Image by Margherita Barrera
The Exotic Adrian Street grew up in a three generation family of Welsh coal miners, but he wasn’t destined to be in the dark.
Originally broadcast in 2018. Adrian Street died in 2023.
Adrian’s seven part autobiographies are:
1. My Pink Gas Mask
2. I Only Laugh When It Hurts
3. So Many Ways To Hurt You
4. Sadist in Sequins
5. Imagine What I Could Do To You
6. Violence is Golden
7. Merchant of Menace
Artist – Title
SOS Band – Groovin’
Time Wharp – Halpern
Time Wharp – XKEYSCORE
Ensemble Entendu – Pull Da Plug
Voorhees – Activity
Ensemble Entendu – Eye Of The Storm
Ensemble Entendu – Peel Back
E Ruscha V – All Of A Sudden
Focus – House Of The King
Palmbomen II – RTL Unifeeder
Time Wharp – Altec Curtis
Richard Horowitz – Eros Never Stops Dreaming
P X A – Plateau
Time Wharp – Cycle II
Time Wharp – Gilbert Williams Landscape
The Exotic Adrian Street – Professional Wrestler
Step into my room, take a look on the shelf, I’m not a believer in do-it-yourself. I just wanna hurt you and now that it’s plain, I just wanna show you the meaning of pain. I’m a sadist in sequins, I’ll injure in grim. The sadist in sequins, don’t let me in, or you’re gonna find out that you’ll never win. I’m sadist in sequins, evil as sin. A turn on for me is a scream or a howl. Handing out punishment, I know every foul. Don’t take me lightly, things could be hard. I used to give lessons to the Marquis du Sade.
My performance really started before I ever stepped outside the dressing room. I look in the mirror, I get makeup on. The thing is your clothes, I think your clothes are very very important, especially to me because I was known for my gowns and the makeup and all that kind of stuff. It is like Clark Kent going into the phone box, meek journalist or whatever he was, and you come out like Superman. When it was time for me to go in they’d play my music.
Then I’d step out, strike a pose. I’d stand there and in my own mind it’s like okay, I’m a god, I’ve just descended from Mount Olympus. Now you suckers can sort of worship me and all that kind of stuff. I give like an angry sort of frown and go like, what you peasants. This is like throwing pearl before the swine. Whether they boo their lungs out or whether they cheer their lungs out for me it makes no difference. They’re going to know I’m there, they want me to give them the best I can possibly deliver.
Can you describe some of your favorite outfits?
I’d always admired like big gowns and things like that on taller guys, and I was always like, I’m too short to wear like a full length. But I thought, I’m gonna try with that, and I looked at it, I thought, damn, I like that. It was purple, the design in front was lilac, gold, white lace, and lots of crystal rhinestones all over it. I’ve still got it. And it still fits.
Do you design all of your own costumes?
I design everything. From the age of three, I was actually designing costumes. During the war, we all had our ration books over here. You could only get like a couple of ounces of this, a quarter of that and, very small amounts, I mean meat you couldn’t get meat. And I loved meat but I never got it when I was a kid. I sure make up for it now. Anyway, I had my own little ration book, and I felt important because that was my ration book and it had my name on it. I’d go down to the bottom of the street to the one only candy store, remember back in those days. Now I wasn’t looking for the chocolates, which I suppose were very nice. They were actually wrapped in the best metallic foil. That’s the reason I wanted them. I used to model little figures out of plasticine. Through trial-and-error I knew exactly where I needed to tear this and tear that to cover an arm, to cover a leg, take him to the body. And I would turn my little plasticine figures into knights in shining armor.
[Well Ladies and Gentlemen of Bell South, as you heard, Imagine What I Could Do to You, written and sung by the Exotic Blond Adrian Street, and he starts quickly on Henry Garcia.]
Do you remember the first time you went to see a wrestling match?
Adrian: I certainly do. That was in a place called Newport. In those days, they wrestled. Not like Vince Vanab’s mob now where he’s replaced good wrestlers with bad actress. These guys are wrestlers. The main event was a guy called Vic Hassle wrestling against Burt Aseranti. He was a beast. This guy was tough and this guy wanted to hurt the other guy, I mean he wanted to hurt him. But I wanted something more colorful, more flamboyant, more sort of showy. Imagine The King and I.
[This girl hurt your vanity, that is all, she didn’t hurt your heart!]
Adrian: That movie, with Yul Brynner and all the nice beautiful costumes that they had, and a Siamese court, and all that kind of stuff back in that time. Imagine putting that show on, but instead of giving them those lovely costumes, the Yul Brynner character, the King of Siam was there with a pair of scruffy old jeans and a dirty t-shirt or something. You know, what would you think about that? For me it’s the same thing. They’d walk in the ring wearing sort of dressing gowns and things like that, that you’d see on like old men sort of sitting by the fire with a pipe you know. Big woolly trunks. Colors came in black or brown. I guess they were sort of functional, especially, it could get cold in Britain. It really put a damper on their spirits you know. I mean the wrestling was there, like I say, you couldn’t fault the wrestling. I mean damn they were, they were good. But I wanted more.
I used to work out in the daytime and the YMCA in the middle of London. There was like a balcony that they had the weights on. I’d be lifting weights and looking down all the time, until I saw a number of wrestlers down there, then I’d go down and I would wrestle with those guys as long as there was somebody there to wrestle with. I found professional wrestlers have their own version of Cockney slang. He could have a conversation and you wouldn’t understand one word that he was saying. Wrestlers have said to me like, “What was all that ruckus about?” like you know, coming out, “Oh, I was coming out of the ring, a raspberry came up, hit me on the rose with his screaming, I got mad, hit him in the north, now he hasn’t got a general in his uncle.” You wouldn’t understand what I was talking about, but another wrestler would know what I meant. Coming from the ring, and a raspberry, a raspberry ripper, a cripple, came up to me, hit me on the rose, my rosemarie, my knee, with his screaming, and his screaming and such, his crutch. I hit him in the north, his north and south, his mouth. Now he hasn’t got a general, a general booth, a tooth, in his uncle, his Uncle Ned, his head.
Coming from the ring, and a cripple came up to me, hit me on the knee. I hit him in his mouth. Now he hasn’t got a tooth in his head.
If somebody came into the dressing room and didn’t know who it was, they’d say, “Queens?” And that was like, Queen’s Park, Queen’s Park Ranger, a stranger. And that’s the first thing I heard whenever I walked into a dressing room. People said “Queens, Queens, Queens,” and I said, “I’m no Queens Park, mate, I know what it’s all about.” But nobody like me at all actually when I had my first wrestling match, most of all my opponent.
I was the main event mind you, with a guy called Gentleman Geoff Moran, it was the first time I ever wrestled. I couldn’t feel my feet touch the ground when I was walking into the ring, I mean this is it, this is something I’d dreamt of since I was a kid of eleven. And all the sudden here I am doing it, is it real, is it real, is it real? I go into the ring, the bell rang, I went across the ring. The guy I was wrestling with started rolling all around the ring, head over heels, head over heels, head over heels, so I got back in the corner until he stood up. I grabbed him, put an arm lock on him, threw my feet up in the air, drove his face into the canvas, and he screamed, “You bastard!” I dislocated his shoulder. That was the end of the contest.
When I got back to the dressing room I walked back all triumphant. He was their top guy and I had just beaten him in less than two minutes. When am I going to get some competition? When am I going to get a chance at a championship? Everybody in the dressing room was glaring at me like I had leprosy or something and it was contagious. The guy’s wife comes running in the dressing room, “You bastard!” and nobody calls a Welshman a bastard you know oh, because you take it literally. I remember saying, “If you were a man I’d punch your face off, don’t you dare call me a bastard.” The promoter came over and he said, “Kid, kid, kid,” he said, “You can’t do that!” He said, “You can’t expect the people to pay good money for any sort of bleeding main event only lasts two minutes!” He said, “I know I promised you two pound ten shillings. Think yourself lucky I give you anything at all.” So at least I got paid so I could call myself a professional wrestler.
I’ve had my nose broken more times than I can remember. I’ve had all my ribs cracked and broke. Cuts and bruises and split lips. I was wrestling up in Scotland and I had my achilles tendon torn in half. Ripped right in half, my foot was just flopping about. I was wrestling with a guy that jumped off a corner post, the guy wait about 235, 240 pounds. Missed my chest, hit my leg and the bottom of my kneecap ended up halfway up my thigh. “Oh dear!” I said as I fell down, or something like that.
I still remember my number, the number of my locker actually, just 226. I put my helmet on, then I’d walk to the lamp room. I was fifteen years of age when I first worked in the coal mine. My father I was only fourteen, and his father was thirteen. All the roof is cracked and was dripping ice cold water all the time. By the time I actually got to the bit where I was digging, I’d be crawling through inches of ice cold water with water dripping on top of me the whole time, like it was pissing rain. I would be absolutely soaking wet before I even started digging anything. And in that particular place was the hardest cold I’ve ever met in my life. I tell you, I used to be so miserable, I used to feel like I could have just about laid down and died in the water because it was such a horrible day. I was doing that six days a week. Out of the money that I earned, I’d have to give it all to my mother and just give a few shillings for myself, pocket money, and that was my life. My father was supposed to be a nurturer, was supposed to love me. That is what he wanted for me. The thing is, I don’t need to be in the dark. I was meant to be seen, and it’s too dark down there, you know I need the spotlight.
I was a very good wrestler by this time. But I was a good wrestler in the land of great wrestlers. I needed to do something to stand out. I got myself a jacket, puffy sleeves, it was made of sky blue velvet. I had trunks made in the same color to match. I shot into a store, got myself some bleach and bleached my hair blond. My waist measured 27 at the time and my chest was 48. I mean I looked really good, I had a great suntan, now I had the blond hair, and I thought I looked fantastic. I imagined when I’d walk from a dressing room, fans who’ve got to know me would be going, “Oh wow, look at Adrian Street. What a great looking little athlete, like oh, doesn’t he look great?” They’d appreciate what I was doing. When I walked out there, instead of getting the response I imagined I was going to get, it was like, “Ooo, Mary, aren’t you cute. Ooo, give us a kiss.” When I stepped in the ring, my opponent who sort of witnessed all this wanted to get in on the act, and he turned round and sort of blew me a kiss, gave me like a limp wrist sort of wave, and pouted his lips and everything like that. Then he turned round in the corner waiting for the bell, but the second the bell rang, I was across the ring and touched him right on the backside. He jumped about four foot, spun around all indignant, I grabbed all of him by his face and kissed him on the lips. And the crowd went berserk, I thought, bugger you, like, if that’s what you want, that’s what you’re gonna get.
When the match was over, which I won, I walked out of the ring and, oh my God, like this is bloody, I didn’t expect that kind of response, I didn’t expect that kind of response at all. Like I made a big grand entrance, tripped over banana skin, fell face-first in a cherry trifle or something, you know, I come up with cream all over my chops, then all of a sudden it struck me oh, that was not the response I was looking for. But, it was more of a response than anybody else got that night. And I thought to myself, bugger it. As time went on, I just kept pushing the envelope, pushing the envelope, until you ended up getting the Exotic Adrian Street.
I put a little bit of makeup on my eyes. First of all, just a little bit, so when I walked past the people to the ring, I’d hear them say, “Was he wearing makeup?” “No. That’d be silly, he wouldn’t.” “I’m sure he was, he was wearing…” Then I’d wear a little bit more, a little bit more, a little bit more obvious.”
[There he is with the full makeup, and I mean the full makeup tonight.]
My costumes went from powder blue and silver to pink and purple and mauve and that sort of thing.
[He really has laid it on, the gold lame tights, the multicolored boots, the usual blonde wig and of course, much more makeup on his face than ever before.]
One of my favorites was to actually draw a butterfly on my face. Ha! I’d are my opponents to come and swat it.
I’ve always been somebody that enjoyed a fight. How can I say it, I was never a bully, I was more of a bully bully. Whenever I went to school, if there was a bully there that sort of beat up all the kids and everything like that, I would purposely put myself in the face of some guy who was a bully, have him challenge me and everything like that, and I would be the living shit out of him.
When I was first working in the coal mine, there was a big gypsy. I mean, they were like Irish pikeys. It might be wrong, and I’ve yet to call ’em gyppos, but that’s what we used to call them in those days, I mean, I’ve never been a racist or anything like that, but it would be like calling a black person the n word, was to call the gypsies a gyppo. But anyway, these pikeys, I mean they could fight. And there was a big one. We used to call him Jack the Gyppo. And he was a bully. When I met him first was when I was doing my training in Oakdale, and he was on my case all the time. I was kind of into bodybuilding, and he could obviously see I was kind of built for my age. And he used to call me “Ay, Tarzan!” like “What are you doing? Ay, Tarzan!” And he’d get in my face all the time.
Do you ever remember Frankie Laine’s song, Sixteen Tons?
I don’t think I know that one.
“Sixteen tons and what did he get, another day older and deeper in debt, oh brother don’t you call me, don’t you call me cause I can’t go. I owe my soul to the company store. I was born one morning when the sun didn’t shine, I picked up my shovel and walked to the mine.” It was all about coal mining, right? Frankie Laine became the Welsh coal miners’ patron saint. We imagine that it’s sung that song just for us.
On the day I decided have a go at Jack the Gyppo, I revved myself up with that. We was out to catch a train, from Oakdale to the town I lived in, Brynmawr, and he would be on it. Anyway, on this particular day, when I got in the station I saw him with one of his mates, and I went right up there, purposefully go into the same compartment as him. I’m singing that song to myself, and I got to the bit, “One fist of iron, and the other of steel. If the right don’t get you, then the left one will.”
I said to him, “Why have you got such a big sloppy mouth?” I said, “Did your mother used to stick you on the window or something like that when she went shopping?” All of a sudden instead of like being right in my face, he started backing off. And I start pulling buttons off the upholstery, and flicking him in the nose. Anyway I’m looking over at his friend, I say, “Hey listen, you know what’s gonna happen here, don’t ya?” I said, “You interfere, and you’re gonna be very sorry.,” As I’m talking to him, he said, “You better look out.” And Jack the Gyppo jumped off his seat and threw a punch, hit me in the chops. Jack was a big guy, I mean a hell of a lot bigger than me, taller, heavier, an ugly talk looking thing. And I found a lot of big guys, when you actually tried them out, couldn’t actually fight to save their lives. They’ve never had to exert themselves or push themselves like a little guy like I did. I tore him inside out and upside down. I must stress I don’t have a little man complex. But, the amount of times I’ve been in a room and somebody’s walked in with a big broken nose, cauliflower ears, scars on their face, and they’ve gone, “Oh god, look over there, wouldn’t wanna to tangle with that guy.” I said, “I would. He’s got marks all over him that proves he can be beaten.” The fight ended when he was lying on the floor bleeding all over the place, and then the next stop we came to, he jumped out of the train and that was that.
I had a reputation for being somebody that hurt people.
[He fires away at him!]
[Adrian was kicking him in the head.]
[Fist city! British Bulldog is what Adrian Street calls this submission hole! The British Bulldog!]
I’ve got so many ways to hurt you, you’d have to invent new ways to scream. Hahaha. I think I was in Texas or somewhere like that, and there was a commentator there as I was walking into the ring, “Oh hell, here comes Adrian Street. Oh, oh, just look at him, what a strange character. When he walks into the ring, damn me, he looks like a French poodle. But damn me when he gets in the ring and that bell goes, he’s no French poodle. That French poodle turns into a, an American pitbull.”
[A good wrestling machine this Exotic Adrian Street.]
[A very good wrestler.]
Everybody including my opponents would underestimate me.
[The most unusual wrestler you’ve ever seen in your life.]
I’d be mincing around the ring, I’d be blowing kisses
[Don’t let all of his affectations fool you a bit.]
I carried the act until the last minute.
[He is a very very dangerous man in the ring.]
And all of a sudden, I did turn into an American pitbull.
Is wrestling fake? Put it this way, I could get ahold of your fingers, I could get ahold of your wrist, I could get ahold of your arm, and I could yawn while I was breaking it. Now, how exciting would that look to a crowd? Now to make it exciting for the crowd, you sort of grunt, and “Rrraw” and make the face look more vicious and more sort of spiteful, even though you’re not using your full strength. And not only that, I don’t want to rip your arm out by its socket, which I could. You’re in the ring, you know for the same reason that I am. You’re trying to earn a living, and you’re not going to be wrestling tomorrow night if I rip your shoulder out. Look at it this way, this is something I’ve told my students too, you go in the ring, and you wrestle the other guy, you might be capable of making the other guy look like crap. But don’t forget that it’s the promoter has the last word as to who wins and who doesn’t.
Wrestling in my time was not fake. Fixed, yes, but not fake. Now, any sport, any sport you care to mention, if there’s money, if there’s an angle, if there’s a way of making more money for whoever’s presenting the thing, it’s fixed. Horse racing, football, rugby, you name it, it’s done. Wrestling was often fixed because if they had somebody that had a lot of money in it, they’re imported from another country, the only way they’re going to make their money back is if this guy is going to be a big draw. The only way he can be a big draw is a winner. They put him on with me, like John promotion did sometimes, you got some, so American, he’s got a bit of a name and everything like that, He comes over, they paid a lot of money, they put them on with me, “Oh, Adrian, you know, we’ve got money invested in this guy, blah, blah, blah, blah, he wins.” Not in my bloody backyard you don’t, mate. You know, okay. I’m sort of paid to do what they tell me. So in the end, okay, the guy might win. But I tell you what, you’re going to have a damn rough time when he gets there. I’m going to kick him inside out because of the promoters are watching, they’re going to go “Oh damn,” like you know, “We got him on with Adrian a couple of times next week. Look what Adrian’s doing to him. We can’t possibly let him win when he wrestles with Adrian again, because it just wouldn’t look right. He’s actually losing the match, even if he gets the result at the end.” Now the thing is, do you think my opponent doesn’t know that? And the only way he’s going to keep earning big money is to beat the crap out of me. So the thing is, it becomes real. It becomes as real as it could possibly be.
Can you tell me more about the transition into good guy, how did that come about?
There was a news broadcaster, his name was Ron Goldnick.
[Normally on Friday nights, I tell you about the wild antics the wrestlers perform in the ring, but last night, I found out a different side of wrestling.]
All of a sudden he was trying to get in touch with me. There was a young girl named Lisa Rush.
[13 year old Lisa Rush had been bedridden.]
She had cystic fibrosis.
[She had requested to meet her favorite wrestler, and his valet Miss Linda.]
They thought that she only had about 48 hours to live, and like almost like the eleventh hour, Linda and I attended the hospital.
Flashback Adrian: You’re the first one to get one of these, it’s very first one.
Adrian: I took t-shirts, like Exotic Adrian t-shirts.
Flashback Adrian: Especially for you.
Lisa Rush: I’ll never take it off.
Adrian: And I gave this little girl a hug, and she was like a thirteen, fourteen year-old girl something like that. And honestly she was like a little bag of bones, I mean, you just thought she was only half her age. And I said to her, “Listen Lisa, you wanted to meet us,” I said, “We wanted to meet you,” I said, “But now there’s only one thing that you’ve got to promise me to do,” I said, “You’ve gotta get better.”
Flashback Adrian: And when you’re feeling really tough and strong, you’ve got to come in the ring with uh, you’ve got to come in the ring with Miss Linda–
Adrian: “The thing is Linda’s my valet, but Linda needs a valet.” I said, “You’re the one I picked. So you’ve got to get better.”
Flashback Adrian: Now you’re gonna be, you’re gonna be our valet. Okay?
[In the ring, Adrian Street is a bad man, but last night, he warmed the heart of a thirteen year old girl. He was a class act. From South Alabama Med Center, I’m Ron Goldnick.]
Adrian: She started getting better, they took her off some of her medications, they even started wheeling her outside around the hospital grounds. They let her go home. Eventually, she took up ballet, and she was actually little ballet dancer for a while.
[Exotic Adrian usually blows kisses to everyone when he steps into the ring, he planted one on her cheek right there and she lit up. If I saw Adrian, I’d kiss him myself, but he might misunderstand.]
[He might, that’s nice. A good guy–]
Adrian: Ha, that little girl ruined the villainous image that I had in that territory at the time. You know the funny thing is, when I was a bad guy, when I was a villain, people didn’t like that I was using that sort of style, that sort of gimmick to upset my opponent. Touching up the backside are grab him and give him a kiss. They were upset by that because I was doing it to their hero and diminishing him. When finally I turned into a good guy, I did exactly the same things to the bad guys that I did to the good guys, and they loved me doing it. The crowd’d go, “Go on, kiss him Adrian, kiss him Adrian!” Go in Adrian, sort of do this, going Adrian do that!
I never ever, never never ever, said I was gay. I was interviewed lots of times and they came right to the point and said “Are you gay or what?” I’d go, “Oh really! Really!” When anybody tries to infer in any way shape or form but I am effeminate, it makes me want to scream.
Flashback Adrian: Well hello, it’s wonderful, absolutely wonderful to be here oh, I’ve been absolutely overwhelmed with fan mail from females and things like that asking me out for lunch and dates, asking me out for dinner dates, but I’m very sorry girls, I haven’t got the time, and I absolutely lack the incentive.
Adrian: I wouldn’t say, “Oh yes I’m gay!” or anything like that, which would have got a reaction, which would have got attention, which you gotta heat. But the trouble is you come out with something like that, and next thing is they can put you in a box, they’ve got you labeled, I said I wouldn’t, I wouldn’t stay in a box. The box isn’t for me.
Flashback Adrian: Can you really imagine me and my favorite restaurant, sharing a chateaubriand with some redneck female Hood be far better off sitting in the back of a pickup truck, gorging herself with greasy hamburgers off paper plates. Not for me, thank you very much. No way.
Did you view the character as making fun of gay people or making fun of people’s homophobia, or how did you view the, how the character sort of fit in?
You know, I’ve been asked that question before, there was a gay person that did documentary a number of years ago, and he said but not-flamboyant gay people were offended by what I did. That they didn’t like the idea of me, how can I say it, like giving gay people or something like that a bad name by doing it. And I said, you shouldn’t be offended by that because I’m sort of actually mimicking flamboyant gay people. You know, if it come to that, I mean, flamboyant gay people are actually imitating women. So what’s the difference?
I gotta ask you a question actually? You’re asking me a lot about sort of gay stuff, are you gay?
I, I’m not, no.
But I think that’s something that I do find really, really fascinating, I think that’s, you’re this very like super macho guy but then you also played this like effeminate character, and I think the–
–the two, I find very very interesting.
I find it interesting too, and the thing is, I regard anything–believe what you want to believe, do whatever you want to do, just don’t interfere with anybody else or harm anybody else while you’re doing it. That includes preaching about it, whether it’s religion or whether it’s like, oh you should try it dear, you know, I mean, don’t knock it unless you’ve tried it, which I’ve heard a million times. My response to that actually if they sort of got like a little insistent is, I’ve never eaten dogshit but I’m bloody sure I wouldn’t like it.
Are you there?
I, I am. Yeah. Just sort of thinking that one through.
[Laugh]. I was going to say people are what they are, and you know I mean, be yourself, whatever it is, you know as long as you don’t harm anybody else. I hope I’m not being sort of politically incorrect or anything like that, but I don’t know, but I would imagine most gay people can’t help or don’t want to help being what they are, and I think people out to be what they are.
All my life, as a professional wrestler–something I dreamed and craved to do, and wanted to be great at–one thing that haunted me all through my career is, I know that one day I’m going to be standing in the rain, and this is going to be my last time, this is going to be the last time I actually perform. And the thought that I knew one day I’d have to live that moment was almost like contemplating death. The last show that I did was in Graysville June the 14th 2014, about three and a half years ago. Final match a wrestler the game called Ian Flex, he was less than half my age and I would say give or take about twice my weight. I beat him, kept a title, and I retired undefeated as the NWA heavyweight champion. I had fifty-seven years is a professional wrestler. I’ve engaged in fifteen thousand professional contests, most of which I’ve won. I’ve been a world champion, I’ve held four world titles in three different weight divisions, I don’t know anybody that’s ever done that. And I’m very proud of my legacy.
I could be a Tulip. I could be a man. The only way of knowing is to catch me if you can. You can suppose what you wanna suppose, but I’m just a sweet transvestite with a broken nose. I’ve got to be royalty, my blood must be blue, I’m King of the ring, and I’m Queen of it, too. Have you ever seen muscles on a rose? I’m just a sweet transvestite with a broken nose. I’ll kiss you or kick you, that’s what I like the best. I’m as tough as Marciano and as sexy as Mae West. As cute as Shirley Temple, and as fast as Bruce Lee. I could kill a man, eventually.
Did I mention that DJ Jimmy Savile was over here? Jimmy Savile had like a big name, he was like a big DJ and all the rest of it. I mean he was a tough guy I suppose to an extent sent because you used to do all kinds of things, he did like the basic training with the Royal Marines and he’d do all kinds of stuff like that to put himself over as a tough guy, but it’s all like publicity stunts more than anything else. I knew that he wanted to be a professional wrestler or engage in professional wrestling for the same thing. One of the big promoters who we wrestle for said, “Ohh, like we,” you know, “that’d be great if you put them on the card and everything that like.” Anyway, not because he was a big name, a big celebrity and everything like that, he puts them on to wrestle with me in the main time, a main event with this Jimmy Savile. I couldn’t believe but they’d actually put me on with him, I thought this is a joke, surely.
Ted Beresford came into my dressing room and he brought Jimmy Savile with him. He said, “I want to introduce you to Jimmy Savile, you’ll be wrestling with him tonight.” I said, “Yeah, all right. Hello.” He said, “Adrian,” he said, “I’d like you to do a draw. You get a fall and then Jimmy Savile gets the last fall.” I said, “Piss off!” I said, “He’s getting nothing!” “Don’t be like that Adrian, don’t underestimate him, he’s done this, he’s done that, he’s done something else.” I said, “Let’s see if he can wrestle.” I ripped him inside out, I tore all the hair out of his head, he looks like an Indian had scalped him, there was blood everywhere. I kicked him, I punched him. For one thing, I was embarrassed going in the ring with the bloody guy. And another thing is, I was embarrassed that he was even in the business. So I wanted him out of it, and I put him out of it, he never ever wrestled again. I pounded the living crap out of him. But you know the funny thing is, the newspapers were full of it a little while later. Jim’ll fix it for the kids and everything like that, he was molesting the hell out of ’em. We didn’t know at the time, we knew that he liked young girls cause he used to boast about it, but we didn’t know how young. Everybody hated me for smashing him to pieces and everything like that back in the day. Everybody congratulates me now, they said, “You should’ve killed him.”
The Exotic Adrian Street
Nick van der Kolk, Host and Director
Steven Jackson, Producer