Some bald guy who didn't speak English wanted to take my picture, so I said, "Okie Dokie." I didn't have my fishnet nylons - they were seven hours away back in Maine - and I didn't shave my legs that day either. Not that I really ever do come to think of it. Poor Mark Jaguar. I sent him all over Montreal looking for nylons for my match that night. One thing us professional wrestlers can't do without is our nylons. I can imagine the the conversation when poor Mark walked into a place and asked the clerk: "Excuse me but do you have an black fishnet nylons in queen size B?" "Would these be for you, sir, or perhaps a friend?" she replied. "Why for both of us of course!" At least that is what I would have said....