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Rasta Squashes Gaylord

Jeff Gaylord was a confident young lion from the 1980's who had a powerful body. He knew he was a stud and loved to flex and pose. Gaylord never backed down from a fight and was willing to climb in the ring with any opponent.
Oh no, just look at this wild beast climbing into the ring.  They call him Rasta The Voodoo Mon.  He looks like a bloodthirsty cannibal. With those massive slabs of muscle, he could tear any man to pieces! Who can stand up to this wild savage?

Cute young Jeff Gaylord has agreed to try to subdue the sadistic animal.  He bounces around the ring showing off his athletic physique and bulging blue trunks while the fans whistle and cheer for him.
GRRRR!  Rasta watches the handsome white man strut around the ring.  Damn, that freaky face paint and those bulging muscles are sure intimidating!
The beast raises his arms and waves his Voodoo stick around, preparing a spell for his unwitting opponent.
Rasta taps his shoulder with the magic wand.  The ref is trying to prevent Rasta from using black magic.  Voodoo curses are apparently against the rules of Professional Wrestling.

Across the ring, Jeff Gaylord suddenly feels a mysterious burning in his shoulder.  He clutches his arm and gasps in pain.

How can Gaylord ever defeat this huge creature, especially if the monster has the power to inflict pain without even touching a man??
Suddenly Gaylord isn't feeling too confident.  He knows he is in for some intense punishment at the hands of this mysterious black muscle-freak  Is it the Voodoo magic that is causing the bulge in his trunks to grow??
With a concerned look on his face, the Missouri Tiger prepares to lock up with the stronger and more ruthless opponent.

Rasta quickly establishes his mastery over the white boy with a tight Side Headlock.  He grinds his huge pec muscle into Gaylord's cheekbone and whiplashes his head up and down a few dozen times.

Gaylord checks out the ripped muscles of his opponent's chest while gripping the back of the Voodoo Mon's tights.
Rasta releases his white toy, stepping back to flex his muscles.  Sweat has begun to glisten on the very impressive body of this dark savage.
The Voodoo Mon waves his fingers over his shoulder muscle, in the exact spot where he touched the magic wand earlier in the match.

Once again, Gaylord's shoulder burns with pain.  His huge muscles tense as he feels jolts of electricity shooting through his entire arm.  Was this pain caused by Rasta's mysterious chanting?

Gaylord reacts in anger and fear, pointing at the mysterious Rasta.  "Stop using that Voodoo on me, NOW!  That HURTS my ARM!!"

Rasta is relentless, giving young Gaylord another jolt of hot pain in his shoulder muscle.  This is just sadistic!  How can a man win against black magic?
Poor Gaylord is desperate.  "Come on dude, please don't use that magic on me.  I'm begging you, can we please just wrestle fair and square?"  
They lock up again and the Jamaican easily over-powers his opponent.  He has beaten young Gaylord mentally, so now it's just a matter of time until he pins this frightened kid.
Gaylord is nearly in tears as Rasta again drags him around the ring by the neck.  He places his hand respectfully on his black daddy's mid-section. Gaylord is normally the stronger wrestler, but clearly not in this match!

Rivers of sweat and make-up are running down the massive beast's chest.  Gaylord has no choice but to endure this suffering, his face trapped against that huge pec muscle, breathing the savage's hot scent. Gaylord has been totally dominated by this black warrior and is now being taught to obey and worship his master.
The ref leans in closely and reminds Rasta that cannibalism is illegal in the United States.
The beast begins hammering his stunned opponent, trying to snap his spine with brute force. Gaylord falls to his hands and knees, like a dog that's been taught to heel.
CRUNCH!   Rasta drops an elbow to his neck.  This kid is in serious trouble now!

The ref is sickened by this brutality. "Come on, don't spike his face on the mat!  He is hurt enough already."

Rasta doesn't listen to the ref as he drives Gaylord's head into the mat like he's trying to crack open a coconut.

With a sick thud, Gaylord's forehead bounces off the canvas and he grips his face in agony. "OWWW!!  Please stop hurting me! PLEASE!"
This animal is out of control, howling at the audience and flexing his muscles like he is in some kind of bloodthirsty frenzy.
The beast presses Jeff's throat on the top rope while pulling it up to strangle him.  Is he trying to kill this poor dude?
Poor Gaylord is being manhandled by this ruthless animal!  He lies at his master's feet, gasping for air while the man-beast flexes for the screaming fans.

After a running start, Rasta clobbers his dazed opponent with a massive Clothesline, knocking him off his feet yet again. Poor Gaylord has had enough.

Once again, Gaylord is flat on the mat, moaning in pain while his stronger opponent struts around slowly, planning his next painful attack.  Someone better rescue this poor kid, he is in major trouble in there!
Rasta again chokes Jeff on the ropes.  The worried ref tries to convince the sadistic beast to obey the rules.
With a yank of the rope, Gaylord's head snaps back, giving him whip-lash.  Even though Gaylord is a big muscle stud, he can't handle much more if this abuse!

As Gaylord collapses on the middle rope to catch his breath, the Voodoo Mon straddles him with those long legs.

This is horrible!  Rasta is bouncing up and down on Gaylord's neck like he's jerking himself off.  Meanwhile Gaylord is being choked on the rope!!

The ref somehow convinces this wild savage to get off poor Gaylord before he strangled the poor dude. Gaylord is a totally beaten boy.
Rasta is finished toying with his play-thing.  He whips Gaylord into the buckles, then scoops an arm between his legs to roll him backwards.
With a handful of trunks, Rasta is able to keep Gaylord down for the pin.  Now we know for sure who the better man is.

The savage stands in victory over the fallen white man, proud of his superior power.

"Here is your winner, and clearly the most powerful man in Wrestling, Rasta the Voodoo Mon!"
He flexes for the crowd, his neck muscles knotting like thick cables as sweat glistens on his pumped shoulders and chest.

From now on, Jeff Gaylord better think twice about climbing in the ring with a man who is clearly much stronger and more ruthless.