Moss: Alright everyone a very special matchup is coming up next, and quite frankly Thunderbird, it’s our first Title Defense in Classic Wrestling history!
Howley: Nothing like a high stakes match to get the blood flowing MOSS! I don’t know what our champion was thinking to be honest! Why’d he accept this match?
Moss: Freddy Kilgore wants to prove he’s a fighting champion, and he bows to no man!
Howley: Well what about a guy the size of two or three men!? Because Shujin Yama is no normal man.
The Japanese National anthem begins playing as Sensei Abe Lincoln steps out onto the stage waving a Japanese flag.
Moss: Here we go!
Shujin Yama follows behind, in a sparkly white robe bedazzled in red diamantes. They march down to the ring, Yama paying no attention to the crowd while Sensei Lincoln laughs and taunts them.
Robbins: Ladies and Gentlemen, this next match is our MAIN EVENT of the evening, and is for the PREMIER AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP!
The fans cheer in excitement, but quickly go back to booing the large man walking to the ring.
Arriving, Sensei Lincoln walks up the steps and holds the middle rope down for Yama to step through. He bows in the centre of the ring, as Sensei Lincoln unhooks Yama’s robe.
Once freed, he raises his left leg and drops into a dramatic sumo pose while shouting something incomprehensible to both English- and Japanese-speaking audiences.
Robbins: Coming to the ring first, From the Greatest Nation on Earth, Weighing 469 Lbs…. SHUJIN YAMAA!
The boos come furiously until the music changes over.
“Wildside” by Motley Crue hits the PA system and within no time at all Freddy Kilgore bursts through the curtain with the PAC around his waist. He’s running full speed and heads right for Otto Price and his podium. Otto ducks as Kilgore does three quick laps around him pumping his fists the whole time. Wild Kat is out here but she just slowly makes her way to the ring smiling.
He runs past the crowd and finally dives into the ring where Shujin Yama backs up into his corner, not knowing what to expect from the full speed Papa Wild Thing!
Robbins: And his opponent… He is the reigning AND DEFENDING Premier American Champion… Hailing from The Wildside! Weighing 282 Lbs…. This is “FERAL” FREDDY KILGORE!
Papa Wild Thing stands on the second turnbuckle and pumps his fist along with the crowd as his music fades out. He unclasps the championship and hands it to referee Filipe Chicoda. Filipe holds the championship up to both men to signify this is a title match!
As Freddy stretches out he moves towards his respective corner. Outside however Sensei Abe Lincoln has him distracted by yelling at him. Kilgore yells back as the bell rings and it’s enough for Yama to take advantage. He ambles over and drops some crushing forearms across the back of Kilgore. Kilgore down to a knee and then hangs on the ropes as Yama drops another one across the back of his neck.
Howley: Kilgore getting distracted by Lincoln there, Why doesn’t his Valet get involved and knock out that old sensei!
Moss: I don’t know if she’s trained for combat…
Kilgore moves to towards the center of the ropes to try to get away from Yama but it’s not enough. As he turns Yama reels back and plans a big right hand under his chin. The larger wrestler irish whips Freddy Kilgore across the ring, and then drills him with a hard clothesline.
Howley: He’s not so wild now is he!?
Moss: I don’t think that’s funny!
Kilgore gets back up and Yama sends him off the ropes once again. This time Freddy is able to duck the clothesline attempt and keep running. He bounces back with a huge double ax handle smash against Yamas head. Kilgore wastes no time as he runs again and comes back with another ax handle smash. Yama shakes his head, dazed a bit but still on his feet. Kilgore thinks one more will do it and hits the ropes again… But Yama throws a back elbow as Kilgore comes moving in quickly that connects. Kilgore goes down.
Moss: What do you do in a match like this Thunderbird? When you’re opponent is that much bigger than you!?
Howley: First thing you do is keep your trap shut, and you don’t end up in matches like this, but if you do… you gotta be quick, you gotta know that you’ll need four or five strikes to match even one of theirs. You have to be well conditioned and know what your strengths are. We’ll see if Kilgore has all that and more!
Yama lines him up and goes for a huge elbow drop but Papa Wild Thing rolls out of the way as the huge body of Shujin crashes to the mat.
Moss: He just missed that elbow!
Howley: That would have been it for sure! Splat! New champion!
Moss: Not so fast Thunderbird!
Yama slowly climbs to his feet as Kilgore gets a rush of adrenaline. Freddy moves to the ring apron and climbs up to the top rope.
Moss: That’s 6 Feet 6 inches, 284 lbs up there on the top rope, this is not a luchador folks!
Yama moves to his feet and Freddy leaps as high as he can. He comes off sideways and lands flush against the chest of Shujin Yama and takes him down.
Moss: What a crossbody block by Freddy Kilgore! He gets it! He’s going for the cover…
ONE…
TWO….
Shujin Yama bench presses Kilgore up and off of him in an impressive display of strength. Much to the relief of Sensei Abe Lincoln. On the other side of the ring Wild Kat claps for her man. Freddy looks to Filipe Chicoda who tells him it was only two.
Kilgore pumps his arms up and down, trying to get is blood pumping for what he’s going to try next. He stands up and flexes and the crowd comes alive. Yama is slowly getting back up to his feet and as he turns around, Kilgore leans in and tries to lift him up for a body slam…
Howley: No freaking way!
Kilgore lifts with all he has but only one of Yama’s feet even leaves the mat, and it’s by a couple of inches. Yama realizes what’s happening and he quickly drops a clubbing forearm once again onto the back of the neck of Kilgore. This kills the attempt.
Moss: He tried body slamming the big man but to no avail! He couldn’t get him up.
Howley: And that’s coming from a guy who’s already a big fella! I’m not sure if anyone in Classic Wrestling could get Yama up for that move!
Moss: You don’t know unless you try!
Yama now does the same thing to Freddy, He scoops him and slams him down on the mat with authority. He now looks over to Abe Lincoln who tells him to “put the Wild Thing Away right now!”
Yama shakes his head and pulls Kilgore back up to his feet. He once again scoops up Kilgore for a body slam, but this time Kilgore slides down the back of Yama and lands on his feet. He claps real loud one time as Yama turns and once more Kilgore goes for his big body slam!
Once again he can’t lift the big man.
This time Yama doesn’t use his forearm, This time he uses his head! Literally!
Moss: What a headbutt! That sends Kilgore down to the ground! What’s Yama got plann…. Oh no!
Howley: OH YES! We’re going to see it Moss! The Pancake Maker!
Yama pulls Kilgore over and ascends to the second rope. After a quick bounce, he SLAMS DOWN on the chest of Kilgore with his backside.
Moss: Bonzai Drop! He got all of it… We could very well have a new…
Yama doesn’t move, just folds his arms. Felipe slides into position.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The bell rings and the fans are in stunned silence. Yama rolls off of Kilgore and makes his way back to his feet.
Moss: IN OUR VERY FIRST TITLE DEFENSE IN CLASSIC WRESTLING, WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!
Ring announcer Harold Robbins starts to get in the ring but is quickly cut off… From outside the ring, “Wild” Kat has just a second to yell out “WATCH OUT!” before…
Near-500 pounds of Shujin Yama just BARRELS into Kilgore, knocking him ass-over-teakettle backwards into the ring. Yama has the look on his face of an absolute beast and he glances outside to Sensei Lincoln, who nods while his face contorts into something that sort of resembles a grin. Yama snorts and cracks his neck as he sets his eyes back on Kilgore, crawling along the ground. Slow, primal grunts grow louder and more frequent. With a final cry of rage, he leaps into action once more. Bouncing off the ropes, Yama gathers up a big head of steam before leaping into the air and CRASHING down on Freddy Kilgore with all of his weight!!
Moss: Yama takes Kilgore down and flattens him!
Howley: That’s damn near five hundred pounds!
Yama is back up while Kilgore holds his sides in pain on the canvas. Shujin places a single foot on Kilgore’s chest, pressing down with his weight and holding his arms high to the legions of booing fans. Abe Lincoln climbs into the ring to clap and applaud for his monster’s destruction. Yama looks to the outside, where Kat is damn near in tears and calling for her man to get up. Lincoln and Yama again lock eyes, and this time Lincoln makes the “cut throat” gesture toward his monster, prompting another round of boos.
Moss: I don’t know what Abe Lincoln has in mind here, but this isn’t good!
Howley: Moss, look – Shujin is gearing to try and end Kilgore’s career!
Shujin Yama again runs off the ropes to get momentum, but this time when he reaches Kilgore he leaps as high as he can into the air and crashes down on Freddy Kilgore in a seated position! Kilgore immediately begins to convulse and cry out in agony.
Wild Kat has covered her eyes with her hands and a hushed silence begins to fall over the crowd when they see what rough shape their hero is in.
Moss: This isn’t right! The contest is over!
Howley: Papa Wild Thing is not getting up from this. Maybe ever.
Shujiin again gets back to his feet, this time looking down at the shell of what once was the proud “Feral” Freddy Kilgore. Abe Lincoln begins to try to pull him away as a horde of Classic officials begin to rush toward the ring. Shujin is still staring holes through the fallen Kilgore as the ring fills with referees who bravely stand in between Yama and Kilgore. As some order is attempted to be restored, Kat rolls into the ring. With tears streaming down her face, she cups her man’s head in her hands and tries to look for signs of life. He’s barely conscious.
Howley: Look at this crowd. Nobody is moving.
Indeed, an eerie silence has fallen over the arena as the seriousness of the situation begins to set in. We get some shots of people looking concerned and even a little kid in the front who is crying. The referees are waving for a stretcher that is brought down to the ring. Shujin Yama hasn’t moved, still staring daggers into Kilgore’s crumpled mass.
Moss: This isn’t good, folks…
Kilgore is getting loaded on the stretcher and the last image we see is Lincoln waving the Japanese flag as the show goes off the air.