Oberebo is mostly right, although I'm not sure I can do much better.
Joey was one of the toughest guys I've ever known. He was, I believe, 130-1 or so in high school in PA, losing only in the state finals his freshman year. He broke his ankle in the finals match his senior year, and still majored the kid. He was as big a legend as any wrestler to come out of Pennsylvania not named Kolat. Still is.
While at Garden City, he was an undefeated 2x National Champion, with a win over Shawn Harrison at the St Louis Open in 1990. Like all but one of his opponents Joey faced, Shawn never scored an offensive point on Joey (Wildasin cut him twice in a 7-2 win). The only points any one scored on Joey were from a takedown as the whistle blew to start the match while Joey was talking to Coach Mark Leen. And then Jowy pummeled the kid like he stole something.
Joey came to OSU and had to have back surgery his first year there. He went back to early, and immediately re-injured his back, causing a second surgery, this one with plates and screws. The following year, the year I roomed with Joey, Joey starts at 118, although his "walk around" weight before the season was around 150. But early in the season, the weight allowances are so huge he can make the cut. He beats Shawn Nelson of Penn State early on, and Shawn was ranked somewhere in the top five at that time.
But as the season progresses, the cut became too much. Joey had some "mental snaps" from the weight cutting, the first one came as Iowa came to town. That was the 1993-94 season, and Joey just goes AWOL. Buy me a drink sometime and I'll tell you about how Pat Smith and Alan Freid broke into my house looking for him because he didn't show up for weigh-ins. By the end of the year, he went AWOL for a week during the Big Eight tournament. I'm sure John et al didn't believe me at the time, but hand to God I swear I had no idea where he was, or that he was going to ever run away.
I would find Joey wrapped up in every coat he owned, laying on our floor heater in our house with it cranked up as hot as it would go trying to get warm. He just wasn't meant to wrestle at 118. But Nick Purler was a fifth year senior at 126, with a good shot at a National Championship, like his brother Tony the year before for Nebraska. So it was 118 or nothing that year.
He was as aggressive and ferocious a kid on the mat as you'll ever find, and he was just as soft off it. Super nice guy all the way around.