Wes Taylor

Taylor's got shoulder-length dirty blonde hair. He's got what you might term a "baby face" - still a kid in many ways. He's in pretty good condition from his days on the gridiron mixed with days in the sweatbox known as the Combat Corner.

If you want to put pressure on a kid, tell him that he's the son of the Outlaw and then name him after one of the greatest pro wrestlers of all time.

Wesley Taylor lived that life. He lived the life of high expectations. He lived the life of a wrestler’s son - the life where any step towards the world of athletics is followed by “When you gonna follow in your old man’s footsteps?”

For Wesley Taylor, that answer was “never.” He grew up hating the world of wrestling. A father who was rarely home and when he was, he was nursing his latest horrific injuries or worse. A family split by divorce due to his father’s lifestyle and career choices.

Wesley Taylor may not have known what he was going to do with his life when he got to high school… but he damn sure knew he wasn’t going to be a pro wrestler. Four years later, he was off on a full scholarship to Arizona State to play football. He excelled at it. Thrived at it. He was a two-time All-American at Linebacker and was a late draft choice, landing in the training camp for his hometown Arizona Cardinals.

But a knee injury sidelined him during much of camp and resulted in him being cut from the team.

At that point, he did what any kid whose dreams were just crushed does - he went home. He moved back in with his mother, bumming around the house, getting into trouble with old friends, the usual. She didn’t tolerate it for long and sent him to live with his father in Dallas, hoping the Outlaw could set his son straight.

Bobby Taylor only wanted the best for his son. He nagged him. He bugged him. When that didn’t work, he begged him to figure out what he was going to do with his life. Wes just wanted to be left alone so he asked for the one thing he was sure his father WOULDN’T give him - a trip to the Combat Corner.

It wasn’t the Outlaw’s favorite idea - he’d seen many friendships shattered, many marriages crumbled, many families destroyed by the business he’d lived in. But he wanted what was best for his son so he gave him an opportunity.

Surprise, surprise. Wes Taylor slowly but surely came to love the same business he’d hated all his life… and to the surprise of no one, he actually was pretty good at it. He worked hard, he trained hard, he watched old videos after training. He was a prize student for Todd Michaelson. And when the time came for him to graduate…

Bobby Taylor tried to send him elsewhere. To Japan… to Mexico… to Canada… to anywhere a territory was still running where he had connections. Bobby Taylor wanted no part of his son wrestling for him.

But Wesley had other ideas. He reached out to an old friend who had walked out of the Corner, joining up with Team Supreme - Tony Donovan. The two reconnected… and planned… and plotted… and waited for the time to be right.

At SuperClash VI, the time was right as Taylor betrayed an old family friend in Robert Donovan and aligned himself with Tony, forming a tag team that he hoped would follow in the footsteps of his father and Tony’s father.

Very young Dustin Rhodes

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