Blake Starr vs. Mason Broder

Blake Starr is one handsome motherfucker.  If you like them lean, his body is perfection.  Over his years gracing the W4H ring, he has only filled out in all the right places.  When he flexes, you realize he could easily make the cover of any fitness magazine.  That kind of dedication translates to honing his wrestling skills as well.  And someone who clearly and repeatedly pushes away French Fries in favor of Kale and a protein shake, probably has little patience for bullshit.   So, when he comes into the ring and finds newcomer Mason Broder stretching out, he wants some answers.  Mason is a bit unconventional, but there is something very sexy about his body and more boyish charm.  His skimpy trunks reveal that he is all man, though.  Mason is visiting from Spain, and speaks only enough English to make it clear that he thinks he’s going to claim the ring as his own.  That just makes Blake cackle. But he should not let his guard down, because the smaller Spaniard manages to maneuve