I thought Stone Cold might get me killed!!!!
Aug 15, 2014 17:37:58 GMT -5
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Post by mrbiggs on Aug 15, 2014 17:37:58 GMT -5
I just thought I'd share a somewhat funny story...
The year was 1998 and I was 22 years old and in the height of my Stone Cold fan frenzy. I was a young guy who liked Steve Austin so much that I had started shaving my head and working out religiously so I could try and look like the Texas Rattlesnake. I was 6'2" and weighed 250 lbs and thought I was looking good. lol
I was at Myrtle Beach with my then girlfriend and some of her family taking a little celebratory vacation as both she and her cousin had just graduated college.
We had been partying pretty hard the time we had been there and everyone decided that they wanted to go out and have a huge seafood dinner. I was feeling pretty bad from too much to drink the night before, so I decided to stay behind and just walk up the boardwalk to take in some sights (namely bikini clad women).
The beach was really crowded as we had come down during what we later found out was "Black Biker Week" (what the locals called it) which was a yearly event they had down there. There were some gorgeous bikes flying around up and down the streets and everywhere else a bike could be parked. It was a big change from the normal Biker Week I had been to a few times during a yearly visit to Orlando which included a stop in Daytona.
Anyway, I was walking up the boardwalk with my "100% PURE WHOOP-ASS" Austin shirt on and some jean shorts. I tried to tell you I was in my Stone Cold phase. lol
As I was walking, I passed by two African American ladies wearing nurses' uniforms walking down the street toward me. I nodded my head in recognition and said hello. they both looked at me with nothing but disgust on their faces.
Wondering what had brought that on, I turned around and looked at them. They were staring back and one said something to the other. I couldn't make it out, so I took a step closer and said, "Excuse me?", not knowing if they were talking to me... or about me!
One lady took a step toward me and said, "What the hell does THAT shirt mean?" I explained that it was a pro wrestling shirt with my favorite wrestler, Stone Cold Steve Austin, on it. They both looked at me like they had no idea what I was talking about and the other said, "Yeah, well what the hell does THAT mean?" I looked at her and started to ask what was so bad about my shirt, but before I could get the words out, two HUGE guys walked up beside them. I guessed they were their boyfriends or husbands and were meeting them after work to go out or something. I looked at them and asked if something was wrong. One pointed at my shirt and asked the same thing the lady had just asked... "What the HELL does THAT mean?!"
I still didn't get it. Had they never heard of Stone Cold before? How could anyone during that time period not know who Stone Cold Steve Austin was?!
Confused, I looked down at my shirt and quickly saw what was probably going to get my ass kicked!
While I was walking, I guess I had put my hands in my pockets or something and had tucked the bottom of my shirt up under the rest, cutting off the bottom of the Stone Cold graphic on the front. I looked down and was so embarrassed by what I saw.
There on my t-shirt was a huge picture of Steve Austin's head (being an angry, bald, blue eyed man) with "100% PURE" written in red on his forehead! Me, a bald, skinhead looking guy myself with THAT on my shirt!! Needless to say I was scared to death of these two gigantic black guys who now thought I was some sort of racist Neo-Nazi jackass!
I quickly straightened my shirt out so they could see the "WHOOP-ASS!" finish to the shirt's message and both of the guys started laughing their heads off. They had heard the tagline before and had seen Austin on tv, but didn't really recognize what was going on. I guess they were so pissed their vision was a little blurred by pure anger! lol
Needless to say, I got out of one helluva situation. I apologized for the misunderstanding and offered to buy them each a drink at a little bar across the street. We all ended up hanging out most of the night and even got together again and had dinner before we left. I made some good friends on that trip where Stone Cold Steve Austin almost got my ass kicked!
Thought I'd share the story... Anyone else out there almost get killed for their love of wrestling?
The year was 1998 and I was 22 years old and in the height of my Stone Cold fan frenzy. I was a young guy who liked Steve Austin so much that I had started shaving my head and working out religiously so I could try and look like the Texas Rattlesnake. I was 6'2" and weighed 250 lbs and thought I was looking good. lol
I was at Myrtle Beach with my then girlfriend and some of her family taking a little celebratory vacation as both she and her cousin had just graduated college.
We had been partying pretty hard the time we had been there and everyone decided that they wanted to go out and have a huge seafood dinner. I was feeling pretty bad from too much to drink the night before, so I decided to stay behind and just walk up the boardwalk to take in some sights (namely bikini clad women).
The beach was really crowded as we had come down during what we later found out was "Black Biker Week" (what the locals called it) which was a yearly event they had down there. There were some gorgeous bikes flying around up and down the streets and everywhere else a bike could be parked. It was a big change from the normal Biker Week I had been to a few times during a yearly visit to Orlando which included a stop in Daytona.
Anyway, I was walking up the boardwalk with my "100% PURE WHOOP-ASS" Austin shirt on and some jean shorts. I tried to tell you I was in my Stone Cold phase. lol
As I was walking, I passed by two African American ladies wearing nurses' uniforms walking down the street toward me. I nodded my head in recognition and said hello. they both looked at me with nothing but disgust on their faces.
Wondering what had brought that on, I turned around and looked at them. They were staring back and one said something to the other. I couldn't make it out, so I took a step closer and said, "Excuse me?", not knowing if they were talking to me... or about me!
One lady took a step toward me and said, "What the hell does THAT shirt mean?" I explained that it was a pro wrestling shirt with my favorite wrestler, Stone Cold Steve Austin, on it. They both looked at me like they had no idea what I was talking about and the other said, "Yeah, well what the hell does THAT mean?" I looked at her and started to ask what was so bad about my shirt, but before I could get the words out, two HUGE guys walked up beside them. I guessed they were their boyfriends or husbands and were meeting them after work to go out or something. I looked at them and asked if something was wrong. One pointed at my shirt and asked the same thing the lady had just asked... "What the HELL does THAT mean?!"
I still didn't get it. Had they never heard of Stone Cold before? How could anyone during that time period not know who Stone Cold Steve Austin was?!
Confused, I looked down at my shirt and quickly saw what was probably going to get my ass kicked!
While I was walking, I guess I had put my hands in my pockets or something and had tucked the bottom of my shirt up under the rest, cutting off the bottom of the Stone Cold graphic on the front. I looked down and was so embarrassed by what I saw.
There on my t-shirt was a huge picture of Steve Austin's head (being an angry, bald, blue eyed man) with "100% PURE" written in red on his forehead! Me, a bald, skinhead looking guy myself with THAT on my shirt!! Needless to say I was scared to death of these two gigantic black guys who now thought I was some sort of racist Neo-Nazi jackass!
I quickly straightened my shirt out so they could see the "WHOOP-ASS!" finish to the shirt's message and both of the guys started laughing their heads off. They had heard the tagline before and had seen Austin on tv, but didn't really recognize what was going on. I guess they were so pissed their vision was a little blurred by pure anger! lol
Needless to say, I got out of one helluva situation. I apologized for the misunderstanding and offered to buy them each a drink at a little bar across the street. We all ended up hanging out most of the night and even got together again and had dinner before we left. I made some good friends on that trip where Stone Cold Steve Austin almost got my ass kicked!
Thought I'd share the story... Anyone else out there almost get killed for their love of wrestling?