One night, prior to refereeing one of Bulldog Brower's matches, in the dressing room, Bulldog mentioned to the booker, Len Hughes, "We should cut the referee, just to be different tonight." Of course, I told him, "Hey, not me. I don't want to wind up with scars all over my forehead." So they dropped the matter altogether and didn't say any more.
During the match, they were battling in the corner and I got in to break them up. Bulldog hit me with a good right hand in the forehead and down I went. It was enough to stun me. Before I could get up off the mat, I see blood on the mat. "Where the heck is that coming from?" I put my hand up to my forehead and brought it away and it was covered with blood. He did it so easy, though, that I never felt a thing.
Afterwards, he just laughed at me and said, "I didn't hurt you, right?" I said, "No, you didn't hurt me, but you sure cut me. I'll be marked for life now." I used to see these guys go around with all these scars on their forehead and I didn't like it. I had a regular job and didn't want to be marked up too much.
Brower again. Another time, when we were at Annapolis Valley at the Brewerick Arena, Brower beat his opponent, badly cutting him. After the final match, three of the local yokels, feeling good probably from all the local apple juice they make right there in the valley, they came to the dressing room door and tried to walk in. Len was there and stopped them. He said, "You can't go in there." They said, "We want to see that Brower. He's not so tough. It's all fake. He cut the other guy. It's not blood." All that stuff. Len stood there and tried to talk some sense into them.
All of a sudden, Brower springs through the door and grabs all three of them. He really launched right into them like a big bulldozer. He put the three of them down within a few seconds. He had them all laid out. They got up and left as quickly as they could. Len said, "You shouldn't have done that." Brower says, "They're just all-talk wise guys." They filed a complaint and sued Brower, so Len had to get one of the best criminal lawyers in Halifax to fight the case. He got Brower off. I don't know whether he paid he guys off, but it didn't go to court. Len had to pick up all the expenses for that.
There was another night when Brower went into a restaurant. He was waiting too long for the waitress to come to the table to take his order. He put on the act, of course. When she came over, he said, "The hell with this! You took too long." He pulled the table cloth off on the floor and all the dishes and everything went smashing on the floor. He just walked out. Of course, they realized he was a wrestler, so they got ahold of Len Hughes. Len had to pick up the tab for that, too.
