Gallery 583
Most Wanted




"Check us out, America's Most Wanted, looking butch in our new duster jackets with our muscular bodies and red speedos peeking out. Those shiny gold belts around our waists tell everyone that we are the Champs, the best Tag Team in the NWA TNA."



"Oh yeah, we strip off our jackets and belts, and DAMN, I am looking buff tonite, pumped up for this match.  Wow, that thick coat of body oil really shows off my muscles, you gotta love it!"

"Here is a nice close-up of my chest and body, running with oil and sweat for you fans of the wet look.  Would you like to climb in the ring and rassle with me some time??"
"We lean on the ropes as they announce our competition.  You can see that both James and I are ready for a fight, eager to get it on with these two meatballs who we are scheduled to beat up tonite."
"Here come our opponents, Jeff Jarrett in his cute little red booties, and the pretty-boy Matt Striker, looking cocky in a fancy velvet robe with gold trim.  Who does this punk think he is tonite, Gorgeous George??"


"Damn this dude thinks he is hot stuff in his fancy robe!  I can't stand cocky pretty-boys like this, always so popular and perfect looking!  I can't wait to get him in some wrestling holds so I can really punish him!"

"The sonuvabitch peels off his robe like he is revealing a sculpture or something!  It figures the pretty boy would wear shiny white gear like he is Tito Santana or something.  I really want to make him suffer now!"

"The ref really needs to check this dirty bastard for a foreign object in those whitie-tighties!  I think he stuffed a weapon in there and he plans to use it on me or my partner!"

"Although I gotta admit, my partner "Cowboy" James Storm also can pack a pair of wrestling trunks.  I can promise you he isn't concealing any illegal weapons in that speedo other than what he was born with!!"


"Now check out this pretty boy, dancing around from side to side in his whitie-tighties, like he is a stripper or something.  I sure wish they'd ring the bell so I could get my hands on this arrogant FUCK!!"

"My partner is just as eager to lock up and punish that show-off, so he convinces me to step out of the ring.  OK, come on James, break that cocky show-pony!"

"Oh damn, powerful Striker caught my pal James in his punishing Headlock.  I've heard that being in Striker's Headlock is like having your head trapped in a vice, like one of the Three Stooges or something!"
"Oh no, James is passing out in there!  Come on, Striker, you are hurting him!  Loosen up that squeeze before you crack his skull!"

"Damn, this hunk has some big muscles.  With a body like that, no wonder he struts around acting cocky all day!  And he knows how to use that strength to punish other men.  Come on, James, get out before he puts you out!"

"Luckily Jarrett convinces Striker to loosen up the hold, so Jarrett will have something left to punish.  Striker could have crushed his head, but he relaxes his muscles so my partner can slip out!"


"Striker slides out of the ring to take a break.  He and Jarrett are over there discussing how they plan to hurt poor James next.  I hate these sadistic studs, but there is nothing I can do until James tags me in."

"And why does Striker leave that annoying trail of hair in the center of his abs, pointing the way down toward his waist-band?  Does he think this is sexy or something??"
"I convince James to tag out and take a break, so I can have my chance at punishing these show-offs.  Striker knows I hate him and can't wait to hurt him, so he tags in Jarrett."

"Jarrett is able to secure a Headlock on me, trying to crank my neck out of joint.  Luckily he isn't as strong as his buff partner, so I am able to press him off and break the hold."


"Now I lift the cocky blond into my patented Suplex position, and hold him upside-down for about 3 minutes while all the blood rushes to his head!"


"Several more minutes pass as Jarrett begins begging me to drop him.  This is revenge for the rough treatment my boy James received.  James loves when I use this move on our competition!"

"My partner watches me from our corner, one boot planted on the bottom rope as he recovers from that deadly Headlock.  He encourages me to hold Jarrett up until he passes out, but I have mercy on the champ and slam him hard onto his lower back.  CRUNCH!"
"Now I twist Jarrett's shoulder out of the socket, forcing him to walk around in circles groaning in pain.  Damn I get off on humiliating dudes who think they are better than me!  I think I'll force him to call me Daddy."

"The pretty-boy in white is getting worried about his little partner.  He screams at Jeff to break free and tag him.  Don't worry, Striker, I got plenty more where this came from, you will get your ass-kicking too."

"James tells me he is ready to enter the ring again, so I tag him in.  Jarrett also tags in Striker.  Watch out for his damn Headlock this time, he is going to kill you with that hold!"

"Sure enough, Striker clamps on another skull-crushing Headlock, trying to pop my partner's head like a grape.  Come on James, do something!  Grab his nuts and twist them or something!"


"My partner struggles to escape, and the bastard throws him violently to the floor!  What's wrong with you Striker, don't be so rough.  We're supposed to be wrestling here!"


"Now what are these clowns up to?  Jarrett seems to be folding back the mat at ringside.  Did he lose his keys under there or something?"

"Oh my GOD!!   Jarrett slammed poor James on the bare floor!  I can't believe they peeled back the mat just to spike my boy on the bare floor!"

"Holy Shit!  Jarrett will stop at nothing to destroy poor James!  He grabbed a crutch from a fan and drove it into my partner's rib cage!  This is completely out of control, I need to help my partner!"

"What the hell is wrong with you crazy bastards?!  Can't you see he is hurt!  When we agreed to give you a match, we didn't agree to this violent bullshit!!"

"Don't worry James, I'm here for you.  I won't let them punish you any more.  But you gotta get up and get in the ring.  James, can you hear be buddy?"
"I always knew Jarrett was a mean hombre, but I didn't know he was this sadistic!  He is laughing about what he did to poor James, getting off on my partner's agony!  This is not funny, dude!!  God, I want to hurt that cocky blond stud!"

"The ref orders me back to my corner, but my partner is finally able to peel himself up and crawl back in the ring.  Suck it up, James, don't let them do this to you!  You gotta fight back and tag me in!"


"This is getting sickening!  Striker tags in and starts wailing on my helpless partner.  Come on, he can't even defend himself in there.  Give me a break, guys, you are hurting him!"

"Of course Jarrett has no mercy.  The sick bastard is rubbing his crotch on the middle rope, getting horny from the brutal violence as he encourages his partner to keep beating the shit out of my boy James."

"Wow, I can't believe this pretty-boy is taunting me!  He is standing over my stunned partner and laughing about the injury he has inflicted!  Get over here James, you gotta tag me so I can destroy this arrogant sonuvabitch!"
"Hey Harris, how should I punish your wimpy partner next?  Should I put him in my Headlock again, or do you think he is ready for another trip out to the floor?"
"You sick bastard! I knew Jarrett gets off on hurting guys, but I didn't know you were just as twisted!  You better make sure I don't get to tag in, or I am going to hurt you!"


"Leaving my partner twitching on the mat like a fish out of water, Striker scales the ropes to show off his hard body to the fans, flexing his six-pack abs.  He can't go 5 minutes without begging the fans to worship his hot physique!"

"Now it's back to the rough stuff, as Striker takes a seat on my partner's back and yanks his head around by the hair.  Hey ref, that's illegal!  Get that dirty bastard off of him!"


"Now he converts it to a Chinlock as my poor partner grips his forehead in suffering.  Hang in there buddy, you gotta reach over and tag me!  Take it easy on him Striker, or I am gonna whip your ass when I get in there!"

"The stud in white continues to taunt me, giving me dirty looks as my partner grows weaker and weaker in his grasp.  He is trying to draw me into the ring to distract the ref!"

"Ouch, was it really necessary to drive a knee into his ribs?  They are killing him in there, preventing him from making the tag."

"Jarrett is getting anxious to join in on this sadistic attack.  He begs his partner to tag him, desperate to inflict some more punishment on my helpless partner."

"I can hardly stand to watch this nasty bullshit!  They braced my partner's neck on the middle rope so Jarrett could sit on his head and crush his throat.  This is too much, I gotta get in there and rescue my boy!"
"What the hell is wrong with you brutes?!?  We signed up to wrestle, but you keep using dirty tactics, trying to hurt somebody.  This is a wrestling ring, not a back alley!"

"Hey ref, will you get that cheater out of the ring so I can get back to beating up his wimpy partner??  I guess I'm going to lay on the ropes and take a break until these pussies are ready to fight some more."

"I know these cheaters are dirty and tough, and they have no mercy.  But you gotta get over and tag me in.  They are humiliating us in here!  Be strong dude, tag me in so I can make them pay for their cocky attitudes!"


"The match resumes, and Jarrett delivers a nasty boot to my partner's ribs. Luckily he kicked James toward our corner, almost within my reach!"

"At last James dives over and slaps my hand!  Great job partner, now watch me open a can of whoop-ass on these cheating dicks!"

"Ready or not, here I come!  Who wants to suffer first??  Striker, I've been itching to punch you in the face all day long!"
"I give Striker a nice forearm to the temple, jarring his brains and knocking him on his ass. That is payback for the dirty hair-pulling you used on my partner!"

"I follow up with a nice Power-Slam, driving the air out of the pretty-boy's body to stun him.  You aren't acting cocky now, boy."


"James jumps in the ring to take some revenge on the bullies who tortured him all match.  He hoists Striker on his shoulders and slams him onto the back of his neck."

"I howl in rage like a wounded animal.  I am ready to take on the world.  Who should I punish next?"

"I lift Striker up on my shoulders and James dives off the top rope to crack his head on the mat.  We love knocking our opponents out cold with this move!"
"I roll Jarrett up ass-to-ass, riding him in a humiliating split-eagle position.  The ref counts to three and we are the winners!"

"My poor partner is exhausted and stunned, but at least we were able to win the match.  Don't worry buddy, I am here to protect you."


"Once again, the belts are where they belong, on our waists.  James walks proudly back to the dressing room, already peeling off his tight red speedo."

"Hey wait a minute, James, you aren't supposed to pull the trunks off until we are back in the dressing room!"
"Our fans go wild as we strut around ringside holding our shiny gold belts and celebrating our victory over a pair of very tough wrestlers."

"Both James and I are clearly very excited about this win.  We can't wait to get back to our dressing room to start our own private celebration!"

"Back in out locker room, covered in sweat from both our bodies and our opponents', I tell my partner how much he means to me and how crazy I get when he is being punished in the ring.  He tells me how proud he is to have me as a partner and hopes we can stay partners forever."



"Meanwhile, back in the ring, the two pretty-boys are still trying to figure out what went wrong.  Striker is bitching about the ringing in his ears caused by our patented Double-Team move."

"Our loyal fans remind these sadistic villains that they are the losers.  These arrogant cheaters seemed surprised that nobody likes them!"

"They raise their arms in victory as if they were the winners.  Our fans know who the real champions are, and reward the pretty-boys with a chorus of boos.  Damn, I'd love a re-match with these two dirty hunks!"