Gallery 754 Assassination
	How many fans remember Steve Muslin from the 1970's and 80's?  He was a sexy, lean jobber with a porn-star moustache and the body of a gymnast.
Today Muslin will be taking his beating from the dreaded Assassins, the brutal cheaters who wear matching black body-suits and yellow masks into the ring.
	Muslin's partner, another cutie named Vinnie Valentino, is already in the ring ready to lock up with the smaller of the Assassins.
	Valentino impresses the crowd, whipping the stud in the tight black suit down to the mat.  It's shirts against skins as Valentino works on the masked man's arm.
	Like many jobber-vs.-heel matches, the cute stud dominates the early minutes of the match. Don't worry, the Assassins will soon pull out their bag of dirty tricks!
Vinnie is getting cocky now, embracing the villain around the neck and grinding him against that bare chest.  Later, this innocent young grappler is going to learn a painful lesson about respect!
Valentino tags in sexy Steve Muslin, who flexes his bicep and also crushes the opponent's skull against his chest in a grinding Headlock.
But Muslin is a jobber at heart, and his domination does not last long.  Soon the Assassin twists his arm and Muslin bends over to groan in agony.
	One Assassin watches from their corner as the other Assassin crushes Muslin's twisted arm under three or four Knee-Drops in a row.
	The hunk massages his bicep, trying to get some feeling back into his arm as the big Assassin prepares to punish it some more.
	Next the fatter Assassin puts poor Muslin in a degrading Headscissor.  The man is on his knees with his head stuck down under the masked man's taint!
Steve Muslin is a talented little grappler, even though he almost never wins his matches!  He performs a head-stand to escape the big man's leg-vise.
Muslin grabs the ropes and tries to catch his breath for a minute.  Meanwhile, the ref tries to stop the relentless Assassins from attacking him from behind.
CRUNCH!!   The Assassin ignores the ref and slams an elbow into the cute man's neck, knocking him down to the mat as the camera zooms in on those breath-taking muscles!
	Clearly Steve Muslin needs some time to catch his breath, but the Assassin is like an excited puppy that doesn't know when to stop playing.  He peels the helpless victim off the mat by the hair.
	Time for the jobber to go for a ride, as the heel wraps an arm between his legs and Body-Slams him onto his spine.
The hooded wrestler presses his crotch on the stunned man's face, trying to pin him to the mat.  But Muslin kicks out before the count of three. This young man sure has a lot of heart!
The Assassin grips the cute athlete's face, squeezing his neck and forehead in a Sleeper variation.  Muslin relaxes in the dominant man's embrace, growing weaker by the minute.
The jobber's partner anxiously watches him suffer from across the ring, unable to offer assistance at this distance!
	The stud battles to his feet, thanks to the cheers of his partner and the excited fans in this capacity crowd.  Can he escape the Assassin's deadly Choke Hold??
Muslin has escaped the Choke Hold, but a kick to the stomach leaves him gasping for air.  His eager partner wants to rescue him, but is not willing to break the rules of Pro Wrestling by rushing into the ring!
The big Assassin tags in and jumps down on poor Muslin's exposed belly, crushing him like he's popping a balloon.
"OHHHHH,  NOOO!! My GUTS!!!!" That one HAD to hurt, as the jobber clutches his stomach and gasps for air.  This stud is great at selling the pain!
Again the big man lays on his exhausted opponent to smother and pin him.  But Muslin is unwilling to surrender, and again he kicks out on Two.
	Muslin seems dazed as he again rests near the ropes.  He seems to always know where the ringside camera is located, and he always ends up right in front of it.
	Another elbow to the neck leaves Muslin sprawled over the bottom rope.  He can't possible GET any closer to the camera, unless they stick it down his trunks or something!!
The ruthless cheater, meanwhile, jumps up and drives his knee into the muscle-man's upper back.  Can't the ref do something to stop this assault.
"OOOHHHH!!!  GODDDD!!   My BACK!!!" Again Muslin demonstrates his uncanny ability to suffer the worst pain of his life right in front of the camera.
He can barely raise his exhausted body from the ring ropes.  He looks like he's been run over by a bus, shot three times, trampled by cattle, and nearly drowned.
Another boot to the kidney leaves the stud groaning in pain, his twisted body and pained expression on display for the fans at home to enjoy.
	Next the Assassin takes advantage of Muslin's helpless position by standing on his neck.  This is outrageous, he's choking the poor man with his boot!
	He cringes in pain as his throat is crushed under the fat man's size 12 leather boot.  This is completely humiliating, for a handsome athlete like Steve Muslin to be humbled like this by some fat freak in black pajamas and a mask!
Next the smaller Assassin tags in so he can enjoy dominating on the muscle-stud.  He grabs the waist-band of Muslin's speedo and inverts him for a big Suplex.
To give the fans plenty of time to enjoy the jobber's ripped body in a perilous position, the Assassin holds him suspended for several seconds.  This also causes the blood to rush to Muslin's head.
SMACK!!  The stud is dropped onto his back, crashing into the mat like a ton of bricks.  How much more abuse can he take??
Once again, the hooded wrestler tries to finish him off in a chest-to-chest pin, but Muslin shows his stamina and determination, kicking out so he can absorb some more torture.
	The Assassin tries for a Pile-Driver, but Muslin uses his last ounce of strength to dump the villain over his back.
	At last, the exhausted hunk is able to reach his partner for the tag.  Vinnie Valentino bursts into the ring like a run-away train!  At least Valentino will be the sucker to take the degrading pin by the Assassins.
But the eager rookie is soon over-powered by the Assassin, who grabs his hair and stuns him with a Head-Butt.  I wonder if he has a foreign object like a metal plate hidden in that mask!
Now Valentino is covered, belly to belly.  Unlike his studly partner, he is not able to kick out, especially after that skull-splitting Head-Butt.
The Assassins celebrate their easy victory over the shirtless victims.  Valentino, meanwhile, is still seeing stars from the concussion he just received.
	Steve Muslin is not a quitter.  Even after taking that humiliating beating from the Assassins, he is eager to get in the ring with them again.  Maybe he is hoping for some revenge, or maybe he likes being dominated by big masked brutes!
The Assassins confer with their manager, Paul Jones, about how they want to punish Muslin once again, and whoever he brings for a partner this time.
The smaller Assassin decides to start the match against Muslin.  The big Assassin gives him some ideas for dirty tricks to pull during the match.
The bell sounds and the Assassin locks up Collar-And-Elbow with Muslin, who wore skin-tight powder blue briefs for this match.
HEY!!  What the hell is going on here!?  One Assassin pins back poor Muslin's arms so his partner can slam the victim in the exposed belly!
	"OOHHHHH!!!   My belly!" Poor Muslin is doubled over in agony, clutching his aching stomach.  Is this jobber going to lose his lunch here?
	There is no rest for the baby-face as the Assassin clamps on a grinding headlock, forcing the nearly naked man to bend over and waltz around the ring like a tiger in the circus.
	The masked men decide to work on poor Steve's arm. He kicks his legs around and grunts in pain each time his arm is twisted around in another circle.
	Muslin lays helpless at his master's feet, looking hot sprawled out in his baby-blue trunks.
I think his arm is dislocated!  Poor Steve Muslin is on his knees, rubbing his aching shoulder.  He waits patiently in the center of the ring as the Assassins make a tag.
The fat Assassin wastes no time attacking the injured arm of the pretty-boy in the light blue speedo.  Muslin is such a well-behaved little jobber, he really had the suffering victim thing down to an art.
The stud is able to rise to his feet, but the arm punisment continues.  Maybe the reason he can't stand up straight is because his speedo is about two sizes too small!
A test of strength ensues, as the body-builder tries to twist the beefy man's arm in a circle to escape his own painful Armlock position.
Since his opponent is covered from head-to-toe, Muslin looks even more vulnerable and exposed, his bare skin and flesh open to attack from the cruel Assassins.
	Finally, Muslin proves that muscle and agility can defeat size and power, as he twists around in a circle to reverse the Arm Lock.
	Muslin finally makes the tag, and his beefy partner in the red speedo -- John Bonello -- enters the fray.  Now this other jobber can suffer the humiliation of being pinned instead of Stevie.
Soon the Assassins use their dirty tricks to tame this hottie in red.  One applies a Nelson to expose his gut, which the other gladly attacks.
The Assassin tries to pin Bonello belly to belly but the stud in the red speedo is able to kick out at the last second.
"AHHH, my ARM!!!" The cruel Assassin drops a knee on his shirtless opponent's bicep.  Bonello kicks his legs around and suffers like his bone was broken.  What a helpless little beee-atch!!
	The little Assassin tags in the big Assassin, then he bends over the beefy wimp for some Two on One punishment.
	Now it's the fat Assassin's turn to work on the arm, and Bonello's turn to suffer right in front of the camera.   "AAHHH!!  GOD!!  I can't TAKE any more!!"
	This is a pretty humiliating pose, with Bonello twisting around in his red briefs.  But it gets the fans excited so Bonello works it like a good little jobber. "Come on REF!!  AHHHH!!  He's BREAKIN' my ARM here!"
The jobber rolls onto his back and spreads his legs wide apart.  The camera-man offers the fans at home some interesting views of the victim's red speedo.
The chubby dude in the tight-ass speedo is whipped across the ring.  The Assassin waits to destroy him as he bounces helplessly off the ropes.
The Assassin scoops his jobber up by the crotch and whips him down to the mat in a deadly Power-Slam.
CRASH! The ring shakes as the Assassin drives his boy-toy into the canvas and dives on top for a degrading ass-in-the-air Pinfall.
ONE!...   TWO!...   THREE! The Assassins are the winners, easily destroying Steve Muslin and his wimpy partner, John Bonello.  I could watch old-school squashes like this all day long!