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Rocksteady/Wingnut/Leatherhead

"Youse louts gotta join da Foot Clan!" Never let it be said that Rocksteady wasn't persistent. "Or els hows we gonna get dem turtles?"

Rocksteady had been after Leatherhead and Wingnut ever since he joined the IGWF. Muscle like theirs wasn't something that came along every day, he reckoned. They were the perfect fit. However, there were more than a few bumps down that merry little road Rocksteady had been skipping down.

The burly gator snorted down his nose at the thought of that. "Ut! Why would we be wantin to go an do a fool thing like that?" The other part of the 'we' he was referring to was his elsewhere partner Wingnut, a unique if flightly, alien bat who he'd meet on the circuit. "We's got it good, Wingnut and I. Who woulds we wanna go back to fightn them dar turtles when we's got us a sweet deal?"

"Its fer honor!" Rocksteady couldn't believe that he'd said that, much less meant it.

Leatherhead snorted as soon as he heard that. "Ut! You says honor but you and that pig ain't exactly determined to go back to Dimension X!"

Rocksteady rounded on him with a roar. "Hey! You leives Bebop outta dis!"

The gargantuan gator man couldn't help but smirk at the rhino's belligerence. "Ut! Well why should I? It ain't like he's here ta do anything about it!"

"OOohhhh that's it! I ain't gonna stand here an let you dis my boy! Dem's fighting words!!"

Stepping forward Rocksteady struck a finger up into Leatherhead's face. "Youse going down swamp-breath!"

Leatherhead grinned down at the belligerent rhino, liking this new turn of events. "Ut! We don't that just beat all? You took the words right outta my mouth! So how's we gonna settle dis little feud?"

"I'll tells ya! We's gonna wrestle it out! Me," Rocksteady stuck a meaty thumb at his chest, "Against both of youse!! 2 outa 3! And if I win you pack your things and go join Masta Shredder!"

The sewer gator cocked an eyebrow at that bit of bravado. "Ut! And you think that you can take on both of us?"

"I know I can swamp-breath! I don't' need nouse help to deals with ya."

"Ut! Very well den. And if, or rather I should say, WHEN we, Wingnut and I's, win, youse gotta do whatever we say."

"Deal!" Rhino hand and gator hands meet half way, their amiable handshake quickly turning into a testosterone-fueled contest. "I'll sees ya in the ring gator-breath."

"Ut! And I'll be dar!"

Leatherhead watched Rocksteady walk away, a big grin on his scaly brow. "Ut! Just you wait rhino-butt. You're gonna regret undaestimatin me. This is guarantee..."

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Hours later saw Rocksteady Leatherhead and Wingnut on opposing end of a wrestling ring, inside of one of the Foot's old gymnasiums. As he paced back and forward in his corner Rocksteady paused every now and then to glower at Wingnut and Leatherhead, nostrils blaring as he imagined the many ways he'd beat them. Briefly he wondered if he'd bitten off more than he could chew. He quickly stifled that thought. He'd seen them fight. Knew what they were capable of and he was more than ready for them.

Leatherhead and Wingnut were across the ring from him, and were busy stretching themselves out for the impending fight. Leatherhead sported a purple eye-mask, wristbands and trunks, with a pair of purple boots with black trim and white laces. His partner Wingnut, wanting to flaunt his tightly muscled bod, sported an orange pair of trunks and some white ankle braces and wrist tape.

Rocksteady wore a mask like Leatherhead's, save for the camo hue. His trunks were similarly colored, with his brown boots rounding out his outfit.

And if anyone was there that night and saw that all three of them were packing some serious heat in those skimpy trunks.

"Ut! So how are going to do this?" The titanic gator had slid out of the corner and to the side, stretching his oversized legs.

"Youse both cans cum at me howevers youse want." Rocksteady's back was still facing them. "It ain't gonna maddar what youse do. I'am still goinsta stomp youse both."

Wingnut favored Rocksteady with a small glare over his shoulders as he stretched his shoulders and hamstrings. "Hey Leathy, what say we wreck this big paluka," he asked, turning his head towards his larger friend.

"Ut! We see little Wingy." Leatherhead had no intention on losing this bout. And, if he were to be completely honest, he'd get more than a submission out of that smarmy rhino. "I'm ready whenever you are rhino!"

"Da name's Rocksteady," snorted the rhino, "and I is gonna make sure dat youse remember it!" The boisterous rhino strode into the center of the ring, nostrils blaring.

Their stretching finished Wingnut and Leatherhead stepped out of their corner, the latter circling behind Rocksteady while the former drew the rhino's attention towards his front. His focus split between his front and back Rocksteady crept toward the ropes. In a flash of orange and blue Wingnut juked ahead of the hulking rhino, a Cheshire grin on his angular face as he stared into Rocksteady's glowering face.

The sound of thunder streaking across the canvas behind him brought Rocksteady's attention back, but not in time to stop his other, much scalier and larger, opponent from dashing behind him. Rocksteady had only a moment to register Leatherhead's presence before he felt the gator's arms lock underneath his armpits and back up over his shoulders, a grunt leaving his muzzle as he felt Leatherhead's hands locking together behind his back.

Leatherhead tightened his grip and lifted the bulking rhino into the air, guffawing into the latter's ears as he drew him off of his feet.

"Ut! We've only just started and you're already loosing! But den," his tone went deep and seductive, "Dat's what you like, isn't it," he added, humping his bulging purple package against the rhino's bubbly camo-coated ass, the latter's shivering response enticing a grin, "You just achin for me n' Wingy to have our way with you."

The aforementioned 'Wingy' had stepped forward as Leatherhead had taken Rocksteady into his grip, and was rubbing his bulging orange pouch as he watched Leatherhead rub against the rhino. With his other talon he rubbed the rhino's hulking body, licentiously twirling a claw around each of the perky dark-grey nips before trailing a claw down his bodacious bod, smirking as the sounds of the rhino's heavy, heaty moaning reached his ears.

Once his talon was on Rocksteady's gut he stopped. Then, curling his talons into a fist he launched it into Rocksteady's gut, following it up with several more in quick succession.

The sharp blows echoed throughout the room as they bounced off of Rocksteady's thick hide. After striking several more times Wingnut stopped his striking and slid his talons down the rhino's trembling form. He drew a circle around his bulging tights before wrapping his talons around them and squeezing.

Rocksteady threw his head back and moaned into the air, his movement hampered by Leatherhead's iron grip. "Ut! Is that all it takes to make you moan? Dis is gonna be easier dan I t'oguht."

Rocksteady's hips bucked forward into the bat's hand, seemingly of their own accord. A familiar pressure began to build up within his balls and Rocksteady could feel himself about to blow. Thinking quickly Rocksteady surged his hips forward and threw his legs around Wingnut's neck, squeezing the bat's head and left arm between his alabaster thighs.

"Wingy," exclaimed the bat's gator pal, the force of his exclamation relaxing his grip somewhat. Taking advantage of the slack Rocksteady slid his arms up and around the gator's head and squeezed, causing Leatherhead to release his hold. Then, almost immediately afterwards Rocksteady dropped onto the canvas, ass first, crashing the gator against his right shoulder and the bat into canvas.

Slowly Rocksteady drew himself onto his feet, absently cupping his screaming man-pouch. He looked over at the prone Leatherhead and struggling Wingnut, savoring his triumph. "I'm gonna gets youse both for that," he exclaimed, "But first..." His gaze zeroed in on the quivering blue and orange molester, "I'm gonna haves me some fun."

Reaching down Rocksteady drew one of his arms underneath Wingnut's legs and another beneath his heads and spun about, scooping the struggling bat off the canvas and hoisting him up over his shoulders. Taking one hand to the bat's chin he started to bounce, stretching Wingnut's smaller form across his shoulder blades. "Youse gonna get it now batfink!"

Zeroing in on the nearest turnbuckle Rocksteady readied himself and charged towards it, turning at the last minute so that Wingnut slammed his back into it, a strangled cry escaping the bat's mouth as he felt his back smash into the turnbuckle and his legs fly over the other side of the ropes. His lithe arms fell over his head and slid across the canvas on either side of his head.

Two big boots placing themselves on both sides of his head preceded the shadow that fell across his face. His darkened vision faded into a cascade of darkened camo as Rocksteady dropped his ass onto the bat's upturned face, giving him a huge whiff of his musky ass-crack.

"Yeah! Betcha like dat," Rocksteady exclaimed, as he rubbed his ass in Wingnut's face, ignoring the bat's ignoble moaning, "And now cums da fun part!"

Drawing his hand up Rocksteady cupped the front and back of Wingnut's prodigious bulge, groping and griping it with amused relish. The moaning bat's hips surged forward much like his own did earlier, bucking upwards in their awkward position. Seeing a growing wet spot Rocksteady leaned in and nuzzled what he knew to be his enflamed tip of his cock, drawing his tongue along the tip of the tent in the bat's trunks. He opened his mouth and swallowed as much of his clothed cock as he could, moaning from the salty-sweet taste. The alien bat's bleating against his ass stirred the rhino's lusts up something fierce; he could feel his titanic bulge pressing into the bat's upturned chest. Sliding on his hands inside of Wingnut's trunks he zeroed in on the bat's sweaty ass-crack and slid a finger inside, rubbing the insides of his sphincter with gentle, forceful strokes.

His eyes growing wide Wingnut moaned warning into Rocksteady's ass not a moment before his hips surged forward and a torrent of salty-sweet bat spunk shot out of his cock, pushing through the thick orange fabric of his trunks and down Rocksteady's greedy gullet.

The hulking rhino continued to run his finger inside of Wingnut's ass, wanting to get as much of his bat spunk as he could. Once he was satisfied Rocksteady pulled himself to his feet and drew himself away from Wingnut, his oblong tongue licking what cum had escaped his mouth back inside.

Such as it was, Rocksteady wasn't aware of Leatherhead's recovery, and was caught by surprise when the gator from the Louisiana bayous drew up behind him and threw his arms around him, pinning his own thick limbs to his sides.

"Ut! It seems dat you forgot about me," Leatherhead exclaimed as he drew Rocksteady into the air, "Now... you're gonna have to pay for that."

Rocksteady thrashed about in the hold, his legs and feet flailing about as Leatherhead tossed him to and fro, stopping only when he felt something hard press against his ass. "Ut! I'mse gonna be feeding you some a-u-thentic Louisiana gator meat, if you catch my drift. This is guarantee!"

Then, ignoring Rocksteady's renewed thrashing Leatherhead zeroed in on a nearby corner and holding Rocksteady out to his front started to run towards it, wanting to avenge his wounded companion. An errant blow to his swollen nether-regions stilled the gator's charge, a soft moan escaping his lips as his feet hobbled to a stop. Another sharp blow saw moan from Leatherhead, whose grip on Rocksteady began to slip. The captive rhino slammed the back of his boot into Leatherhead's bulging purple pouch several more times, the gator's hold weakening with every strike.

After about the 5th strike Leatherhead dropped Rocksteady, his hand suddenly preoccupied with his screaming manpouch. Rocksteady, having landed on his feet, spun around and drew the bent gator up by his chin, eyeing the quiver, moaning behemoth with a wily smile. With his other hand he pulled Leatherhead's quivering hands away from his ginormous bulge and, his eyes briefly flickering on its impressive size, grabbed the enlarged head and squeezed.

Leatherhead's yowled in pain and shock; and more than a little pleasure, a sharp twist causing him to cry out once more. "How's dat feel," Rocksteady sneered, "not so good I'se imagin."

Drawing down his free hand Rocksteady gripped one of Leatherhead's perking nipples and twisted it, soaking in the cries of pain and arousal that came from it. Then he spun around, taking Leatherhead by his cock and nip, and slammed the shivering gator into the corner that was meant for him. Holding onto Leatherhead's purple pouch Rocksteady took both of the gator's arms and threw them over the ropes. Then Rocksteady releases Leatherhead's throbbing, pulsating gator cock, only to immediately clamp onto both of his perky nipples soon after.

"Youse don't lek dat, gator breath? Well hows abot dis?" He slammed his knee into the underside of Leatherhead's cock, "Or dis? Or dis? Or dis," he continued, accentuating his questions with sharp knees to the gator's cock. "Dat don't feel so good, I'd emagin."

Leatherhead didn't answer, too tired and horny to do much more than pant and quiver. "I didn't dink so." Drawing his knee up Rocksteady dug into the underside of Leatherhead's bulging breadbasket.

Leatherhead yowled in from the new assault on his bulging sac, the rhino's heavy knee making his cock quiver. Rocksteady's hands deflected his own whenever he attempted to pull the rhino away, the digging getting worse each time. A huge wet spot began to grow on the tip of Leatherhead's quivering cloth-clad cock. Feeling himself about to blow Leatherhead gave Rocksteady's meaty forearm three quick taps, indicating his submission.

Rocksteady smirked as he registered the gator submit. "Now dat wasn't so hard, was it?"

Releasing Leatherhead's nips Rocksteady drew a hand around the top of the gator's head, spun around, and then dropped onto one knee, sending the lumbering Leatherhead flying overhead. Leatherhead landed hard in the middle of the ring, not too far from Rocksteady, grunting as his ass hit the canvas.

Seeing an opening Rocksteady stepped behind Leatherhead and brought his leg back. A sudden weight around his lower leg brought Rocksteady back and stilled his assault. Looking down he saw Wingnut's arms around his tree-trunk leg. He tried to kick him off but the bat wouldn't let go, and only seemed to hold tighter.

Then, clutching tightly onto Rocksteady's leg Wingnut drew himself up, his stance wobbly and uneven. "Youse got some guts batfink," Rocksteady moaned, "I louke dat. Here," he reached out and took Wingnut's arms, bringing them up to his sides, "Pose fer me." He stepped around Wingnut, forgetting about Leatherhead, moving the bat's arms either which way, trying to get him to pose and flex. And Wingnut, too addled to put up much a resistance, did as he was told, flexing his bulging arms for the larger male, standing as surest as he could on unsteady legs.

Rocksteady walks around him, admiring the bat's perky bod. He stops behind him, eyeing his chiseled backside, and drop to his knees, homing in on Wingnut's perky ass. Sliding his hands downward he stops at the bat's bubbly orange-clad cheeks, cupping them and giving them an admiring rub. Then he leans in, eyes closed as if to take an admiring whiff of his ass. His arm suddenly rears back and swings underneath the bat's legs, his forearm smashing against the bat's moistened breadbasket.

Wingnut let's out a quick yip as his hands fly onto his bulge and cup his battered balls, sinking onto his knees and sliding his upper-body forward. His perky orange ass hangs in the air, with his talons visibly cupping his balls underneath.

Rocksteady takes a moment to admire the view, licking his lips as his hands rubbing his sweaty chest and throbbing bulge. Giving into his lusts Rocksteady stepped forward, pulling out his leaking cock. A pair of arms threw themselves around Rocksteady's chest, once again pinning his arms to his sides. Then they drew him against a scaly chest Rocksteady was all too familiar with.

"Ut! You ain't gonna be doing anything do my little buddy," Leatherhead cried, as he pulled Rocksteady away from the downed bat and swung him around, "This I guarantee!"

Leatherhead felt Rocksteady thrash about again, his legs flying every which way. Not wanting to become the rhino's bitch again Leatherhead pulled his arms to the rhino's sides and threw himself onto the canvas, using the impact to bounce off of the latter's body and onto his back.

Rocksteady yowled as his fat cock slammed against the canvas. Flipping onto his back Rocksteady tossed from side-to-side, cupping his injured cock and swollen scrotum. After the pain had ebbed Rocksteady laid on his back with the other two, their heavy breathing resounding in his ears.

All three of them picked themselves up at the same time, though their movement was slow and their stances uneven. Leatherhead was the first to rise, followed by Rocksteady, with Wingnut still on his knees. Eyeing the gator's larger form rise beside him Rocksteady turned to face him, turning his back to Wingnut. Reaching upwards the bat swung upwards between his knees, Rocksteady's thighs clamping down him just before he could connect.

Rocksteady grinned over his head at Wingnut. "Didn't dink dat I forgots abouts youse," he quipped, as he gave the arm between his legs a little shake, "Now did yas? Now be a good little batfink whils I takes cares of your gator-breath."

Rocksteady turned just in time to see Leatherhead's fist flying towards him. He was able to block it with his arm, but not the one that followed. The blow rocked Rocksteady to his core. Leatherhead followed it up with several more sharp blows to the chest, the rhino's grip on Wingnut weakening with every strike, the bat eventually being able to slip free.

The sound of a sharp blow reached Wingnut's ear and he looked up to see Rocksteady stumbling backwards. Sitting himself up on his hands and knees Wingnut angled his back to Rocksteady. Seeing this Leatherhead stepped forward and pushed Rocksteady over, sending the leaking mutant flying backwards, his thick cock slinging pre-cum as he fell backwards. Rocksteady landed on his back with a loud thud, heaving and panting.

Leatherhead pulled Wingnut onto his feet. Then the two took to either side of the downed rhino and grabbed either of his legs. Then as one they dropped to the ground, each of them holding one of Rocksteady's legs. Placing one foot against the rhino's side and another against each other's feet, with Leatherhead providing a little bit of slack for his smaller buddy, the two held tightly onto the leg nestled against their chest and started to pull.

Rocksteady cried out as pain shot through his legs, his lusts seemingly subsumed by the shocks of pain that coursed throughout his being as his fists flailed against the canvas. Bending forward he sought to stop either Leatherhead or Wingnut but was unable to reach them and the pain sent him crying back onto the canvas. After several more failed attempts Rocksteady brought his arms up and tapped the canvas 3 times, signifying his submission.

"Ut! Hear that Wingy," Leatherhead quipped, "Looks like our friend here wants to surrender."

"Then it's tied now," Wingnut chuckled, "Now let's have that tie breaker."

The two rose to their feet, releasing Rocksteady's legs as they did. Rocksteady's legs hit the canvas with a loud crash, tiny tremors coursing his prone form as he struggled against the pain. A flash of orange and blue crossed his left side and then his right. Looking up he saw Wingnut standing over him. The bat returned his gaze before dropping his ass on his chest with a moan-inducing whomp. Rocksteady felt the bat's wet pouch against his cheek, shivering as the bat ever-so-slowly drew himself down his body; across the center of his heaving breasts and down his glistening muscle-gut, with his pert little ass nestling itself against his leaking oblong meat-stick.

A large shadow then stretched across Rocksteady's heaving form and before he could so much as look up his other opponent dropped himself onto the chest, just like the bat did, his obtusely larger organ blotting out his vision.

"Ut! Dis boy, he down for da count!" Grabbing both sides of Rocksteady's face Leatherhead brought them up against the underside of his manpouch. "Ut! You getting a whiff of dat, punk? Dat's what victory smells like."

"You can say that again," quipped Wingnut, as he rubbed his ass against Rocksteady's rock hard cock, making him moan into Leatherhead's purple pouch, "But I think that he wants a little more don't you?"

"Ut! I'll bet you're right, little Wingy!" Then Leatherhead drew his hands into his purple pouch. "Now why don't we go'n give him 'a little more'?"

Pulling his trunks back Leatherhead let his thick leaking meat-stick drop onto Rocksteady's face, letting the rhino watch as it swelled right in front of him. "Ut! Now," he said down to Rocksteady, "You treat this good," he gripped his cock, "and o'Wingy back dar," and Wingnut responsively wiggled his ass against Rocksteady's rock hard cock again, "Will do da same. Now, let's see if we can't get that second pin outta ya."

Rocksteady watched as Leatherhead brought himself up and stretched himself out across his field of vision, the gator's big booted heels propping themselves over to the rhino's side while his thick gator cock dangled overhead. As this was going on Rocksteady felt Wingnut nestle against his dick, the sudden brush of air telling him that that the bat had removed himself. A soft gasp escaped Rocksteady's' mouth as he felt something graze against the tip of his cock, giving the gator the opening to thrust his own meaty dong into the rhino's mouth. Rocksteady had just enough time before Leatherhead pushed his cock inside to see Wingnut's ass swallow his cock, the sudden rush of heat and lust making him moan around the gator's thick cock.

Leatherhead let out a sharp grunt of relief as he felt the heat of the rhino's mouth roll over his meaty dong. Keeping his movements slow but steady Leatherhead started to pump his cock into Rocksteady's mouth, his meaty ass quenching within his tight trunks as he brought his hips up and down, his eyes glazing over from the rhino's surprisingly supple oral skills.

Wingnut meanwhile was busy with the rhino's thick cock, his ass having greedily devoured it. He too started a rhythm, grunting as he slowly drew his ass up Rocksteady's thick cock and back down, his fat ass smacking against the rhino's fat sac. Whenever he'd rise he'd stop just as the crown of Rocksteady's cock grazed the entrance of his pert ass and massaged the enflamed tip with his ass muscles, making the bloated rhino moan with lust. He'd then slowly slide back down, his ass wiggling all the while, and smack against the rhino's expansive chest, smirking as he's fingers teased the rhino's big grey sac and made him quiver with desire.

The rhino himself was busy sucking on Leatherhead's fat dong, his throat dissenting from the massive amounts of pre-cum that the gator spewed out. He himself was pre-cuming like crazy; between the bat's bouncing and teasing he could feel copious amounts of pre dripping down his balls. His hips, having taken to surging into Wingnut's tight hole, hardly felt like his own anymore; whenever the bat would rise so would they, only to fall when the bat slid back down and nestled that pert little ass of his invitingly against his balls.

An all too familiar pressure mounted within Rocksteady's balls, which he could feel clamp up against his cock. Rocksteady sighed in relief around Leatherhead's meaty dong as Wingnut went back down and stayed there, his quivering insides breaking down the last vestiges of resistance. With a buck of his hips and a moan of completion Rocksteady felt himself go, load after load of his thick rhino essence surging up through his defeated meat-stick and deep into the guts of the bat. His hips bucked upwards as even more of his seed came gushing out, the bat's insides quivering against his rhino cock enticing even more of his seed from his meaty balls.

A soft moan below him followed by the sound of something soft and wet splashing itself across his chest told him that Wingnut had cum as well. The insides of the bat's ass spasmed violently, devastating his thick cock.

Above him Leatherhead had started to moan, the cock in his throat beginning to quiver. Pulling himself up Leatherhead turned and seated himself on Rocksteady's' cock, seemingly oblivious to the seed that had just been spilt there. Rocksteady looked up to see the gator's quivering visage as he jerked furiously on his cock. It wasn't long afterward that he saw Leatherhead's balls cramp up and heard him cry out to some nameless deity as he came all over his face. Load after load of thick gator spunk shot forth, coating both Rocksteady's' head and the ring around it, white with his seed. Some of, or rather a lot of, the gator's seed found itself going into the rhino's mouth, with the latter furiously swallowing the thick seed that spewed forth.

Rocksteady came down shortly before Wingnut, the latter's head slumping into the small of Leatherhead's back as his own orgasm died down. Wingnut righted himself soon after, pulling off of Rocksteady's softening cock, watching absently as it slumped down between his legs and over his empty balls.

"Looks like we really enjoyed himself," he quipped, "Eh buddy?"

Leatherhead couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Ut! I reckon dat he did, little buddy. Now," and he pointed down to his own rock hard cock, "Care to help me out?"

Wingnut eyed the oblong cock and beamed up at its owner. "With pleasure!" And with that he went down, following Leatherhead as he sat on Rocksteady's heaving bod, his thick leaking cock waving itself about. Crouching onto his knees Wingnut bent over the rhino's heaving form and swallowed Leatherhead's leaking cock, taking it in all the way to the base. He didn't bob his head but once or twice before Leatherhead's cock fired itself off again, the gator crying out as he came. Wingnut made sure to swallow as much as he could, with very little of it escaping his mouth. He reached forward and groped at Leatherhead's quivering sac, enticing as much seed as he could from the lumbering behemoth.

Leatherhead's orgasm trailed on for some time, with the bat's belly visibly inflating from all the seed. Eventually it began to trail off, with the gator's softening cock slipping out of the bat's mouth. Leatherhead's body quivered as Wingnut took his cock into hand and licked it clean, grunting from the hefty discharge. Leaning forward Leatherhead took Wingnut by the head and kissed him, the taste of his seed and the bat's saliva on the bat's lips. He pulled the bat up and away from the prone rhino, who had regained some of his vitality.

"Ut. It looks like someone's ready for a second round." Reaching down he pulled Rocksteady up to his feet, with Wingnut propping up the rhino's other shoulder. The pair then walked an unsteady Rocksteady out of the ring, with the rhino stirring as they stepped out of the ropes.

"Ey," he started, as he looked about and saw bat and gator on either arm, "Wha's goin on? Where's we going?"

Leatherhead answered him first. "Ut! We still haven't gotten that second quit from you, rhino-brain."

"So sit back big boy," followed Wingnut, "The night's still young. And who knows, maybe after we're through, you'll be the one on top..."