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Nick Flex vs Gabe Steel, Match 11 - The Muscle Boys Get Brutal! (MuscleBoy Wrestling)

This is my first look at Gabe Steel in action. Of course, I had already seen him in promos, but it's hard for me to form an opinion about a wrestler until I see him wrestle. The man has screen presence, that much I could tell even from the still shots. Hale and hearty, with a winning smile, he draws the eye without even trying. What the photos miss is his deep, gravelly, sexy-as-fuck voice. He shows up in the MuscleBoy mat room, looking all Beverly Hills in shades and tiny shining trunks. But if he hopes to impress Nick Flex like this, I really don't see it happening.

Flex is something else. He, too, has presence, and he's big, bigger than Gabe, according to the stats posted online. The two of them barely fit into the MBW fight space, but there's enough elbow room for them to wrestle. On top of his muscle, Nick carries a mountain of natural attitude - unforced, unexaggerated, but alluring and intimidating at the same time. He looks like his normal setting is "easy-going," though always on the edge of  "raging bull." More importantly, Flex knows how to wreck a man, seemingly without effort, which he proceeds to do as soon as he appears on camera.

He is pissed off about something and raring to fight. He slaps the shades off Steel and gives the rookie a shove. Maybe Gabe's game-show host smile ticks him off. For the next 17 minutes (out of a total of 33) Nick works up a fine sweat, raining down ruin and destruction on the new guy: choking, pulling hair, pummeling, kicking, raking his knuckles across the guy's face, body-slamming, and again and again teasing him with cock, even before Gabe has a chance to introduce himself, and by the end of this blitz Gabe probably can't even remember his name.

That's not altogether true, because at the end of this blitz, Gabe manages to set a fine trap for Flex. Glimmering with sweat, he pleads with the strongman, "No more." He crawls on his knees, praising Flex's strength and fight.  Still kneeling, he worships Flex's body - his butt, his thighs, his forearms, his stomach, his pecs. "See," he murmurs seductively, "isn't that fuckin' easier?" Flex purrs and huffs like a stallion being rubbed. Gabe's chest gently bumps against the bulge in Flex's trunks, which the bigger wrestler has been intermittently taunting the rookie with. Then in a single smooth, gliding gesture, he reaches up, placing hands on either side of Nick's head. Suddenly he springs up, butting his forehead to Flex's. In a flash, Steel reverses the trajectory of the match.

For readers who haven't seen this video, keep in mind that the match lasts another 12 minutes. A lot can happen in 12 minutes, but the brain-versus-brawn motif weaves through the match to its stunning climax - a body slam, cover, and pin. Without a doubt, Flex carries most of this match. Time will tell whether the company's newest muscleboy, too, has the older pro's staying power, but this is a fine and promising debut match that shies away from an X rating, yet brims with erotic energy.


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