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We had completed
the Saturday loop and we were tired. Atlanta TV, two shows, one of
Miss Olivia's famous Saturday lunches, Columbus
TV, a greasy spoon supper in Manchester, Ga. and finally the house
show in Griffin, Ga.. Truly a long Saturday.
Atlanta TV was supposed to start at 10:00 am sharp. We had to be there at 9:00 am and trust me when I say this it never as long as we did that show did it ever start on time. We did two one hour tapes for airing that night and we were lucky to get out of the studio by 1:00 or 1:30. Columbus TV was a two hour drive at best and it was live at 4:00 pm.
Wrestling 2's wife, Olivia would make a platter with radishes, cheese, mustard, polish sausage and other little treats and that we would snack on driving to Columbus. This was a real treat for me. Olivia was a saint, and a good cook. She was the kind of lady who not only prepared a mean meal, she also made it look like a picture in a magazine which made it that much better.
We would finish TV
in Columbus, shower and drive toward Griffin. About thirty-five
miles out of Columbus there was a little mom and pop restaurant. Two
and myself ate there for years. They never knew who we were or if
they did they never let on which made it a nice place to relax for
forty-five minutes. And finally Griffin, Georgia at the Sports
Palace. A two hour house show and at a last that final shower of the
day, street clothes, and the anticipation of a pleasant ride home,
week it was Two's turn to drive. We left the building and stopped at
our favorite market and picked up some refreshments
for the ride home. It was only about a fifty minute ride back to my
car. Many people have speculated over the years as to where Two
lived. I have had people tell me he lived next door to them and they
were not even close. At the time of this tale he was living off of
Highway 138 near where Shannon Mall in Union City, Ga. is located
today. We parked at a Chevron Station near I-85 and Highway 138. The
gentleman that ran the station believed that Two, Ron West, and
myself were yacht salesmen and traveled to the coast several times a
week. We could have sold an Eskimo snow shoes in those days...
As we traveled up
the road I noticed a set of headlights that were staying real close.
Every time we changed lanes those headlights changed with us. I told
Twosky we were being tailed and he said he had already picked them
up. We sped up, they sped up. We stopped on the side of the road,
they would go a little further and pull over as well. Two was hot.
He had worn that mask
most of the day and could
not take it off. He protected his identity to the utmost. We finally
reached a point in the
road where we knew the road was very curvy.
He was driving eighty and ninety miles per hour to lose them.
We pulled in behind our station and I jumped out. As I was going for my car he rolls down his window and tosses me his mask.
I jumped into my
car, put the mask on and sped off in the direction we had just came
from. The car that had been following us saw
me, did a u-turn and followed me onto the interstate. I called him
on the CB and he went on home.
It turned out to be
teenager and his girlfriend hoping to see Mr. Wrestling #2 without
the mask. What they saw was a tired, mad,
and frustrated referee. I turned my inside light on and began
playing with the mask. They sped up and came up beside me.
I ripped the hood
off and turned and smiled at them. The look of anger and amazement
at wondering how we got them was almost worth all the hassle that
night. Sometimes I guess good guys do win... I thought we were good