Around 1968 being crowned the "New" Canadian Heavyweight Champion in the Montreal Canada area was DANGEROUS!!... My tag team partner at this time was a great German wrestler "Hans Schmidt", a Russian and a German teamed up against the Rougeau Brothers, Johnny and Jacques, the local French-Canadian favorites in a
predominately French speaking area.  It all took place in the winter months at the Rimouski Quebec Hockey Arena. The Rougeaus were the Canadian Tag Team Champions in this two out of three fall match for the Heavyweight Championship.
Now you have to visualize this... a wrestling ring out in the middle of the ice arena on 4x8 plywood sheets and about 400 folding chairs set up around the ring with 8,000 screaming fans in the stands.  Now these fans loved the Rougeaus and HATED us.  We lost the first fall by disqualification by cheating.  The people were very angry at us but was glad that their  tag team won the first fall. In the second fall after about twenty minutes, the Rougeaus looked like they would win but we cheated behind the referee's back and got away with it.... or at least we thought we did. The people went CRAZY and filled the ring with chairs that they had been sitting in.
My partner Hans who was more experienced than I, picked up a chair and told me to do the same. We started blocking the flying chairs that were filling the ring quickly.
Hans hollered "Let's GO!!", taking our shields with us we jumped out of the ring and headed back to the dressing room. This was the LONGEST TRIP that I ever had... blocking chairs, all the way to the stairway at the middle of the arena, leading down to the dressing room. With a sigh of relief we made it with just a few bruises... or at least I thought we did. Just as I went through the door following Hans, I had to stop and look back.... BIG MISTAKE!!  An airborne chair spinning like a top caught me in the face before I could slam the door.  I was lucky though.  I only had a torn nose and some bruises.  I guess the moral  of this story is.. "Don't start celebrating your victory until you're with FRIENDS"  You might say that curiosity killed "The Bear".