Two seasoned stallions face off under the hot lights of the Dusty Gulch Arena — Joey Nux, a six-foot-two tower of tanned, smooth, all-American grit, the kind of man who smells like leather and gasoline, versus Matt Stiel, a broad-shouldered roughneck with steel-gray hair, a chest that looks carved from rawhide, and heart-breaking blue eyes that say he’s seen plenty of barroom brawls.

Both masculine men wear jeans, cowboy boots, and cowboy hats — no costumes here, just working-man armor. Between them stands the wheel — a carnival relic labeled "Low Blows," "Wedgies," "Sleeper Hold," & "Strip."

Joey spins first. The wheel rattles, clicks, then stops on “Sleeper.” He smirks, tipping his hat back, pulling Matt into his grip. Joey’s arm snakes around Matt’s neck — a slow, grinding squeeze that has the mature man's knees buckle.

Matt’s turn comes next. He spins — “Strip.” 

Round after round, they shed layers, sweat hard and play harder. Two proud, rugged men testing strength, willpower, and pride in the most primal way possible - even smacking ass along the way.

When Joey’s final spin lands on “Low Blow,” he grins like a man who’s been waiting all night for that moment. He wraps the rope around his forearm, pulls Matt into a struggle that ends with the older cowboy bound, beaten but still smirking — knowing he gave as good as he got.

Joey tips his hat in victory. 

TOTAL RUN-TIME: 27 minutes, 52 seconds