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Among “Wrestling Promotions” there were Political Commotions

As they all vied to be on the small screen.

One man thought he’d better - turn to Cinema Theatres -

To get his OWN Wrestling seen.

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His name was Paul Lincoln

And he set to thinkin’

To reach his own wrestling dream -

A contract he’d fix it -

Work “The Odeon” circuit

And Wrestle there without silver screen

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For “Lincoln Promotions” had talent in oceans

And Veidor and Cortez amazed.

They would fly through the air with the greatest of ease

With fans by now, Wrestling crazed.

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Lincoln’s Posters coast to coast

Red on Yellow looked the most -

Would invite you to Wrestling great days.

There was Hunter and Moser

L’Ange Blanc was no poser

Plus The “British” White Angel - Alfie Hayes.

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Paul Lincoln’s desire - was irons in the fire

And he owned the 2 i’s Coffee bar.

What’s more to the point

It was this rockin’ joint - that made Cliff and his Shadows into stars.

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Meanwhile at Dale Martin - a promoter that was startin’

To build a television show - that became something grand.

Also known as Joint Promotions - they were in black & white ghostin’ -

Into living rooms all over the land.

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As for Lincoln’s wrestle-army – it was driving ‘em barmy

It was time now to make a brave stand.

With pre-meditation - a squared circle invasion

At a future Joint Promotion was planned.

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A Wrestling stunt - with plenty of front

Was carried off for all there to see

With much flair and much zing

Came a challenge in Joint’s ring

A stroke of genius and pub-li-city.

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All’s well that ends well - at the sound of that wrestle bell

A buy-out that left nobody tainted.

For Joint and Dale Martin’s - there was no need for partin’

With Paul Lincoln they joined - amalgamated.

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Paul of course - could grapple - and in all black apparel

He’d don that initialled gown and dark hood.

For as “Doctor Death” - as the crowd held their breath

He’d smash opponent after opponent real good.

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But that was the sad thing - though his stars reached the TV ring

Those viewers never witnessed his paraphernalia.

At the height of his fame - D.D. was back where he came -

In that far distant land called Australia.

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He did though return - still more canvas to burn

But sadly by twenty eleven -

The Doctor himself - had now become ill

And passed into wrestling heaven.

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After so much that was glory

A sad end to our story

And a journey from brilliance to stark.

But from Wrestling to Rock n’ Roll

Paul Lincoln had Soul

And on both genres - left an indelible mark.

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