know what?" Pat says. "We got you in the car 'cause we've been chosen to initiate you tonight. "
I said, "what do you mean ?"
"Well," Pat says, "we've got about a hundred and fifty miles to go, and before you get to the arena you have to give one of us a blow job."
"You have to give one of us a blow job before you get to the building,,'cause that's your initiation before you wrestle,"he says.
I was completely taken aback. "Well, I can't do that, you know, I'm_I've never done nothing like that. I'm not gay. I can't do that!"
They both got real serious. "Well,you have to do it."
"I'm not gonna do it!"I was horrified. I was so upset. All this time I've done nothing but prepare for this night and they're telling me I have to do this thing that I can't possibly do or they won't let me wrestle my first match? It was seriously fukked up.
"I can't do this. This is fukked up,"I said. I just wanted to wrestle, and they took advantage of how seriouso and focused I was. They tortured me.
It was the longest car ride of my life. On top of worrying about the match, how I'd do, if I'd look like a fool in front of a stadium full of people, they put this fear into me that they wouldn't let me wrestle at all if I didn't do this horrible thing. As we got closer and closer to the stadium, I just refused, over and over. Finally we were pulling into the parking lot, and they still wouldn't let up.
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, no one told me that of course. After twenty minutes of this brutal battle, finally I hear ding-ding-ding-ding-ding. I'm exhausted. I'm all bruised up. Instead of basking in the moment. I'm only thinking about one thing: Now I've gotta go back in the dressing room and fight for my fukking life. 
he patted pat's peter "globglubvdbubub"
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thank you
@ the story and the internal war in Hogan's brain
