We come back to ringside, where we see Harold Robbins and Kevin Clady have been joined in the ring by Lord Colossus and Larry Rockfield before we cut to commentary!
Moss: We’re back with a big, big match ahead of us as Lord Colossus takes on Larry Rockfield!
Howley: I love a good hoss fight, Patrick! This gon’ get good!
Robbins: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…from Parts Unknown, weighing in a whopping 350 pounds…LORD COLOSSUS!
The crowd boos Colossus, who pays no mind to his detractors as Wehzl taunts them.
Robbins: And his opponent…from Asbury Park, New Jersey, weighing in at an immense 390 pounds…LARRY ROCKFIELD!
Those in the crowd familiar with Larry’s story are seen rooting for him, with the majority still trying to make heads or tails of the relative newcomer. With both men ready, Clady calls for the bell to start this match!
The big men lock up, each looking for the advantage over the other in terms of the power game…and eventually, we see Colossus gaining said advantage as he sends Rockfield into the ropes, before connecting with a shoulder tackle…but the Diamond doesn’t break!
Moss: Whoa! Rockfield is NOT down after that big shoulder tackle!
Howley: No way Colossus is gonna let this lie! Rockfield’s still standing but he could be in trouble!
Larry taunts Colossus before hitting the ropes again, this time looking to be the aggressor as he looks for a shoulder tackle on Colossus…who doesn’t fall down either!
Moss: Lord Colossus standing tall after that tackle, and we have ourselves a standoff!
Howley: Something’s gotta give, Patrick, and I have a feeling it’s gonna happen sooner rather than later!
Thunderbird accidentally playing the role of Nostradamus here as the massive men go at it, trading lefts and rights until Rockfield sends Colossus to the ropes, looking for a clothesline on the rebound…who sticks his arm out in self-defense, and both men get caught! The hulking masses both drop to the canvas, much to the surprise of the crowd as Clady checks before starting his count!
We see Colossus slowly coming to, as is Rockfield.
Both men look a little wobbly but make it back to their feet, stopping the count! Colossus manages to snap out of it quickly, hitting a knee to the midsection of Rockfield that doubles the Diamond over!
Moss: Oh boy, could this be it?
Howley: Rockfield’s a big boy, can Colossus throw this volt!?
Colossus sets Larry up, but the lower center of gravity makes it difficult for the taller Colossus to hoist Rockfield over! Larry tries to fight out of it, but gets another knee to the midsection for his troubles…and this time, Colossus manages to lift the Diamond up and over, releasing him to the canvas for a huuuuuge powerbomb!
Moss: Volt Throw!
Howley: My lord, what power by Colossus here tonight!
Larry Rockfield is down and out as Colossus puts a boot on his chest for the cover!
DING! DING! DING!
Robbins: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pinfall…LOOOOOORD COLOSSUS!
The bell rings and Lord Colossus stands up after the quick match. He looks down at his opponent without guilt, malice, or anger. Like a hunter who appreciates his kill, he stares down at Larry Rockfield.
Moss: Convincing win for Lord Colossus this week as the newcomer Larry Rockfield comes up a little short!
Howley: Colossus is just that. He’s colossal!
Walt Whezl on the outside smacks the mat as he barks orders at Lord Colossus. The fans begin to get loud but the reason is unknown until someone slides under the bottom rope behind Lord Colossus.
Moss: What’s this!?
A big double arm clothesline to the back of the neck drops Colossus face forward. He tries to get back up but the clubbing blows from the enormous arms come fast and furious.
Howley: That’s CHICK GRILLBREAST! What’s he doing here?
He’s attacking Lord Colossus without prejudice. He goes for his neck, shoulders and arms over and over again. He pulls off the cut off shirt he’s wearing and wraps it around the neck of Colossus and steps over his back.
Moss: Choking camel clutch with that cotton shirt! Colossus reaches for the ropes but it’s not a legal match. He’s just as confused as the rest of us on why this would happen!?
Chick finally drops the clutch and stomps on Colossus some more. The fans boo loudly although it’s a slightly mixed reaction as Colossus isn’t a fan favorite either.
Grillbreast reaches down and with a few yanks he’s able to pull the mask off of Lord Colossus’ face. Hidden now by both his hands and what’s left of the cut up tank top that Grillbreast was wearing, he buries his face in the mat.
Howley: Are we finally going to see what this guy looks like!?
Moss: Grillbreast has that mask… wait.. What’s he doing with it?
Flexing as hard as he can we see both ends of the mask start to bend inward toward one another. The fans sit in awe of the strength and then finally the mask gives way and splits into two pieces. Grillbreast slams them down onto the mat and flexes over what’s left of Lord Colossus while letting out a raging yell.
“YOU THINK YOU’RE THE BIGGEST AND BADDEST IN CLASSIC WRESTLING? NOT ANYMORE!”
Grillbreast leaves the ring sending the ring bell off the table on his way through.
Moss: We’ve never seen anyone manhandle Lord Colossus like that! That was incredible!
Howley: I doubt it’s the last we see of these two. If I know Colossus, there’s going to be heck to pay when he comes to!
Moss: We’ve got to take a break, but we’ll be right back Classic Fans!