I remember the guy who would bring our jackets back to the dressing room. Every time he did, someone would yell "Kayfabe." ... Then one night, the guy decided to stand up for himself and told the whole dressing room:
"I don't mind the yelling, but I want to let you know that my name is not Kayfabe. It's Mark." ... What he didn't know is that
wrestlers called people outside of the business "marks"—that's why we were yelling kayfabe in the first place.
—
Pat Patterson, describing his interaction with a ring attendant in the
Pacific Northwest Wrestling territory during the early 1960s.
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