Howley: Gordy’s not leaving the ring. He’s ready to fight.
Moss: Well here comes Fargo.
The docile tones of folk legend John Prine’s “Pretty Good” soft rock the arena. A single spotlight focuses on the curtain where a slightly tanned average looking dark haired muscular fella in a baby blue college style wrestling singlet, with a bronze metal painted on each side, walks calmly from the back. It is Bronze Fargo former all American wrestler and Bronze metal winner. In his hand is a box of Wheaties with his picture on it.
The crowd greets him with a mild smattering of indifference. He claps in tune to the music then raises his arms up to the crowd trying to egg them on to joining him. They basically do not, as he walks calmly to the ring. Before entering he pulls a sharpie from behind his well-groomed hair and signs the box before handing it to some little kid at ring side who seems somewhere between disinterested and confused.
Fargo does some stretching before getting ready for the contest. He waves to the crowd who are mostly getting popcorn then shakes hands with the ring announcer and ref. He talks briefly with the referee about the weather as the ref checks Fargo for weapons which the ref does not find. Bronze Fargo gives his ear a tug as a symbol of love to his wife Wendy, and newborn son Larry. The Ref quickly Checks both men for foreign objects before signaling for the bell.
Ding Ding Ding.
The bell rings and a clearly fired up Gordy ambushes Fargo from the offset. Gordy backs him into the corner and begins lands a series of lefts and rights to Fargo’s midsection. Fargo blocks several of them but eventually the ref steps in and breaks the two up. Fargo presses forward as Lovett grabs him by the waist and lifts him off the ground. Squeezing the air from Fargo.
Moss: Gordy looking to take the wind out of Fargo’s sails.
Howley: Not his sails. His soul.
Arms flailing, Fargo slams an elbow to the top of Gordy’s head, but it’s not enough to break the hold.
Moss: Fargo Fighting back.
Then another. But still Gordy holds on.
Howley: Hold on Gordy… break all of his ribs!
Finally an elbow causes Gordy to lose his grip.
Moss: Fargo Escapes. It wasn’t looking too good for him right there.
Howley: Lucky break.
Fargo clutches his rib cage as Gordy shakes the cobwebs out. Gordy goes to grab Fargo but misses as Fargo side steps. With the quickness Fargo kicks the back of Gordy’s knee, and runs the ropes. With his arm fully extended Fargo levels his opponent. Then runs the opposite rope and goes for a quick elbow drop. Gordy rolls out of the way. Fargo lands on the mat, and writhes in pain grasping at his ribs.
Moss: Gordy was just a step ahead on that one as Fargo looks like he’s not in a good place.
It takes both men a while to get to their feet. Fargo is a second behind Gordy and is met with a boot to the ribs. Then another one for good measure. Sensing the blood in the water Gordy stomps over to the opposite corner and begins stomping his foot on the mat. The crowd begins to boo loudly as Gordy continues and quickens the pace. Fargo uses the nearest ropes to pull himself up.
Gordy rushes at Fargo setting him up for his patented Football Tackle.
Howley: Turn him inside ouuuuuuu….
Fargo leaps over Gordy and shoves him into the corner face first.
Howley: Watch Out Gordy!
Fargo leaps on the back of Gordy and locks in the Plainfield Paralyzer.
Moss: It doesn’t look like he’s got it fully locked in.
Howley: How could he? With all the damage to his ribs tonight.
Gordy fights off the attack and backs Fargo into the corner backwards, driving all the air out of Fargo. Gordy grabs his neck and is thankful that he was able to free himself. Fargo once again goes for a kick to the knee of Gordy. Taking him down to a knee.
Moss: Two can play the wear an opponent down.
Howley: Cheap shots, and undermined tactics!
Fargo climbs to the middle rope and waits for Gordy to turn around. As Gordy turns Fargo leaps. Gordy catches Fargo.
Moss: Looks like Gordy is going to end this!
Fargo kicks his legs, as Gordy slams Fargo’s back into the turnbuckle, and as he turns his knee gives way as Fargo falls to the mat. Gordy grabs his knee. Fargo claws his way to his feet, at the same time Gordy leans himself in the corner.
Moss: Both men are absolutely worn out right now, it’s just a matter of who is going to grab a hold of the one simple mistake.
Fargo arms a shoulder into the midsection of Gordy. Then another, and then a third. Fargo climbs and holds a fist up to the cheering of the crowd. One punch to the face of Gordy.
Gordy blocks the fourth punch and knocks Fargo’s feet off of the ropes, but before he could land on the mat, Gordy picked him out of the air.
Moss: Incredible strength shown by Gordy.
Howley: Night Night Fargo!
One quick bashing of Fargo’s back on the top turnbuckle and Gordy’s knee holds up as he slams Fargo hard on the mat. Gordy hooks both legs.
The bell rings after the signal from the referee.
Robbins: Ladies and Gentlemen your winner by Pinfall… GORDY LOVETT!
He rolls out of the ring to a chorus of Boos from the crowd who were cheering on Fargo. He grabs his things from ringside and threatens a couple fans.
Howley: When that Texan get’s angry it’s one thing Moss, but when Doris gets angry? Watch out!
Moss: Gordy Lovett victorious here tonight at the Classic Wrestling Studio!