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The Backstory

We open with 6 foot something Eddy Rey(band) staring down the much shorter Lon with a challenge.  

"I will make you flex" spits out Eddy in both a challenge and a promise.  The big muscle hunk is both cocky and looks like he has the power to back it up, in other words, the perfect man to be humbled.  

Now we all know that Lon, professional body builder that he is, is used to taller men underestimating him and we are right about ready to see another titan of muscle become humbled and humiliated. 

The Action

Mighty Eddy is leveled within minutes of the match.  Sure there are a few comebacks here and there sprinkled in, but it's clear Lon will not let up and give him any ground.  Following a time tested strategy, Lon simply will not let his opponent get to his feet. 

Oh you thought you could use that height advantage? Nope.

Oh you thought your knee couldn't bend that way? Well it can. 

You thought reaching for the ropes would save you? Not on your life.

Then you thought cheating with a low blow would get you out of this mess...But sadly you were wrong cause you only enraged the tiny titan.

And finally, you thought that all those hours in the gym, all that dieting, all those heads that you turn were worth something? Nope, in the ring, they don't mean shit. 

The Moment

Now I enjoy seeing a tall muscular stud trashed more than the next guy but we all came here for one thing, the humbling of our hunk and in this case, no humbling would be complete without humiliating your opponent by forcing him to flex for you. Not only does this show his submission but it makes a mockery of all that wasted muscle being flexed for your benefit.

Eddy: *Groan* I submit... Lon: That's not good enough. Flex for me! 

Lon: I already saw that one - something else!

Lon: Ahhhh, there we go. 

Eddy: [Flexing] please... I give up.

Now all of the pain and humiliation inflicted during the match, all leads up to the perfect flex in my opinion.  Making the drenched big man push himself up off the sweaty mat only to subdue him and force him to flex those jaw dropping Traps and Lats. 

Lon: Come on. Show me those Lats dammit!

If this were ancient Greece, we'd all be writing an epic about this day.  You see it's only when that rough muscle hunk, that sweaty glistening god is your personal plaything, is that hunk truly humbled.