MID SOUTH ULTIMATE MASSACRE

A football with a key on it.
2 boxes.
Paul Diamond in one locked box with a baseball bat, Johnathan Boyd in the other with a baseball bat.
Mid South Ultimate Massacre.
Fabs v Sheepherders.
New Zealand national Johnathan Boyd has just explained all this to me, with the help of Lance Russell's studio mic, from way back in 1987. I'm totally sold on it, sounds fantastic. The Fabs now look like washed up teen heartthrobs, Steve refusing to accept the baldness, sporting a buzz cut with rat tail, the Tennesse rats still happy to follow their pied piper. The Florida Everglades Skinner gimmick awaits him in the land of McDisneyland. Stan's still great but has a tache and cap on, just not giving a damn but his luck's in, Cornette's offer of a 2nd chance at tag team superstardom can't be far off.
Boyd's so good here, I'm not really sure where he ended up, a run in the NWA then he disappeared as the McDisneyland came calling. Boyd doesn't do head licking, only head biting and assisting with blade jobs Yo.
There's too much great stuff going on here, Lawler showing great testicular fortitude to come back after bursting a ball at the hands of Austin Idol & Tommy Rich. And who's he called on to assist him in his attempt at sweet revenge? Only one of his biggest arch rivals, AWA World Champion Nick Bockwinckel. Can he trust him? Hmmm not sure.
Add to that a loser eats chocolate cake with ex lax on top and boy is this a doozie of a card. Jarrett & Travis v Big Bubba & Goliath. Bruno's obviously favourite to be on the toilet for the rest of the night. Bruno's stable is awesome, also including Boy Tony, who still loves Boy George, even after the hits have dried up. That's dedication.

Clothesline Of The Week - Jim Jamison

Ah yes, time for a weekly installment of clothesline of the week. I'm sure you all remember it's the taker not the giver who receives this coveted accolade. Today's jobber with a sore neck is Jim Jamison, given to him by the monster that is Big Bubba aka Tugboat/Typhoon. But this is 87 Memphis and the boy hasn't even been a deck hand nevermind a tugboat captain, hasn't even farted in the wind let alone become a natural disaster. Its Bubba & Goliath v Jamison & John Paul (still hanging around for some reason). Downtown Bruno is desk side, spitting out smack on behalf of his Downtown Connection that poor old Lance & Dave have to listen to. Jamison takes it like a pro, almost stands to attention, saluting Bubba's dominance, hit so hard he forgets to bump. Lance to Bruno - "Bruno, you're giving me a headache, why don't you shut up for a while."
"You better go and help them, they may not be able to read the exit sign." Classic

Jim, well done, salutations you beautiful perennial jobber to the Memphis stars, you're a winner today.