Tom Dynamite Kid Billington could well be the wrestler most loathed by his peers and that includes his friends and family. Heavy muscles artificially packed onto a small frame, in his heyday the Kid was probably the finest and most exciting professional wrestler in the west, named as such by no less a talent than Bret Hart himself. Hed inspire countless wrestlers with his hard-hitting, death-defying style, amongst them one Chris Benoit, who idolised him. Now Billington lives in a crapped-out council estate in England, by all reports confined to a wheelchair, broke and filled with hate and there are few that would argue that he didnt deserve it. A vicious, racist thug, a man with more weasels thrashing around in his head than he had brains, Billington would be the curse of every locker room and family get-together, a near-psychotic, nasty piece of work. Imagine the worst of all possible school bullies, literally on steroids and with an honorary degree in stretching and hooking earned from Stu Harts Dungeon. The stories about him include how he literally tortured his wife with agonising shoot holds that popped out her jaw (horrifyingly, absolutely true) and tying his own niece down to a bed and breaking her kneecaps in order to commit insurance fraud (hopefully apocryphal, but crucially no one would put it past him). The Dynamite Kid, one of the greatest professional wrestlers of all time, still alive but disabled after a recent stroke and living in constant pain, is anathema to the industry precisely because of the kind of man he is.
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