In St. Louis born, where strength took root, Rick stood,
Asthma barred the run, yet arms could bear the load.
A dare in youth, the table called his blood,
To arm wrestling’s grip, his destiny bestowed.
The ‘70s roared, Rick’s might could not be tamed,
Five titles claimed, a champion’s name revered.
His python grip, the world’s applause it claimed,
As rivals fell, their hopes by power sheared.
At Vegas’ stage, where Over the Top was filmed,
He faced Stallone, his psyche shook the air.
Bob Hurley’s role, with menace grimly helmed,
Brought arm wrestling’s heart to crowds everywhere.
A giant’s frame, six-four, three hundred strong,
Yet speed and skill outmatched the bulky fray.
Though injuries would slow his path along,
His legacy endures where tables sway.
No weights for Rick, just pulls to hone his art,
He broke the mold, a showman fierce and grand.
From dusty rings to Hollywood’s bright heart,
Zumwalt’s iron arm still holds the victor’s hand.