There arent many people who can garble a promo quite as well as Don Muraco. The mans not a bad talker either: weve all seen people who cant string together a sentence try to bring it on the mic and quietly splutter and die right there in the middle of the ring. Muracos not one of those people hes got the gift of the gab to a degree, as well as timing and decent phrasing. Its just that so many of his promos are utter gibberish. Here, The Magnificent Muraco cuts a promo that makes no sense whatsoever. From start to finish, despite using real English words, all in the right order, Muraco speaks nonsense so fluently that youd think he hailed from the Land Of Ooo, not Hawaii. Whats so odd is that he clearly had an idea of what to say and how to structure it before he went on camera it just gets away from him in the first few seconds, as though the promo had a nervous breakdown between his brain and his mouth. Apparently its all numbers time and numbers and space. Go home, you Magnificent muppet. Youre drunk.