Adam Astora vs Tristan Mounts

The camera’s eye opens in the Weekend Wrestling ring as Adam Astora storms in after a "17.5-hour" hunt for Tristan Mounts—furious over Tristan allegedly hitting on his girlfriend. It doesn’t take long for everyone except these two hardheaded studs to realize they might be raging over two completely different girls… which only makes the tension dirtier and the aggression meaner. A stiff kick from Adam sets the tone: this is about dominance, control, and making the other man look small. Adam’s baby blue trunks are tenting out with cocky confidence, blue knee pads and black boots framing a hunk who walks like he already owns the room. Tristan is stuffed tight into black-and-white striped briefs with red knee pads and red/gray/white athletic shoes—young, proud, and built like he refuses to be anyone’s victim, even when he’s clearly in over his head.

The fight is a 31-minute grind of muscle, humiliation, and hard-breathed struggle—filmed in pure studio heat, the kind fans only get to see once it hits the site. Adam makes Tristan pay with clubbing blows, stomps, blatant chokes, punishing armbars, shoulder blocks in the corner, and chin locks that force Tristan to hold still while Adam smirks and squeezes down. Seated abdominal stretches turn nasty with knuckle grinds and fingernail rakes into Tristan’s ribs, and when Adam clamps both hands around Tristan’s skull, it’s brute strength and cruelty in one tight package—followed by a painful neck crank, debilitating leg locks, modified bow-and-arrows, an ankle lock, and a Boston crab that puts Tristan's tatted body on display. Tristan refuses to just take it: pec chops crack against Adam’s chest, swift kicks land sharp, an arm ringer yanks him off balance, and a trapping grounded head scissors grinds Adam down while Tristan stomps and bashes his gut with fists and feet like he’s trying to break the bigger man’s swagger. But every time Adam takes control, he rubs it in—cocky flexes, chest chops to mark him, a shattered dreams while Tristan is trapped in the corner with his legs spread wide, and a modified cobra clutch that feels less like wrestling and more like Adam showing Tristan exactly who gets to decide how this ends.