Superfly: The Jimmy Snuka Story

Superfly: The Jimmy Snuka Story

Jimmy Snuka

Language: English

Pages: 256

ISBN: 1600787584

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Focusing on the superstar who single-handedly influenced the development of sports entertainment, this autobiography highlights the legacy of World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) icon Jimmy Snuka. The wrestler’s legendary top-rope maneuvers, innovative high-flying style, and unprecedented aerial ability made him the most popular competitor in WWE. This fascinating account relates how a native of the Fiji Islands was at the center of two of wrestling’s most talked-about moments: the night Snuka leapt from the top of the 15-foot cage—only to miss his opponent and consequently lose the match—and the night Rowdy Roddy Piper smashed a coconut over Snuka’s head during a segment of Piper’s Pit in 1984. Exposing the amazing life of this WWE Hall of Fame member in detail, this record presents the ups and downs of a wrestler who grew to be a key figure in the expansion of the company and all professional wrestling.

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membership at this gym and gave it to me when he left for the navy. I loved to work out, and the gym’s owner did, too. This man, Rex Ravell, just so happened to have played Tarzan at one time, so you know I loved and idolized him right away. He was larger than life, brah. He just had this look about him. He was everything to me, brudda. He was my idol—a real-life Tarzan! I wanted to look just like him, and he taught me so much. He was a very nice, relaxed guy. Everybody in Hawaii is so nice and

He was one of the good ones. And, like I said, we were of the same mind when it came to wrestling. I miss him so much to this day. I did eventually leave Mid-Atlantic when Vince Kennedy McMahon Sr. asked me to wrestle for his Northeast promotion, World Wrestling Federation. I was ready to go to the next level. I was in my thirties, and I had paid my dues in the territories. It was time to take the biggest stage in the States. I knew the fans would love me. I knew I offered something that they

did. That’s what they came for—to watch me fly! I’m 68 years old as I write this, but all this pain has had nothing to do with getting older. Yes, maybe the years took their toll on my ankle, but never my ability. If my ankle was 100 percent, I know I’d be able to jump off the top rope for sure. If I hadn’t abused my ankle for all these years, I know I could have done any show from the top rope. Actually, the third rope would be too low—I know I could still get to the top of the cage. But I

and the timing seemed right, and to be honest, I missed it, brudda. So, I agreed to come back. I was excited. I changed up my look a little bit—putting on boots, for example. Sadly, it turned out to be the same deal again in the WWF, brah. I wasn’t being used right. The things Vinnie had promised me didn’t happen yet again. I was mad about that. I need to say this again: Vinnie was like a brother to me. I love him to this day. Like any brothers, though, there are things we fight about. I feel

didn’t say anything to her. Later that night, though, I told her I was not feeling right. The next day I still didn’t feel well, but I played bocce ball with Carole’s son Dennis anyway. I was not feeling myself at all—I felt a little light-headed and very out of sorts. Dennis got me some water, but I could barely stand. “He started vomiting massive amounts of blood, and he passed out. I called the ambulance. When the ambulance came, there was blood everywhere. They took him to the ICU, and the

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