Moss: Coming up next we’ve got our third of four first round matchups for the REAL WORLDS CHAMPIONSHIP!
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.
Robbins: Ladies and gentlemen coming to the ring first for this FIRST ROUND MATCHUP, From Plainfield, Illinois… Jack Fargo!
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.
One mans music dies down and another comes on.
“All Business” Alex Bruder comes out to his music, the lights lowered and a single spotlight on him. He ignores the crowd, not returning their insults.
Robbins: And his opponent… From Hillsboro, North Dakota… He is “All Business” Alex Bruder!
He enters via the stairs, wipes his boots on the apron, and goes to his corner, pulling against the top ropes, a mixture of last minute stretching and testing the rope’s tension.
As the bell rings both men carefully circle one another. Fargo extends a hand for a shake. Bruder reaches his hand out to accept it but quickly pulls it away and taunts Fargo, as the crowd begins to jeer loudly. Undaunted by the blatant display of disrespect Fargo raises a hand up in a test of strength. Bruder sees this and shakes his head. Fargo waves his hand, as Bruder eventually relents and raises his hand to meet Fargo’s.
The two men’s hands wave in the air and as they each get their grip, Fargo grabs control and takes Bruder down to a knee. Chip quickly jumps in to check Bruder, he wails in pain but doesn’t give in. Bruder fights his way back up to a solid base, but Fargo once again begins to take advantage. Bruder, sensing the tides turning again, boots Fargo in the gut. Fargo doesn’t let go and is met with another boot to the midsection.
Moss: Bruder with the big boots to the midsection, looking to create some space.
Howley: Fargo has been in complete control…. and it doesn’t look like he’s going to give it up anytime soon.
Frago grabs Bruder by the hair and reaches back for a wild haymaker. Bruder ducks under the wild blow, and with a quick thumb to Fargo’s eye is quickly reprimanded by Chip. Bruder argues with Chip while Fargo rubs his eye, noticing the distraction Bruder shoves the ref aside and runs towards Fargo. At the last second Fargo drops down to his belly as Bruder leaps over him and rebounds back. Fargo hops to his feet and then leaps over Bruder as he ducks under the leaping Fargo. Bruder once again rebounds and Fargo goes for a hip toss, but Bruder floats over and hip tosses Fargo hard to the mat, and goes for the cover. Chip slides into position and checks the shoulders.
Howley: Clearly the ref is blind! Fargo’s shoulder was still down.
Moss: I Don’t think so, and that’s why this match will continue on.
Bruder pounds the mat, and is quickly in the ref’s face, smacking his hands. Fargo gets into position and grabs Bruder by the inner thigh, and drags Bruder to the mat. Chip leaps to the mat.
Fargo gets to his feet and locks in a sleeper hold, but is quickly met by an elbow. Then another as Fargo releases, and is met by a discus clothesline. Bruder takes advantage and runs the ropes, and leaps high into the air for a devastating fist drop.
Moss: Bruder goes for it!
Howley: No! Darn it he missed!
Fargo rolls out of the way at the last possible second, as Bruder’s fist slams hard into the mat echoing through the studio. Shaking his hand in pain, Bruder is met by a right hand from Fargo. The two men exchange blows back and forth, with Fargo getting the upper hand. Fargo reaches back, as Bruder feigns going for another eye poke, Fargo blocks his face.
Moss: Fargo isn’t going to fall for that a second time!
Bruder stops before the block and punches Fargo in the sternum. As Fargo grasps his chest Bruder pulls his head in and nails him with a forearm to the side of the face. Bruder runs towards the ropes and back towards Fargo. Again Fargo leaps over Bruder, but Bruder stops and waits for Fargo to land on the mat, before dropping down and grabbing Fargo by the thigh and rolling him up. Chip slides into position and checks the shoulders.
Bruder grabs the tights of Fargo.
Moss: Bruder had a hold of the tights! Surely this won’t stand!
Howley: What Chip doesn’t see, doesn’t hurt him. A well earned victory for Alex Bruder.
The Bell rings loudly and the fans boo.
Harold Robbins: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner of this match ALEX BRUDER!
Alex holds one hand on his head but otherwise looks happy with the result!
“Money” by KMFDM plays through the arena.
Moss: Bruder is moving on to the next round!