It’s been over ten years since Mason took on (and took down) Trey in a no-holds-barred pool match, and Mason thought it was time to reassert his dominance in a new venue. He enters the ring in a luchador mask, leaping over the top rope and daring Trey to guess who he’s taking on. Trey doesn’t take kindly to being fucked with, though, and he makes it clear from the start that he’s here to take down his opponent, whoever he might be. Mason l0ves a challenge, and once he’s got Trey down on the mat, he mounts him in a triumphant sch00lboy pin, pulls off the mask, and announces “It’s Mason Brooks, bitch!” as his signature locks flow down his shoulders. Now the gloves are really off, and both men are determined to rule the ring. Mason gets thrown across the ring and into the turnbuckle for some brutal corner work; Trey takes a splash off the top rope and gets stretched out in a vicious Mexican surfboard. Both men end up bruised, battered and sporting a raging hardon, but only one is forced to shoot his load while the winner poses over him and feeds him his hard cock. Explosive, erotic ring domination at its finest.