
So at the start of summer, I enjoyed the much anticipated arrival of Joey Mason to the UKWH roster, taking on the institution, Tim World. As the summer is coming to a close, I’m delighted to discover their rematch, Joey Mason v Tim World – Summerslam on Joey’s WF channel. Sequels can be tricky, right? As beautifully explained in Scream 2, sequels have to deliver more than the original. Well, T-World and Joey deliver exactly that, and it’s hot and compelling homoerotic wrestling!

There’s no mention of their first match in the same ring, which feels like a missed beat to me. There’s nothing about Joey coming back for revenge. Their first match (delightfully) was not a squash, but at the end of the day, T-World used, abused, and humiliated the new kid hard. But still, both boys’ egos struggle to fit into the UKWH ring from the start. One of the themes this match is pinned to is contrasts. Joey taunts Tim for being a little soft around the middle. Honestly, T-World is fucking gorgeous, and he doesn’t have to excuse anything about his physique, despite him insisting he’s “on a bulk.” But there’s a stone cold truth about it when Tim fills the camera with his hot, beefy double bicep pose and smirks at you me when he says, “That’s what a real man looks like! That’s what they want to see!” Paradoxically, Joey delivers an ice cold truth shower as well when he shoves Tim out of the way and flashes his ultra lean baseball biceps, snarling, “Nice chunk of meat right here! They always love a younger boy!” So part of the thesis is this contrast of size, strength, build, and age, all of which adds sweet texture and dimension that I love to this rematch.

In terms of a sequel needing more elaborate drama, T-World explains that this is going to be a “forfeit match.” I’ve never heard of the term, but apparently it’s a submission match for stakes. Tim imperiously announces that the stakes are, in sequence, muscle worship, foot worship, pit worship, and ass worship (aka “stinkface”). Honestly, I’m agnostic when it comes to elaborate match rules like this. The tried and true through-line to what turns me on is hot wrestling, so the extra plot points are neither here no there for me. However, they give this match some added momentum and direction that weren’t there the first time these hotties wrestled. And genuinely, they seem to motivate Joey and Tim, especially when it comes to which of them is getting smothered up his opponent’s ass. But before I go there, let me just point out what I think is the most obvious and value-added innovation to this rematch. In under three minutes, both wrestlers are naked and remain that way for the remaining 23 minutes.

Fuuuuuck! There’s just a certain itch that only balls out naked wrestling can scratch. It feels to me like we’re living in a pendulum swing toward body and sex shaming in the world today, and I’m so here for these two hot studs pretty unselfconsciously holding the stage, pounding and prying and squeezing each other with every hot inch of them on display. T-World’s snarling condescension and muscle bullying just land differently, and beautifully, with the both of them being stark naked. Joey’s marble-gargling trash talk, and his delivery on his promises to humiliate this big, bad bully, just dial the volume up to 11. Both wrestlers are wicked hot in their own way (see my comments above about contrasts). It’s like T-World’s cock is carrying on its own monologue through much of this match as he visibly gets hard the longer he dominates his opponent. But holy shit, the total scene stealer here is when, just a couple of minutes after Joey loses his briefs, T-World scoops him up in a bearhug and parades him around the ring. Holy FUCK! I know I’ve heaped mountains of praise on Joey’s ass before, but seriously, this bad boy’s glutes are a work of ART!

Like the first time they wrestled, this is (delightfully) not a squash. They each score falls and revel in the accompanying aforementioned stakes along the way. There’s a lot of “whinging” as T-World derisively calls Joey’s bitching and moaning about being forced to linger long, muscle worshiping Tim’s naked bod. However, it’s not like either of these guys fails to enjoy himself. While T-World bitches about the smell of Joey’s feet, he fucking makes OUT with Joey’s right foot like Joey’s toes have been dipped in Swiss chocolate. And although Joey seemed skeptical about the “stinkface” round, he sure seems to take a whole fucking lot of pleasure smothering Tim’s face way, way up between those magnificent cheeks of his. As do I… fuuuuck, as do I.

There’s a fifth fall, in which the “winner” of this scorching hot rematch treats the out-hustled loser to a reprise of all 4 prior falls, and it’s rawer and more aggressive and hungrier than anything that’s happened before between these two in either match. If T-World is passed over for the much anticipated new James Bond (he’s got my vote), he’s still got to have condescending muscle bully roles galore in his future. And if I had any doubt that Tim “likes” wrestling the way I do, the performance of his cock raging hard with excitement when he’s rolling over his opponent has certainly put that to rest. But seriously, I feel like Joey Mason could own homoerotic wrestling some day. Not yet, but some day, maybe. Like countless rookies before him, he has a tendency toward inconsistent and overdone sell. He’s got a shit ton more to learn about wrestling, pacing himself, and maintaining momentum. And sure, T-World isn’t exactly wrong when he tells Joey, “You need a meal, mate!” But if all those chips fell into place, and he kept that astonishingly hot ass of his in the perfectly pristine form it’s in today, Joey Mason could have this entire industry in his back pocket.

This match follows ALL the rules of a sensational sequel, and then some. I *feel* like there’s got to be a line around the corner waiting for their turn to bend Joey over the knee and spank that naked ass like T-World does in this match, and/or get pounded into a corner and smothered deep between those perfect globes. I’m keeping my eyes out for whichever turns up next.