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Originally Posted by Hollywood Hasney Michael Cole was backstage looking flustered when Jerry Lawler walked in. "What's wrong, Michael?" Jerry asked with serious concern for his friend. "The people still don't like me. After all the anonymous GM announcements and loving The Miz so much, I can't get the people back on my side. Someone spat in my face in the street! I can't go on like this." Lawler looked concerned that his friend was so upset, but as he brought him in for a hug, a smile went across his face. "I can tell you how to become face, but there's one thing I want". Cold looked inquisitively at him, before realising what he meant. Cole smiled back and bit his bottom lip before dropping to his knees. He pulled Lawlers minuscule cock from his unwashed wrestling outfit and ran his mouth right around it like a child wanting his lollipop. It was ravaged due to all the cheap whores he married and the actual whores he'd paid for. Lawler groaned as the full two inches were teased by Coles excellent oral skills. "I used to say puppies a lot, but that was before I knew what it felt like to have a goatee tickle my balls" 30 seconds later, Lawler pulled out and blasted Coles face with a volume that Cole had never taken from a penis before. It smelled a little off, but Cole no sold it for his friend. "Wow King, the volume of that is outstanding and the accuracy out of this world. Do you always get it directly in the eye?" "Why do you think JR has that squint?" "So was that the plan all along? Make me look like JR". Jerry laughed. "Of course not. Now don't ask any questions but it will happen tonight." Jerry went on that night to slip a cyanide pill to himself, mimicking the effects of a heart attack. He did not know what would happen to him, but he knew his friend would be face from here on out.

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