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THE ORIGIN OF THE SNAKE PIMP, CONCLUSION
– Dick Steinborn
May 27, 2008
It always seemed to center around the Americus, Georgia, arena. The boys had more respect for the other promoters and didn’t care
about a town that no one cared about.
I’ve had a few hobbies in my lifetime, and one of them was to use a stereo cassette player with a microphone, to record dressing
room activities as I presented myself as a commentator. I would convince the boys that it was good practice to answer the questions
leveled at them.
And so, as it was, I had my microphone in my hand while the tape recorder was running, and Big Klondike Bill’s voice was being put
on tape. Bill was sitting next to me in that same dressing room where a week earlier the dead rattlesnake had come over the top.
Jerry Oates found a two-foot long, 3/4 inch, round manila rope that was braided. The end of the rope was frayed like an old-timers
shaving brush.
As Klondike was speaking into the mic, Jerry showed up holding this two-foot long rope and pushed the frayed end of it toward Klondikeâ
€™s face and shouted out loud, “What do you think about this snake Klondike?"
With that, the 300-pound Klondike threw both arms backwards in a crucifix position. The force was so fast, spontaneous, and powerful
that his left elbow caught me under my chin, pushing me backwards about 2-inches to where the force of my back and Klondike’s
right arm hit the right hand side of the wall. It tore the wooden partition completely away from the wall and I fell on my back as well as
Klondike, exposing the whole dressing room to about 400 people who now had stood and watched in amazement. Needless to say, a
week later the snake episode ended.
I heard where Bob Armstrong grabbed Roberto Soto around his shirt collar and drove him backwards up against the wall of another
dressing room elsewhere, and told him to cut this crap out. As feisty as Soto was, he told one of the boys that the way Bob looked at him
with those crazy looking eyes, he agreed it was over.
– Dick Steinborn
May 27, 2008
It always seemed to center around the Americus, Georgia, arena. The boys had more respect for the other promoters and didn’t care
about a town that no one cared about.
I’ve had a few hobbies in my lifetime, and one of them was to use a stereo cassette player with a microphone, to record dressing
room activities as I presented myself as a commentator. I would convince the boys that it was good practice to answer the questions
leveled at them.
And so, as it was, I had my microphone in my hand while the tape recorder was running, and Big Klondike Bill’s voice was being put
on tape. Bill was sitting next to me in that same dressing room where a week earlier the dead rattlesnake had come over the top.
Jerry Oates found a two-foot long, 3/4 inch, round manila rope that was braided. The end of the rope was frayed like an old-timers
shaving brush.
As Klondike was speaking into the mic, Jerry showed up holding this two-foot long rope and pushed the frayed end of it toward Klondikeâ
€™s face and shouted out loud, “What do you think about this snake Klondike?"
With that, the 300-pound Klondike threw both arms backwards in a crucifix position. The force was so fast, spontaneous, and powerful
that his left elbow caught me under my chin, pushing me backwards about 2-inches to where the force of my back and Klondike’s
right arm hit the right hand side of the wall. It tore the wooden partition completely away from the wall and I fell on my back as well as
Klondike, exposing the whole dressing room to about 400 people who now had stood and watched in amazement. Needless to say, a
week later the snake episode ended.
I heard where Bob Armstrong grabbed Roberto Soto around his shirt collar and drove him backwards up against the wall of another
dressing room elsewhere, and told him to cut this crap out. As feisty as Soto was, he told one of the boys that the way Bob looked at him
with those crazy looking eyes, he agreed it was over.
