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Garvin had generated so much heat that the local promoter moved the order of the matches around, pitting Garvin in the semi-main event with an Indian grappler by the name of Johnny War Eagle. After working hard for 23 or 24 minutes of the 30-minute time limit match before scoring a pinfall over War Eagle, Garvin had a ten minute intermission before coming back to work the tag match with Browne.
Garvin was always a good worker, but he was also one of those guys that was overweight and not in the best of shape. To make matters worse, the promoter sent them out to face a fresh heel team of the Masked Professional (Oni Wiki Wiki) and a very young Mike George.
Garvin was breathing heavy as he entered the ring and Browne and George started the match. They worked for several minutes, with George getting the upper hand, and every time Browne went to tag out, Garvin would work it like he didn’t see the tag or was distracted, because he still was out of breath.
After about 12 or 13 minutes of this, Browne slapped Garvin on the shoulder with a “hostile” tag and Garvin lumbered through the ropes. Wiki Wiki started to make a move towards him, and he pulled the old work of stepping one foot outside the ropes while grooming his hair. After several minutes of stalling, Garvin finally pushed Wiki Wiki down and turned and tagged an incredulous Browne back in. A full ring melee later exploded, with the good guys beating the crap out of Browne, and as they bull rushed him in the center of the ring, Browne moved out of the way and they slammed together, knocking them “unconscious”.
Garvin then sashayed into the ring and covered a prone George for the duke. By now the crowd was in a frenzy and was crowding the walkway back to the dressing room.
Garvin, celebrating the win, grabbed the first country boy he saw, kissed him full on the mouth and the crowd parted like the Red Sea in a Charlton Heston movie. Of course, the guy was plant, but it was a heck of a way to settle the crowd and put an end to the fans near rioting.
After the matches, the local promoter was decrying Garvin for the amount of work he did in the tag team match and told him he ought to have to just pay him half on what they agreed on because he’d worked so little in the main event.
The true Garvin came out in a flash.
“Give me my money, you son-of-a-bitch, or I’ll kiss you too,” Garvin said.
And I think he would have, too.
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