Tazz
Tazz: The Human Suplex Machine "Here Comes the Pain." Some wrestlers towered over their opponents. Some relied on impossible athleticism. Some captivated audiences with movie-star charisma. Then there was Tazz . He was none of those things. He didn't need to be. Standing barely over five and a half feet tall, Tazz walked into arenas filled with giants and somehow looked like the most dangerous man in the building. He carried himself with a quiet confidence that bordered on menace. There was no elaborate costume. No flamboyant entrance. No larger-than-life theatrics. Just a black towel draped over his head. Orange lights cutting through the darkness. And a look that told the world one simple truth. Someone was about to suffer. Tazz wasn't built like the superheroes of professional wrestling. He was built like a weapon. Born in the Extreme Before WWE embraced "sports entertainment," another promotion was redefining professional wrestlin...