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Stone Cold Steve Austin could feel the anticipation building in his gut, a cocktail of adrenaline and patriotism that could only be satiated by kicking some British ass. He had studied the history books, knew the battles, and was ready to raise hell alongside the Founding Fathers.
The battle was intense, a cacophony of musket fire and shouting that seemed to shake the very ground beneath their feet. Steve took down several redcoats with his bare hands, their cries of surprise and pain music to his ears. The British line began to waver, their morale crumbling under the relentless onslaught of the unexpected reinforcement from the future.
As the dust settled, George Washington turned to Steve, his expression one of admiration. "You fight with the strength of ten men," he said, panting slightly. Steve grinned, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Just doing my part for the country."
George's gaze lingered on Steve's muscular form, his eyes drifting down to the bulge in his trousers. Steve took a step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You know, George, I've heard stories about you. They say you've got a cock as big as the Declaration of Independence." George's cheeks flushed, his hand straying to the front of his breeches. "Is that so?"
The air grew thick with anticipation as Steve leaned in, his voice low and seductive. "I'd be honored to suck it," he offered, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. George's eyes went wide, his mouth hanging open.
The moment was shattered by the sound of approaching horsemen. "Looks like we've got more company," Steve said, his tone still playful. "But maybe after we deal with these guys?" George nodded, his composure regained. "Perhaps," he said, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
