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Nick Flex vs Luke Maxwell, Catalog 4 - Muscle Boys Bring the Heat (MuscleBoy Wrestling)

MuscleBoy recently threw Luke Maxwell in the ring against the formidable Nick Flex. The catalog description suggests that Flex was hankering after a big muscle-boy to fight, having satisfied (temporarily) his urge to crush little muscle-boys like Connor O'Reilly. Maxwell impressed me in his erotic match against Justin Powers three months ago. The guy's built, and he's hot. Flex has squared off against bigger foes - Chris Cannon and Bruno the Beast are both heavier and thicker than Luke - but I approached this contest eager to see the damage he would inflict on Maxwell's ripped and kneadable body.

And there was no question but that Flex would kick Maxwell's ass. The trailer already spilled the beans on who wins this one - as if I needed telling. Nobody's badder than Nick. No two ways about it, luckless Luke is getting squashed - and hard, too. Nick Flex is his better in all the vital categories: glower, chest, arms, shoulders, butt, thighs, fists, and boots. No, I wouldn't hold out hope for Maxwell to get a single lick in.

Nick Flex's performance in the ring is - and always is - mad-dog awesome, brimming with ripe machismo and a world-weary expression befitting a gladiator. The man has PRESENCE. Strong and laconic, he's too busy getting the job done to come up with bon mots. He's vengeful and hot-tempered, but as the MuscleBoy catalog suggests, he doesn't require a trigger to come down hard on a guy - Flex lives and breathes to beat suckers up - and he does it with style. I would tune in to watch the guy battle a hoagie - but Maxwell may be the man's finest conquest to date.

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