The ref watches for a choke as the veteran bad guy slaps a Cobra Clutch on the young pretty boy in baby blue trunks.  Everyone knows where this is leading.
	The kid's movements are slower and slower, as he drifts gently off to sleep in the older man's tight embrace.

	The young victim is sprawled out on the mat, with all the fans checking out his bulging blue speedo.  Clearly he is out cold, this ref should ring the bell before serious damage occurs.
	At last the ref calls for the bell and orders the heel to release the hold.  The bad guy continues to pour on the pressure to his helpless opponent.

Steve Keirn, the blond hottie in control, slaps on a Cobra Clutch from a kneeling position, preparing to finish off the wrestler in the long red tights.

		Here is that bald Russian beast again, destroying yet another American with the deadly Kremlin Cobra Clutch.
		Within seconds, the jobber is flat on his back as the cruel Russian tightens his arms like a noose, slowly sleepering the dude into Dream Land.

The ref leans in close, not sure whether to count to three or test to see if the man is out cold.  The Russian doesn't pay any attention to the ref, as he continues to work his arms tighter and tighter around the hated American's neck.

			The bell is ringing over and over.  In the far corner, you can see the Russian's partner, in matching red singlet, stepping in the ring to beat up the other American wrestler.
			Oh no, it's pandemonium in the ring!  The ref is ordering one Russian to get out of the ring, while the other Russian continues to strangle the sleeping jobber.

This ref needs to gain control of the situation before these young American grapplers get hurt!  He gives the Russian applying the Cobra Clutch a shoulder massage, while the other Russian continues to beat down the jobber in the purple trunks.

This masked man is called The Viper.  He must be into snakes, because he is applying The Cobra on the chubby jobber in the black bikini underwear.
The fat victim sinks to the mat, his motions slowing down as if he's just been bitten by a venomous snake.  Meanwhile, the Viper continues applying pressure in his Cobra Clutch.

The ref checks his arm, but it is as limp as a Raggedy Ann doll.  This match is over, the beefy boy was no match for this evil Viper.
He lays at his master's feet, out cold in his tight black briefs.  The Viper struts around in victory as all the fans boo, even though they enjoyed watching this baby face being put to sleep.