OldGoldBeard
A Sorry WR Like Crabtree
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How They Got Here: Rico- 62, Cav- 20
Rico- 41, Caturday- 39
lectro- 70, phan- 28
lectro- 43, Ph- 37
If This Were the WWE: Lectro takes the ring first and chalks his hands, getting ready for business. Rico, meanwhile, struts out to an Eagles/Fleetwood Mac mash-up, high-fiving the fans as he struts up to the ring. The bell sounds, but Rico is unfazed, wearing a smarmy grin as he says, "Oh, man, I've got Lectro? I don't even..."
He's cut off by a right hook. Rico goes down as the Junkyard Dog pulls the full Rick Steiner, trotting around the ring on all fours and raising his leg over Rico's writhing body. The crowd goes wild, and Lectro goes to work, cycling through various submission moves--the half-nelson, figure-four--like the old pro that he is. After a time, however, he feels a tickling sensation at his anus. At first he ignores it, but the feeling grows to a poke, and then a prod.
"Is that where RULZ used to boink you?" Rico wheezes.
The Junkyard Dog chooses to ignore the taunt, tightening his grip around Rico's throat.
"I begged him to boink me, but he said I wasn't man enough." The Junkyard Dog shivers as Rico's broad, flat tongue massages his grundle. "I'll be your BeachBum any day," Rico coos, resting his cheek against his opponent's sweaty, shriveled scrotum.
The Junkyard Dog has had enough. Releasing Rico, he leaps up and sprints out of the ring and up the tunnel, Rico in close pursuit.
"Wait!" Rico shouts. "Come back! We're both red birds, I promise!"
Both men are counted out as they disappear out of the arena. By virtue of having left the ring a second later, Rico is declared the winner.
Rico- 41, Caturday- 39
lectro- 70, phan- 28
lectro- 43, Ph- 37
If This Were the WWE: Lectro takes the ring first and chalks his hands, getting ready for business. Rico, meanwhile, struts out to an Eagles/Fleetwood Mac mash-up, high-fiving the fans as he struts up to the ring. The bell sounds, but Rico is unfazed, wearing a smarmy grin as he says, "Oh, man, I've got Lectro? I don't even..."
He's cut off by a right hook. Rico goes down as the Junkyard Dog pulls the full Rick Steiner, trotting around the ring on all fours and raising his leg over Rico's writhing body. The crowd goes wild, and Lectro goes to work, cycling through various submission moves--the half-nelson, figure-four--like the old pro that he is. After a time, however, he feels a tickling sensation at his anus. At first he ignores it, but the feeling grows to a poke, and then a prod.
"Is that where RULZ used to boink you?" Rico wheezes.
The Junkyard Dog chooses to ignore the taunt, tightening his grip around Rico's throat.
"I begged him to boink me, but he said I wasn't man enough." The Junkyard Dog shivers as Rico's broad, flat tongue massages his grundle. "I'll be your BeachBum any day," Rico coos, resting his cheek against his opponent's sweaty, shriveled scrotum.
The Junkyard Dog has had enough. Releasing Rico, he leaps up and sprints out of the ring and up the tunnel, Rico in close pursuit.
"Wait!" Rico shouts. "Come back! We're both red birds, I promise!"
Both men are counted out as they disappear out of the arena. By virtue of having left the ring a second later, Rico is declared the winner.
