|Description||The other video i uploaded was having some trouble. This one is missing the last 20 seconds, were the wrestlers are kissing in the pool. But it's not as heavy as the other one.
Billy Lodi has been of legal drinking age for a couple of years, but the young punk looks perpetually adolescent. So when he sidles up to the bar and orders a beer, civic-minded Mitch is quick to insist on seeing some ID. Without his ID on him, Billy pleads for understanding. He flashes that disarming smile and dials up the charm. But Mitch is having none of it, meaning Billy is not getting served.
"Aren't you Mitch Colby?" Billy abruptly changes tack. "Don't you wrestle for BG East?" It's not the first time Mitch has been identified for his popular wrestling work. He shrugs his huge shoulders humbly and acknowledges that he is the "famous" Mitch Colby. "You look a lot older in person," Billy smirks, wiping the grin off of Mitch's handsome face. "Look, I'll make a deal with you," the young punk plots. "When I beat you, you have to serve me."
"You think so, you want to wrestle this?!" Mitch stares down incredulously at his massive pecs and six pack ABS. He's almost 5 inches taller and an incredible 75 pounds heavier than his audacious featherweight challenger. "Mitch Colby, the big muscle guy, against you, the scrawny little punk dude here?" Mitch can't quite believe he's getting called out by this ankle biter.
"Yes," Billy slaps the bar, "I want to wrestle Mitch the Bitch!" Irked by the taunting nickname that a certain masked wrestler bestowed upon him years ago, Mitch gives the young punk his home address and tells him to come by after he's done with his shift at the bar. The look of excitement on Billy's face suggests this confrontation had nothing to do with his desire for a beer. He was angling to get his hands on magnificent Mitch all along! And it's more than hands that get to make that special connection...
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