“What about Ankylosaurus and Stegosaurus, The Dinosaur Brothers!?” Lou twisted up his face, hooked his fingers and struck his best ferocious pose to go along with the name.
I shook my head, something wasn’t right. “The group name works, but the individual names are all wrong. Ankylosaurus sounds too much like “sore ankle”. I don’t want some fat guy going for my ankle in the middle of a match.”
We’d been at this for the better part of two days now, trying to think up names for the audition tape we were going to send in to Memphis Wrestling.
“We need something that’s not literal, isn’t a direct reference to something, but just sort of feels, you know,” I paused trying to come up with the best word, and ended up with, “scary.”
Lou scrunched his face up and looked around the room, grasping for anything. He settled on the bookshelf and his eyes went wide.
“Alice. Through the Looking Glass.” He muttered to himself, then jumped up and clapped his hands. “That’s it!”
“You’ll be Brillig, and I’ll be Slithy! The Jabberwockies!”
He struck his pose again.
And this time it worked.
We had ourselves a name.
Memphis Wrestling was a fixture on every local boy’s television set from the late 50s on through 90s. It was just like the wild stadium wrestling we see on cable now, save without the budget or consideration for racial demographics. But, fans were loyal to a rabid fault, which let Andy Kaufman pull off his great staged rivalry with local wrestling hero Jerry “The King” Lawler.