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From the driver's seat of his 2009 Jeep Wrangler, simply before the plow off Florida State Road 694 into the Seminole Mall, Randy "Manlike Man" Savage stared through the windshield at the sun-washed commercial strip and sensed that something bad was about to occur.

"I think I'm going to laissez passer out," he muttered to his wife, Lynn, in the characteristic rasp wrestling fans knew from his promos, building up matches with Blob Hogan, "Nature Boy" Ric Flair and Ricky "The Dragon" Steamboat.

Earlier that morn, the 2-time World Wrestling Federation (currently World Wrestling Entertainment, or WWE) champion had mentioned that he wasn't feeling well. To his wife, this was nothing new. Randy seemed older than his 58 years; his trunk ached constantly, from decades of crashing into the mat while delivering his finisher, the flying elbow, from the top rope, among other physical stresses. Perhaps, Lynn suggested, he only needed to swallow. So the ii went to a Perkins Family unit Restaurant, where Randy ordered his usual, an egg white vegetable omelet. Still, Lynn wasn't convinced that he was better.

"Why don't I drive?" she offered.

Randy shook his head. After decades of piloting a colorful but controversial career, and a lifestyle that shielded him from suspicious sycophants and unwanted intrusions, he didn't give up the bicycle. And so, they returned to their previous positions in the jeep. At around 9:25 a.yard., they were only westward of 113th Street North in the city of Seminole, on a four-lane road, passing the traffic light by Regions Banking company, when Randy suddenly lost consciousness. With his foot clamped down on the accelerator, the jeep crossed the raised physical median into eastbound traffic. Lynn aimlessly looked at Randy, then out the front window at the motorbike and bus moving in their management. Reaching over her husband's limbs with her long arms, the woman, who offset met the Macho Man when he was a catcher with the Gulf Coast League'south Sarasota Cardinals, swerved to avoid the other vehicles, deliberately slamming the jeep into a tree beyond from a Publix Super Market and creature hospital.

The impact was and then slight that the airbags didn't actuate. Lynn, 56, sustained pocket-size injuries. Randy was pronounced dead at Largo Medical Center.

Since that day, two years ago on May twenty, 2011, the real-life Randy Mario Poffo has been depicted equally a recluse at the end of his life, a one-time celebrity who allow his beard grow white, kept a registered gun in his glove compartment, and sequestered himself in a dwelling surrounded past security fences and patrolled past baby-sit dogs. Simply his family says that he was ever accessible to them and spent his final months contemplating his legacy—personally, professionally and financially—and making up for time lost to fame.

"When Ang left the concern," says Randy's 86-yr-one-time female parent, Judy, of her hubby, Angelo Poffo, a wrestler who once worked under a xanthous mask with a dollar sign as The Miser, "he'd never developed whatever hobbies, except going to the gym twice a twenty-four hour period and watching the stock market. In that location was all this free energy and no identify to put it. Randy was different. He worked on his house, he was decorated with his animals, he married once more, and he took usa to our doctor's appointments—things he missed all those years when he was wrestling."

Randy lived near his mother's development in Largo, Fla., down a bumpy, palm-shaded clay road. Within the perimeter of the non-climbable contend, two dogs patrolled the acre-and-a-one-half surrounding his dark wooden dwelling house, built in a style more representative of the Former W than the modern Gulf Coast. On the brick pillars on each side of the front gate, cameras surveilled possible visitors. "You lot needed an engraved invitation to arrive there," notes Judy. "Tired of people, I guess."

"Randy used to ain a condo on the beach," points out his brother, Lanny, some other wrestler who worked, alternatively, equally "Leaping" Lanny Poffo and The Genius. "Simply he couldn't go out on the balustrade without 1,000 people screaming, 'Macho Man.' He needed quiet."

10 days before his death, the family gathered on Randy's property for Female parent's Day. Before their arrival, Randy chosen his mother with an unusual request: the ashes of his dog, Hercules, a High german shepherd from a litter endemic by the late wrestler, Hercules Hernandez. Judy brought the ashes to Randy's domicile in an urn. The Macho Man marched the family to a designated spot and asked his brother to pour the animate being'due south remains.

"Why should I do it?" Lanny protested. "It's non my dog."

"I desire you to do it. If anything happens, I want yous to exercise the same thing with my ashes, the same fashion, the same place. If it's good enough for Hercules, it's proficient enough for me."

In some other family, a 58-year-old retired athlete might be beseeched not to speak in such morose terms. But Randy talked like this often. "I didn't think too much of it because he always spoke fatalistically," says Lanny. "He spoke fatalistically since our dad died."

The Miser

More than wrestling, more than than baseball, more than the women he romanced on- and off-camera, Randy loved his father. While the wrestling icon inherited his mother'south facial structure and penetrating blue eyes, he lived by the guideposts Angelo set, taking the older homo'southward codes of honor and loyalty to sometimes militant lengths, accepting nothing less than perfection from physical challenges.

In 1945, while serving in the U.S. Navy, Angelo broke the globe sit-up record. The story about him taxing himself to the point that his tailbone protruded from his pare is an exaggeration. But Angelo did develop some course of friction burn down and bled on the mat. His clenched fingers were swollen and temporarily sealed together. And so, he played baseball that night.

Officially, Angelo completed 6,000 sit-ups in just over iv hours. He followed upward with another 33—for every year he believed that Jesus lived.

That last detail became a complication in his matrimony to Judy, a swimmer and diver who'd received a scholarship to the American College of Physical Teaching in Chicago. In 1946, the school was captivated by DePaul Academy, the largest Cosmic university in the nation. Not long afterward, she met Angelo, home from the Navy, a catcher on the school's baseball team and competitive chess player.

When the couple wed in 1949, neither family unit was pleased. "What accept you washed?" Angelo'southward female parent pronounced subsequently the anniversary in her native natural language. Although she didn't speak Italian, Judy—the descendant of Jews from Lithuania and Belarus—knew exactly what her mother-in-law meant.

Exhibiting the disobedience that became the essence of Randy "Macho Man" Savage, Angelo stayed married to Judy for 61 years.

Randy would practise anything for Angelo, sending his parents on trips to Japan and Europe and Israel until they told him they were likewise tired to travel. On Angelo's 70th birthday, Randy paid $50,000 to buy his father a yellow, loftier-finned Cadillac—the same car the elderberry Poffo had purchased in 1959 and drove around the wrestling circuit for 200,000 miles. The old Earth Wrestling Federation champion restocked and refurbished the weight room at Admiral Farragut University, a Petrograd prep school, on the condition that the facility was named for his father. Later, when Angelo was ill, Randy installed an invalid toilet and walk-in bathtub in his parents' home.

Angelo had a mantra he impressed on his son'southward: "Due south.Y.M."—Save Your Money. Randy was thrifty, also. Although never to his face, Randy'southward detractors occasionally attributed the trait to his female parent's ethnicity. Clarifies Judy, "The whole family's like that."

Despite Angelo'due south career selection, Randy's initial goal wasn't wrestling, but baseball game, a vocation his father encouraged, building a winterized batting cage and pitching machine next to the family's home in Downers Grove, Ill. Naturally a righty, Randy taught himself how to throw with his left hand in the event of an injury. As a loftier schoolhouse senior, he hit .525 for the Downers Grove Trojans. When no team picked him upwardly in the 1971 amateur draft, Angelo drove his son five hours to an open tryout at Busch Stadium in St. Louis. Randy went home with a pocket-size league contract. In iv seasons in the Cardinals, Reds and White Sox organizations, Randy hit .254 with xvi dwelling house runs, playing catcher, outfield and first base of operations.

It was during this menstruum that Randy met his future wife, Barbara Lynn Payne, while walking on Lido Beach in Sarasota. Starting in 1972, they dated for iii years before veering in separate directions. "She never knew him as the Macho Man," says Lanny. "She never knew him as a wrestler. She only knew him as a failed baseball player."

His final endeavor to play in the major leagues ended when the White Sox organization cut him in 1975, before the finish of leap training. "When Randy got released, he broke all his bats and got rid of all his equipment," Judy remembers. "It was horrible. But The Sheik saved him."

The Sheik was Ed Farhat, a Lebanese-American U.S. Army vet whose wrestling gimmick included bloodying rivals with a subconscious pencil, throwing fire and jabbering incomprehensible phrases fans took to be Arabic. He was also the promoter in Detroit, where Angelo and Lanny were wrestling at the time. "It was Christmas," Judy says, "and they brought Randy along. Randy wrestled The Sheik, and he got over real good."

It was The Sheik who taught Randy a concept he'd subsequently impart to younger wrestlers: "Exist the chief result, even if yous're on first." Randy admired The Sheik with the zealousness he usually reserved for Angelo.

"He even cooked for The Sheik," Judy says. "He made him cabbage soup."

Family unit Business

When Angelo was wrestling in Hawaii in 1967, his sons were exposed to King Curtis Iaukea and Pampero Firpo, performers Lanny calls "the two best promos in the business organisation." Iaukea began his interviews in a virtually whisper, slowly building intrigue and his decibel level until his voice was piercing the speakers. Firpo ended his interviews with a signature, "Ooooh, yyyyeah."

Randy brazenly stole from both. The other touches—the head tics, sucking in his bottom lip, twirling his fingers above his head—were all his.

Observing Randy's feral band style, Georgia promoter Ole Anderson changed the wrestler'southward surname to "Barbarous." As his character adult, Randy phoned his mother and asked her to post a compilation of nicknames. "I saw the term 'Macho Man' in a magazine and just put it on the list," she recounts. "A few days later, Randy chosen me from Macon, Ga., and said, 'What's a Macho Human?' I said, 'I have no idea.'"

Not long after, Angelo opened his ain promotion, International Title Wrestling (ICW), based in Lexington, Ky. He used his sons as talent, along with a rotating cast that included Rugged Ronnie Garvin, Bob Orton Jr.—father of electric current WWE star Randy Orton—Ox Baker, Bob Roop and Crusher Broomfield, later known as the I Human being Gang. While other promoters attempted peaceful coexistence with established territories, the Poffos—even Judy was involved with the group, equally a bookkeeper, and Randy's future married woman, Elizabeth, would work nether her maiden proper noun, Liz Hulette, as an on-camera host—ran an "outlaw" league that competed with the entrenched organizations. Angelo promoted his wrestlers equally legitimate tough guys, every bit opposed to showmen, offer to bet $twenty,000 of his ain cash at 1 point—against a donut—that Randy and his partner, Rip Rogers, could defeat a tag team from the rival Southeastern grouping in an bodily fight.

It wasn't equally funny as information technology seemed. Randy and other ICW performers began showing up at opposition shows, threatening to disrupt matches and frightening their adversaries to the signal that some began arming themselves. During a confrontation outside a diner, Memphis Wrestling's Superstar Pecker Dundee pulled a gun on the Macho Man. Savage grappled it away and pistol-whipped him.

"I hated that stuff," Lanny says.

Manager Jimmy "The Mouth of the South" Hart was a staple in Memphis, but he would monitor the ICW shows on Channel 24. "I couldn't tell everyone I was watching it," he says. "That's how tense it was. But I'd never seen anybody wrestle like Randy, the fashion he'd come down off the superlative rope. And he was colorful."

Eventually, Hart helped persuade current WWE journalist Jerry "The King" Lawler, the star and fractional possessor of Memphis Wrestling, to reconcile with his enemies, and a talent exchange was brokered. Feeding off the legitimate animosity, the Poffos began appearing on the Memphis promotion's cards, with Savage in the main events. In wrestling circles, the Macho Man suddenly had national exposure.

"Randy was destined to exist the greatest wrestler no one e'er heard of, if Jimmy Hart hadn't extended the olive co-operative," Lanny says.

Although ICW folded in 1984, the Poffos' renegade efforts were fondly remembered not just past fans, but by Randy himself. In 2009, the family gathered at an Olive Garden to gloat Angelo'due south last altogether. Angelo had dementia by this indicate, and his functions were failing apace. As Randy watched Judy tend to his father, the Macho Homo declared that the entire clan belonged in the WWE Hall of Fame.

"How near that? The Von Erichs all go far," he sneered, referring to the Von Erich family unit'southward recent induction. "Even Chris."

Similar the Poffos, the Von Erichs were a multi-generational wrestling family. Begetter Fritz began his career playing a Nazi heel, but later, every bit a promoter in Dallas, depicted himself equally a tough, devout Texan while building storylines around his sons. Of these, David, Kevin and Kerry were infrequent athletes and bona fide stars. Mike was apparently forced into the game and performed accordingly. Chris loved the business, just he was small, sickly and injury decumbent.

The Von Erichs were also professional wrestling's most tragic family unit. David was 25 when he died during a Japanese tour. While some suspected an overdose, the family contended that David suffered a heart attack acquired by ruptured intestines linked to enteritis. Kerry, Mike and Chris all committed suicide.

"It isn't fair," Randy continued. "If they ever want me in the Hall of Fame, we're all going in together, every bit the Poffo family."

Macho Madness

In 1984, as Vince McMahon was red-picking the all-time talent in the industry, Jimmy Hart was hired by the World Wrestling Federation. Not long subsequently, he was told that the group was likewise interested in Randy and wanted Jimmy to facilitate the introduction.

"I couldn't only telephone call down to Memphis and say, 'Hey, Vince wants to rent Randy,'" Jimmy recollects. "Everybody down in that location hated Vince because he was taking all the expert wrestlers and putting the territories out of concern."

As Jimmy strategized, he remembered that the Poffo brothers generated extra income by selling Herbalife products. "So I called Mr. Coffee"—Guy Coffee, a backstage figure on the Memphis circuit—"and told him that I had a guy who wanted to buy $500 worth of Herbalife," Hart says.

"Randy calls back and says, 'What's this almost Herbalife?' And I said, 'This isn't about Herbalife.'"

The adjacent Saturday morn, Hart met Randy and his wife, Elizabeth, outside a Memphis gym. "Randy pats me downward, as if I'm wearing a wire," Jimmy says. "He was paranoid. Then, he says, 'My car. Not your auto.'"

"When I laid everything out for him, he had one question. 'Will yous have Lanny?'"

Almost immediately, Randy propelled himself to stardom. An early storyline involved the diverse managers in the World Wrestling Federation competing for his services. After several weeks, he revealed that he was choosing to go with the unknown Miss Elizabeth—his real-life wife—instead.

"What's wrong with Lou Albano?" Roddy Piper asked the Manlike Homo on a segment of "Piper's Pit."

"Lou Albano doesn't have the aforementioned pizzazz," a twitching Randy replied, drawing out the final give-and-take.

Elizabeth was different whatever female wrestling personality earlier or since. A demure, soft-spoken brunette with a subtle Southern accent, she exuded a vulnerability that added to her beauty. Although Randy seemed to control and sometimes bully her, he besides appeared co-dependent, which led to some interesting scenarios: George "The Animal" Steele "rescuing" Elizabeth and taking her into "protective custody," a encarmine Ric Flair forcibly kissing Elizabeth later losing to Savage, Randy breaking up his tag team, the Mega Powers, with Hulk Hogan afterwards accusing the Hulkster of having improper intentions.

"Yes, and I encounter a shark," Savage told announcer Hateful Gene Okerlund, "a shark with teeth, a shark with lust and lust and lust for Elizabeth."

Although they'd actually been married for seven years, the pair "wed" in the ring in Madison Square Garden at the SummerSlam pay-per-view in 1991. At a "reception" later shown on tv set, Elizabeth opened a box to observe a deadly cobra, compliments of Jake "The Serpent" Roberts. A feud with Roberts speedily followed.

"Nosotros were driving to Indianapolis, and I was in the backseat, pretending to exist asleep, when Randy and Elizabeth started fighting," Lanny says. "Elizabeth didn't want Randy to go bitten by a Rex Cobra that night at the Market Square Arena. And Randy said the ophidian was de-venomized—Jake had told him so—and he was going to permit the snake seize with teeth him because it was good business."

The next solar day, Randy had a 103-degree fever. He blamed the ophidian bite.

Manlike Man and Ricky Steamboat

Randy's finest moment with the company occurred at WrestleMania Iii, where he had a match with Ricky "The Dragon" Steamboat that was considered the best meet always seen on a World Wrestling Federation pay-per-view. Randy obsessed over the match, charting information technology motility for motion with Steamboat beforehand. Even for fans who knew that the activeness was predetermined, it was easy to suspend disbelief. There was a backstory involving Randy crushing Steamboat's cervix with the ring bong. In the ring, the two traded a series of thrilling near-falls—with the referee counting to 2 before ane combatant dramatically raised his shoulder—before the official was knocked downwardly and Randy snatched the bell to beal the injury. From ringside, George "The Animal" Steele pulled the weapon abroad. Randy turned to inflict more harm. But as he scooped Steamboat up for a bodyslam, The Dragon grabbed Cruel's left leg, rolling him to the sail and pinning him with a small package.

As Randy and Elizabeth were transported dorsum to the dressing room in a cart designed like a modest ring, the Macho Man appeared to be crying.

"Randy was a real pro, one of the closest brothers I had in wrestling," says boyfriend second-generation wrestler and 5-time Globe Wrestling Federation champion Bret "Hit Human being" Hart. "Great timing. Great athlete. He was ever very safe. He'd never practise anything devil-may-care that would hurt you. I'd let Randy do anything to me in the ring."

He was also a dynamic entertainer, a valuable asset every bit McMahon began making deals with licensees and advertisers. One iconic commercial featured the Macho Man asking, "Demand a little excitement?" and then, raising his voice like Male monarch Curtis Iaukea: "Snap into a Slim Jim!"

But Randy could also harbor a grudge, especially when the slight was directed at his begetter. In 1987, the World Wrestling Federation booked an one-time-timers' boxing majestic at New Bailiwick of jersey'south Meadowlands. Angelo was yet in expert shape at the fourth dimension and wanted to participate. Randy lobbied for his father. But when Lou Thesz, Nick Bockwinkel, Bobo Brazil, Ray Stevens and the other retired wrestlers entered the building, they learned that Angelo had never been invited.

"Randy really loved Vince until the boxing royal," Lanny says. "He felt really bad when Al Costello, who was one of Dad's best friends in wrestling, said, 'Where's your father? He should exist here.' Randy never forgot almost the battle royal. He felt guilty, like he should have done more. He'd belabor the point."

Nacho Man

Withal, Randy stayed with the company and, past 1994, was appearing less in the band and more at the announcer's tabular array. "What frustrated Randy was he felt he never had a match every bit good every bit the Steamboat lucifer," Lanny says. "He was bored with announcing and thought Shawn Michaels could have that kind of match with him. Randy wanted to practise a 2-year programme building up to a match with Shawn at WrestleMania. Randy would lose, retire and go back to the announcer's table."

Randy was simply short of 42 when he presented his proposal but still felt capable of using his physicality to enrapture a crowd. But, his brother claims, the Macho Man was informed that the World Wrestling Federation was in the midst of a "youth movement." "So he said, 'I call back I'll get a second opinion,'" Lanny says. "He went to WCW (World Title Wrestling, the company'southward primary rival at the fourth dimension), and he took Slim Jim with him."

Subsidized past Ted Turner, WCW had get every bit aggressive as the World Wrestling Federation a decade before, recruiting not only Randy, merely Hogan, Flair, Kevin Nash, Scott Hall, Lex Luger and other top names. The Earth Wrestling Federation fought dorsum with vignettes depicting Savage as "Nacho Man," a geriatric has-been.

"He didn't find whatsoever humor in his bald spot or his divorce from Elizabeth," Lanny says. "He saw those as deliberate attempts to tarnish his brand."

Randy held the WCW championship four times, and—despite his 1992 separate with Elizabeth—brought his ex-wife in equally his valet. Equally function of the storyline, she turned on him and boasted near taking his coin in their divorce settlement. In existent life, Elizabeth eventually moved in with Luger. In 2003, her fans were shocked to learn that she'd been found dead in the Marietta, Ga., home they shared. Cause of death: a toxic mixture of painkillers and vodka.

Past then, WCW was defunct, having been purchased and absorbed into WWE in 2001. With the exception of a brief series of appearances with TNA (Total Nonstop Action)—the closest American rival to WWE today—in 2005, Randy was finished with the wrestling business.

Injured on the Spider-Man Set

Interestingly, the ailment that distressed Randy the most in retirement was incurred not in a wrestling ring, but a movie set. He'd insisted on doing his own stunts while playing Bonesaw McGraw, a wrestler who battles protagonist Peter Parker in the 2002 motion picture Spider-Man. Toward the cease of the cinematic match, Randy's grapheme was monkey-flipped on his head. According to Lanny, the stunt took numerous takes. "He needed a lot of physical therapy," Lanny says. "But he was never the same. Instead of turning his cervix to see you, he turned his torso."

Randy could have maintained his ties with the wrestling community by attention autograph signings and fan conventions. But he preferred limiting his interactions. Bret Hart attempted to contact Randy several times, simply Lanny wasn't allowed to requite out his blood brother's phone number. "Fifty-fifty if I had it," Bret says, "I knew he wouldn't phone call me back."

"He chose to isolate himself. And I sympathize that because I went through it myself. When you leave the business, all your friends are scattered all over the world. Some are wrestling. Some aren't. On the road, y'all love them equally brothers. Just when you walk abroad from the business, it's not the same kind of friendship. You're used to seeing these guys every day. Then, you never see them at all."

Ane twenty-four hour period, Randy walked into his parents' firm and noticed that Lanny was wearing a conform.

"Where are you going?" Randy asked.

"Jack Brisco'due south funeral." Brisco, the offset Native American to win an NCAA national wrestling championship, was a 2-time National Wrestling Alliance (NWA) titlist and a WWE Hall of Famer. "Want to get with me?"

Randy nodded. "Maybe I would."

"Well, come up on. Let'southward go."

Randy'due south optics sparkled and a grin crept beyond his face. "Just kidding."

Explains Lanny, "Randy didn't similar funerals. He didn't fifty-fifty want anyone to attend his funeral."

Although Angelo had appeared on many of the same cards as Brisco in the early on 1970s, the elderberry Poffo's dementia had progressed to the point that he was unaware of the latest fatality in the wrestling fraternity. Randy monitored his father's disintegration, shuttling Angelo to almost every dr.'s date.

On March iv, 2010, at Morton Plant Hospital in Clearwater, the family was told that Angelo had a heartbeat but no pulse. "I don't desire my dad to have a heartbeat with no pulse," Randy said. "Allow him go."

"Randy prayed for Ang to die because he suffered and so much," Judy says. "But when he did die, Randy went dwelling house and punched holes in the walls. His wife'southward notwithstanding fixing upward those holes. He was pretty good with his temper."

Despite the sorrow, Lanny tried to observe something positive to which the family unit could cling. "Dad lived a proficient life," Lanny told his brother. "I hope I get to live to exist one month shy of 85."

"I don't," Randy shot back. "Practise you recollect he enjoyed the last years of his life?"

Much of the hair in a higher place Randy's ears had fallen out, but he'd been careful to hibernate it. When he walked into St. Joseph's Catholic Church building in Downers Grove for Angelo's funeral, though, Lanny noticed that his brother wasn't wearing a hat. "After that," Lanny says, "he started accepting his hair loss."

Judy realized that Randy had besides stopped coloring his beard: "What used to happen was he'd dye it and, a few hours later, the white would be coming out. It was difficult to keep the bristles dark."

At that place was one other benefit to exposing his crumbling process. "He thought no one would recognize him with the white beard," Judy says. "But they did."

Tired of Beingness Angry

With Angelo gone, Randy fabricated it a indicate to have Judy to breakfast four mornings a week, openly discussing the mode his torso hurt each twenty-four hours. "If you could practice information technology once more," she asked, "would you even so option wrestling?"

Randy didn't hesitate when he responded, "I have no regrets."

One of the bright parts of his life was his marriage to Lynn. He'd been in the gym about a decade earlier when a stranger approached and mentioned that she knew his girlfriend from his minor league days. Randy and Lynn quickly rekindled their romance and moved in together. On May ten, 2010, the couple finally married—on the same spot of embankment they'd first met in 1972.

Withal, fifty-fifty this conclusion was colored by Randy's premonition that he wasn't going to live long. "He was afraid that, when he died, we'd get everything, and Lynn wouldn't even take a home," Judy says. "He wanted to protect her financially."

Notes Lanny, "He was getting closure for everything."

For several years, Randy had not spoken to Blob Hogan. "It was a serial of misunderstandings," Jimmy Hart says, "mountains being made out of molehills." Hogan had mocked Randy on the radio. Following Angelo's ICW tradition, Randy challenged Hogan to an bodily fight.

The tension showed no sign of dissipating when Randy took his mother for an electrocardiogram exam one day, and a nurse informed him that Hogan was also in the office. Randy rushed out of the room. "He came up and grabbed Blob from behind," Judy says. "Hulk turned around and he was and so happy. Randy wasn't angry anymore."

Adds Lanny, "He was tired of being mad all the time."

In fact, Randy was planning a rare public appearance. In 1989, he'd been a guest announcer on a Cincinnati Reds radio broadcast and remembered the experience fondly—particularly the moment when he stood upwards and did a musculus shot for the crowd and center fielder Eric Davis stepped out of the dugout and gave the Manlike Man the same pose. When Lanny met Reds first baseman Joey Votto at a charity event, the incident came up, and the 2010 National League MVP invited Randy to a June 2011 game against the Tampa Bay Rays at Tropicana Field. Among the incentives: VIP batting practice privileges.

Randy agreed to go. Merely he died 5 weeks before the game.

Never Yielding

The dark earlier he died, Randy invited his blood brother over the house. Randy wanted beer—Miller Light—and Lanny stopped at a Publix along the route. The store was out of Miller Lite, and so Lanny settled for Miller 18-carat Draft. At the business firm, Randy grabbed the beer and examined the characterization.

"Son of a bowwow," he grumbled. "I send you for Miller Light, and you can't even get that right. Jesus Christ." He looked at his brother and smiled.

Observes Lanny, "If he didn't screw with you lot, he didn't love you."

Randy hadn't talked virtually Angelo's exclusion from the 1987 battle imperial for several years. But recently, the field of study had come up up again. In Randy'southward fantasy, he'd taken a hard stand on behalf of his father. Now, as he sipped on his beer, Randy told Lanny, "I handled information technology like Martin Luther King, and I should take handled information technology like Malcolm X. Past any means necessary."

Lanny could anticipate the next topic of conversation: the WWE Hall of Fame. He'd never go in by himself, Randy reiterated. It was the Poffo family, or nobody at all. Since Randy spoke about his mortality so often, Lanny took this to mean that information technology would be his responsibility to refuse the overture, if he managed to outlast the Macho Man.

"You understand what I'm talking about?" Randy emphasized.

Lanny all but rolled his eyes. "Got it the start time."

Two years later, Lanny admits the possibility of a Hall of Fame offer causes him stress: "On the i hand, I'm then appreciative of Vince McMahon for everything he did for me. I mean, when I was The Genius, managing Mr. Perfect, I was in master events and on the Regis show—me, a career jabroni. That's because of Vince. And the fans deserve to run into Randy in the Hall of Fame. Merely I take to support my brother. I just call back it'due south admittedly insane that I'g stuck in the middle. This is the quandary I'm in."

"And so here's the style I feel most WWE. If you remember the Von Erichs were better than the Poffos, that'southward your prerogative. If you want Randy in against his wishes, yous take my permission to do it without my permission. But don't invite me considering I won't attend. I don't need the 30 pieces of silver."

Backside the security walls of Randy's holding, a feeling of melancholy pervaded the room. Randy grew pensive only appreciative of the people with whom he'd called to surround himself over the concluding several months. "The best thing about you, Lanny," he said, "was you e'er took care of Mom, and I know you e'er will."

He contemplated his brother, and the irony that Lanny—who spent much of his time in the World Wrestling Federation staring up at the loonshit lights—seemed to have maintained his health: "I tin't believe how yous survived the business and I didn't. Every inch of me aches."

Co-ordinate to the Pinellas-Pasco Medical Examiner'south office, Randy "Macho Man" Fell died of heart disease—an enlarged center with severe atherosclerosis of his coronary arteries—rather than the car accident at State Road 694 and 113th Street N. He was simply unfortunate to be driving when he suffered some type of arrhythmia that acquired his eye to stop chirapsia.

To discover the site where his machine came to a halt, one can park on the grounds of the Bay Pines Evangelical Lutheran Church and cutting across a sun-bleached patch of grass, toward 113th Street Due north. A stucco home overlooks a battered, aging tree lined with fabric flowers and affixed with plastic-wrapped signs. The lettering is starting to fade, but the messages are consistent. "Dear Poffo Family," one notice reads. "Your Randy will be missed and remembered always."

Lanny is asked if it feels foreign to visit. "Not actually," he replies, equally a crane lounges on the grass nearby. "Elvis died on the toilet."

Afterward his death, the family placed Randy in an open casket at a local funeral home. The only guests were Lynn and her 2 daughters, forth with Lanny and Judy. "That'due south the manner Randy wanted information technology," his brother says. Later the Manlike Man's cremation, the same group converged on his property, and Lanny poured the ashes on the spot Randy had specified some 2 weeks before.

Because Randy only sustained balmy abrasions in the accident, the family's final memory of the Macho Man soothes rather than haunts. "He had a look," Lanny says. "Fifty-fifty in the casket, he had that look. He looked similar he was merely resting until he could get up and kick your ass."

"I'll tell you what. He had his life. And he did non yield."

Keith Elliot Greenberg, a New York Times bestselling writer and television producer, wrote for WWE's publications for more than xx years.

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