I remember Kendo Nagasaki, who wore a mask and never showed his face. Super intriguing for an 11-year-old.
He said he'd remove it if he ever lost and that was the excitement, with opponents pretending to try to rip the mask off whenever they had a chance.
When he did eventually lose, true to his word he ceremoniously removed his disguise, revealing finally that... he was just some bloke!
Bloody disappointing, that - don't know what else I expected, though?
The baddies (Mick McManus, Steve Logan, and my favourite Mark Rocco) were always more exciting than the boring goodies (The Royals, Les Kellet, and the mums' fave glamour-boy Steve Vidor).
Also remember 26-stone Big Daddy (Shirley Crabtree, brother of referee Brian) totally making an arse out of 35-stone Giant Haystacks.
Jeez, when I think that my dad used to love all this, and he was a grown-up!?! :-)