The 25-year-old Mejia watched the @WWE religiously. He practiced moves. He came up with a nickname, Triple V.
He even had something worth fighting for: His sister became paralyzed after an accident, and the money could help his mom renovate the house to be accessible.
“We found out within thirty seconds he didn’t need any training,” said Mojo. “He knew all the moves.”
The plan followed quickly from there. The group booked a venue, the 3,000 seat Phillips Center in downtown Orlando, and put tickets for sale online. The arena sold out in less than an hour.
They needed a musical act, and @official_flo agreed to participate.
Then they worked on Mejia’s routine.
“He was commanding the ring like a pro,” said Mojo. “He was going to tag out at one point, and he went, ‘No! One more move!’”
The night of Dream Mania, Mejia entered the ring to pyrotechnics and pump-up music. When he body slammed his opponent and earned the victory, the whole crowd chanted “Triple V! Triple V!” over and over.
It was like the "Peanut Butter Falcon" in real life.
But that's not the end of the story. Triple V's next dream is to wrestle in the @WWE—and he's already well on his way. He just signed a manager and has contracts for three more fights with independent promotions.
There's a petition with 26,000 signatures telling @VinceMcMahon to sign Triple V.
Let’s make it happen. The WWE always has heroes and villains. But they’ve never had somebody like this. It’s a story so good, they won’t need to script a thing.
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The golf we get to see at #TheMasters is only a fraction of the memorable moments in the course's history.
The craziest round of golf at Augusta National ever happened in 1983, and it featured Ronald Reagan, 7 hostages, and an early cell phone.
This is the wild story.
It was October 22, 1983, and President Reagan was in Augusta, GA, for a bucket list round of golf. His Secretary of State was a member at the course and so some of the cabinet had traveled to Georgia for a day at the hallowed course.
Reagan teed off a little before noon.
At 2:15 pm, a man named Charlie Harris barreled his Dodge truck through an unmanned gate at the country club. A bottle of tequila rattled on the floorboards.
He drove up to the clubhouse, and pointed a .38 caliber pistol at a chauffeur.