He wore his pure white gear and that now-iconic cow-print speedo… but there was nothing innocent about what happened in this match. From the moment the heel got control, the jobber was toyed with, stretched, and broken—slowly, deliberately, and with one goal: to milk him dry. Every hold, every thrust, every whisper in his ear brought him closer to the edge. By the end, his body gave in completely. This is not just domination—it’s total surrender.