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Nick Flex vs Van Ryder, Catalog 14 - The Muscle Boys Get Erotic (MuscleBoy Wrestling)

No, I am not tired of Nick Flex wiping the mat with every challenger MuscleBoy throws his way. That day may come, but for now I love Flex in the driver's seat, smirking as his opponents gush sweat and crumple like pocket-worn dollar bills. Victory is his best look. He enjoys it, and he lets his fans in on the joy, smiling broadly right into the camera as his adversary quivers at his feet.

The aspect that stands out the most in this match is how long he batters Van Ryder without interruption. Van's turn at Nick comes relatively late in the match, at which point he, too, smiles into the camera, sharing the moment with well-wishers. Last (and first) seen in a hot-and-bothered match against Gabriel Cross early last year, Van doesn't land many kisses on Nick, but Nick makes sure the match doesn't end without an unobstructed look at Ryder's luscious junk.

Van is an exceptionally fine jobber. And by "fine" I mean he groans, flinches, yelps, huffs, and heaves nonstop with an expressiveness that lets viewers in on the heaps of abuse he suffers at Flex's fists, elbows, knees, and boots. He sells l-o-u-d, and it's beautiful. For all the pain he endures, he never cowers. When there's a break, he rushes to reengage with Flex, charging in or butting foreheads, which lends the video a brisk and frenzied tempo. Flex's 65-pound weight advantage is hard to surmount, and I give Ryder extra credit for not being evasive and, in fact, maintaining a steady aggressive temper.

As usual, Nick Flex is a god - a wrathful god.

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