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>“This wasn’t the first experience I had with the world of Bradshaw. Let me explain. The site was once again Copps Coliseum, and I was showering after having just worked Glenn Kulka in the opening match. I had yet to make my TV debut, but by now enough of the guys knew me, so I felt fairly comfortable. That is, until the light shining into the shower was suddenly blocked out. I looked over to see Bradshaw standing there in his full cowboy wrestling garb. In any other situation, a six-seven, three-hundred-pound man in chaps and a cowboy hat standing in the shower might be strange, but in this industry it’s really not. So I went back to soaping myself up until I felt a large, calloused hand placed on my tush. I knew both of my hands were in front of me, and I had a sinking suspicion I knew what crazy Texan was lathering my ass (let me stress there was no insertion and no disappearing knuckles, if ya know what I mean). I turned to see Bradshaw’s evil, ten-gallon-hat-topped grin, looked at Glenn (who was showering and avoiding eye contact nearby) , and said, “He’s actually soaping my ass!” At that point everyone listening outside the shower fell out laughing and ol’ Adam was the butt end of another rib. Ahh, to be the new kid.”
I guess we know what the R stands for in "Rated R Superstar"
