The bell rings as Chick slaps his abnormally large chest and screams at Fender to come on. The look of both confusion and fear is smeared across the face of the plucky Fender who slowly makes his way towards Chick. As Fender goes for a shoot Chick throws both his arms down onto the back of Fender who collapses on the ground. Chick stares at him for a moment as Fender tries to climb back to his feet using the stout legs of Chick.
Moss: Chick Grillbeast is showing some acumen in the ring, so far a good showing for one of the newest members of Classic Wrestling.
Howley: Just look at the man! It’s like he was carved from Granite and was built just for Wrestling!
Moss: He certainly is a specimen.
And again Chick clubs down on the back side of Fender. This time Chick doesn’t allow Fender the opportunity to get to his feet, instead opting to pull him up and whipping him into the corner. Then he charges up and follows him with a big splash. And tosses him to the mat by the back of the head. Chick climbs on top of the bottom rope and begins to taunt the fans, all of whom are jeering him. He waves them off as he turns around in the turnbuckle.
Moss: Chick I don’t think the fans like you very much.
Howley: They are just jealous that they aren’t him. That’s all.
Moss: Pretty sure anyone can look like him if they….
Howley: LIES AND SLANDER! I will not hear any more!
He leaps off and attempts a splash but Fender was able to roll out of the way at the last second. Chick slams the mat and quickly gets to his feet and pursues the wobbly Fender who still hasn’t gotten the cobwebs out. With a vicious left to the gut Fender stumbles to a knee, then is met by a huge kick to the side of the head. Chick smacks the back of Fender’s head a few times with an open palm.
Moss: The blatant disrespect of a fellow competitor will never get the locker room on your side.
Howley: Who needs them when you’re built like a god?
Moss: Gods fall too, ya know?
Howley: Maybe yours do, but mine never will!
Chick once again begins to stomp on the downed Fenderbender. Try as he might, he just can’t stop the barrage of blows. Finally done playing with his prey Chick picks up Fender and presses him high above his head. Then unceremoniously drops him to the mat with a resounding thud onto the canvas.
Moss: That is usually the set up for…
Howley: This isn’t going to be pretty for Fender.
Moss: He would stay down if he knew what was good for him.
Howley: He won’t. He’s an idiot.
Chick stands above the fallen Fender and eggs him on to stand up. Growing more and more furious with each passing second. Finally Fender gets to a knee. Then a squaring base and then finally up onto his feet. The crowd cheers on Fender but it was all for not.
Howley: Told you.
Chick whirls his arm around and in the blink of an eye levels Fender with a massive Lariat to the back of the head.
Howley: An Idiot.
Fender crumbles to the ground as Chick covers him without hooking a leg just to add insult to injury.
Howley: You could count to a hundred, Fender ain’t getting up from that.
Robbins: The winner of this match by pinfall…. CHICK GRILLBEAST!
Moss: There you have it folks Chick Grillbreast with a debut win here!
Howley: Seems legit to me Moss, “All Natural” is proving what peak performance looks like in this sport. I applaud him.
Chick celebrates in the ring as Fenderbender falls out of the ring to the floor.