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Getting Nuts


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??


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!"


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!

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.
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!

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.

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??


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.

"WHHOOOOO!   If you wanna be the Man, you gotta beat the Man!    Now you know why I'm the Dirtiest Player in the Game!"
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.

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.


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!

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.

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.
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??

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.

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.

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!
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!!

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.

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.

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.


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!


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.

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.
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.
Flair is done toying with Angle's nut-sack, so he slaps on his famous finishing hold: The Figure Four Leglock.  

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.


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.

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!
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.

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??

Ric Flair presses his advantage, whipping his injured opponent from corner to corner and chopping him across the face and chest.
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??

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!

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.

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??


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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Now Angle grips his rod and gently strokes it, hoping the many screaming fans don't notice the bulge growing in his tight singlet.