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Sullivan Squashes The Stallion


Oh no, Kevin Sullivan looks angry as he marches to the ring in his black cloak.  You don't want to be in the ring with this sadistic freak when he is in a heated mood!
 

The Italian Stallion, already stipped to the waist and ready to wrestle, shows no fear of Kevin Sullivan. I wonder how Sullivan will react to those tight red briefs that barely contain this big Italian meatball?
The Stallion takes an early lead, cranking on a headlock and forcing Sullivan to walk around like a dog on a leash.
Sullivan takes this opportunity to feel the manly power in the Stallion's beefy body, checking out his girth as he strokes the man's powerful belly.  The Stallion doesn't seem to mind.

The Stallion works the headlock for maximum pain.  He releases and re-grips over and over, to grind Sullivan's face between his pec muscle and bicep.

GRRRR!  He flexes his big muscles and smothers Sullivan's face against his beefy chest.  Of course this humiliation is only going to anger Sullivan even more, and when he gains the upper hand, he will be extra ruthless!

Sullivan forces the Stallion into the corner, so the headlock is broken.  Sullivan presses against the other man for several seconds.  He loves to grind and rub his bare body against his opponents.
Sullivan doesn't break clean against this big stapping hunk.  Instead he gains the upper hand with a haymaker to the chin.

He is on the ROPES, back off Sullivan!!

Now Sullivan is ready to punish his big boy-toy.  He drags the Stallion out of the ring and slams his throat on the steel fence at ring side.

The fans eagerly watch this burly Stallion in the tight red gear moaning and suffering in front of them, practically in their laps.
Sullivan decides to give the fans what they paid to see: some brutal violence.  He jacks the Stallion in the jaw.
The Stallion collapses to the cold floor like a slaughtered bull.  Now he is the one in a humliating position, crying for mercy at the feet of the fans.

Oh yeah, this sexy Alpha Male loves his job!  He can barely stop from smiling as he prepares to inflict some more pain.

As the Stallion squirms around like a beached whale, Sullivan snatches the waistband of those tight red trunks.

Oh damn!  Sullivan is exposing this poor man, showing his bare white ass to all the laughing fans!

Sullivan yanks his ass up for more torture while the fans laugh and clap.  I see a cop in the audience, maybe he should arrest Sullivan for indecent exposure.
Now the devil worshipper pulls the Italian Stallion to his feet and blinds him by clawing his eyes.

The Stallion can't believe how badly he is being beaten and shamed.  He kneels in agony, clutching his aching body.  Many fans are laughing at his humiliation, but the angry redneck in the blue T-shirt looks ready to come to his rescue.


The assault continues as Kevin Sullivan rakes his nails down the Stallion's back, digging trenches in his skin.
YEOOOWW!!  

The beefy Italian howls in pain, arching his bare back.  He hasn't even had a chance to pull up his trunks yet.
Kevin kicks the jobber right in the lower back, trying to injure his spine.  The Stallion practically falls in the lap of the outraged fan wearing the blue T-shirt.


OUCH, now this sadistic bastard kicks him in the head.  This is horrible!  Sullivan is so deadly outside the ring, yet the ref is allowing this dirty action to continue!

He drives a steel chair into his victim's rib cage.  Sullivan is in a very deadly mood this evening, even for him.  
The beaten boy lies against the fence, at the feet of his buddy in the blue T-shirt, and the man in the white pants who keeps laughing at him and spitting on him.
"I must have the best job in the world!  They actually pay me to strip down to my briefs and work over other men for the fan's enjoyment!!"


This poor suffering jobber knows he has to get back in the ring for more brutal torture, but first he needs to rest from Sullivan's punishment so far.

Quit crying, you soft bellied jobber!  Roll your white ass back in the ring so Sullivan can manhandle and abuse you some more.
"Oh damn, Mr. Sullivan is way too strong and mean for me!  I just don't think I can take any more of his abuse, I wish I had never agreed to get in the ring with that killer!"


Kevin peels his boy toy up by the hair and runs him toward the steel ring post.

CLANG!   Sullivan rings the Italian Stallion's bell, introducing his skull to cold hard steel.
He's stunned again, rolling around on the dirty floor almost naked in his red speedo.  A big hairy man like that should be ashamed of himself, suffering like a wimp!
The Stallion rises to his feet in rage, clenching his fists and flexing his muscles.  He remembered that he is a man, not a little bitch, and he is determined to hurt Sullivan...
...But once he's back in the ring, Sullivan quickly beats him down and prepares him for a Belly Buster.
Sullivan loves this move, jumping up and stomping both feet on the opponent's soft gut.  What would you do if you saw this man-beast sailing down on you with both feet??  OOOOFFFFF!!!
That's it for this beaten boy, he is finished!  Sullivan dives on top and pins him belly to belly.

The jobber's head may be under the ropes , but the ref does him a favor by quickly counting him out.

"Here is your Winner --  Kevin Sullivan!"



The cocky winner struts over to the camera, challenging all the wimpy men in their Lazy Boys watching in their living rooms to come climb in the ring with him.  
The handsome ref designates Sullivan as the better man as Sullivan struts around the ring in his tight black trunks.