How I met King Falcone
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"Red sky at night... sailors delight"
From the infamous "Cap'n Slappy's Nautical Fun Time Hour" at the Yacht Club
(L to R)Brandon, A very drunk yours truly & The Infamous King Falcone
Photo by - The Reverend Steve W.
The way a man never forgets his first transexual prostitute, his first Johnny Cash song, his first arrest for drunken assault or his first line of... is the way i'll never forget the first time I met the legendary King Falcone. Heh. I say this as if I had a choice in the matter! But how could I forget the man when I still have the Rap Sheet, the scars and a life long ban from the Pink Pony to serve as a reminder?
This was back in the late 90's when everyone was doing X, getting laid and ranting about the post-millenial shit-storm supposedly waiting around the calendar. My Man the Magpie had someone I "needed" to meet: A high rolling low life luchadore who was currently living in the Claremont Hotel. Normally i'd pass but I have a fondness for the dancers at the Claremont. They bring out the romantic in me. So we headed on over and met him in the back of the Lounge. There we found him doing shots of tequila with a flock of Rivethead Strippers circling his table and hanging on his every word the way vultures hook up at all you can eat carrion parties. He was bellowing for more shots and his black mask had a white powdered mustache that glittered in the light of a dirty discoball. I knew at that moment I should have turned around and walked right back out the door. But Lady Danger is a seductive mistress and many a strong man have died dancing to her song. With the same irrestible attraction of a five car pile up on the side of the highway I found myself unable to avert my gaze. Before I knew it the Magpie & I were sitting next to him. I had two G-stringed, thigh high booted Tantric Engineers sitting in my lap while I sipped off something called a "Boiler Maker". It was then that the King told me his story with his rich lyrical accent and stop-and-start speech patterns.
The readers digest version goes a little something like this: The King was a Luchadore back in some shithole of a town South of the border. He was on the run from a not to be named Satanic Drug Cartel that operated out of Mexico City. Word is that the Cartel had fixed a fight that Falcone was scheduled to take part in. This wasn't the first time he'd been on the take, but it was the first time he was set up to win. This unexpected and very profitable victory was a match against El Sadisto who was scheduled to take a dive in the third round. Problem was the Falcone partied just a little too much the night before. So much so that he actually overslept and missed the match entirely. This meant that El Sadisto won by default and everyone who bet contrary to that result went home broke, pissed and just more than a little homocidal!
Well one thing led to another and the King was on the run. He ended up here in Terminus by some accident of fortune. Just another out of work Luchadore hustling a buck in the Dirty South. It's all odd jobs but when you're a 6'2" masked luchadore in a Hawaiian shirt and smoking jacket they're all kinda odd!He's done a little muscle work here and there, shaking down schmucks who've fallen behind on their Syndicate payments. Sometimes he'd work the door at the stray Fetish Club and you can often find him in hushed conversations with seedy Pyschonauts and Spankaholics. Most often you can find him at a bar, or under it depending on what time you go.
So the three of us finished up our drinks. The King had a party he was going to and the skull of a Mexican Goat Sucker up in his room. The night was young and we were all itching to switch scenes. One thing led to another and it is only on the council of my lawyers that I do not indulge the sordid events that unfolded that evening in a public forum such as this.
Never the less if you see the King this weekend buy him a Makers on the Rocks and lift a glass in salute to one of Atlanta's best kept secrets.
~Cheers
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on 2007-07-27 05:46 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-07-27 05:51 pm (UTC)Have a drunken-debauchery-weekend!
xxx
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on 2007-07-27 07:57 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-07-29 05:00 am (UTC)no subject
on 2007-07-29 05:02 am (UTC)In full disclosure...
on 2007-07-27 07:32 pm (UTC)In one of the most famous of all King Falcone's bouts he fought against his long term nemesis, Águila de Oro- The Golden Eagle, Falcone's back was broken in what was thought to be a lifetime paralyzing injury. Although he did recover from this it did affect him quite a bit. He was reduced from his grand 6'2" stature 5' 11 3/4"
She does miss him but knows that he is safer hiding in the United States as her husband Miguel de Franco Sczerro (better known as La Garra Sangrienta- The Bloody Talon) would certainly call a life debt against Falcone for the former affair.