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Sabu. There are names and figures within the industry that elicit memories, and then there are

ones that conjure a feeling of something larger than the individual.

If you were a product of the 90s, odds are that Terry Sabu Brunk holds a formative place

in your fandom and requires little prodding to go into detail about what a force this man

was when his industry was in dire need of one.

He was not a wrestler that you can simply categorize under one genre or encapsulate with a

short description.

Seeing was believing when it came to the shadowy figure clinging to a bygone period where

mystique was a selling point and word of mouth with the greatest form of marketing, thus

creating demand until he would come to your town,

jumping off the pages of a magazine, and living up to the expectations you had created,

and hopefully wanting more.

It sounds like a simple formula, and if this were 1965, it probably would have worked to perfection.

Enter a new territory, wow them with your innovative ideas and style, and then work up to the

big blow off, and then it's

on to the next region of the country, all while creating breathtaking images that the magazines

devour and would spread of this larger-than-life figure. But Sabu wasn't competing for headlines

in the 60s. He was entering an industry that was contracting in the 80s in a country with a bleak

wrestling economy in the early 90s where

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