In a slugfest that went the full 15 rounds, Fighting Cock managed to win a decision on points over the old man of bourbon, Old Grand Dad Bottled in Bond. Fighting Cock utilized that well-known Heaven Hill rich sweetness, to land some punches against the Jim Beam sweet oilyness in a split decision.
In the ring both relied on the rye and danced a spicy jig to the tune of 'Born in the USA'. The judge who broke the tie reported, in a rather sheepish admission, that he thought the FC was the more 'polished' of the two, and said that he thought the Dad had a tad too much 'bite' and subtracted points from Dad for being a bit oily. He was quick to point out, however, that not once did he see the Dad bite the ear of the Cock.
It was a good clean fight, with a rematch bound to be in the works, possibly at another venue (hint, hint).
The Cock strutted and fretted his time upon the stage, full of sound and fury, and the crowd, ever in need of new stimulation, grew bored and asked for a 'wheater'.