Tina’s Day
By Lomax
Tina shows her boxing teacher who’s really stronger


Tina was only slightly nervous as she entered the gym. She had been
anticipating fighting Rico, her boxing instructor, for nearly a month, since
she had challenged him to take her on, and he had finally agreed. She was
tired of the way he constantly belittled her muscles and endurance, insisting
that she didn’t the skills to take on a real fighter. He didn’t have much
choice after the way she had humbled Carlos, the sparring partner that Rico
had had her fighting during her lessons. Carlos was sitting against the wall
in the shadows, staring at the floor. Tina had never even struck a blow during
their one-round fight. Carlos’ right arm was bandaged in a cast and held
upright in a sling, and would remain that way for 6 weeks.

The fight had started out the way Rico had predicted it would, with Carlos
jabbing at Tina, and aggressively pushing her back toward the ropes. Carlos
weighed in at 165, to Tina’s 128. Rico had only consented to let Tina fight
Carlos after she had insisted that she was too strong to keep sparring
partners that were in her own weight class. Rico had to admit, she was right
about that. Her last five sparring partners, all men, had not lasted the first
round with her, and only one had taken more than one blow from her. In one
match, Tina’s opponent, a young boxer named Biff, had circled around her,
thrown a few casual punches, thinking like the others had that she would be an
easy fight as a girl, and that he should go easy. But when he hit her
rock-hard midriff and felt the twinge of pain shoot up his arm, he knew he was
in for a fight. He backed up and surveyed the result of his blow. Tina hadn’t
registered any reaction to it at all. She was smiling at him, and as she came
toward him, Biff swung a wild shot at her with his right. Tina brought up her
left arm, so that his fist struck her left bicep, and his arm was thrown
violently back by the impact. Then Tina, looking past Biff at Rico, who was
watching through the corner of his eye, without much attention, threw her
first and last punch. It was a sharp left uppercut that caught Biff on the
chin. His head snapped back, and his entire body rose into the air and
appeared to hover there for a second, before he fell in a heap to the floor,
unconscious.

The other four matches had ended similarly, all in the first round. Finally,
Rico grudgingly had scheduled the match with Carlos.

Tina had seen Carlos fight other men, and knew that he had a reputation in the
gym for striking quickly and being a hard hitter. She wanted to prove to Rico
that she was worthy of the fight, that she was more than Carlos’ equal, that
in fact she was more than Rico’s equal, but she knew that he wouldn’t agree to
fight her unless she proved it first. So she had prepared for the fight with
Carlos by training even more intensely than she normally did. Literally
thousands of crunches with a medicine ball on her stomach, pushups with
friends standing on her back, bicep curls with 60-pound barbells, one-handed
pull-ups, and 10-mile jogs were her daily routines the week before. Finally,
on the day before the match, Tina took both 60 pound barbells in her right
hand and curled them simultaneously. Groaning with the effort, she curled them
a dozen times, then switched hands and did it with her left. Her biceps stood
out like boulders; her arms were hard as steel. She felt more than ready to
take on Carlos.

The much heavier Carlos had Tina against the ropes, and she threw up her hands
to protect her face. Carlos saw his chance: her stomach was unprotected. He
struck her with a quick 1-2-3 combination, then looked up in amazement. Tina
was smiling at him; his blows had had no effect. Tina’s stomach muscles
glistened. They looked as hard as iron. Suddenly Tina felt an incredible rush
of exhilaration. She felt stronger than any man, stronger than any two men.
She knew that Carlos size and weight were no match for the hardness and
strength of her body. She raised both hands up high over her head, flexing her
biceps, and walked toward Carlos. Enraged by the insult, Carlos did exactly
what Tina wanted him to: he threw all his weight behind a roundhouse punch to
her midriff. As his fist crashed into her granite stomach, Carlos roared with
rage and pain as a stab of pain that he had never felt before shot up his arm
to his shoulder. He collapsed on the floor, holding his arm, and holding back
the tears of pain. His arm was broken. Tina had never struck a blow.

When Tina walked into the gym, her stomach, damp with sweat from the workout
she had just finished, was the first thing Carlos saw as he glanced up at the
sound of the heavy door closing. The hard, carved lines of invincible granite
muscle stretched from below her alluring breasts to her waist, visible through
her open jacket. The memory of hitting that rock-hard rack of muscle, and
feeling his fist explode with pain, and the wave of agony that shot up his
entire arm to his shoulder, flooded back. Carlos quickly looked back down at
the floor, avoiding the eyes of Tina.

Tina’s muscles felt harder than steel and her nervousness was quickly replaced
by the excitement of anticipation as she saw Rico getting ready by swinging
some practice blows at the bag in the corner. She had spent the entire
afternoon lifting weights, running and jumping rope, and she felt completely
energized. She took her jacket off and threw it over a chair, and turned again
to look at Carlos. She flexed her biceps at him, along with a big, seductive
smile. Carlos scowled with rage but didn’t say anything.

When Rico looked up and saw Tina a slight expression of fear crossed his face.
He had witnessed Tina’s fight with Carlos and he knew Carlos was no
lightweight. Rico had always thought Tina’s muscles were just for show, no
match for fighting skills, until he had seen her fight Carlos. He decided he
had to take her down fast, remove any doubt.

"Ready?" she was saying. Rico came out of his reverie. "Yeah, let’s go," he
growled. "You sure you want to do this?" Tina smiled. "Of course. Are you sure
YOU want to?" What enraged Rico more than anything was her overwhelming
confidence. He was a former middleweight champion, for Chrissakes! Not only
that, but he weighed 40 pounds more than her, was several inches taller, had a
much longer reach, and she hardly knew how to box! On the other hand...Rico
glanced at Carlos, still sitting motionless against the wall. He must of hit
her funny or something, Rico was thinking...it’s impossible. He tried to
scrutinize Tina’s stomach through the corner of his eye. Hit it funny? It
looked as hard as the brick wall in the dream. Nothing but ridges of solid,
rock-hard muscle. How the hell did she get it so muscular? He glanced down at
his own stomach. It looked soft by comparison. In fact, his entire body looked
soft by comparison. Hers was strict, sharp definition: every inch. Her arms
looked even bigger than the last time he had seen them, last week.

Tina saw that Rico was looking at her body. She walked into the ring and
flexed her biceps for him. She was wearing a black half shirt and shorts. She
had no boxing gloves, and had let her hair fall loose. Her biceps stood out
under the ceiling lights. The veins in her arms danced up and down when she
flexed. Her muscles looked unbelievably hard, as if her body was carved out of
marble. Rico wasn’t sure how much weight she could lift, but he’d seen her
knock Biff out with one blow.

He took a resigned breath and stepped into the ring. Just then, the gym door
opened and three of Rico’s friends walked in, Mick, Bobby and Jake. They were
all going out for a few beers that night. But Rico hadn’t told them about this
match. Why would he? It was embarrassing to admit in the first place that he
was fighting a girl. He had figured he’d get this whole thing over with before
they got here. Damn! Why were they early? The three men came in and seated
themselves in the folding chairs next to the ring. "Hey Rico! What’s going on?
You gonna fight a babe?" They roared with laughter. Rico turned red. "Hey, why
don’t you motherfuckers just wait outside? I’ll be ready in a few minutes!"
"No, Rico, we want to see you beating up on a girl!" Again they laughed
heartily.

Tina walked over to the edge of the ring and looked at the three men. "Would
any of you like to fight me, too?" she asked. As she did so, she brought her
right arm up as if to brush back her hair, flexing her bicep as she did so.
The men gasped in unison, at the sight of her rock-hard muscle. "You ready
yet?" she called to Rico. "Let’s go, bitch!" he roared, and rushed toward her.

Without warning, Rico swung hard at her head with his right arm. Tina quickly
ducked back, putting her left arm up to defend herself. Rico’s fist pounded
into her left bicep. He stepped back, quickly, feeling a sharp pain in his
hand. Hitting her bicep was worse than hitting a brick wall! He whirled and
came back at her with his left. This time, he connected with the side of her
jaw and felt the satisfaction of seeing her head jerk to the side. But now
Tina was ready for him. She put both fists up to protect her head and waited
for his next attack. Rico danced around, trying to decide where to press.
Tina’s stomach was totally exposed. "Hit her in the gut! Take her out!" Mick
yelled. He was hugely enjoying the whole spectacle. Rico hit her in the
stomach. He cranked his left arm around in a powerful, straight shot that hit
her squarely in the midriff. The next second, Rico felt a sharp, dizzying pain
shoot up through his arm to his shoulder, and heard somewhere in the distance
the crack of a bone.

Lamely, he backed up and tried to retreat. But Tina was now walking swiftly
and confidently toward him, backing him up against the ropes. Her granite
stomach thrust up against his chest as he slumped back into the ropes, daring
him to hit it again. In a daze, enraged but afraid at the same time, Rico
threw his right fist into Tina’s stomach. As his fist met the stone-hard
muscles of her invincible midsection, he felt another stab of the dull pain
through his arm from his elbow to his shoulder. Tina held her arms high over
her head and flexed her muscles, looking down at Rico’s friends, who had
become very quiet, as she did so. "So," she said, "the middleweight is against
the ropes, backing up, afraid to fight, against a 19-year old girl, and I
haven’t even hit you yet!" she laughed, enjoying this more than she had
expected. She faked a punch at his stomach, and Rico leaped back in fear.
Again she laughed. "Come on, hit me. Hit me hard," she taunted. "As hard as
you can." And she put her hands on her hips and dared him to hit her stomach
again.

"C’mon, hit the bitch!" shouted Mick. "Put her down!" He had no idea how much
Rico’s arm was hurting from the last punch he had thrown. Rico decided he had
no choice but to throw everything he had into one more punch, try to knock her
out - or at least down. But as he leaned in and cranked his right in the
sharpest shot he could toward her head, Tina easily ducked. He was breathing
heavily, and was tired from the physical trauma to both arms. She hadn’t
broken a sweat yet. She felt relaxed, and strong. So, she saw his blow coming
and ducked under it. Then, as the force of his swing brought his body up over
hers, she straightened up, bringing her left hand up under his midsection. As
the men watching gasped in sudden shock, she lifted Rico straight overhead in
one swift, surprisingly easy movement. As he struggled mightily but uselessly,
she walked over to the edge of the ring, holding him high over her head.

The three men stared at Tina’s rock-hard body, at her incredible muscles and
her seductive smile, and her long dark hair. They were totally mesmerized by
this vision of beauty and unbelievable strength combined. Her left bicep stood
out in huge, bold rock-hard relief against the dull overhead light. Tina’s
whole body felt charged with power. She felt like she could hold Rico over her
head all night - his 170 pounds didn’t even feel heavy. But she wasn’t ready
for this to end yet. Gently, she lowered him back to the floor. As he
struggled to get up, she flexed her muscles for him in a double bicep pose.
"I’m probably 10 times stronger than you, maybe 100," she told him softly. "I
still haven’t hit you yet," she reminded him. Rico growled with rage and flung
himself at her: he still had pride. She grabbed both of his wrists and held
him away. Then, with just one hand, she lifted him up under the arm and
straightened her arm. Her rock-hard arm was like a steel girder; his body
looked soft and weak by comparison, struggling uselessly. Rico was hanging
over her head, his feet above the floor. He was totally helpless. He reached
down and wrapped both his hands around her bicep as she held him easily aloft.
Her bicep bulged, enormously. It was unbelievably, impossible hard.

Tina tossed Rico back down on the floor and watched him struggle to get up.
She walked up and hit him, finally, with a sharp right uppercut on the jaw.
His body shot up into the air, his feet left the ground, and he fell back to
the floor, unconscious. Tina picked Rico up and tossed him over the ropes onto
the laps of his three open-mouthed, shocked friends. While they were sweating
with rage and disbelief about Rico’s total defeat, they were also salivating
and sweating over Tina’s unbelievable body. Lightly damp with sweat - more
from the heat in the gym than exertion - her muscles stood out like the ridges
and facets of a rock wall.

Rico’s friends were next. Suddenly, like three hoodlums, they leaped out of
their seats in rage and stormed into the ring. At 185, 190, and 220 pounds,
respectively, the three overweight men dwarfed Tina as they surrounded her
with clenched fists and beer-bellies swinging back and forth. "C’mon bitch!"
Jake yelled. "I’m gonna kick yer ass!"

"Bring it on!" said Tina with a smile. "I hope you’re stronger than Rico." She
nodded at the body of her former boxing teacher, which was slumped on the
floor outside the ring. Rico was conscious, but had not tried to get up yet.
Jake glanced down at him and suddenly experienced a moment of uncertainty:
wasn’t Rico a pro boxer?

Jake, Mick and Bobby surrounded Tina. But Tina, relaxed, put her hands on her
hips and smiled at them seductively. "Come on, guys, are you afraid of a girl?
I’m only 19. And I only weigh 128! How much do you weigh?" She looked at
Bobby, the biggest of the three. "220, bitch!" He rushed forward, and swung
his oversized right fist at her head. She reached up with her left hand and
grabbed his wrist. With a sharp tug, Tina yanked Bobby to her right, using the
momentum from his own blow. She let him go, and he sprawled awkwardly against
the ropes. He bounced back with a loud snort of rage, and rushed her with both
arms, intending to wrestle her to the floor.

Tina felt unbelievably strong and invincible. She wanted to not only beat the
three men, but show them something they would never forget. As Bobby rushed
her, she knelt down swiftly, so that his body collapsed on top of her. Even as
he thought he was flattening her to the floor as he had planned, she planted
her right hand solidly on his rolling stomach, and straightened up. In a
display of incredible strength, she stood up and at the same time straightened
her arm, pressing Bobby high over her head. With her free arm she flexed her
rock-hard left bicep and walked slowly toward Jake and Mick. As they were
totally mesmerized by the impossible sight of her single arm holding the
gigantic, struggling body of Bobby overhead, she dropped him carelessly to the
floor and in one fluid motion, took both of their wrists in one hand. With a
hard tug, she pulled them both toward her, and held them close.

"Go ahead. Hit me," she whispered to them. "Hit me as hard as you can." The
two men were helpless in her grip, and they just stood there, arms hanging
limply at their sides. Tina released them with a violent shove that send them
sprawling against the ropes. But Rico had recovered and looked about, wildly,
for some kind of weapon other than his fists, for a change. He saw an 80-pound
barbell. Grabbing it with both hands, he heaved it up, and rushed at Tina. As
he did so, he brought the barbell up over his head, and adding his momentum to
its weight, tried to bring it down on Tina’s head.

Tina turned, and with her right hand managed to get hold of the barbell as it
was coming down. Suddenly, irresistibly, she began to change its trajectory,
slowly lifting it high over her head. Rico, too shocked to react, simply clung
to the barbell with both hands as Tina raised him up until her arm was fully
extended. Then she walked over to the edge of the ring. Slowly, she lowered
the barbell down until her arm was perpendicular to the floor. Rico’s feet
were dangling over the concrete floor as he clung to the 80-pound barbell and
stared in amazement and fear at the arm that held him there. The muscles in
her arm were extended and harder than steel. She continued to hold him there
as if without effort. In reality, it was a tremendous effort, but Tina wanted
to humiliate Rico even more. "We’ll see who gets tired first," she told him,
"you or me." Rico stared at his hands gripping the barbell and realized his
arms and stomach were getting tired. He had to use both his arms and abdominal
muscles to continue hanging. It would be easy enough to drop to the floor, but
the shred of pride that he still had left wouldn’t let him wimp out of this
challenge. So he hung there, sweating and breathing heavily from the effort,
while Tina held him at arm’s length, steadily and with no sign of tiring. With
her left hand on her hip, she looked at Jake, Mick and Bobby. All three of
them were staring at the muscles in her rigid and rock-hard arm.

Finally, Rico could hold on no longer, and collapsed exhausted on the floor at
Tina’s feet. She continued holding the barbell out to her side, as if she
forgotten about it. Then, she slowly curled it and handed it to Mick, who
sprawled back from the sudden weight, and landed on his back.

Tina turned and left the gym, her muscles glistening with slight sweat as she
walked. She definitely needed a tougher sparring partner.