Blayne and Blain are in for a painful, humiliating day. The new buddies are apparently having a contest of who can find the skimpiest Tarzan gear, flexing for each other and hanging out in the ring. Then Tanner arrives and engages in some friendly mocking before Blayne gets aggressive and shows Blain how to ball bash. Big mistake.

Tanner quickly turns the tables, and from there on out, the jungle boys, and their bulges, are in constant torment. He pulls. They wince. He twists. They beg. He grabs. They apologize. Tanner has completely control over the team to the point that he uses Blain's hands to torture Blayne and vice versa as they cry out their apologies to each other. It's a singularly humiliating experience as a wrestler to have a two-on-one advantage and still be owned so thoroughly...