Blake Starr vs. Guido Genatto
Genatto puts the shredded up shirt to good use, dragging Star across the mat by the neck with it. A nearly unconscious Starr works up the strength and nerve to raise his middle finger.
“Sit on this!” he grunts, through gritted teeth.
That’s it. Genatto pulls of his own shirt, revealing that meaty, muscular, big and brutal body that had destroyed one pretty dude after another. Rolling his hairy torso over Starr’s smooth back, Genatto twists Starr’s arm like a piece of string.
“How does that fuckin’ feel?” Genatto demands.
“If I could fuckin’ breathe I’d tell you, mutthafucker!” Starr manages to spit out, before feeling both arms wrenched behind his back with Genatto’s locked feet behind his head. Damn...that looks like it hurts.
A glorious match for lovers of pain and punishment. Not so good for the shirts. Ease up on the merchandise, boys!
TOTAL RUN-TIME: 19 minutes, 25 seconds
