When I was just a little kid probably 5 or so, the first time I ever watched wrestling was when I was over my uncle Alan's house and I asked him if it was real and he said yes. I was very skeptical, you mean to tell me these larger than life behemoths were really beating each other half to death? So I looked into it and I went to a local Hollywood videos and bought my first WWE dvd. From that point forward I was absolutely hooked. It was real to me, it was cool to me, it was just perfect. I started studying older wrestlers and I came across a guy named Rowdy Roddy Piper. There was something different about him. Guys like Hogan, Sting, The Rock, Stone Cold and Andre the Giant were all these huge gigantic men. Then there was Piper, he was kinda small, wasn't jacked, kinda looked like a dude you could meet at the bar. But he wasn't, he was better than all of them cuz what he lacked in size he made up for with his charisma and with his attitude. He had these wild eyes, he was a mad man and...