Gallery 577
Getting Nuts
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It's time for the toughest champion of the 1980's
to test himself against the toughest champion of the 1990's. Ric Flair
has agreed to step in the ring with Kurt Angle, but how will the old Nature
Boy survive against a huge Olympic Gold Medal winner??
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Angle tries to intimidate the
older man, staring at him with those cold eyes as sweat pours down his face.
Flair responds with his famous war-cry, his cocky and sexy "WHOOOOOOO!"
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The match begins and Ric Flair shows some speed and agility,
slipping behind Angle to secure a nice Hammer Lock. Wow, this old dog
can still hunt!
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Angle is a strong grappler
however. He twists out and locks Flair in a Guillotine, a favorite
hold of many amateur grapplers. He slaps the Nature Boy's face from
side-to-side like he's cleaning a paint brush.
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Suddenly, the wily veteran reaches
up to insert his thumb into Angle's mouth, inflicting terrible pain with
the dreaded mouth claw. That is sick, sticking your thumb in another
man's mouth!
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This is one way for an older man,
who has lost a step or two, to keep up with a younger stud! Flair
takes the suffering Olympian down to the mat, continuing to rip a hole in
his mouth while choking him out.
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Angle is in agony, like
a fish on a hook. He kicks his legs and squirms from side to side,
which only puts more pressure on the claw in his mouth. Is this legal?
Why doesn't the ref stop these dirty tactics??
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At last Angle
struggles to his knees, but Ric Flair hooks a finger in Angle's nostril and
drives him around the ring like a pony. Flair must be watching too
many old "Sheik" matches from the 1970's because he is using similar ruthless
tactics as the original Sheik.
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"WHHOOOOO!
If you wanna be the Man, you gotta beat the Man! Now you know
why I'm the Dirtiest Player in the Game!"
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Angle ducks outside the ring to
catch his breath, but Flair is out after him like a stalking lion. He
traps Angle against the barricade and punches him in the face.
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Flair has always been deadly out
on the floor. Young wrestlers are warned not to let him take you outside
the ring. He gives Angle his famous chest-chop.
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Back in the ring, and Flair delivers
another patented move of his: the big Knee Drop to the forehead. Ric
Flair is totally dominating the former Olympic Champion, I can't believe this!
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At last the gold medal winner mounts some offense.
He pulls down the straps on his singlet to show off his muscles, and
applies his deadly Ankle Lock, trying to twist the other man's foot out of
joint.
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This match is probably over now! This
is one of Angle's patented finishing holds. He pours on the pressure,
determined to separate Flair's foot from his leg.
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OOFFFF!
Now this is dirty!! Flair twists around and escapes the dreaded
Ankle Lock by grabbing a handful of Angle's balls. Are they really
showing this on television??
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Flair shows that he will do anything
to win this match. He rises to his feet, continuing to control the
stronger man with that excruciating Nut Twist.
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Angle has been disciplined by the veteran wrestler. He
lays against the ropes gripping his balls, trying to catch his breath as
that sickening pain burns in his belly.
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But Flair is not finished with
his hand-job on Kurt Angle! He reaches his hand back, like a rattlesnake
ready to strike, and again reaches in for a big fistful of Angle's package.
Flair is a dirty old man! I think he likes to play with other
guys' ball-sacks!
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Just look at Flair pouring the pressure into his
crushing grip, totally controlling Angle like a puppet on a string by squeeeeeezing
his nut-sack. Flair is out of control, I think he is going crazy in his old
age!!
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The ref finally tries to stop Flair's
dirty ball buster, yanking on the Nature Boy's bicep. This pressure
by the ref only increases the agony in Angle's crotch, and the former Olympic
Champion screams like a little girl.
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This big powerful
grappler has been mastered and subdued by the wily veteran! No matter
how huge you grow your muscles, every man is vulnerable to being punked and
brought down to his knees.
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At last Flair releases
his grip and the ref bitches at him for being a dirty cheater. Meanwhile,
Angle dances around rubbing himself like he has red ants biting him under
his singlet.
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As Angle continues to tip-toe around the ring massaging his
scrotum, Flair follows up with a big red boot to the groin. This constant
crotch torture is getting out of control! Flair is trying to destroy
the other dude's manhood!
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The former Gold
Medalist never had to deal with nasty, illegal tactics like this in the Olympics!
He lies helpless at Flair's feet, moaning and rubbing his aching crotch
rapidly, almost like he is jerking off.
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All the dudes in the audience watch
the Alpha Male in rapt attention as he picks up Angle's feet and spreads his
legs. The men at ringside can't believe the raw brutality and sexual
domination they are witnessing.
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CRUNCH!! The shocked, excited
fans cheer with delight and snap photos as Flair drives a knee into Angle's
soft-spot. Angle's balls are busted now, Flair has turned him into a
eunuch through relentless cock and ball torture.
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Flair is done toying with Angle's
nut-sack, so he slaps on his famous finishing hold: The Figure Four Leglock.
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Kurt Angle cringes and howls in
pain as Flair begins his rocking motion, grinding his hips as if he is humping
Angle's boot against his crotch. Flair may be getting older, but his
Figure Four Leglocks are still sexy.
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The champ has destroyed thousands of wrestlers
in this hold. Sweat pours down his face and chest as he tries to prevent
Angle from turning over to escape.
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Angle is also coated in a layer
of shiny sweat as he flexes every muscle in his body to force Flair onto
his belly to break free. Angle is being tested by the old champion
tonight!
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Angle manages to roll Flair onto
his knees to decrease the pain. Just as Flair escaped his patented Ankle
Lock, Kurt Angle is determined to escape Flair's dreaded Figure Four.
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Both men reach the ropes and the ref
orders them to untangle their legs. Angle is still alive, but how much
damage has been done to his leg??
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Ric Flair presses his
advantage, whipping his injured opponent from corner to corner and chopping
him across the face and chest.
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Oh no, suddenly Angle
grips his opponent around the waist, setting him up for the German Suplex.
Can a senior citizen like Ric Flair survive being dumped on the back
of his neck??
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Flair desperately tries to grab
the ref's shirt to avoid being thrown across the ring by Angle. Flair
knows that being dropped on his neck could easily end his career or worse!
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CRUNCH!! Look
closely and you will see Flair's red boot driven up into Angle's crotch, once
again humiliating the man by crushing his balls.
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How many times can a man suffer
a major ball-shot, and keep coming back for more? How many times will
Ric Flair resort to these nasty low-blows to stay in control of big Kurt Angle??
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But Angle shakes off the
ball-buster and again slaps on his famous Ankle Lock. The Olympian
refuses to submit to the old cheater's crotch abuse, and is determined to
win with a clean wrestling hold.
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To prevent Flair from again escaping by gripping his balls,
Angle drops to the mat and scissors the trapped leg. Now it is Angle's
turn to grind and hump against the victim's leg, jacking off and applying
pressure at the same time.
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After all the humiliating
ball torture that he suffered in this match, Angle is determined to twist
a submission out of his opponent. He clenches his eyes and tries to
pull Flair's foot off.
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Ric Flair knows when he
is beaten. He slaps the mat in helpless submission and the ref calls
for the bell. Angle gives his ankle one final twist to injure it.
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Although he suffered some intense
agony and humiliation, Angle was finally able to win the match! He climbs
out of the ring soaked in sweat, his crotch still throbbing.
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Angle walks back to the locker room holding
his damaged nuts in his hand. He may have won the match, but he will
need some quick medical attention for his testicles.
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Now Angle grips his rod and
gently strokes it, hoping the many screaming fans don't notice the bulge growing
in his tight singlet.
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