>this fat fuck was considered a "badass"
>Made white trash boomers little pussies wet
Ill never understand boomers and garbage ass old wrestling

>>17974155 (OP)
I wonder what CM Punk liked so much about him

>>17974158
One of the few oldtimers that didn't treat him like a bitch.

>>17974155 (OP)
Spit on it!

>>17974155 (OP)
Harley Race was tough. Back then, men feared him and women wanted him because he was tough. When some townie faggot caught wind that a fake wrestler was in the bar and wanted to prove his himself, they found out just how tough he was. Even as a hated heel who just came into town and beat their top guy, Harley knew how to get away from an unruly crowd:
>Grab closest guy
>Pop his eyeball out and let it hang on his cheek (a doctor can put it back in)
>Put this guy in a hammerlock in front of you
>With hammerlock secured, walk with this person in front of you
>Go to the nearest fire exit and do not let him go until you cross the threshold
It's brilliant. Instead of having to shoot or slash or bash your way out, just discourage someone from trying you.

>>17974193
Yeah and Haku fought off 50 policemen at once.

>>17974193
You're so gay, mark. Samoans are so gay too.

>>17974155 (OP)
>“At the bathhouse, Harley never gave us his real name,” recalls Joe F., who played with Race regularly at a St. Louis establishment called Decadence. “We sort of knew he was a big time pro wrestler, but that never came up in conversation: we just knew him as ‘Friction.’” Race’s nickname owed to his preference, well known around the club, for forgoing lubricant when engaging in anal play: “Spit only,” he’d growl to new men who lined up behind him. No stranger to pain in the wrestling ring, friends say Race liked the rough intensity of the act, even if scrapes, burns, and even bleeding would sometime occur after an extended session. He was a fixture around the club on nights when wrestling was in town, and patrons remember him as a man who didn’t speak much, but was always willing to test his physical limits with the right partner.

— from Mark Smith’s new book Wet Nights: The Untold Story of America’s Gay Bathhouses (2025), p. 83.

>>17974227
so that why Semen Spunk loves Ol' Harley Race

>>17974227
Is this real? I've never heard Cornette mention this when talking about him

>>17974249
>>17974279
>Over time, “Friction” became something of a legend at Decadence. His presence lent the club a strange kind of celebrity allure—though few ever connected the quiet, stocky man in the dim back rooms with the flamboyant figure throwing bodies around in the ring on TV. “He was respectful, intense, and totally committed to whatever was put in him,” recalls another regular, known only as Jim C. “If you went with Friction, you had to be ready—he didn’t mess around, and he didn’t slow down.”

>Despite the roughness of his preferences, Race’s partners almost universally describe him as conscientious—a man who understood the line between consensual brutality and actual harm. “He checked in, always,” says Dutch. “He had this way of locking eyes with you mid-act, like, ‘You good?’ It was silent, but you got it. That was his way.”

--Off the mats and out of the dark, he was rarely seen. “He came and went like a ghost,” Joe F. says. “I don’t think anyone saw him arrive or leave—he’d just appear. Towel slung low, drink in hand, already scouting.”

>>17974155 (OP)
Happy pride month, friction.

WHAT'S FRICTION DOING IN THE RAW ZONE?

>>17974155 (OP)
serious question for you old fuckers, how is this fat piece of shit considered badass and was booked as a maineventer?

he isn't massive and looks like a plumber with that hair. No wonder Vince conquered the wrestling scene with ease.

>>17974571
>Growing up in a conservative family, Race wasn’t known to have the most progressive values, especially with things like race relations. “Yeah, it’s true, when it comes to your friends, your neighbors, who you went to church with, Harley pretty much believed that people should stick to their own kind,” recalls Bobby K, another popular figure of the St. Louis scene. “But at the club, it was a different story. When you were lined up behind Friction, it didn’t matter what race, creed, color, or nationality you were — as long as you could give him that burn, he didn’t care what you looked like.