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Gallery 335 Adrenilin vs Disciples of Synn

These young studs in red gear, Tank and Cage, call their tag team "Adrenilin." They are full of energy, running to the ring and bouncing off the ropes, showing off their speed. Can their lightning quickness beat the power and strength of their opponents?
Tank, the stocky muscular dude, yells at his taller partner to get him psyched up and ready. He knows they are in for a rough tough fight when their sadistic opponents hit the ring.

Here come their massive, vicious opponents, Bane and Seven, the Disciples of Synn. Damn, these guys look huge, especially the tattooed bald freak! I'd say the cute guys in the ring are about to take a beating!

The disciples calmly enter the ring in their tight black speedos, totally dwarfing their competition. Wow, that is a bad ass tattoo covering Bane's wide back and shoulders!

	When the bell sounds, Bane picks up Tank like he is a child's toy, and drops the dude on the top rope, belly first. OOOF! Tank is in trouble already and the match just started!
	Next, Bane tags in his partner Seven, and holds back the muscle man's arms, so Seven has a free shot on Tank's ripped stomach.

UGGHHH! Tank suffers a fist to the solar plexus. Look how much larger these freaks are than their poor opponent! He really doesn't stand a chance, especially if they are going to double team him.
The two on one action continues as Bane holds the jobber's big biceps and tells Seven to punch the cute kid in the face. The ref, meanwhile, is just standing back there allowing this illegal brutality to continue!
POW, right in the kisser! Tank collapses to the mat like a ton of bricks. Come on, ref, you've got to get one of these beasts out of the ring, or they are going to tear this cute muscle man to shreds!

	Seven seems to get off on kicking guys with his tall leather boots. He buries his foot in young Tank's lower abdomen.
	Over in the far corner, Cage watches in frustration as his helpless partner is stomped and kicked in the belly several times. Tank can't even get to his feet.

Seven stands over his opponent in domination, like a master over a whipped slave. Tank lays at his master's feet, rubbing and kissing the tall leather boot.
Seven decides to allow his partner to also have some fun beating up this cute body builder. He tags in Bane and holds their boy toy in a front facelock.

Bane kicks the trapped opponent square in the gut yet again, or possibly in the crotch. Come on ref, please get one of these cheaters out of the ring!

	"It's your turn" says Seven as he exits the ring. "Be sure to keep working on his gut, I softened it up for you."
	Bane pounces on his victim like a lion on an injured lamb. He slams about a dozen hard fists into the other man's stomach, pounding the wind out of his opponent's body.

"Oh god, my gut! I can't take any more! Please stop punching me, Boss!" The ref looks a bit shocked by this brutality and he orders Bane to stop the belly punching.
The tattooed beast lays his long, hard body on top of Tank and lifts a leg for a pin...
...but the muscle boy foolishly kicks out. "OK tuff guy, I'll beat you up some more, if that's what you want. You should learn when to stay down."

	Bane tags in his sadistic partner, Seven, and again holds back Tank's arms. "I guess he wants some more abuse. Give him another boot to the belly!"
	Seven drives yet another foot into Tank's already damaged stomach. Poor Tank looks like a kid next to these huge sadistic animals.

Tank has suffered enough abuse. His partner watches as huge Bane again covers the beaten boy and lifts a leg for the count of three. This has been a complete two-on-one squash job on the muscle man.

Bane raises his arms in victory, standing over his dazed and exhausted opponent.

"Here is your winner, wearing the skimpy black speedo, BANE, the Disciple of Synn!"

The Disciples of Synn stand face to face as Bane runs his fingers through Seven's long hair and gazes into his eyes. Then they celebrate their easy victory with a head butt.