I have to admit that the Big Bossman is one of my favorite wrestlers of all time, especially after he ditched his prison guard schtick in favor of becoming a villain from a Burt Reynolds movie. When he wasn't rambling about which type of taser is appropriate for crowd control purposes, he was tooling around in '70s-style police cruiser, dragging coffins from the back bumper and talking shit about peoples' dead daddies through the oversized megaphone welded to the roof.
How can you not love this guy?
-Ross
Before fancy graphics, coherent writing, and cultural sensitivity, the world was a badder place. Join us as we remember a time when having three frames of animation for your sprite was a luxury and the only requirement for rescuing the president from ninjas was being sufficiently bad.
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