By
Frank Dusek
Dynamite
Jack Evans was a prototypical New Yorker. He was a funny
little guy and a good hand in the ring. Although I never
understood exactly why, he had an unbelievable run once
in Puerto Rico. There was a shot period when he was a hot
as anyone has been on the island.
For
one of the big stadium shows in San Juan the promotion arranged
for Jack to arrive on the field via helicopter. The idea
was that Jack would appear from the door bathed in light
and go to the ring (ala Ric Flair).
At
the appointed time, bathed in spotlights the helicopter
landed on the field.
The
helicopter door opened and out popped Jack. He was dressed
in a beautiful sequined ring jacket that he had specially
made for this occasion.
According
to legend, Jack, looking a regal as he could, then stepped
forward to leave the helicopter, only to find that there
was no gang plank.
He
fell, face first, on to the grass!
Of
course the spell was broken and everyone in the place roared
with laughter. Jack got up, dusted himself off, and gave
a little bow to the people.
Kind
of reminds you of the SHOCKMASTER, hey?
