You can call him Mankind, or Dude Love, how about Cactus Jack? But if you’re a friend it’s Mick Foley.
You can boo
or cheer him and even though you know his sport is fake, the blood he spilt is real along with the many of his own bones he broke making it look good.
As a pro wrestler Foley has now retired from the squared circle. His story of growing up and wanting his imposible dream of being a star of the mat is one that gives his fans, as well as those just curious to why someone would decide this as unusual career path, a healthy taste of what life is in what’s cleverly called “
sports marketing”. Back stage and on-stage, his stories will make you laugh, some will disgust you.
God fun reading, it won’t hurt you to give it a try!