Lane Hartley vs. EpixIts a slow, sweaty descent into hellFlorida heat and fluorescent lights buzzing overheadwhere Lane Hartley is God, Judge, and Executioner. Epix struts in like hes got something to provetanned, cocky, that smirk stretching too wide across his facebut the moment he opens his mouth, it all crumbles. His voicea nasal whine, like static over an old radiocuts through the room, grating against Lanes nerves like a match on dry bone. And just like that, the

entangling him in his legs while Chastain lays on the gut punches

and a savage facesit

and he finds himself bent over the ropes

his abdominals held tight

Enter Caleb Klein

sprawled out holds

“I got Most Hairy

but he’s feeling it

and those meaty things grip Starr’s head tighter and tighter

and pushes his opponent into the water

partially stripped of his super suit

as mud can act much like oil and makes your opponent very slippery