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"Macho Man" Randy Savage (with Miss Elizabeth) defended the WWE Intercontinental Championship against Ricky "The Dragon" Steamboat.

In the end, after George "The Animal" Steele prevented Savage from using the ring bell, Ricky Steamboat defeated Randy Savage to win the WWE Intercontinental Championship. (Wrestlemania III 3/29/1987)

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Remembering Ed Wood star George Steele on the anniversary o his birth.

R.I.P. 1937 - 2017

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"I tried to get a weird mix of people. Johnny liked the material, he responded to it. I feel close to Johnny because I think somewhere inside we respond to similar things, and this was a chance after working on Edward Scissorhands to be more open.

Edward was interior, this symbol come to life. Ed is more outgoing. It was interesting for me, after working with Johnny before, to explore a more open kind of thing. He did a really good job and he found a tone which I like.

I wanted to go with some knowns and unknowns, Lisa Marie and George Steele hadn't acted before. It was like trying to get a mix of people, just like in Ed Wood's movies. I wanted it to have its own kind of weird energy. With Bill Murray I didn't want to get into the situation where it's like a bunch of cameos. But the great thing about Bill in the movie is that he is a character. It's not like 'Here's Bill Murray'. He plays this weird character that floats in and out.

It was important to me to temper it with people who hadn't acted, or maybe hadn't acted as much, just to create an odd mix.

There's something about Martin Landau. I had a feeling about him. He's a man who's been in showbusiness a long time. I don't know what there was about him that made me connect him with the Bela thing, perhaps just talking to him made be feel he was perfect for the part. He's seen a lot, probably like Bela, and been through lots of things. He's certainly not tragic like Bela, but I think he has been in Hollywood long enough to understand those aspects of it.

I think he could just relate to it, and had been through enough ups and downs to understand Bela Lugosi. He's got his own presence in his own right. He's done the road tour of Dracula. He's been in horror movies. It was a case of 'That guy looks weird, let's put him in a horror movie.' He's been through it. He's worked with Alfred Hitchcock. He's been in cheesy horror movies. It was something he could bring, that knowledge.

As Ed Wood's wife, Kathy, I wanted somebody with a presence, because it's not a big role, she comes into it late. Patricia Arguette's got a gravity that I like, and that's what Kathy needed. Those things are the hardest to pull off, simply being there. You just have to have it, it's not something you can create from an outside source, so I was very happy that she did it because this movie is a hotchpotch of things. It needs the gravity that certain people bring to it." - Tim Burton on the cast of Ed Wood.

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Wrestler ANNUAL: Winter 1983

Unbelievable Violence!!!

SHEIK BATTLES THE ANIMAL INSIDE A CAGE

Put George “The Animal” Steele and The Sheik into one arena, or even one city, and the violence explodes. These two men are incapable of ever stopping. All they know how to do is turn a civilized sport into World War III, as they recently did in Detroit

PHOTOS BY BRAD McFARLIN

RECALLING THE RESPECTIVE careers of The Sheik and George “The Animal” Steele reads like an historical narrative of civil insurrection or bulky FBI files. 

Riots. Bloodshed. Men hospitalized. Women carried from arenas on stretchers. Civilian petitions to ban them. Police investigations. 

But nothing either madman has ever done compared with a recent night in Detroit. It was shocking. Gory. An unbelievable riotous wrestling bout. 

“I don’t like him, hey him, the guy, him, The Sheik,” hissed Steele in the locker before the match. Steele nibbled on a leather belt. 

“Sheik, him, that’s right, that's his name, The Sheik, him, the guy I wrestle. I don’t like him, why? Who. Who do you mean? Yeah, him, The Sheik. He is mean. He calls me names. I don’t like when people call me names. I don’t like that. He is mean. Hey, him, I will crush him until he cannot move. I will nibble and gnaw on his body until all he has, who, him, hey? All he has are his eyeballs and then I will eat them too, yum, yum, eyeballs, yummy.”

Steele bit off a chunk of leather and chomped.

[Was this the most violent match in wrestling history? Little else could be expected after promoters decided to lock George Steele and The Sheik inside a steel cage. Steele has Sheik almost beaten, but loses concentration when he takes time out to taste his own blood (above). Sheik is in agony as Steele crushes the  Arabian into the metal barrier (left).]

The Sheik would not even condescend to make remarks about Steele. His reply to any and all questions consisted of turning those dark Arabic eyes toad the questioner and dropping down his jaw to permit spittle to fall upon his chin. Then he turned away, muttering in a foreign dialect and spitting into his locker. 

Any wrestling arena vibrates with tense anticipation before an exciting match. But this night in  Detroit, there was an added spectator out front. Not anxiousness. Nor anticipation. But fear.

The history of Steele and The Sheik alarms most wrestling people. Many people fear that someday they will end a match with their opponent taken out of the arena and to the morgue. Forever. They go far beyond brutality. Far beyond violence. They attack like subhuman beasts intent on mindless description.

That is what stirs the crowd. Fear. And, since fear often attracts and repels, the spectators gathered in Detroit shifted in their seats, wondering how they would keep their eyes on the match, wondering how they couldn’t watch. 

[Sheik’s face betrays his fear as Steele is about to take a big bite out of the Arabian madman’s leg. Note Steele licking his lips in preparation for his between-meal snack.]

Very quickly into the match, the two men, and we use that world loosely, clawed and bit and punched and kicked like insane animals. The crowd cheered, booed, applauded, gasped. They did everything befitting a huge arena captivated by a glimpse into primitive behavior.

When action spilled out of the ring, bounced off the ring apron and into the front rows, the crowd cheered, screamed, ran away. But all those who ran away eventually paused and looked back. Sheik and Steele continued battling using everything tied down and not tied down as a weapon in their savage struggle.

Blood spewed out of massive cuts on their faces, Still they battled. Still the crowd cheered and jeered, leaping to their feet, waving fists, shouting out encouragement or distaste. But no one looked away.

Eventually the referee had to halt the war. A double disqualification was declared. The men were sent back, half limping, growling to their respective dressing rooms. And the crowd hooted, cheered, booed, applauded. Still they didn’t stop looking.

[Above: The Animal bellows in pain as The Sheik grabs a handful of back hair and pulls. Below: A desperate Sheik takes the high ground in a vain attempt to escape this brutal match.]

Steele forced away attempts to stitch his wounds. He sat for a long while, started drinking disinfectant. H sat for a long while, staring off. “I want to kill that man, no, want to kill him, hey? Him. Hate him,” muttered Steele. “Why? Dunno, just do, just hate him, just want him dead. Dunno? Call me names, say things, act mean to me, hey, dunno. Now? Kill now, no, too tired, too weary, no longer fight now, hurt too much, someday soon, again, will kill again.” The Sheik maintained an impassive facade while his personal Arab physician attended to him. He wouldn’t answer any questions. All he did was stare.

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George the Animal Steele

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