We are being followed...

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, and sleep.

This particular 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 guys anyway...