So, you can imagine my thrill when the Boss told me I was scheduled to wrestle Rafe Sanchez…and not only that, he wanted to wear a mask–which meant that not only was I going to kick his ass, I was going to take that punk’s mask away from him once I’d beaten him into submission.
Thinking about it made my dick hard.
I also got into what was probably the best shape I was ever in for a BGEast taping.
I mean, fuck.
You can see why I fucking loved those red trunks.
And just seeing him in his masked glory…well, yeah. FUCK yeah.
And then we met in the center of the ring.