A nervous -looking little guy who looked like he was about to crap his pants in front of the crowd, was what I always thought he looked like when he made his way to the ring, but once he was out there, he transformed into a total jackass, whcih was what made the people hate him. When he got on the microphone, he was abrasive, obnoxious and had a voice like nails on a chalk board.
A frail looking guy who resembled a school teacher moonlighting as a manager (uh, anyway), he dressed in the style of some manager from the 1970s, wearing a coat, tie, hat and shiny shoes. Often he had an unlit cigar in his mouth.
I am not sure how many of his students knew what he did by night.
When he grabbed the microphone, the people were booing him before he even started, for they knew they were going to hate whatever came out of his mouth, with that annoying voice of his.
I bet he yelled a lot as he taught his students by day too.
Quinn seldom left Tucson for shows, let alone Arizona.
The biggest push for this manager came in the 1990s, when Ron Sutherland was running in Tucson. Quinn managed a number of regional villains, mainly those trained to work for this promotion and did so with considerable skill. His main attribute was again, his ability on the microphone.
Usually, the formula saw him sending people after Sutherland, Navajo Warrior, Shooting Star, Death Dealer, Lance Ferraro and other favorites with this promotion. One of his main tag teams went as Gamara and Rodan, from the Japanese horror films,While the image of gigantic monster heels comes to mind upon hearing these names, they were in truth smaller, but not untalented wrestlers.
Quinn retired from managing wrestlers in 2000 or so, but may still be teaching.
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