I grew up in Charlotte in the 80s when the NWA was big and a lot of the wrestlers lived there because of Jim Crockett.
I lived about 4 or 5 houses down from the Barbarian for a long time. I'd see him outside a lot and he'd often have cookouts with a lot of the Russian dudes like Ivan koloff (koloff now lives in the same town I do in eastern NC, but I've never seen him around). My friends and I would go and watch them all play horseshoes in the Barbarian's backyard.
My friend lived near Arn Anderson, and I helped my friend cut his grass a few times.
One kid on my bus was the son of another semi-decent NWA wrestler, but I forget what his name was. The kid was a dick though.
Always wanted to see Ric Flair but never did. He opened a Golds Gym about 10 min from my house, but I don't know if he ever stopped in.
My best wrestling memory was when a group of us went to an event a few weeks before we all went off to college. One of my friends was real big into the scene (his claim to fame was getting one his letters published in one of the big wrestling magazines of the 80s, lol). The last match was a cage match and somehow he knew the name of the guy setting up the chain link cage. We went down while he was setting it up and asked if we could help take it down. Surprisingly, he agreed, so we stayed after the match and took down the cage and ring. But not before we spent a few minutes doing our own moves in the ring. My personal highlight was climbing the turnbuckle and doing a flying clothesline on one of my friends
. I was surprised to see how non-elastic the ropes were and that the ring was simply the mat stretched over top of loose wood boards.