Here's a shot of me from `73, heading to the dressing room after my first match with Wahoo.

A few moments after I made it inside, I fell unconscious and (according to the boys who were in the room at the time) collapsed on the floor.  To this day, my only real recollection of passing out actually came when I was waking up.  I can remember seeing (and feeling) Ray Stevens as he pulled the two flaps of skin together so he could butterfly the wound.

Little did I know at the time that this was only the beginning -- by the time our program ended, Wahoo and I had bled buckets!  I honestly don't think we ever had a match against each other that didn't have color.  One thing about it, though, was that the fans knew if Graham vs. McDaniel was on the card, they were going to get their money's worth.