Maybe it’s the name straight out of Star Wars or his opponent’s zebra print briefs, but Mason doesn’t seem to take beefy, hairy Tarz seriously at first. That changes the first time Tarz slams Mason to the mat, showing off his animal power and his determination to dominate. Mason gets a few licks in, but he seems off his game—unprepared for the jungle daddy’s strength or just entranced by his powerful pecs? Tarz is as creative as he is strong, using Mason’s own briefs to hogtie him for some humiliating ass-slapping before forcing Mason to worship his sweaty pits in a decisive dragon sleeper that leaves the loser dazed…and rock hard. Who’s the king of the jungle? The victory pose, and the puddle of jizz on the mat, say it all.