My First Retirement
Juan Fourneau | Jan 3, 2023
I LOST A MATCH ON Nov. 12 against my former tag-team partner, Kevin Gutierrez, who wrestles under the colorful name “Corn Boi.” It was a classic Lucha Libre stipulation match. I put my mask on the line, and Kevin would cut his shoulder-length hair if he lost. Mask versus hair—or, as they say in Mexico, mascara versus cabellera. We had many tried-and-true plot lines going for us. Teacher versus student. Old friends and tag partners who were now fighting furiously against each other. Older, bitter, crotchety veteran wrestler—that’s me—frustrated with this not-so-serious newer generation. It was a good story. All the while, I knew how it would end—with me losing my mask and announcing my retirement from wrestling. I’ll wrestle a goodbye match or two next summer, but essentially, I was done. When I put on the mask at age 40, I remembered a line from the great wrestling journalist Dave Meltzer. He wrote the obituary for Junkyard Dog, the African-American grappler who was a Main Event star and drew tons of money in the New Orleans area and later in the World Wrestling Federation. “If he had kept his weight under control and continued training, he could have been a star into his 50s like Ric Flair, The Crusher or Dick the Bruiser.” [caption id="attachment_1536026" align="alignright" width="400"] Juan's final wrestling match. Photo by Clint Dye of Tag Team Photography.[/caption] Right there, Meltzer had given me the formula for longevity in the sport. Ric Flair also said in his podcast that the enemy of any professional wrestler was inactivity. So, for the past nine years, I’ve tried to keep a regular wrestling schedule. If I didn’t have a match, I headed up to the Black & Brave wrestling school in nearby Davenport, Iowa, and worked out in that hard ring.…
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Juan Fourneau | Nov 13, 2021
IN THE FALL OF 1994, when I was 21, I made the trip south from Iowa down I-35 to Texas. I was starting my wrestling training on Commerce Street in downtown Dallas at Doug’s Gym. What I wasn’t expecting were the financial lessons I picked up from some of the colorful professional wrestlers of that era. Doug’s Gym wasn’t air-conditioned. It had a classic collection of weights and machines. I felt transported back in time, using the same equipment that Jack LaLanne and Steve Reeves would have used decades before. Doug Eidd still owned and ran the old-school gym, which he opened in 1962. The building was across the street from the police station where Jack Ruby shot Lee Harvey Oswald days after President Kennedy’s assassination. I was there to meet Doug’s cousin, Skandor Akbar or, as we called him, Ak. His real name was Jim Wehba, and he was 60. He had the brawn, broken-down knees and walk of a retired professional wrestler. As I began to train and spend time at Doug’s Gym, we would get visitors. They all came to hear Ak’s stories. It became clear that Ak was good with his money. He was not wealthy. But over the years, he had made a good income working in some of the major wrestling territories. He’d spent time in New York working for Vince McMahon Sr. He’d made a good living there, despite missing out on the chance to have a Main Event program with the Italian-born strongman and champion Bruno Sammartino. Fellow Texan Stan Hansen broke Sammartino’s neck in Madison Square Garden, costing Ak his big payday. Instead of New York glory, Ak had extended stays in Georgia, Australia and the Dallas office of a promoter who had wrestled under the name Fritz Von Erich. But…
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Juan Fourneau | Oct 12, 2022
WHEN I BEGAN MY journey to becoming a professional wrestler in 1994, I didn’t give much thought to the money aspect of the business. Wrestling was a secret organization similar to magicians or, frankly, the Mafia. Information wasn’t readily available on the industry’s economics. I simply had a burning desire to be a part of this crazy circus that I’d always loved as a fan. As I began training to be a wrestler under Skandor Akbar in Dallas, information came in trickles. In my class, there was a huge wrestler who got booked before me, even though I’d trained for longer. It didn’t bother me. He was a legit six foot 10 inches tall and weighed a solid 400-plus pounds. He was a nice guy and I was happy for him. At the time, even World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) was losing money and struggling to draw crowds. When my fellow newbie debuted, he said the crowd was fewer than 100 people, and full of former Texas wrestling stars and veterans. He shared that he didn’t get paid for his first match. After several delays and setbacks, I had my first match in 1996. There were some veteran wrestlers on the card. The business was becoming hot again, the start of a boom that peaked in 1999. I debuted at the Sportatorium in Dallas in front of a healthy crowd of more than 800 fans. My first match was one of my worst. I sucked up my disappointment and headed back to thank promoter Grizzly Smith and the rest of the office crew for the opportunity. I wasn’t sure if I’d get paid. As I walked in, they handed me an envelope and asked me to sign my name to confirm I’d received my earnings for the night. It was $40.…
Read more » Born to Sell
Juan Fourneau | Apr 28, 2023
I ONCE DABBLED IN the world of sales. I wasn't very good at it. In 1997, I got a job at Schwan’s, driving one of those yellow trucks you see in neighborhoods all over the U.S. selling frozen treats, ice cream and a variety of food. I thought it would be a delivery and service job. But I found out during the orientation and training that there was an element of sales. I read the books of motivational speaker Zig Ziglar in my free time and got some basic training in sales from the company. But as I began my route in the railroad town of Fort Madison, Iowa, I could see I needed help. A natural sales guy I was not. At a party one weekend, I ran into my dad’s old friend, Pablo. My dad was godfather, or padrino, to Pablo’s youngest son. I was interested in talking to him because he was a successful car salesman. As we talked about my struggles in sales, Pablo gave me a few tips. He also shared with me how he began his career. Pablo was from San Antonio. He spoke good English, but like many Hispanic men in my hometown of that era, he had a limited education. He dropped out of school in sixth grade to work because his family didn’t have a lot of money. He met his wife when they were both working as migrant laborers, following the crops. My Midwestern town is home to a Heinz manufacturing plant where, in the old days, migrant workers picked tomatoes from the fields and transported them to the plant. After one season in the mid-1960s, Pablo and his wife never went back to Texas. Instead, they decided to make a home here in Iowa. He met my dad at…
Read more » Playing Ball
Juan Fourneau | Jan 8, 2025
MY SON IS A FRESHMAN in high school, and I’m beginning to be more purposeful about his baseball aspirations. But after dropping $85 on a one-hour pitching lesson, I was wondering, was my money well spent? My search for an answer began with the Netflix series Receiver. I tuned in to see football player George Kittle, a former University of Iowa Hawkeye and bigtime professional wrestling fan. Kittle was kind enough to send autographed memorabilia for a softball fundraiser we had a few years ago. He’s now a star for the San Francisco 49ers. I learned about Kittle through a mutual friend, Steve Manders, who was a walk-on for the Hawkeyes for three years before he began professional wrestling. During my wrestling career, I tagged with Steve for a period of time, and learned a lot about hard work, grit and perseverance from being around him. While I watched Receiver to learn more about Kittle, the Netflix series was also my introduction to Detroit Lions wide receiver Amon-Ra St. Brown. What caught my eye was his dad, John Brown, a former Mr. Universe. I subsequently listened to the father’s podcast and interviews. It became clear he had strong opinions about parenting, including how parents need to take charge of the direction of their children's lives. It was eye-opening. I always like to have my beliefs questioned. And when someone has results, I’ll listen with an open mind. And oh my, does the older Brown have opinions: “If your kid’s not doing something, it’s the parents’ fault, it’s not the kid’s fault.” “I raised my boys to dominate. We’re not having fun. We’re not competing. We're here to dominate.” “No coach can prepare you to be the top in the world. They don't have the time. They have 30 kids, 40 kids on the…
Read more » When Bubbles Burst
Juan Fourneau | Feb 17, 2023
ABOUT HALF THE RENTALS that my wife and I own were foreclosures we bought around the time of the Great Recession. In fact, I closed on the first one on my wedding day—a fact my wife isn’t anxious to let me forget. In 2000, a family had bought the house for $70,000. In 2006, JPMorgan Chase foreclosed on the house. In 2007, the bank unloaded the property for $93,000 to the Department of Housing and Urban Development (HUD), which had guaranteed the mortgage. I bought the place in 2007 for $50,000. I overpaid. It was the start of a tidal wave of foreclosures that would hit my hometown and the rest of the country. The pattern I saw with my first foreclosure was one I’d see again several times over the next eight years. A family would buy a home in the early to mid-2000s as interest rates dropped and property prices rose. They got a mortgage backed by a government agency. Next, a new loan was secured for more than the original purchase price, or home equity was borrowed to pay for renovations and improvements. Then the economy slowed and eventually hit a brick wall. The family would lose the home and the government would get the property back. The place would sit on the market for months, maybe a year. A local investor or landlord would pick it up for a fraction of the price that the family had paid. October 2010 was Lucas Street, another foreclosure. In January 2007, a couple bought it for $72,000. The Federal Home Loan Mortgage Corporation foreclosed on it during summer 2010. I bought it in October for $35,000. The front of the house was a striking stone structure that increased its curb appeal. When I had to cut the stone to…
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