“Wildside” by Motley Crue plays over the loudspeakers and the fans come alive for one of their favorite Classic Superstars, as he and WildKat burst through the curtain. The pair run past the fans who reach out, eager to just get to touch the muscles of the Feral one.
Robbins: Ladies and Gentlemen, coming to the ring first, Hailing from the WILDSIDE! Being accompanied to the ring by WILDKAT! He weighs 275 lbs. “FERAL” FREDDY KILGORE!
Papa Wild Thing slides under the bottom rope and then bounces off of them a couple times. The fans react with ridiculous enthusiasm.
“All Business” Alex Bruder comes out to “Train of Consequences” b Megadeath, the lights lowered and a single spotlight on him. as he saunters through the curtain.
Robbins: And his opponent… Hailing from Hillsboro, North Dakota, weighing in at 238 lbs… “ALL BUSINESS” ALEX BRUDER!
He ignores the crowd, not returning their insults. Using the stairs Bruder makes his way onto the ring, wiping his boots on the apron, and goes to his corner. Bruder is found pulling against the top ropes, a mixture of last-minute stretching and testing the rope’s tension.
Freddy Kilgore is amped up before the bell rings. A quiet calm from Always Business Alex Bruder. Kilgore explodes out of his corner towards Bruder, leveling him with a massive clothesline. Bruder hops up and is met by a shoulder tackle as soon as he’s on his feet. Kilgore lifts Bruder up to his feet and tries to lift him but is met with a thumb to the eye, causing Kilgore to drop Bruder to his feet. Alex levels Freddy with a forearm and then an arm drag, taking Kilgore down to the mat.
Moss: This is smart by Alex. You’ve gotta keep Kilgore from going on a run.
Howley: There’s a reason why he’s a former Champion, and it isn’t because he’s an idiot.
Moss: Right you are, as much as that pains me to say.
With a knee in the middle of Kilgore’s back, Bruder locks his fingers under Freddy’s chin and pulls back. Kilgore tries to break the hold, but every time he frees a hand Alex clubs him in the side of the head and reapplies the hold. The ref constantly asks Kilgore if he’s going to give up, but is only met with a few grunts and continued fighting.
Moss: There’s absolutely no quit in Kilgore…
Howley: Maybe there should be, then maybe he’d be able to survive and maybe one day carry Bruder’s bags for him.
Moss: Now why would he? You know what, never mind.
Slowly Kilgore is able to inch his way to the bottom rope and gets a foot under. The ref starts the count and Bruder doesn’t release the hold until the count of four.
Moss: Bruder is taking all the time allotted to him, without getting tossed.
Howley: I said it once, I’ll say it again, HE ISN’T an idiot!
Bruder gets to his feet and brushes himself off before going on the attack once again. With a flurry of stomps and with one big push, he knocks Kilgore to the floor. Bruder is right behind him and drags him towards the railing. Exposing Kilgore’s chest, and chopping him. The resounding echo causes the fans to WOOO!.. Bruder waves the fans off and unloads another heavy chop as the ref finally begins his count.
Kilgore falls to the floor, as Bruder grabs both of his legs.
Bruder falls back while holding Kilgore’s legs, sending him crashing into the apron head first.
All Business grabs Kilgore by the back of the head and slams it face first into the apron and then drags him quickly to the corner post.
As Bruder tries to wrap Kilgore’s face around the post he gets a hand up and stops the momentum.
Kilgore sends Bruder into the post and subsequently down to the mat on the floor.
As Kilgore hammers on the back of Bruder with clubbing blows, Bruder manages to get to the barricade. As Kilgore reaches back Bruder ducks the strike and back body drops Kilgore onto the other side of the barricade.
Bruder manages to slide into the ring under the bottom rope. Bruder holds himself up watching intently where Kilgore was dumped.
Bruder manages to notice no movement and begins to celebrate early.
Moss: It seems like Bruder believes he’s already won.
Howley: That’s because he’s tamed Freddy Kilgore!
As Bruder turns his back to where Kilgore was and continues to celebrate, Kilgore starts to shake and quickly make his way to his feed shaking his head.
Howley: What’s he doing!?
Moss: He’s pumping himself up!
As the referee goes to count the 10, Freddy Kilgore gets in the ring, hyped up and rattling the top rope screaming like a mad man.
Moss: Somehow Kilgore is back in the ring!
Howley: And Bruder thinks he’s won!
Moss: I don’t think the ref made it to Ten?
As Bruder turns around his face is in shock. Just believing he had won Bruder pleads with the ref, but nothing comes of it. Bruder cautiously looks at Kilgore who is running at him, Kilgore lifts his boot.
Moss: CALL OF THE WILD!
Howley: NOT SO FAST!
Bruder ducks under the boot and recoils off the ropes, but so does Kilgore. Who this time doesn’t telegraph the boot, but gets it up, right as Bruder lowers his guard. Kilgore lands on top of Bruder and hooks the leg.
Moss: Call of the Wild lands flush!
Howley: This match should’ve been over with the countout!
Moss: Well it wasn’t and there’s your winner!
“Wildside” by Motley Crue plays loud in the arena and the fans come unglued. All rise to their feet almost simultaneous with the three count.
Robbins: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… “FERAL” FREDDY KILGORE!
Moss: What a great matchup, and I promise, this won’t be the last time we see these two in the Classic Ring together!