Ripped stud Travis Maverick finishes lacing up his crisp white wrestling boots, pulling his knee-high blue socks tight before standing tall. He looks the part—young, confident, carved from ambition. The moment he catches his reflection, he feels like a real pro. But when his opponent strides in—a taller, thicker, musclebound powerhouse—Travis realizes there’s a difference between looking like a pro and surviving one. Cash, the veteran, radiates swagger and strength. Travis doesn’t yet know he’s about to get a hard lesson in both.

What follows is twenty minutes of domination. Cash takes the rookie apart piece by piece—camel clutches stretch his spine, Boston crabs grind his back, and over-the-knee backbreakers make him gasp and arch in pain. Every hold is deliberate, every move a statement. The ring becomes Cash’s playground, and Travis his toy. When Cash decides the punishment isn’t enough, he goes for the humiliation—kneeling down to unlace Travis’s white boots, slowly, one at a time, savoring every second as he strips away the rookie’s pride along with his gear.

By the end, Travis is on full display—sweaty, breathless, and beaten. His muscular body twists helplessly in dragon sleepers, double chicken wings, and deep chinlocks that force him to feel every inch of his opponent’s control. Cash flexes over him, owning the moment completely, while Travis writhes beneath him—outmatched, outmuscled, and utterly conquered.

TOTAL RUN-TIME: 21 minutes, 44 seconds