Ace Owens vs. Guido Genatto (My Nuts, Bro)

Pretty boy Ace Owens stands face-to-face with Guido Genatto, flaunting his black leather jacket and running his mouth. Genatto has never been known for his forgiving nature. With his trademark calmness, and a thick foot planted square in Owens’ throat, Genatto informs the boy wonder that they will now engage in a ball bash match. Before Owens can even mutter a question, Genatto asserts his superiority over the rookie by smacking his balls and winding his legs around the lowest rope until Owens is literally screaming in pain.  “Done! Done, done! I can’t take any more!” Owens cries, trying to maintain some calm before his face turns red and his fists punch the floor helplessly.  “Aw, look at that fuckin’ ball sack…” Genatto remarks, as if he’s gazing at a mildly interesting cloud formation.  It’s an evening of ball bashing from a master pain professional, who has every intention of feeding his own hairy man balls to the loser in an effort to show him what real manly balls smel