We’re back at ringside as we see Bobby Dean and Scott Hunter ready and raring to go!
Moss: Boy howdy are we in for a treat now, folks! Bobby Dean takes on Scott Hunter after quite the war of words this past week!
Howley: I got all my money on Scott Hunter, Pat! I’m gonna be a rich man!
Moss: Howley, we don’t condone gambling here in Classic Wrestling!
Howley: It was a metaphor, Moss!
Robbins: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Miami, Florida weighing in tonight at 245 pounds, he is…SCOTT HUNTERRRRRR!
The crowd shows a good deal of appreciation for Hunter, who continues to warm up for the match to come.
Robbins: And his opponent, coming to us tonight from the Third Stall on the Right by way of the Nearest Men’s Room, weighing in at a whopping 369…and a half pounds…BEAUTIFUL! BOBBY! DEEEEEEEEEAN!
An appropriately proportioned pop from the crowd for Bobby Dean, who is being cheered on from ringside by Lunchbox Larry as the ref calls for the bell to start the match!
DING! DING!
We kick things off with Hunter clearly looking for some sort of advantage over the sheer girth of the Beautiful One, dodging a wide right hand by Dean to go right to work on the legs! A swift kick here and there does the trick, as Dean drops to a knee to take a breather.
Moss: Bobby Dean already looking a little worse for wear after the early goings!
Howley: Don’t say that, Pat! I’m sure he’s got plenty of gas in the tank…
Howley’s statement is interrupted by the sound of a loud crash as Hunter takes Dean down hard with a kick to the head!
Howley: …Like I said, I think Bobby’s starting to look a little gassed tonight! Go get ‘em, Scotty!
Hunter stays on the prowl, attacking hard and fast with several more stomps focused on the legs of the big man, who slowly but surely gets back to his feet. Bobby stares Hunter down as he charges at him, but Hunter is able to evade the attack…using Bobby’s own momentum against him, as the Beautiful One collides with the turnbuckle!
Moss: Oh my, and down goes Bobby after that!
Howley: Hunter’s softening the big man up looking for that Figure Four Leglock!
Sure enough, Hunter goes right back after the legs, stomping the knee as before looking to lock in the dreaded submission hold…but Bobby manages to kick Scott away, sending him reeling toward the ropes in the process!
Moss: Uh oh, looks like Bobby’s turning things around!
Howley: You love to see it, Pat…unless you’re a gambling man, in which case you hate to see it!
Bobby is once again slowly building to a vertical base as Hunter goes back on the attack…but Bobby sends him up and over with a back body drop! He’s breathing awful heavy now, and you know what that means! Hunter is down on the canvas, turning onto his back to get up…but Bobby runs the ropes—well, sorta—and catches Hunter with a seated splash, pinning Scott to the canvas like a technical work of art!
Moss: Earthquake Splash!
Howley: Is this it!?
The ref makes the count and the crowd counts along with it!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Bobby slowly gets back to his feet as the ref calls for the bell!
Robbins: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner…BEAUTIFUL! BOBBY! DEEEEEEEEEAN!
The ref raises Bobby’s arm in victory as Scott rolls out of the ring, still feeing the effect of that Earthquake Splash as we cut to commentary.
Moss: What a win for Bobby Dean tonight, coming up against a very game Hunter in a close encounter!
Howley: Big victory for Bobby for sure, and you gotta wonder where Scott Hunter is gonna go from here!