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Holo Make vs Jack Fargo

August 23, 2021 by mikey

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. 

Harold Robbins: Introducing first, from Plainfield Illinois. Weighing in at Two Hundred Forty-five pounds. JACK FARGO!!!

The instrumental version of “Aloha ‘Oe” by Neverland in Ashes starts to play and The Death Rider himself, Holo Make, steps out onto the stage. He looks out at the crowd, eyes wide as if taking in the people around him. He stalks down to the ring, spooking some of the audience members who get too close. Otherwise, his eyes are focused on the ring with interest.

Harold Robbins: And his opponent from A Lost Island in the Pacific, standing six feet eight inches and weighing in at Three hundred seventy-four pounds. He is….. “The Pale Rider” HOLO MAKE!

Once he reaches ringside, Holo Make climbs onto the steps, crawling onto the apron and entering the ring. He looks to the nearest camera and grabs it. He brings it to his face, shouting “I ka mōʻī wahine ʻo Lili’uokalani” into it before shoving it back. Holo begins to pace around the ring, waiting impatiently.

The bell rings as Make cracks his neck as Fargo stares at the behemoth of a man standing before him. The two men take a few steps towards each other with Make going for a collar and elbow lock up, but Fargo quickly rolls out of the way. As Fargo gets to his feet he has to duck a lariat from Make. Fargo lets loose with a few body shots to the bigger man. Stunning him only momentarily. Make grabs an errant fist and wrenches down on it, taking Fargo down to a knee. Make reaches high with his free arm and brings it down on the open shoulder of Fargo, who yelps out in pain. 

Moss: Fargo started off hot…

Howley: But was quickly taken down by the much bigger man. Serves him right. 

Moss: What did he do to you?

Howley: Nothing…. Yet.

Make picks up Fargo by the hair and whips him into the corner. Almost as if he’s stalking him, Make follows behind. Grabbing Fargo by the chin and lifting his head to meet his. Make smiles and unleashes a huge back elbow to the side of Fargo’s head. Followed by two more. Fargo tries to slide down but Make stops him and pins him in the corner, and runs a knee into his abdomen. Make uses the back of Fargo’s head and pulls him to the middle of the ropes. He whips him and on the rebound lifts Fargo and slams him hard to the mat. Make stays on top of him for the pin as the ref slides in and checks both shoulders before counting. 

1!

2!

Fargo gets a shoulder up in desperation. 

Moss: A competitor like Jack Fargo isn’t going to give up that quickly.

Howley: Maybe he should, it’ll save him the embarrassment of getting dominated by a superior athlete like Holo Make!

Moss: Well it looks like Fargo has some fight left in him.

Male argues with the ref as Fargo drags himself to the corner. Make looks around confused and sees Fargo up in the corner. He rushes at him, but Fargo gets a boot up just in a nick of time. Make shakes his head and goes at him again. Right on cue Fargo gets a boot up again. Make stumbles backwards, but clears his vision again and once again rushes towards his opponent. Fargo waits for Make to put his head down and steps aside and drives Make into the corner post. 

Moss: Fargo is far from done….

Howley: Cheater! He cheated!

Moss: He most certainly did not, and Fargo stays on the attack.

Fargo pulls the bigger man from the corner and tries to get him in the center of the ring. Make struggles but gets to his feet and catches Fargo at the last second going for a leaping clothesline and flattens him with a huge Samoan drop. Make thinks about going for the cover but decides against it. Make rubs his shoulder and rolls it a few times as he sets up in the opposite corner, waiting for Fargo to get to his feet. Fargo holding his chest gets to a knee. 

Moss: Fargo doesn’t look like he’s in a good spot right now.

Howley: Told you he should’ve stayed home. 

Moss: Holo Make looks like he’s gearing up for Aina I Ka Pono, his devastating driving headbut. 

Make rushes at the groggy Fargo. Make leaps from his feet with his head aimed right towards Fargo. 

Moss: It’ll be academic….

Howley: NOOOOOOO

Fargo at the last possible second rolls out of the way, as Make crashes hard on the ground. Not wanting to waste any time, Fargo climbs on Make’s back. Make tries valiantly to stop what is about to happen, but it’s too late.

Moss: PLAINFIELD PARALYZER!

Howley: And it’s locked in deep. 

Fargo pulls back as hard as he can, Make flails for a few moments, but soon is motionless. As the ref checks Make and doesn’t get a response as he calls for the bell. Fargo releases the hold immediately and rolls off to the side of Holo Make. 

Harold Robbins: The winner of this match by Technical Submission…. JACK FARGO!

Moss: Holo Make was game from the beginning, but Jack Fargo was just one step ahead. 

Howley: The only time anyone has ever said that about Fargo. 

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