Friday, February 12, 2010
Rocky Mountain Thunder: Lot of Thunder In That Right Forearm
Facebuster Nation -- I am proud to unveil two new activities to the already jam packed itinerary for the 4th Annual Arabian Facebuster Staff Conference and Fan Conclave: (1) descending upon the maximum security ward at the Friendship Village Retirement Community to taunt, provoke, or even cajole Verne Gagne into (all to easily arrived at) confused bed pan and/or feces hurling and the infuriated application of his trademark Gagne Sleeper on any and all nursing staff and fellow near death's door residents who dare cross his path; (2) poking a shoeless hobo passed out in a puddle of his own filth with a stick.
In the spirit of these endeavors, here is a clip of Rocky Mountain Thunder *cough* competing *cough* in Verne's American Wrestling Association against something called Kevin Collins (complete with a nifty fluffy mullet that I'm sure brought him a steady stream of whiskey tango poontang and thus the resentment of his fellow jobbers) and doing what he does best -- using a rope to keep his pants up, demonstrating his uncanny inability to cooperate to with his opponent AND not nearly cause serious injury with every collar and elbow tie-up, Irish whip, clothesline, and elbow smash, making a complete mockery of the professional wrestling craft, and sending Lee Marshall and Rod Trongard into a state of loquacious exhilaration and blabbering idiocy.
Post title honorable mentions include "What's In Rocky Mountain Thunder's Sack? He Isn't Saying!", "Rocky Mountain Thunder: Just A Roughhouser", "Rocky Mountain Thunder: Self-Described Scuffler", "Rocky Mountain Thunder: Has Got More For Ya", and "Rocky Mountain Thunder: Sez I Thank You".