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The footage starts off with II holding forth: "A lot of people ask me
time and time again why I wear my mask. Now I know the Assassin has his
outlooks on why he wears his and I have mine. I’ve had a lot of trouble
in the past getting matches at times, and so therefore I took the
opportunity to put the mask on and put myself in the position to get
better matches and the kind of matches I’d like to have."

Solie wakes up and turns to the Assassin, referring to some comments
that he made earlier in the evening vowing that he would, in fact,
remove II’s mask. The Assassin spoke on that issues as well as related
topics, panting from the get-go, selling his morbid obesity nicely.

"Let me elaborate briefly on his statements, first of all. If you ever
had any trouble getting a match, it’s because you never approached me,
pal."

The crowd whoops. The only face pop I’ve ever heard the Assassin get.

"As far as your ‘great ability’ is concerned, as far as I’m concerned,
your great ability and reputation is suspect at best as far as I’m
concerned. Now, for the information of the people in the viewing
audience, why do I wear a mask? I wear a mask simply because I do not
want the notoriety involved with being the television personality and
the athletic personality – when I go to a restaurant to eat, I don’t
want a bunch of fans coming up to me and pestering me for autographs,
and asking me about myself, my profession, or my private life. The mask
affords me an opportunity to live a private life."

Conscious of the Assassin’s need to catch his breath, Solie turns to II.

"Well, that’s his outlook. I have mine. You know, I have also had the
opportunity of holding many, many individual titles. And numerous, uh uh
uh trophies. And I find that what I have in this mask,it means
everything in the world to me. If I lost my mask, I’ve lost everything.
I mean to tell you that if I lose my mask it means everything to me and
I intend to hang onto it one way or another, regardless of what their
thoughts may be.

The Assassin interjects.

"Well, first of all, it’s ridiculous for us to even stand here and
conduct an in-depth interview with a man who’s a former this and
a former that. What the people are really interested in is what’s
happening now! What’s happening now is me! What’s happening now is the
team of the Assassins; we’re not ‘former’ anything. We are the current
Georgia tag team champions. As far as this man is concerned, the only
reason he has the reputation of
holding the Georgia heavyweight championship longer than
any other man is that I didn’t happen to be in the area when you held
the belt. As far as I’m concerned, you do not have enough ability in the
ring or anywhere else to hold onto that belt or any other thing against
the caliber of competition here, brother."

The crowd is popping like housewives at a Franklin Mint giveaway. Solie
cautions the wrestlers to maintain a civil tone, as II gets back on the
stick. Wrestling II here fulfills an interesting juxtaposition of
function; at once a lead face in a territory and an indication of the
very real debiliations of advancing age.

"Well, listen, I didn’t come out here to get, you know, tore down – I
don’t have to stand here and listen to his prerogatory [SIC] remarks and
sarcastic remarks; hey! The only time you can do anything is with
someone by your side! You stand there and you talk and you rap about how
great you are; why in the hell don’t you do something on your own every
once in a while?"

The Assassin rebuts.

"Oh, my. Aren’t we becoming emotional? That’s why you’ve never been able
to achieve the one little thing in professional wrestling that I’ve been
able to achieve: greatness. Because you cannot control your temper, and
an uncontrollable temper only denotes someone that has a feeble mind. I
suspect, sir, that you are not overly intelligent, because an overly
intelligent person or even a normally intelligent person would be able
to control himself under any type of adverse conditions.

But II fires back!

"Let me tell you something right now, pustra! I am what I am because of
my reputation and my heart and that’s what keeps me going where I’m
going! You think you’re so damned tough; hey!"

II takes off his sportsjacket, showing that he has opted to wear a short
sleeve dress shirt, as if that weren’t a contradiction in terms.

"Let’s get in the ring! You think you’re so damned tough, let’s get it
on in there! Hey! There’s no restrictions in that ring – why don’t you
come on in that ring right now, Bigmouth, come on?"

II stoops to pick his jacket off of the studio floor and unclips his
tie. The Assassin holds forth as II makes his way toward the ring.

"What a grandstand play this is from Mr. Wrestling Number 2. He knows
full well the conditions under which we agreed to appear in this
in-depth interview. He knows full well that I’m not wearing my wrestling
attire, and am not prepared for any sort of altercation, and that’s the
only reason he’s standing there running his big, fat, ugly mouth."

II calls to him from the ring, verbalizing his challenge. The Assassin
continues from the broadcast position:

"You’ve gone too far this time, because nobody accuses me of being
yellow."

It all goes downhill from there. The Assassin takes off his jacket of
his own accord – exposing his arms, which would seem to violate the Code
of the Assassin – and is summarily lured between the ropes and engaged
in combat with II. II takes the measure of the Assassin for a short
spell until the second Assassin happens in. No man can withstand such a
brutal beating. Wrestling II is lacerated, as you’d expect. Steve Keirn
and Mike Davis are fended off. The Assassins leave the ring with II’s
mask – described by Solie as "white, black, and crimson" – and a feud
between two fat old men is born.

Five Star Match and Interview!