I was psyched to see Mil Mascaras advance over Lou Thesz as I was expecting the opposite result. Huge win for Mil. Of course I also enjoyed the post-match with David Lee Roth and Pit Viper, not to mention the Jim Morrison mention, and the Fly on the Wall Report. Your new presentation is great as I find it much easier to follow along with everything and it also has me anticipating the next match. I am pulling for "Rowdy" Roddy Piper to advance.
Now for a musical interlude...
There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If ya give this man a ride
Sweet family will die
killer on the road, yeah...
The Doors - Riders on the Storm
Hey
cruefan68!
I was thinking the same, figured Thesz would have problems with him, but Mil Mascaras seems to be the man of a thousand counters (for me), he came back in a show stopping fashion. Once he almost put Thesz's head through the table, that was it.
Really glad this new approacb seems to be better on all fronts. Thanks bro for those kind words!!
Piper vs Flair will hopefully not dissapoint - I'm looking forward to this one as well. Should be able to post that one today.
I freaking love that we talk Doors on this fed. My friend Crue, this brief interlude below is dedicated to you - from one American Poet to another. Was going to leak this out eventually - no time like the present:
Fly on the Wall Report: I Don't Live Today
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The scene is the slightly smoldering Tee Pee that sits atop the building that serves as Afghanistan Bananastan's headquarters, Phantasy & Jim are warming themselves around the small campfire they have built:
Phantasy - Babe...
Jim - Yeah...
Phantasy - Do other people on Earth fake their death's...like you did...
Jim - Who wants...to know?
Phantasy - Me...(smiles a bit) I wants to know...asshole.
Jim (very small smile) - Sometimes...
Phantasy - Anybody you know?...what about other rock people?
Jim - (scratches his cheek) - Hey...how about those Dodgers.
Phantasy - Come on...tell me...Anybody here?
Jim - It's complicated...
Phantasy - What are you a spy!...
Jim - Who wants to know?
Phantasy knits her brow and suddenly she has her angry eyes on.
Jim - Ok...ok...Hell hath no fury...like when Phan is scorned...You know Taeler?
Phantasy - Hendrix?
Jim - That's the one...but we gotta keep this within the Tee Pee (She nods quickly in agreeance)...her uncle and her father faked their deaths.
Phantasy - Who are they?
Jim - Her uncle was a man known as Prince...and her father is Jimi Hendrix.
Phantasy - Where are they?
Jim - Arizona...just outside of Phoenix...they jam together in an opulent basement apartment...and also harvest and exclusively sell...a particular brand of peyote.
Phantasy (looks down at the peyote that Jim occassionally takes - on the package it simply reads - Purple Haze).
Jim just smiles.
Thank you very much for all Crue!