Re-Posting this article from the JasonRivera.com archives due to the fact that it was not only the third article ever posted on the website but also because the person whom it was about, Nelson Frazier Jr., also known as "Mabel," "Viscera," and "Big Daddy V," died of a heart attack last night. I had a lot of great memories of Big Vis which is why I wrote this article to begin with way back in 2001 . He always amused me - clearly enough for me to write this article in the first place. And so while we plan to pay tribute to the World's Largest Love Machine on Asked with Riv And Landin Episode 195 tonight. I felt it was only appropriate to also post this classic - an article that brought many people to JasonRivera.com and I sincerely have Viscera to thank for that. RIP.
Atlanta at nighttime is a very creepy place, filled with a lot of homeless people, possibly more homeless people than New York, Los Angeles or Chicago, and so you see a lot of scary black people. Because of this, there are some people who have posed a question to me recently:
“Who is the scariest black man you’ve ever seen?”
I had to think about it. I had seen some scary black guys in my almost thirteen years living down south. For an example check out these pictures of people I met when I first joined the Official GameFan Chat Room in 1997. I will not name their names. For now you will know them as Chatters A and B and although both of them are scary in a Candyman-meets-gum-disease-and-plays-Street-Fighter-Zero-3 sort of way, but in actuality the scariest looking black man ever happens to be someone I’ve never seen in person, but rather on World Wrestling Entertainment television.
Behold King Mabel, also known as Viscera, the man nightmares are made of. Viscera debuted in the WWF (now E) sometime in the early nineties as one half of Men on a Mission, Mabel, a four-hundred pounder with a really bad mohawk who would rap and wear really goofy looking overalls.
He also began to befriend Doink, forcing him to paint his face like a clown at the Survivor Series. If you don’t find this, mighty frightening, then you’re already dead on the inside...
Mabel eventually got tired... not of being a big scary black guy, but of not being respect for BEING a big scary black guy, so he turned heel, and became KING CARAMEL... I mean, King Mabel, although King Caramel would probably suit him much better. The King challenged Kevin Nash (then Diesel) to a WWF title match and promptly got stomped. He was sent away to the independent territories, like the WWF used to do with all their overweight guys. Eventually Mabel came back, hungry and angry and paid by the Rock to destroy Mick Foley. He didn’t quite get the job done, and so an angry Mabel returned to the Royal Rumble taking the place of Headbanger Mosh (ooh, exciting!). However, Undertaker had plans to create the greatest cult the world had ever known, and to do that he needed a scary black guy. He had Faarooq, but Faarooq is hardly scary; he just has a really messed up grill. So The Undertaker kidnapped Mabel, and sold his soul to Satan to turn him into Viscera. The difference between Viscera and Mabel is that he went from a four-hundred pound man with a mohawk to a four-hundred pound man with a mohawk and contact lenses.
Viscera was by far the scariest member of the Ministry of Darkness. It was like Fat Albert meets Freddy Krueger with a Mr. T mohawk for good measure... He didn’t wear bodypaint, he didn’t carry an eyeball in a jar, and he didn’t kidnap Stephanie McMahon, but what he did have was a leather coat and a scary repertoire of moves. Viscera had a punch, punch, splash combo. Everything ended in a splash, and he used to wail like a banshee before each splash.
Eventually, Titantron evidence suggests he learned to do a Samoan drop, but no match I remember being televised has confirmed this. It seemed like the other ministry members orbited around Viscera (Vis for short), and he even had a creepy entrance video, complete with a psychedelic Viscera head on it and funky music.
Eventually the Corporate Ministry disbanded, but Viscera still refused to believe he was no longer part of the Undertaker’s Ministry. He stuck to wearing his coats, contact lenses and big leather coats made up of over 10,000 dead snakes, and also grew a perverted air as well as he kept stalking various WWE Divas and licking his lips at them. Maybe he was just hungry... Anyway, this led to Kane beating the bejesus out of him and Viscera getting injured. He was later released from the WWF. Rumors persist it was because of cocaine abuse.
Personally if the WWE wanted to make a scary Satanic group, they should have just gotten three more Viscera-clones and made a faction: “The Visceri” would be infinitely terrifying. They could go around and take turns punching and splashing everything while wearing really shiny coats and licking their lips. Albert (who also wears lots of leather and dresses like a freak) would have made a GREAT member of the Visceri... Too bad blacks and Jews don’t get along...
The scary thing about it is that without a WWE job, Viscera may very well be wandering the streets at night, weaving his tales of darkness and rapping for quarters. And think long and hard what could happen if you say no? You’d get punch-punch-splashed into oblivion by a guy that used to call himself MABEL... And THAT is terrifying in its own right.
AND THAT MY FRIENDS, is the scariest black man ever.
VISCERA... Look for him under your bed tonight... or on Sunday Night Heat.
Rest In Peace, Nelson Frazier, Jr. I will never forget the time you taught me how to treat a woman who puts you in the friend zone.
Your advice would be invaluable for many years to come and many Samoan Drops would be given. Goodbye, friend.