He wasn’t Abyss yet; that character was still a twinkle in Dutch Mantell’s eye. He was Prince Justice or maybe just Justice by then. Regardless, he was the main event heel in the Mountain Wrestling Association in Georgetown, KY. I was the ring announcer; Roger Ruffen, Sin D, and I would drive down every Sunday afternoon after Roger held a training session at BoneKrushers National Pro Wrestling Training Center in Cincinnati and we looked for new ways to entertain the weekly crowds there.
One night Roger Ruffen called Justice a “cow head.” It stuck and the people chanted it for weeks. I’m not sure why I had occasion to call him that myself, though there were definitely times when the ring announcer would insult the heels or align with the babyfaces. I might have just told the crowd NOT TO call him a “cow head” knowing that reverse psychology was about as easy as walking to the ring.
Whatever the reason was, I did in fact call the 6’8, 350+ pounder a “cow head.” It’s amazing how fast he could run.
Because he chased me around the ring about a dozen times.
And I was running for my life.
See, while Abyss might be one of the nicest, sweetest human beings on earth, when his adrenaline is pumping and he’s in the zone, he’s a frightening man. He’s huge. He’s strong as an ox. And I found out that Sunday night that he’s deceptively fast.
Luckily, I escaped without harm much to the fans — and my own — delight. But I was out of breath and I don’t think I ever did it again.
Of course he eventually caught up to me . . . ten or more years after the fact when he choke slammed me into a pile of thumbtacks. But that’s a different story for a different day.