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Bruiser Brody was a hero of mine when I was growing up. I loved
wrestling and he was my favorite. He and Abdullah the Butcher were the
only wrestlers that legitimately scared me. He was the real thing.
During lunch break in Jr. High a teacher let me set up a TV and
VCR in his classroom and charge a quarter for students to come in and
watch wrestling matches from my collection. Bruiser Brody was by far
everybody's favorite and his matches with Abdullah had everyone
believing wrestling was quite possibly "real." Even the girls who
chimed in from the doorway, "Wrestling is fake!" Shut their mouths when
they got a glimpse of a Bruiser Brody match.
In 2000 I was working in the film/video industry. I was
steadily growing tired of working on industrial videos, training
videos, commercials, all these really boring projects. The juicy ones
like music videos and short and feature films were few and far between.
The fact of the matter is that I was tired of working on other people's
projects, other people's dreams. I decided that I wanted to do
something of my own. I wanted to shoot a documentary. I just needed a
subject.
I watched RAW and Nitro when I happened to catch them, I watched as
much ECW as I could get my hands on. But, I just really wasn't into
wrestling in a hardcore way at the time. I was helping my mom clean out
her attic one day and stumbled across my huge box of wrestling
magazines. It happened in Hollywood fashion, the first magazine I
pulled out was Wrestling Ringside #20. Paul Orndorff had Big John Studd
down on the mat in a hammerlock. I flipped the magazine over and there
was one of my favorite wrestling photographs of all time. Staring up at
me was the proverbial crimson mask of Bruiser Brody. The light from
above shone down on me, the angels sang. My documentary would be on the
life and death of my childhood hero, Bruiser Brody.
I had $8,000 in my savings account and was foolish enough to
think that could get me somewhere. I talked with a fellow filmmaker and
friend, Tim Roper, and he agreed to help me out. He had no interest in
wrestling, his mom had been Haystack Calhoun's waitress once, but he
saw merit in the project.
Many wrestlers have their own website and I emailed a bunch of them. A week later on the same day, two people emailed me back:
Hey Emerson
a worthy project to say the least our phone number is 1-xxx-xxx-xxxx call me anytime starting on monday
afternoons are usually best
take care
Marti Funk (mrs dory funk)
HELLO EMERSON
THIS IS JIMMY SNUKA.
JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW I WOULD LOVE TO HELP YOU OUT WITH THIS BRUISER
BRODY PROJECT OF YOURS. LET
ME KNOW HOW YOU WOULD LIKE TO ARRANGE THIS INTERVIEW. OVER THE PHONE,
VIA EMAIL, OR IN PERSON. AND WHAT THE COST WOULD BE, THINGS LIKE THAT.
ANYTHING TO HELP YOU OUT BROTHER, OKAY?
HOPE TO HEAR FROM YOU SOON.
YOU MAY EMAIL ME AT THIS EMAIL ADDRESS FROM NOW ON.
TAKE CARE AND HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY.
JIMMY
I was ecstatic. I showed my brother and my dad, who used to take us to
WWF shows in Oakland and at the Cow Palace in San Francisco. They were
excited too.
Jimmy Snuka ended up wanting $750 for a videotaped interview.
He conducted his business, at the time, through his daughter. I
couldn't afford that.
Dory Funk was willing to talk to me.
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