Seeing as how we are about 6 and 1/2 months out from the self-inflicted demise of Arabian Facebuster, it's about time that we resume anthologizing the magnificent albeit scant output of
Tonight's citation rich mat masterpiece features RMT up against the singlet adorned Mike Richards...a Ragin' Bull Manny Fernandez equivalent within some kind of jobber parallel universe. The usual trio of idiots -- Nelson, Trongard, and Marshall -- handle the coked up and unlaundered tuxedo ring announcing, shit canned and repeating the height, weight, and/or hometown of the principle scufflers play by play analysis, and hyperbolic and feathered mullet color commentary, respectively.
As expected, RMT makes short work of Richards with his usual limited set of punch-head lock-body slam-hip toss-back drop maneuvers, nearly crippling the hapless jobber during the abbreviated and botch filled scufflin'. Most significant about this clip is the fact that Lee Marshall actually addresses the elephant in the Las Vegas Showboat Sports Pavilion by stating the obvious...that Rocky Mountain Thunder, and I quote, "really doesn't know how to wrestle."
Please also file this post under the following headings: (1) Lee Marshall: 's Gotta Find Out What's In That Bag; (2) Rocky Mountain Thunder: Just a Big Ol' Mountain Man (Yeah!); (3) Rocky Mountain Thunder: Surprised He's Gettin' Paid; (4) Rocky Mountain Thunder: Big Ol' Barefoot Boy; (5) Rocky Mountain Thunder: Fabulous, Fabulous Story; (6) Luvin' Rocky Mountain Thunder: You Can't Help But..; and (7) Rocky Mountain Thunder: He Is Amazing!!!
He sure is, Lee Marshall.
He sure is.