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Gallery 691 S. O. L.

	How many remember "Jumpin" Jason Sterling, the barefoot jungle-boy in the Tarzan-style gear, preparing to wrestle barefoot in the ring?
	Jason's partner in this Tag Team match is handsome Vince Apollo, the stocky dark-haired stud in the baby blue speedo. Apollo decided to start the match, so he could later tag in Sterling to take the humiliating beating.
Across the ring are their goon opponents: the Blue Demon, obviously in the blue gear, and the Reaper, a tall freak with long hair and tattoos. Clearly the pretty-boys don't stand a chance against these animals, so this should be a fun match.
Muscular young Apollo takes control of the big, slow Demon with a clever Arm-Twist. The high-flying, agile young dudes often take the advantage early in the match, only to suffer from some dirty tactics later on.
Apollo presses his advantage, driving a solid elbow into the Blue Demon's trapped arm. Don't worry wrestling fans, it won't be long before he tags in handsome Jason Sterling to suffer a painful beating.
	Sterling eagerly watches his partner working over the Demon's arm. He stands on his tip-toes and leans over the top rope to get a closer look at Apollo's Arm-Bar.
	This Jason Sterling also calls himself Son Of Link, or S.O.L. for short, since he is the son of the famous 1980's wrestler known as the "Missing Link". You can read more about poor Jason's horrible career -- another reason he calls himself S.O.L -- at the Slam website.
Now Apollo shows off his technical skills, putting the Blue Demon in a Leglock as Jason, in his tight-ass leopard trunks, continues to eagerly watch the action.
Sterling props his foot on the middle rope to give the fans a view of his tight ass, packed into that skimpy speedo. It's hard to believe he's related to that freakish goon known as the "Missing Link!"
Finally Apollo has subdued the Demon, so he figures he can safely tag in his lean young partner. Maintaining the Arm Bar, he offers Jason his hand to tag in.
Apollo exposes the Demon's ribs to Jason's attack, and the young jungle-boy again slaps on a nice Arm Bar, keeping the Blue Demon at their mercy.

	Now the young stud shows off his lean body, barely covered in just that skimpy Tarzan speedo. He looks very vulnerable, not even wearing boots, compared to the beefy Demon in the body-suit, mask, and boots.
	The big Demon is tired of being controlled by these cute little hot-shots, so he calls for a time-out to catch his breath. Doesn't this oaf realize there are no Time Outs in Professional Wrestling ?!?
	Now the Demon tags in the big ugly Reaper, but brave young Jason applies the Arm Bar on this animal as well. This young stud is really showing the fans some incredible talent tonite!
Again the young hunk displays his ripped body busting out of those tiny trunks, dancing under the Reaper's arm to twist it out of the socket.
Jason takes the big man down to the canvas, as he flirts with his handsome buddy at ringside while continuing to work on the Reaper's huge arm.
	Christmas comes early for the Reaper as young Jason lays across him chest-to-chest. Before the ref can count to three, the Reaper throws the pretty-boy off.
	The Reaper hurries to his corner for a shoulder massage from his opponent. They carry on a whispered conversation, plotting their next attack. This does not look good for our handsome jungle-boy!
	The Reaper takes his partner's advice and attacks the stud with a Suplex, lifting Jason by the neck and slamming him hard onto his lower back. CRUNCH!! His tight-ass little speedo offers his nearly naked body little protection from that impact!

The Reaper must have enjoyed being chest-to-chest with this hottie earlier, because he dives on top for some body contact of his own. Jason wisely grips the bottom rope with his toes to prevent the three-count.
The Reaper tags in his beefy partner, who takes some revenge on this young hot-shot by kicking him in the ribs right in front of the stupid ref while the Reaper holds him in a Headlock.
	Poor Jason really is S.O.L. at this point, as the bad-guys have taken control. They keep him isolated on their side of the ring so he can't tag in his partner.
	This is getting out of control, poor Sterling can't defend himself! The Blue Demon measures our hero for a stunning haymaker to the cheek.
	The jungle-boy drops to his knees, like Tarzan after taking a poison dart to the ass. The idiot ref warns the Demon about using a closed fist, but does nothing to actually stop this brutality.
The big Reaper is anxious to work on his boy-toy some more, so the Demon grips Jason by the mullet to spike his face into the far corner.
The Demon decides to share his recipe for apple crumb cake with the ref, right in the middle of the match! This distracts the ref, which allows the Reaper to choke poor Jason on the top rope!
Poor Jason is weak after being strangled illegally on the ropes. He drops flat onto his back in the center of the ring, gasping for air and kicking his bare feet around as he tries to catch his breath.

What the hell is going on here?? The Blue Demon traps Jason's arms behind his back so the dirty Reaper can jump off the ropes and clobber him. This looks like a bad Tarzan episode from Saturday morning TV. Why is the stupid ref allowing this ruthless cheating!?

	Poor Jason is again flat on his back, like a deflated balloon. The fat Demon wastes no time, driving his boot into the jobber's belly to smash the air out of his lean body while the ref again stands there speechless.
Again the jungle-boy is sprawled out on the dirty canvas as the opponent stands over him in victory. This is a very humiliating beating for the young super-star.
Poor Vince Apollo has been watching these bullies take apart his partner brick by brick this entire match. He must continue to watch in angry frustration as the Reaper locks on a Choke Hold and crushes poor Jason's neck.
Jason is stunned as he staggers toward the ropes on his knees. This young hunk does a great job selling the agony and frustration of his painful beating, so it's a wonder we never saw much more of this stud suffering in the ring back in the 1980's!

	But the beasts aren't done torturing this pretty-boy yet, luckily for the excited fans in the arena. The Reaper presses Sterling's throat on the top rope for some more strangulation.
	If you're ever involved in a Tag Team match and you are playing for the evil team, don't forget Rule Number One: always attack your opponent if he is near you, even if you aren't the legal man in the ring.
Poor Jason is again on his knees in agony, his eyes rolling around like the wheels on a slot machine as he suffers, very conveniently, right in front of the camera.
This beating has gone on for a very long time, and young Jason has begun to plead for mercy. But the Reaper is really giving the fans their money's worth as he continues the assault, dragging the jungle-boy into the wrong corner once again.
	Sterling twists around trying to escape this humiliating punishment, his mop of hair tangled around his head like weeds. You really have to feel sorry for this helpless young man, which is the whole point of Pro Wrestling.
Apollo and the referee watch as the cruel Reaper drives his boot into Sterling's exposed crotch, stomping on that big bulge in the front of the stud's Tarzan briefs. He is destroying this poor dude right before our eyes!

Sterling sells the agony from the ball-stomp, rolling around and clutching his lower belly. Any dudes out there who tried to climb a fence and slipped know what this feels like, and it sure doesn't feel good!
The jungle boy curls up to protect his manhood, rolling around in just his underwear as the cruel Reaper stands over him in mastery.
	The big Demon wants to join in the fun too, so he calls his partner to drag the punk over to their corner and make the tag.
	Now it's the Demon's turn to press Sterling's throat on the top rope and bounce him up and down like a basketball.
I never understood why Pro Wrestlers would grow their hair so long! It just gives the opponent something to grab onto, as the Reaper is doing to the back of Sterling's hair to keep him trapped in their corner.
Ignoring the ref's warning, the Reaper applies Rule Number One of Tag Team wrestling we talked about earlier. He grabs the man in the ring and bounces his neck on the rope to further strangle him.
	The lean jungle-boy continues to crawl around on his knees, desperate to make a tag, but unsure which direction to run to. He can't take much more of this brutality!
	The Blue Demon grabs the Tarzan Wanna-be by the hair, presses his face into his thigh, and stomps on the mat to jar the poor victim's brain.
The dirty Double-Teaming continues as the Reaper holds Sterling steady so his brawny partner and drive the point of his elbow into his trapped skull.
All hell breaks loose as Apollo can watch no longer and storms into the ring. The Reaper beats him down while the big Demon traps the jungle-boy in the corner belly to belly.
	Only the ropes are holding up our hero at this point. Have you ever seen the real Tarzan suffer a brutal ass-whipping like this??
	Luckily, Apollo is able to over-power the Reaper and climb the ropes. Is he going to dive down on the Blue Demon?
Sure enough, the stud in the tight blue trunks sails off the top ropes like Superman to knock down the Demon with the good old Flying Cross-Body. What a talented hunk!

Jason exits the ring as his partner -- his rescuer -- takes out the Blue Demon with that impressive Cross-Body.
Vince Apollo lifts the big tree-trunk leg and is able to gain the pinfall and victory. Wow, it was a good thing this stud was there to rescue his cute partner and save the day, turning the tables on these cheating brutes!
The pretty-boys seem to be arguing as the ref raises their hands in victory. Maybe Sterling wants to be the hero too sometimes, instead of always being rescued by Apollo like a damsel in distress. Sterling should realize that, with his lean body packed into those tight leopard trunks, he will always be the one taking the abuse.