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Beer Bash



"Well the ladies in the house (and plenty of the guys too) are screaming now, as cute young Jake O'Reilly struts to the ring to make his special announcement.  Looks like he has something...  a six-pack of beer in his hand."


"Typical Irish drunk, can't be apart from his alcohol for even 10 minutes."

"He's inviting his former partner Cody Steele to join him in the ring.  Wow Black Jack, those fans just love this young stud!"


"Yeah I love him too.  That is, I'd love to see him get beaten up with his face busted open."
"Well here comes Cody Steele to join his former friend in the ring.  You know, before their feud, these two were inseperable, even agreeing to share one hotel room when they went on the road."


"Yeah, and I hear the maids only had to change the sheets on one of the beds."

"Cody listens closely as Jake O'Reilly offers him a beer, a great way for two men to bury the hatchet."


"Steele should bury the hatchet alright...  right into O'Reilly's skull."


"They're popping open their beers, Black Jack!  I think we may be witnessing the re-birth of their awesome Tag Team!"


"You may see the re-birth of my lunch if this lovey-dovey crap continues."


"OH NO!!  This is disgusting!  Cody Steele just spit his beer right in Jake's face, soaking his chest."
 
"Ha ha!  Jake O'Reilly should be used to having another man's spew on his face."

"Well this is clearly humiliating for poor Jake.  He tried to offer the hand of friendship only to be spit on by his former best friend."


"That'll teach him to act like such a pussy.  Wrestling is a man's sport!  We aren't here to hold hands and kiss."

"This kid wants revenge.  His hot Irish blood is boiling for a fight now."


"HAH! Check it out, he looks like that angry little leprechaun.  You know, the Notre Dame mascot!!"


"I hope young Jake knows what he is doing.  Cody Steele, clearly the larger man, has just stunned him with a round-house to the jaw."

"Now he is stomping and kicking the young man's ribs, and fans, those are biker boots on Cody Steele, not soft wrestling shoes."


"Yeah, go ahead Cody!  Rip this pretty-boy to shreds.  He deserves to be punished!"
"I don't know what has gotten into this Cody Steele, but he is determined to injure his former friend.  He rips off that t-shirt and wraps it around Jake's throat!"


"Maybe Cody is sick of this pretty-boy getting all the attention from the fans, so he wants to choke the punk right out of Pro Wrestling."



"Young O'Reilly is holding the ropes, but Cody continues to twist that t-shirt like a tournequet.  That young man can't breathe!"


"He shoulda thought about that before he invited a real man to drink a beer with him."

"This is horrible.  He mounted the other man like a horse and is using that shirt as the reins.  This is so degrading for the helpless young Irish man."
"Oh, what's the matter, Jakey??  You gonna' cry for us, little bitch?  Maybe now you will learn your place, you stupid Mick, and you will learn to respect a better man."

"With a handful of trunks, Cody scoops up his former partner and slams him on the mat, trying to break his back."

"Wow, just look at that powerful physique.  No wonder he calls himself "Cody Steele" because he seems to be forged from steel!"


"Hey, where is that little fruit O'Reilly reaching with his free hand?!?  Is he trying to slow down Cody Steele by pleasuring the big stud?"

"Steele scoops him up for another spine-busting Body Slam to the ring floor. How much punishment can this kid O'Reilly sustain!?"


"I love it, he is throwing this punk around like a sack of garbage.  Get him Cody, make him groan like a bitch!"


"Well we now see who the stronger man always was on this Tag Team!  Cody Steele, who isn't even dressed for Wrestling, has had his way with the young pretty-boy, slamming and punching the little wimp all over the ring."

"Oh no, this is getting to be too much!  Steele has yanked off his leather belt, and now he's whipping his former best friend.  Fans, if you have young children, you better ask them to leave the room, this is horrible!"


"Shut up and enjoy the suffering.  The more this sissy cries in pain, grunting and groaning and slapping the mat, the more tickets we'll sell.  The fans get off on this violent devastation!"

"He is leaving welts on this young wrestler's back!  This is totally un-called for in the sport of Pro Wrestling!!"


"Yeah, whip that punk, Cody!  Whip him like a run-away slave!!  HA HA, this is GREAT!"
"With that belt wrapped tightly around his fist, Cody Steele continues to rain punches down on his handsome opponent's forehead.  I think he is determined to bust this kid's face open."


"Good, that sissy deserves it.  Trust me, if you really want to sell wrestling tickets, show the fans some blood.  They are like hungry sharks."

"Poor Jake is trapped under the stronger man's legs.  He can't even protect himself as the belted fists continue. Give me a break, ref, this is a vicious brawl, not a wrestling match!"

"Look at that poor wimp, curled up in the fetal position and cryin for his mommy.  Go ahead Cody, knock this little fag out cold!"


"Before O'Reilly can peel himself off the mat, Cody Steele scales the ropes and sails off like a super-hero, dropping a Flying Elbow on the victim's rib-cage."

"Steele is just dominating this kid!  The punishment continues as he Snap-Mares him across the ring.  And all poor Jake wanted was to share a beer with his former best friend!"

"Check out the fear in this punk's eyes as the muscle-man tosses him around the ring like a toy.  This is priceless, fans will be drooling over this whupping for years!"
"Some may call that a Chinlock, fans, but it looks like a choke hold to me, totally illegal!"


"Oh quit your bitching.  Besides, Jake O'Reilly probably enjoys being choked out, and I'm sure the horny fans out there will get off on watching it!"

"Fans, the blatant choking continues as Steele flexes those big biceps to cut off the other man's air supply.  The ref needs to do something quick here, O'Reilly is in trouble!"

"You happy now?!   Steele released his Headlock so the ref would stop complaining."


"But even worse, the cheater is now choking poor Jake on the middle rope.  Get them off the ropes, Ref!!"


"Steele continues to try stomping a mud-hole in his opponent's lower ribs, as the poor victim wipes sweat and beer out of his eyes."


"No, I think the pussy is crying for his mommy.  Those are tears running down his cheeks!  HA HAH!"

"Cody Steele meanwhile looks like a wild dog as he again straddles his victim and goes for the throat.  Can't someone stop this brutality!! He is killing the poor kid."




"Hey watch this cool move...  Steele is going to knock the kid's head off with a brutal Swinging Forearm.  He'll probably launch the punk's skull into about the fifth row!"

"The young man was not beheaded by that Forearm, but he was clearly stunned.  He blinks his eyes trying to regain his vision as Steele continues to ride him bare-back around the ring.  When will this humiliating beating finally end??"

"Yeah, give him another crushing Forearm Smash!  That is great, don't stop until his skull is fractured like a dropped egg."
"Fans, as O'Reilly is slammed into the corner buckles, you can see some blood on his lips and chin.  He is busted open now, thanks to this brutal assault by his former friend."

"I guess they won't be sharing beds, or even hotel rooms, any more."

"This pretty-boy ain't too bright!  Instead of laying still on the mat, like a hiker trying to avoid a grizzly bear attack, this idiot jumps up and challenges Cody to some more brawling.  Ok kid, I guess you like to suffer."


"Cody gives the wimp what he is begging for... another beating in the corner.  Cody is probably mad that this sissy tore open his favorite jeans."

"Blood continues to flow from Jake's mouth, I hope he didn't suffer any internal injuries!  Meanwhile, Steele sets him up for the dreaded Super-Plex.  It may be all over for the young Irish-man."
"Steele picked up his belt again and now he's cinching it around Jake's neck.  He is going to strangle this kid yet!  Why is the ref allowing that belt to be used as a weapon??"


"Maybe the ref don't like cocky little Micks who think they are tough.   I sure don't!"

"Yeah, choke that pussy into Submission!  Brace a boot in his spine and yank on that belt until he can't even whimper in pain any more!  This may be the hottest match I've seen in years, and plenty of the fans out there I'm sure would agree with me!"

"I hope you are satisfied, Black Jack!  This young man is ready to pass out from this illegal strangling.  Fortunately the ref finally woke up and is calling for the bell to end this ruthless ass-kicking!"


"What bell?   I don't hear any bell, and neither does Steele!  He continues to apply the pressure as O'Reilly's face turns as red as the ref's shirt.  Finally someone puts this cocky show-pony in his place!"

"The bell continues to ring, and we may have a riot on our hands if this bully doesn't release that leather noose soon!  Some of these fans take exception to the rough treatment poor O'Reilly is receiving, and they are ready to storm the ring and tear into Cody Steele."

"Finally Steele releases the choke, and O'Reilly gasps for air, blood still running down his chin."


"That's right bitch, crawl around on your hands and knees like a whipped dog.  Go lick your master's boots. That is where you belong."
"My man, Cody Steele, struts back to his dressing room in victory.  Even though the stupid ref dis-qualified him, we all know Steele was the real winner here tonight."

"But never count out young Jake O'Reilly!  He rises to his feet and raises one arm in victory.  This young man lives to fight another day, and he will be gunning for Cody Steele after today's brutal attack."