WT, you'll appreciate this. We've got a bunch of us who get together during week day mornings for breakfast to solve the world's problems. A few weeks back, Charlie Platt joined us and we heard some of the funniest rasslin' stories you could imagine. One quick one was during the TV taping, Platt's wife went into labor and headed to the hospital. They had to come up with a way to get Platt out of there so he could join his wife, so they quickly concocted a scene where Platt was interviewing, I believe it was Bullet Bob Armstrong, who was going through a brief stint as a bad guy. During the interview, Platt gets clocked and they have to carry him out on a stretcher and of course, to an ambulance headed to the Medical Center.
CP said later on when they aired it, the hospital administrator came to him and told him he had to make some sort of announcement because the phone lines were tied up for hours with people checking on his condition. WTVY ran it on a scroll that Platt was okay.
I remember hearing about this. Platt is legendary as you well know. Does he still do his morning show?
Here's a real one for you. My buddy and I are 16 yrs old and we take a girl to a rasslin match in New Brockton. She's a good friend and maybe a little more to my buddy, I don't know. But she's a looker. We have our football sweaters on because, as you know, I was a big time and highly touted athlete. And we wanted to make sure everyone could see we were really tough guys or someone could mistakingly intercourse with us and get that ass whipped easy in New Brockton.
Just so happens Brad Armstrong is I guess what you would call the headliner. I don't think Bullet Bob was there but my memory is foggy because one of the few things I do remember is being very publicly challenged by Brad Armstrong to fight "right now gdammit! Right now if you two aren't pussies!"
And I had not said shit. Brad took a liking to the girl we were with and was at the entrance area talking to her and it pissed my buddy off. I did not care. She could go with Brad as far as I was concerned.
Buy my buddy went up to her "Let's Go". Maybe he gave a dirty look, I don't know. But I very well remember the tirade that the greased up Armstrong went into. He was in little yellow panties. A big dicked man like myself couldn't have worn them.
I am honest when I say, it did scare the shit outta me. And he was mainly talking to my buddy. I remember putting my hand in my pocket to get my knife ready. I plan to cut and run, as usual.
But after getting a mile or two down the road, we both realized we missed out on a prime opportunity. We would've whipped that ass, we were certain. After the fact.
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