Mason pulls on his kneepads and mask, then warms up with some push-ups and a resistance band while he awaits his latest opponent. A shadowy figure appears, pure menace in his black boots, his wet leather briefs, and his Bane-like mask, and watches the unsuspecting Mason like a predator. Locked in a surprise full nelson, Mason struggles to break free but is no match for his musclebound opponent. “Who the f___ are you?” Mason gasps with a mix of frustration and astonishment. The masked man’s answer is a foot on Mason’s throat, a beefy arm around his neck, and a slow un-masking of his helpless victim. Mason goes for the man’s mask, but quickly regrets the transgression as he’s brutally pinned against the wall, first by his throat then by his balls, then dropped to the ground with a gutpunch. What Mason thought would be a battle for dominance turns into a test of endurance, as he suffers through hold after humiliating hold while the silent heel takes his time claiming victory, flexing his massive physique at every opportunity. A long, slow sleeper hold leaves Mason easy prey for the heel to strip down and jerk off to humiliating completion.