While “Dr. Nelson” looked to be pretty put together, it was hardly the intimidating ring name.

The rudo team of Dr. Wagner and Angel Blanco, circa 1968. I think there’s four people in this picture, but there seems to be hands, feet and legs enough for 5-6…

Also note the entire front row in suits and ties. THIS NEEDS TO COME BACK!

Courtesy of the superb Wrong Side of the Art blog.

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Except, maybe, for this twerp kid. Not badass, just BAD. The same skull-cap hood thingy on a hot chick in a lightning bolt bikini, now that’s a sidekick! Why Neutron, why…

Let’s think for a minute what life was like for “The Impostor.” For starters, was there some guy out there with a different name wondering who’s using his signature blue and white mask? Or was he the original Impostor and THIS guy is a fake?  And is it even wrong or illegal to be an impostor of a guy called The Impostor? It gets downright metaphysical if you dwell on it too long…

Now think about the difficulties of day to day life. You wrestle, win, get paid the victor’s purse, go to the bank with your check and the clerk takes one look at who it’s made out to and here we go again…

“No lady, I’m telling you, that’s ME. It’s made out to me. I’M THE IMPOSTER!”

“Oh yeah, PROVE IT.”

“I CAN prove it! Here, I’ll show you I’m the Imposter by proving that I’m not who I claim to be- D’OH!”

And what if The Impostor became the most popular wrestler ever, and his merchandise shot through the roof. Would it be illegal to make knock-offs? Would anyone want your autograph? Would an expert appraiser be able to confirm your signature is indeed that of The Impostor, or would every forgery actually be of equal value to the real thing?

Hellish, in a Rod Serling kind of way.