Wrestling with the Devil: The True Story of a World Champion Professional Wrestler-His Reign, Ruin, and Redemption

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Lex Luger, wrestling megasensation and three-time world heavyweight champion, ruled the ring for years as “The Total Package.” Whether he was making a dramatic entrance from a helicopter, defeating champ Hulk Hogan, or sculpting a near-perfect physique, Lex was on top of his game. Yet backstage, he was wrestling with addictions to sex, drugs, and alcohol—things he clung to even when his mistress died suddenly of a drug overdose and Lex went to jail. There, Lex faced the truth: he was losing the fight for his ...
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Lex Luger, wrestling megasensation and three-time world heavyweight champion, ruled the ring for years as “The Total Package.” Whether he was making a dramatic entrance from a helicopter, defeating champ Hulk Hogan, or sculpting a near-perfect physique, Lex was on top of his game. Yet backstage, he was wrestling with addictions to sex, drugs, and alcohol—things he clung to even when his mistress died suddenly of a drug overdose and Lex went to jail. There, Lex faced the truth: he was losing the fight for his life. And still awaiting him was his most brutal opponent yet, when the wrestling champ found himself helplessly paralyzed from the neck down. In Wrestling with the Devil, Lex Luger reveals never-before-told stories from his career, his struggle with personal demons, and how, through unexpected faith, grace, and redemption, he overcame all odds to fight the only battle that really matters.

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Lex Luger always made headlines. He made sports front pages winning three world heavyweight championships, demolishing high-profile rivals, and changing sponsors. Then, after his semi-retirement, he galvanized media attention with arrests for domestic abuse, drug possession, and other felony accounts. And then things got even worse. His life hit a new low in late 2007 when he suffered a spinal stroke that reduced this once consummate athlete into an insecure quadriplegic. Only a religious conversion and a continuing recovery reversed his decline and transformed him into a man who finally knew what he had been doing. A memoir with crossover appeal for religion readers.

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  • ISBN-13: 9781414378725
  • Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers
  • Publication date: 8/13/2013
  • Pages: 248
  • Sales rank: 157,922
  • Product dimensions: 6.10 (w) x 9.00 (h) x 1.00 (d)

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WRESTLING WITH THE DEVIL

THE TRUE STORY OF A WORLD CHAMPION PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER-HIS REIGN, RUIN, AND REDEMPTION


By LEX LUGER, Bonne Steffen

Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2013 Lex Luger
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4143-7872-5


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CHAPTER 1

BUFFALO BOY


"You'll never catch me!"

From the time I was a small boy growing up in Buffalo, New York, I loved to run. I'd race up and down the sidewalk as fast as I could for hours. It probably looked strange to passersby, but the way the wind felt on my face when I accelerated gave me a deep sense of joy. Maybe, in reality, I was releasing pent-up energy. But whatever the reason, I didn't stop. Mom would say that I was like "greased lightning." It definitely was an asset in neighborhood games of tag—no one could get their hands on me. If anyone got close, I'd swerve at the last second and watch my pursuer stumble and fall. I prided myself on never being tagged "it"—unless I wanted to be. And if I did, I would run circles around everyone else. When I was old enough for a bike, I'd speed around the block, pedaling so hard I should have been airborne.

In the 1950s, Buffalo was still a blue-collar steel town, known for its proximity to Niagara Falls and what would become its world-famous Buffalo wings. But my family was defined by something different: music.

Roger Pfohl and Marion Monteith were both students at the University of Buffalo when they met. My dad was a brilliant musician, with his sights set on becoming a concert pianist. My mom was brilliant academically—she had been valedictorian of her high school class, with the added distinction of carrying the highest grade point average (nothing but As) of all the students in the Buffalo school system throughout her entire education. She would go on to excel in college, both as an undergrad and while getting her master's degree.

My parents met their first year in college. Mom was singing in the choir, and Dad was the accompanist for the Christmas concert. After one particular practice, all the girls gathered around the piano while my dad played a few bars of various songs, challenging the girls to "name that tune." He began with popular melodies, which were readily guessed. But then he decided to throw in something classical—an obscure piece by Chopin called "Revolutionary Étude"—to stump the group. His plan to outwit the girls almost worked, but with her rich classical music background, my mom recognized the piece immediately. Dad couldn't help but be impressed.

The two started talking and discovered how much they had in common. My dad had been a child prodigy on the piano, while my mom's father, William Monteith, who played tuba in the Buffalo Philharmonic Orchestra, was gifted with natural musical talent and taught himself to play nine instruments. Mom and Dad began to spend more time together, and before too long they fell in love and got married. When my brother, Barry, was born, Dad dropped out of school and began working as a security guard at the Trico factory, where windshield wipers were made. Three years later my sister, Barbara, came along. And while she was still a toddler, I arrived on June 2, 1958.

At this point my dad was still working at Trico. I remember thinking his uniform was cool because it made him look like a policeman. But it wasn't long before my parents launched their own small business directly tied to their passion for music.

My dad had learned how to tune pianos and was making extra money by working part-time for other people. With his skill in demand, it made perfect sense for my parents to start their own business. They began buying old pianos for next to nothing, then restoring and reselling them. Every instrument was perfectly tuned, fitted with new keys and strings, and refinished until the cosmetic flaws vanished. Before long, they had more pianos than space to work on them. They opened a small storefront called Roger's Quality Pianos and Organs, located on Main Street in Buffalo. Dad's uniform was now a suit and tie, and he slicked his hair back with Brylcreem. I wanted to be just like my dad, so I insisted on wearing a suit to kindergarten every day. Eventually, the kindergarten teacher called my mom.

"Mrs. Pfohl, it's really difficult for the class to finger paint when Larry is always wearing a suit." By first grade, I had outgrown my suit phase.

* * *

My parents' enterprise grew rapidly as satisfied customers spread the word. Soon everything was moved to a bigger space across the street. Mom and Dad made a dynamic team. I believe that their honesty and integrity fueled their success. And it certainly helped that my dad could play—the pianos practically walked out the door after he sat down and touched the keys. It didn't matter whether it was an upright, spinet, or concert grand; the sound he created was magical and profitable.

When business picked up, Dad added Sunday hours—now the store was open seven days a week. Before the store opened on weekends, Barry, Barbara, and I had various tasks to complete. As the youngest, I mopped the floors, cleaned the windows and bathroom, and dusted the pianos and organs. After my dad paid me for a job well done, I'd celebrate with a lunch of a burger, fries, and a vanilla milk shake at Charlie's, the soda fountain across the street. On other occasions, I'd stroll over to the drugstore next door and pick up the latest Superman comic book and all the candy my remaining money would buy. (I've always loved my sweets.)

The store required a lot of my parents' time, so after school we kids were left on our own until Mom came home to make dinner. I took full advantage of that liberty. My brother and sister were probably supposed to keep an eye on me, but they were doing their own thing with their friends. I'd get home from grade school, change clothes, search for something to eat, then head out to explore for the rest of the afternoon—free as a bird.

The neighborhood we lived in looked like the opening scene of the movie Rudy—lots of concrete, chain-link fences, and a plaza with a Woolworth's, a barbershop, a drugstore, and other places to hang out. I became a regular there. The more I was on my own, the happier I was. I liked being able to do what I wanted, when I wanted.

But because I came from a musically talented family, there were still expectations placed on me. All of us kids took piano lessons. Barry began with piano then switched to guitar, while Barbara became accomplished at the keyboard and also sang. But me? It was like being marched to my execution when the piano teacher, Mrs. Feldmann, came to our house once a week.

I was ten years old and determined to make my piano lessons miserable for everyone. I vowed to wear down my teacher—and my parents—until they all backed down and surrendered to my demands. Mrs. Feldmann was old. I figured she was probably born when dinosaurs were alive. She wore thick glasses and smelled like mothballs. I scooted as far away from her on the bench as I could, trying not to fall off the end.

In hindsight, I have to give Mrs. Feldmann credit. She patiently encouraged me, going over the same things, week after week. "C'mon, Larry," she'd say. "Be patient, and you'll see some progress. Just stay with it. Let's begin again."

Bam! Bam! Bam!

I banged the keys violently and screamed, "Leave me alone. I hate this!" My outbursts must have pierced my mother's heart as she waited for the half-hour lesson to be over, embarrassed at my behavior and stunned by my declaration. But it was true. I hated anything I didn't excel at, and I was terrible at playing piano. What did I need piano lessons for? Were they going to help me run faster or jump higher? That's all that mattered to me.

* * *

One day in third-grade gym class, my athletic abilities became public. We lined up by grades, five or six kids per heat, on the pavement behind the school for five different fitness activities. I took off like a shot in the fifty-yard dash, my closest competitor twenty yards behind me. I'll never forget the look on my gym teacher's face when I finished. His mouth had dropped open, his eyes riveted on his stopwatch. Something must have happened, I thought. Well, I'll be happy to do it again. I got my wish.

After the second heat, my teacher went over to the table where the official times were being recorded. A few minutes later, I learned why everyone was so excited: my time had blown the competition away—breaking the school record for the third grade and beating out all the fourth and fifth graders as well. I knew I was fast, but I had no idea I was that fast. I marveled at my ability and how easy it was for me.

Not only did I have lightning speed, I soared over the high jump—breaking the third-grade school record handily. I excelled in every fitness test, scoring above 100 percent across the board. My playground cred skyrocketed; everyone began treating me differently. I often heard my closest friends defending me to older kids.

"Larry is the fastest kid in the whole school, and he's only in the third grade." "Yeah, and he can jump the highest too!"

I would smile like a king, holding court while sitting on the monkey bars at recess, showing off my skills from time to time. I really am talented. Different from the rest of my family, but still the best at what I do.

My parents' reaction to my achievements didn't surprise me. Sports was foreign territory to them, light-years away from their world of music and art. They were happy for me, but with no point of reference, it seemed to me that the significance of my abilities was lost on them. That was okay. My natural talent didn't match any of my family's. But I was exceptional at something, and I'd stand out on my own.

During the 1968 Summer Olympics in Mexico City, I was glued to the TV. I loved every minute of it, especially the track-and-field events. My parents were at the store during most of the two-week broadcast, but my brother and sister would occasionally watch with me.

We were together when Bob Beamon obliterated the world long jump record with a distance of 29 feet 2-½ inches, so far that it exceeded the optical measuring device. People called it the "Leap of the Century," convinced it would stand until the millennium. When Beamon collapsed on the track after hearing his final distance, I sprang off the couch and announced to my siblings, "I'm going to break his world record someday!"

But that wasn't the only record I wanted to break. I concentrated on every stride that American runners Tommie Smith and John Carlos took in the 200-meter sprint. When they raised their black-gloved fists to the sky as our national anthem was played, I didn't realize what it meant or what all the fuss was about afterward. I simply admired how fast they ran and wanted to break their records too.

So I ran and ran and jumped and jumped, an enjoyable regimen. If anyone asked me what I was doing, I would quickly reply: "Training."

I didn't get a pass from playing music, though. In the next year, the piano lessons had been abandoned, but Grandpa Monteith attempted to teach me to play the trombone for band. I flat-out refused to practice but was still expected to play in a school parade when I was in fourth grade. I couldn't play a single note of the songs, but I had an ingenious plan.

Watching the musicians on either side of me, I raised my trombone, pressed my lips against the mouthpiece, puffed out my cheeks, and moved the brass slide. March, puff, slide—perfectly synchronized. I smiled to myself. I'm good. No one was the wiser. My "Milli Vanilli" performance would have fooled even my grandfather if he had been there.

* * *

At school, I enjoyed the sports in gym class but never chose to play on any organized team in the summer like most of my classmates. I was so focused on my track-and-field goals that I became oblivious to most other sports. One day in sixth grade I happened to see some boys shooting hoops in the neighborhood. Looks like fun and pretty easy. I can do that. So I asked if I could try a few shots. I dribbled a few times to get a feel for the ball. I didn't make any baskets on my first attempts, but I was hooked. From that point on, I spent hours at my friends' houses playing basketball. It made sense to switch to an indoor sport because Buffalo winters are cold, and it's hard to run in the snow and ice. I played basketball in an after-school recreation league. By the end of the season, I had proved myself to be one of the best players, if not the best.

I asked my parents for a basketball hoop at home so I could practice anytime. At first my dad said no, but he eventually came around. I would shoot for hours and never tire of it. Sometimes my brother would join me in a lively game. A good athlete, Barry could give me a workout. Inside the house, I worked on perfecting my vertical leap, aggravating my mother when she'd find fresh smudge marks from my hands on the white ceiling.

Fortunately, there was always a pickup game going on somewhere nearby. And being good at sports made it easier for me to make friends when we moved to a new neighborhood in Buffalo. As my parents' business grew, my dad relocated us several times. As soon as kids found out what I could do, everyone wanted me to be on their team.

Being good at sports really expanded my influence. I could rally kids around me to do just about anything I asked them to do—good or bad.

* * *

The shoplifting started small—a few things pocketed here and there at the mall. My middle school friends and I hung out there a lot. We'd spend hours in the stores, trying on the newest athletic wear, jewelry, and clothes. The first time I successfully swiped a pair of Converse tennis shoes (this was before security scanners at store exits), I was pumped. The thrill of defying the authorities, especially pulling off something right under their noses, was exhilarating. Before long, we were taking orders from our classmates, stealing the merchandise, and selling it. To us, it was a game.

This went on for weeks. One night, a friend and I were caught. After the security guard called my friend's parents, I gave him the number for my parents' store.

"I have your son in my office. He was caught stealing," the guard said into the phone. "Would you like to come get him?"

The guard seemed taken aback by the response. He hung up the phone and looked at me. "He said to lock you up and throw away the key."

"You must have talked to my dad," I said. "Call back and ask for my mom."

Fortunately for me, the mall didn't file charges, believing it was my first offense. My mom eventually picked me up, barely saying a word to me. When we got home, I immediately went to my room. I heard Dad come home later that evening and braced myself for a beating with his belt. "Lawrence, I'm beyond disappointed with you," he said. "I don't even recognize you as my son. No son of mine would steal something that wasn't his. I didn't raise my children that way."

His words were chilling and hurt me more than any physical punishment from him. I was grounded for a month.

My parents seemed stunned by this latest development and probably wondered where my total disregard for everything they had taught me came from. Were sports to blame? The people I hung out with?

* * *

My passion for sports seemed to remain a mystery to my parents. Initially, I think they liked the idea of me being supervised by adults in some activity, but it was still a challenge to get them to agree to everything I asked. When I entered ninth grade, my friends convinced me to go out for football in the fall. Since I wanted to spend time with my friends, I brought home the parental permission slip for my dad to sign. He refused.

"That isn't a sport! They're like gladiators out there. What's sporting about putting on pads and running into other people? What good could possibly come of that?"

I knew he didn't want any feedback from me. When Dad spoke, we all listened. Everything was pretty much black-and-white for him; he was serious about everything, including my name. Everybody called me "Lar," including my mom and siblings. It made perfect sense to my father why he never used it.

"Look at your birth certificate," Dad would explain. "I did not name you Lar, and I did not name you Larry. I named you Lawrence. That's the name we chose for you." To this day, I'm Lawrence to him—always have been, always will be.

I forged my dad's name on the permission slip. For a while, he didn't even know I was playing, but my mom did. She tried to come to as many of my games as possible when she could get away from the store.
(Continues...)


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Table of Contents

Contents

Foreword by Steve Borden, aka Sting....................     ix     

Prologue....................     xi     

1. Buffalo Boy....................     1     

2. An Attitude in the Making....................     11     

3. The Old College Try....................     21     

4. A Colorful Group of Friends....................     35     

5. Ready for Some Football....................     43     

6. Lex Luger Is Born....................     55     

7. Riding with the Four Horsemen....................     73     

8. Things Are A-Changin'....................     83     

9. Jumping to the WWF....................     97     

10. Surprise, Surprise, Surprise....................     109     

11. Monday Night Warfare....................     115     

12. Transformations....................     121     

13. Injury and Intrigue....................     125     

14. "Celebrating" My Success....................     131     

15. "I Can't Believe This Is Happening!"....................     141     

16. An Unexpected Twist and Turn....................     149     

17. Going Down Fast....................     155     

18. The Wake-Up Dream....................     163     

19. My Luck Runs Out....................     169     

20. A True Friend in the Cobb County Jail....................     175     

21. Reconstruction on the Rock....................     183     

22. A Whole New Life....................     189     

23. Becoming a New Creation....................     197     

24. The Challenge....................     203     

25. The Shepherd Center....................     209     

Epilogue: The Good News....................     219     

An Invitation to the Journey....................     221     

Acknowledgments....................     225     

About the Authors....................     227     


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  • Posted August 13, 2013

    I Also Recommend:

    This is a beautifully told story dealing with addictions to drug

    This is a beautifully told story dealing with addictions to drugs, sex, and alcohol. There are many stories from inside the wrestling industry. It is a great book.

    14 out of 14 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 20, 2013

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    Lex Luger definitely thinks a lot of himself. His story is very

    Lex Luger definitely thinks a lot of himself. His story is very interesting, but also fairly egotistical. Overall I enjoyed the book.

    11 out of 12 people found this review helpful.

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    Posted August 24, 2013

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    I loved watching Lex Luger wrestle on tv during his hay day. I a

    I loved watching Lex Luger wrestle on tv during his hay day. I always wondered what became of him. I found this book to be a very interesting account of his life - from childhood to wrestling fame to self destruction to rebirth. His new found faith in God is incredibly inspirational.

    10 out of 10 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 12, 2013

    Hulk Hogan Andre the Giant Jimmy Superfly Snuka The Nature Boy R

    Hulk Hogan
    Andre the Giant
    Jimmy Superfly Snuka
    The Nature Boy Rick Flair
    Ole and Arn Anderson
    Junk Yard Dog

    If those names are familiar to you and strike a memorable chord with you, then this book may very well be for you.  I grew up watching WCW, WWF, and NWA on Saturdays after my paper route.  I watched the cartoon and even bought some of the large, rubber action figures.  I had my favorites and I anticipated the cage matches.  But there was one wrestler who was at the top of my list of favorites – and I do not say this because I received the book.  Instead, I requested the book BECAUSE he was my favorite. 

    Lex Luger!

    Just the name brings back fond memories.  I remember the black trunks and boots.  I remember looking at his physique, which was my early introduction to the world of chiseled physiques.  I all-around enjoyed watching him.

    And I thoroughly enjoyed reading his book.  Born Lawrence Pfohl, Lex Luger broke into the professional wrestling scene as a top performer.  But his path to success was fraught with pitfalls, most of them self-made.  Lex was an athlete who had the potential to have a successful NFL career, but it would never be.  He virtually ruined his chances as a trouble-making college athlete, and that path directed him toward professional wrestling.  But it wasn’t until his wrestling career took off that Lex’s lifestyle caught up with him.  Sinking in a world of drugs, alcohol, women, and money, it’s what God used to capture his attention.  Finally.  While serving time in jail, Lex met a chaplain.  At first, Lex only used the chaplain to get out of his cell for a while.  But after a while, he began to grow on Lex.  After Lex’s release from jail, the pastor pursued Lex without badgering him about Jesus Christ.  Finally, one day Lex began asking questions, and that’s when the floodgates opened!

    Today, Lex Luger – Lawrence Pfohl – is a follower of Jesus Christ, telling his inspirational story to others who find themselves struggling with handicaps and addictions.  “Wrestling with the Devil” is inspirational in the fitness realm, but is even more inspirational in the missional realm.  It raised important questions in my own mind, like:\
     - Do I befriend people for right reasons, introducing them to Jesus along the way?  Or do I evangelize “drive-by” style?
     - Am I committed to make lasting life changes, and inspire others to do so as well?
     - Could I love a person out of their addictions, even if I was mistreated or “used” in the process?
    -  Do I have my priorities in order, or do temporal things occupy my commitments?

    Rating: I loved this book.  I was inspired in areas of physical fitness, evangelism, and personal growth.  This title captured all three elements very well.  Kudos to Lawrence "Lex" on this one, and thank you, Lex, for letting me peek into your world.
    Disclaimer: I received this book free of charge from Tyndale House Publishing (Blogging for Books) in exchange for my unbiased review of it.  I was not promised rewards or threatened in any way to provide a positive review.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 21, 2013

    Incredible Story - Must Read!

    Wrestling the Devil By Lex Luger










    After years of hard work, Lex Luger had it all. Fans screaming for him & money rolling in. He was the "All-American". Outside the ring, Lex's life was falling apart bit by bit. He was having a secret affair & a serious drug addiction. His world fell apart when fellow wrestling star who was also his mistress died from a drug overdoes in Lex's apartment. But then the best thing that could have happened to Lex did. He met a pastor who would not give up on him. Slowly but surely Lex found his way to God and was saved. After being saved Lex was in a tragic accident. His newly found faith helped him to power through & be a inspiration to others. His honest memoir, retells his struggles & demons, and how through new found faith he is stronger than ever!

    This story touched me as I was just saved 5 months ago. Lex fought some incredible demons & still found his way to God. It makes me even more glad that I found my way to God as well.
















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    *I recieved a complimentary copy of this book in exchange for review for Tyndale Publishers

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 21, 2013

    Lex Luger shares his story of athletic success, drug abuse, infi

    Lex Luger shares his story of athletic success, drug abuse, infidelity, belief in Christ, and medical crisis.

    I am not a wrestling fan and had never heard of Lex Luger before reading this book. Even after reading the book, I am not a fan of Lex Luger. For the first two-thirds of the book, I kept thinking, how is this a Tyndale book? The most entertaining part of the book for me was when he shared his name was the Narcissist for a time because the whole time I was reading I kept thinking how narcissistic this guy was. Suspecting that at some point he would repent and turn from his past ways (because it is a Tyndale book), I kept reading and waiting for a conversion or a change of heart. It was a little disturbing the way his past life was seemingly glorified, with little discernible remorse.

    I was happy to read that he was introduced to Jesus and turned from drug abuse, but I would have enjoyed reading more about his life now, instead of it being almost an afterthought. It seems that Luger still stuggles with narcissistic tendencies and it would have been interesting to read about how he might be making amends to the people he hurt in his past - especially his wife and children.

    Overall, this is not a book I would recommend to anyone other than wrestling fans. If you are familiar with the world of wrestling, or Lex Luger, you would probably enjoy this book. If not, you might not enjoy it as much.

    I received a copy of this book from Net Galley in exchange for my honest review. All opinions are my own.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 26, 2014

    Let me be honest, I only picked up Wrestling With the Devil at t

    Let me be honest, I only picked up Wrestling With the Devil at the local library because it was part of the 2014 Tyndale Summer Reading Program. Growing up, I remember us kids watching Lex Luger in the wrestling ring and not liking him much. He was so cocky and acted like a jerk. I really did not expect the book to be a good read for me and reluctantly picked it up, having not so good expectations.
    The book starts off with an impressive introduction from the wrestler Sting. Wow! My mind was right away changing about what to expect. In the beginning, Lex describes his growing up years and how different he was from his other family members. He tells how much trouble he was in through school. He really did sound like he was a jerk. He continues to tell of his college years, playing professional football, and finally how he began professional wrestling.
    He goes through his entire wrestling career, including the highs and lows. But it seemed like he was constantly searching for something and never was happy. Bad habits and drugs led to many times in jail.
    Then he discovered the power of becoming a Christian. It was amazing and inspiring to read how much he transformed into a likeable and admirable person. I loved reading about his faith and forgiving and giving nature. Such great testimony and proof that beauty, fame and fortune does not bring happiness but God’s love does.
    After reading for so much in the book about Peggy and the children, I would have liked to have had an update on them. Did the kids go to college as planned? Did Peggy forgive him? Are they friends now? Maybe does not sound like a big deal, but I spent over half of the book reading about them and then they were not mentioned anymore.
    I did enjoy this book and do believe that it is worth a read. I found it to be so inspiring and a reminder that no matter what God forgives and he is always there.
    4 1/2 stars.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 23, 2014

    Reading books off if the Tyndall house summer reading program ge

    Reading books off if the Tyndall house summer reading program gets me out of my comfort zone in the things that I read. Not only am I not a football or wrestling fan, I thought this might be an interesting story. I had never heard of this guy before, nor did the picture on the front ring any bells for me at all. He certainly had an interesting life and redemption story. But he made many mistakes along the way, as most of us do, prior to bring saved. I am curious though if he made amends with his children for what he did. As the story did not address that at the end at all. Interesting read, even if you, like me, are not a sports fan at all. Wresting was described in a way that I now understand it better. Did this book make me a fan and instill a desire in me to watch it? No, not at all. But it was interesting.

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  • Posted June 11, 2014

    While growing up in the Midwest, I would often catch big time wr

    While growing up in the Midwest, I would often catch big time wrestling. I was engrossed with the likes of Macho Man, Hulk Hogan, Andre the Giant, and others. Thus, I was very curious when I saw this book by Lex Luger.

    What a fascinating read. Reading of all that Larry Pfohl (his real name) went through was inspiring and provoking. From being athletic and wanting to play football, to his introduction into entertainment wrestling, Luger rose to astounding heights but like the Prodigal Son, was brought low.

    It started with a desire to be a college football star. Being recruited by some top schools, caused Luger to get a big head but this all changed when he made some stupid decisions. However, the stupid decisions did not end there.

    Luger played Canadian football and was then brought into the NFL. However, during this time, he was introduced to wrestling as a means to make some money in the off-season. It was then that Luger became the wrestler he was known for.

    He trained hard and proved himself which led to making it to the big time. Sadly, a life of drugs and alcohol was not far behind. Living the "good life" as a celebrity and athlete was more than Luger dreamed it would be but more than he bargained for. In time, his life would fall apart, and he a convicted felon. However, God was not done with him.

    I found this to be a great book and an easy read. Seeing how God uses the broken is something all should learn and this book is but one story of such brokenness.

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  • Posted June 11, 2014

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    Reading the book, was a mere reminiscent of my childhood, nothin

    Reading the book, was a mere reminiscent of my childhood, nothing more. The question that constantly linger in my mind when I read biographies was never answered. Throughout the book, he never answered why he behaved as a jerk and what the death of Elizabeth meant to him. Since this book, claims to account the redemption story, using the greatest redemptive story as a mirror for his life before Christ poured His saving grace on him could have gave the biography a lesson readers can take home. As the book stands now, it just a story about the guy who had lots of muscles, wrestled as a pro, did drugs and Christ was preached to him. Period.

    This book was received free for review from Tyndale

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  • Posted March 3, 2014

    Must read for a wrestling or non-wrestling fan

    Fantastic book. In full disclosure I am a wrestling fan and Lex Luger was one of my favorites growing up. I love learning about some of the inner workings of the business, but even more so enjoyed the redemption of a troubled man and seeing him redeemed through Christ. I can honestly say I am a bigger fan of post-wrestling Lex Luger than I even was of him in his prime.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 8, 2014

    GAY

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 28, 2013

    Lame

    I've read many sports biographries and this not worth the read. Heavy on Jesus, light on details...hoped for more.

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  • Posted September 2, 2013

    Lawrence Pfohl, aka Lex Luger, has experienced many 'exciting' t

    Lawrence Pfohl, aka Lex Luger, has experienced many 'exciting' things in his life.  From growing up with a loving family, an obviously gifted in the world of sports child and teen, to college football, even professional football, and then to the heights of professional wrestling, Luger's life was a study in excess.  Some might say he had it all and eventually threw it away, succumbing to the 'lifestyle' and eventually becoming addicted to adoration, as well as drugs and alcohol.  He had affairs, spent time in prison, is apparently still distanced from his ex-wife and children (although he clearly loves them) and hit rock bottom before admitting that he needed help, spiritually and personally.  In 2006 he chose to follow Jesus and his life has never been the same.




    Shortly after making that decision he was paralyzed (in a crazy turn of events), and was diagnosed as a C-5-C6 quadriplegic with very little hope of recovery.  Miraculously, within a year of that diagnoses he was actually able to walk unassisted and even live and drive on his own - just a few of the things doctors said would never happen!  Currently one of his volunteer spots is at the Shepherd Center, the facility he was sent to for his spinal cord injury.  He also works with a non-profit organization called World Wrestling Outreach as well as volunteers to help people with different addictions.




    As I was not extremely familiar with the world of professional wrestling, this was a very interesting book for me.  Don't we all love stories of redemption?  He really owns his shortcomings, and there is no sense that he is trying to look good or paint things in a better light.  For that I truly admire his transparency. Reading between the lines however, it appears that there has not been a reconciliation of any kind with his ex-wife and children, as they are not mentioned at all following the divorce section. If you ever paid any attention to wrestling you will definitely be interested in this book, but I truly think it is a great read for just about anyone.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 16, 2013

    Great book. Quick read. Luger is very truthful and very in-depth

    Great book. Quick read. Luger is very truthful and very in-depth in the experiences in his life and career.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 13, 2013

    This is really a remarkable story of a man who has overcome a nu

    This is really a remarkable story of a man who has overcome a number of personal demons to triumph. You certainly don't have to love wrestling to enjoy this book but I think wrestling fans will enjoy it very much.

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