“Got my lube… got my rope… Merry Christmas to me!”

Lon is coiling up his rope as he lets us know his favorite gifts of the season. Among them? “A blu-ray player with internet accessibility.” Classic Lon DuMont—cool, confident, and just passing the time while waiting for his opponent to step onto the mat.

Strut definitely isn’t the word for Shaun’s entrance. The smooth-skinned twink knows he’s walking into trouble. There’s no way he can match Lon’s muscles, experience, and intellectual IQ. Lon knows it too, and he’s clearly enjoying the thought of thirty minutes of domination as the smooth skinned, hairless heel starts dishing out punishment with classic pro wrestling offense.

After a couple moments of action, Donnie Drake suddenly joins the fray—and it’s hard not to think this whole thing was planned. Lon and Donnie double-team the overwhelmed rookie, verbally tearing him apart with relentless frat house-style razzing that would rival many of the worst initiations. Delivering a mix of body slams, backbreakers, gut busters, ab claws, and punishing gut punches. Deep Boston Crabs stretch the helpless jobber, and Donnie even drops the barefoot twink with a powerbomb.

The two start to whip Shaun with the rope. Leaving welts all-over his pale skin.

The duo enjoys what they are doing to poor Shaun, even leading to Donnie declaring "the deserves a pose," before delivering a double bicep flex. The laughs fill the gymnasium as these two play the heel frat role extremely well.

By the end of this 2-on-1 squash, Shaun is completely overwhelmed by the two muscular. They put him in overtly compromising sensual positions before they hog-tie.

The rookie gets a harsh introduction to what happens when a twink steps up with seasoned, hard-hitting pro wrestling frat style muscle men who came to dominate and humiliate.

TOTAL RUN-TIME: 29 minutes, 46 seconds