Joey and Brute. Brute and Joey. Massive muscle hunks in matching red Lycra, so tight their powerful bodies are barely contained.
“Who is gonna be next in line to be totally fuckin’ destroyed?” says Brute in a booming bass voice.
When these guys flex, you feel it.
Enter slim, lean, pretty Dustin, barefoot in a v-neck T and jeans. Try and find a cuter cupcake of a dude. Dustin’s sweet, boy-next-door face gazes up at the mammoth duo in awe. With all the sincerity of a young man on his first trip away from home, he gushes to Joey and Brute about what a big fan he is.
“So, what are you here for?” asks Brute, with a twisted grin.
“I’m here to watch y’all wrestle!” says Dustin, beaming.
“BREAK HIM!” booms Brute. Stupid rookie. Joey and Brute don’t wrestle each other...they demolish others! Dustin’s t-shirt is ripped off, his spindly, pale frame is stretched and brutalized.
Dustin is stripped down to revealing underwear, only to be tossed, lifted, chopped, choked, tied, hung, and harangued from one end of the ring to the other, his long, bare feet clenching and releasing with each new game the muscular duo dishes out.
Total Run-Time: 20 minutes, 3 seconds
