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When I left you last, we had gone to Great Bend, Kansas to wrestle against Rufus R. Jones. We had set indoor records again with the card that Promoter Gust Karras had put together. The fans there always turned out in record droves to see us.

It featured a main event with a tag team championship match with Chatti Yokouchi & Yasu Fuji against Omar Atlas & Bob Geigel. A bigger main event could not have had the fans in a state of riot than this one. Geigel and Omar had gone on TV and stated that if they didn't beat the great Japanese team this time, it would be a very sad day in Kansas, and that they would burn their tights in the middle of the ring and wrestle no more. Nothing could have made me feel any better at the time, as I had no use for either Geigel or Atlas. They were both rule breakers and abusive towards their opponents.

Chatti and Yasu had ridden roughshod over all the competition that promoter Gust Karras had put them up against. They beat combinations like Danny Littlebear & Rufus R. Jones, Bobby Whitlock & Steve Bolus and Terry Martin & Pat O'Connor.

They also went up against rougher style teams like The Viking & Benji Rameriz, Bob Brown & Harley Race and Bob Orton Sr. & the masked El Lobo. Not one of these teams could be considered pushovers for the highly skilled Oriental grapplers.

The opening fall of the match had started, and Bob Geigel jumped from the ring apron and started right towards me. I had not done anything to aggravate him, and I simply sidestepped and let his big, huge body go sailing right past me through the retaining ropes and fall almost right in the lap of a fan.

The fan had enough common sense to jump out of the way, and Geigel fell into the folding chair and burst it to smithereens. Geigel jumped up and again proceeded to get into my face, but Angus thought the huge man would be better off fighting in the ring, grabbed his arms, and threw him bodily over the second rope into the ring.

The second rope is about six feet off the floor, and Geigel was around 265 pounds. Angus lifted him up like a child would lift a doll and throw it. This is just one fine example of the strength that Angus possessed. I have seen him rip sapling trees as large as six inches around right out of the ground, and, one time, he picked the front end of the promoter's car, a Chrysler Imperial, off the ground and placed it on a curb, resting on the frame, only because he was ticked off at a payoff that he got for a sellout crowd. It cost Karras a towing bill to get it off the curb.

Omar Atlas had won the first fall using his famous Airplane Spin. The team retreated quietly to their corner and began to gloat about how well their efforts went, even with me being in Chatti and Fuji's corner. They were quite proud of their efforts in getting a fall in on the champions.

Promoter Gust Karras had come to ringside with some of his goons and proceeded to tell me that I had NO BUSINESS at ringside, and neither did Angus. I produced a valid manager's and second's license for us and thought the problem would be over. After all, Chatti had paid me a lot of money to accompany him and Fuji to ringside; I couldn't let him down.

We were being paced backwards towards the dressing room area when the bell rang for the second fall. Angus broke loose and, with the loyalty he had for our association, ran back to the ring and created a virtual smoke screen between him and the referee, Moody. This gave Chatti the chance to throw a devastating karate chop to Geigel's throat, which sent him to the mat, and he was covered by Chatti, the three count went out, and the champs were even in status and falls again.

I was in the dressing room area when I decided to use the idea for plan B that I had talked with Chatti and Fuji about prior to the match. I reached inside the briefcase I had carried out of the dressing room, brought out a huge five-cell flashlight, and began sending light blinkings to the ring in a code known only between Chatti, Fuji, and myself.

The fans went absolutely berserk when they saw the coded light starting to hit the ringside area. Chatti and Yasu Fuji started getting an advantage over their foes with the expert guidance and the messages I blinked out. Fans were outraged, and some even started standing in front of me trying to black out the light. I didn't like what they were doing and screamed for them to stop trying to inject themselves into the match.

By now, Geigel had jumped from the apron and run back around the fans to where I was standing with the flashlight. Angus had been escorted out of the building by security and the goon squad that had been brought in by Gust Karras. Geigel grabbed the flashlight from my hands and smashed it against the wall of the civic center. The glass lens and batteries went flying everywhere. He then turned to me and shook his fingers right under my nose and told me in a few words to get lost or he would do the same to my body.

I had a huge sweat breaking out on my forehead and started shaking violently. I broke away and ran out the front door of the building and into my car, where Angus was waiting. I would have to wait till the crowds had left the building after the matches to get our suitcases, which had been left in the dressing room.

Geigel ran back to the ring, where Omar was getting the snot knocked out of him, and was able to tag in, and he was like a hurricane in the ring. He unloaded so many right fists on those guys, they were begging for his left. He finally tagged Omar back into the ring, and the airplane spin was put on Chatti again. Omar dumped Chatti to the mat and jumped on his shoulders, and the final three count went down. New champions were crowned in Great Bend, Kansas, of all places.

In Kansas City the following night, I went into the ring in front of a sellout crowd and challenged Bob Geigel and that midget Omar Atlas for a match against my new team of Roger Kirby and Angus. Promoter Gust Karras, seated at ringside, refused to allow my new team the match, as we had not beaten ANY teams to warrant the title shot. in his opinion. He really knew how to hurt a guy ... but I soon changed his mind about that theory.

They might have won the battle, keeping the title away from us for another six weeks, but we wound up winning the war and the belts.