Typical tale. It could happen to you. Two dudes meet in the locker room at the gym. One of them is older, more experienced, and understandably cocky, almost endearingly so. His body is sick, a thing molded like clay by an artist. Who is this experienced body bodacious? None other than Aryx Quinn (aka Tristan Baldwin), skin baked red from the California sun. He doesn't waste his time fighting for titles or bragging rights, not anymore. Quinn fights for stakes, or so he says, as he retrieves a bun...