OldGoldBeard
A Sorry WR Like Crabtree
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How They Got Here: jhmd- 61, Numbers- 29
jhmd- 45, Moon- 20
deacfreke- 52, Racer- 34
deacfreke- 38, TheReff- 36
If This Were the WWE: Deacfreke is clearly outmatched from the word "Go," as the feisty redhead works him over with a series of jabs, suplexes, and a rousing body slam that brings the crowd to their feet. Just as JHMD is about to go for the pin, however, one of the ring girls walks out.
"How disgusting," JHMD mutters, sneering at her bulging curves and juicy thighs. "Exploiting her appearance like that for professional gain. I hope someone rapes her."
"Terrible," the bloodied deacfreke adds, staggering to his feet. "Not nearly hot enough to be on TV. You can barely even see her Adam's apple, and her hair isn't moist at all." With a sigh, he leans against the ropes. "Oh, Jeffrey."
"You know," JHMD says, his fingers ever-so-slightly brushing deacfreke's, "Bzz always reminded me of Dean a little bit."
Freke's breath catches. "Me too. You know all the UNC fans..."
"...hung Dean in effigy after his third year," they finish in unison.
JHMD touches Freke's cheek, and the latter giggles, dropping his eyes to the floor. Thirty minutes later, they're sitting on the edge of the ring, kicking their dangling legs as JHMD sips a mimosa and freke nurses a cosmo. They match is called after an hour of inactivity.
jhmd- 45, Moon- 20
deacfreke- 52, Racer- 34
deacfreke- 38, TheReff- 36
If This Were the WWE: Deacfreke is clearly outmatched from the word "Go," as the feisty redhead works him over with a series of jabs, suplexes, and a rousing body slam that brings the crowd to their feet. Just as JHMD is about to go for the pin, however, one of the ring girls walks out.
"How disgusting," JHMD mutters, sneering at her bulging curves and juicy thighs. "Exploiting her appearance like that for professional gain. I hope someone rapes her."
"Terrible," the bloodied deacfreke adds, staggering to his feet. "Not nearly hot enough to be on TV. You can barely even see her Adam's apple, and her hair isn't moist at all." With a sigh, he leans against the ropes. "Oh, Jeffrey."
"You know," JHMD says, his fingers ever-so-slightly brushing deacfreke's, "Bzz always reminded me of Dean a little bit."
Freke's breath catches. "Me too. You know all the UNC fans..."
"...hung Dean in effigy after his third year," they finish in unison.
JHMD touches Freke's cheek, and the latter giggles, dropping his eyes to the floor. Thirty minutes later, they're sitting on the edge of the ring, kicking their dangling legs as JHMD sips a mimosa and freke nurses a cosmo. They match is called after an hour of inactivity.
