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Pershing Auditorium was filled with the sounds of
battle Wednesday night as good and evil were locked
in mortal combat. No, it wasn't the Fantastic Four
battling their archenemy Dr. Doom. But it was
almost as momentous. It was ... da, da, dum, All
Star Wrestling.
In contrast to what we call the "real" world, good
and evil are easy to spot in the ring. Guys like Crazy
Luke Graham are evil. Crazy Luke even looks bad,
stalking the ring and shaking his head as if he were
beset by unseen demons.
Luke was up against Art Crews, who looked posi
tively spiffy in his Mr. T haircut. Unfortunately for
Crews the resemblance to Mr. T ended there. Give it
up and try breakdancing, Art.
Ted Oates met Rufus R. Jones in the next match.
Obviously anyone named Rufus is going to be the
crowd favorite. Except, that is, for the crowd I was
sitting with.
Most of these guys looked like they belonged in the
ring themselves, or at least their costumes did. They
were true WTestling fans and they weren't about to
take the easy way out by cheering for the good guys.
They recognized that good and evil are dependent
on each other. Without the evil Grapplers (masked
of course) there could not be the beloved Uptown
Boys.
OK, that's enough intellectual stimulation. Back
to the action.
Oates, the Central States champion profes
sional wrestling is set up loosely along the lines of
the Teamsters Union defeated Jones to keep his
title, but not before Jones, after escaping from two
sleeper holds, sent him sailing out of the ring.
Next up were the ladies. The Fabulous Moolah
and Peggy Lee (no, not that Peggy Lee) vs. Desiree
Peterson and Princess Victoria.
Peterson and the Princess, (reputedly an Indian
from Arizona) eventually bested Moolah and Lee,
but Moolah was undaunted, standing in the center
of the ring and offering to fight all comers. There
were no takers.
Next up was a tag team match featuring the
Grapplers (Boo!) and those paragons of virtue, the
Uptown Boys.
The Boys, The Central States tag team champions,
are basically just another namby-pamby, Ernie and
Andy tag team whose main. asset is their pretty boy
looks. Wrestling doesn't need these poeple!
In spite of their virtue the Boys lost the match and
the belts as the Grapplers pulled out a win after
some fast and furious action.
That set up the night's main event: A match for
the world heavyweight cHampionship between cham
pion Ric "Nature Boy" Ffeir and Harley Race.
Race, a seven time world champion (That proves
that life at the top is precarious) is sort of the Jimmy
Stewart of the wrestling world, universally respected
by all.
Despite that, Harley can't fight off the ravages of
Old Man Time and his graying hair and paunchy
middle showed his age would be almost as big a foe
as the Nature Boy.
Flair's speed and quickness showed as he bounced
Harley around the ring like a Super Ball, but the
grand old man launched a comeback and had Flair
on the ropes and looked as if he might once again
reclaim his title.
Then controversy struck Flair "accidentally" put
the referee out of the ring and followed that by
throwing Race over the top rope.
Race climbed back into the ring, intent on taking
more punishment but Flair put him out of his misery
with what appeared to be a pin.
But what's this?? Wait! Flair has been disqualified!
For throwing the ref out of the ring? What kind of a
sport is this when you can't throw the ref out of the
ring?
So, Flair loses, BUT keep his title since you can't
lose the belt on a disqualification.
So the gladiators are done gladiating for another
night and the neo-Roman crowd goes off to the
nearest watering hole to relive the evening, confi
dent, as one spectator put it, that they had seen, "the
ultimate in entertainment."
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The Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking, an album by
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somehow disappointing album. Written in the true
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daydream format in the true Pink fashion.
After Waters lays awake for awhile, his dreams
and the music pick up, using the guitar expertise of
Waters' friend, Eric Clapton, haunting back-up vocals,
and the National Philharmonic Orchestra. These,
plus saxophone by David Sanborn that is sheer
pleasure, are fitted precisely into "Arabs with Knives
and West German Skies" and "For the First Time
Today, Part 2."
The lyrics never quite exit the early' morning
dream stage, but do turn to a more in depth exami
nation of loneliness in "Sexual Revolution" and The
Remains of Our Love."
Side two begins with a mid-dream anthem, "Go
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the damned travels of Waters' dream. Sanborn's sax
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