The strong woman
By Brent
My skeptical friend and I visit the circus sideshow and learn how strong a woman can be


Hank and I were buddies in college. Hank was 6 feet tall 190 pounds, the
athletic type and quarterback on the football team. He was also a bit of a
know-it-all but he was my best friend. One day we went to the circus in hopes
of picking up girls. The main show would not start for some time so we visited
the sideshow. At each attraction Hank felt the need to tell me how fake
everything was. According to Hank, the bearded lady was fake, the rubber man
was fake, the fire-eater was fake, the sword swallower was fake, etc, etc.
Eventually we came to an attraction that had a large crowd gathering around
it. As we looked and listened we quickly figured out that this was the strong
woman's show and it was about to start. Hank scoffed at the very idea of a
strong woman and said no woman could be that strong. However, I had always
been attracted to athletic women so I convinced him to stay for the show.

The stage wasn't a stage at all it was actually a wrestling or boxing ring. It
was slightly smaller than the real thing but otherwise very authentic. Behind
the ring was a curtain flanked by large paintings. They were standard circus
paintings showing a very muscular and scantily clad woman performing feats of
strength. In one she was lifting a huge barbell. In another she was wrestling
a giant snake. There was an announcer standing in the ring talking up the show
through a loudspeaker. He talked about the amazing girl discovered by
explorers living in a remote jungle in the Philippines. Hank thought it was
strange that they chose the Philippines of all places. The two of us stood
near the back of the crowd and waited for the show to start. Finally, the
announcer introduced the girl as "Tara of the Jungle, strongest woman in the
world." The star emerged from behind the curtain and climbed through the ropes
into the ring to applause and wolf whistles from the men in the crowd. When
she reached the center of the ring next to the announcer she smiled and waved
to the crowd then waited with her hands on her hips.

Tara was difficult to describe. She was not exactly what I expected. She was
Oriental and very attractive. She was wearing a very authentic looking leopard
skin two-piece loincloth outfit that looked like it might fall off at any
moment. She also had narrow armbands around her biceps. She did not look at
all like a bodybuilder with huge bulging muscles. She did not look like one of
those lean sinewy fitness models either. Still she did look strong. She had
thick broad shoulders and strong looking arms much like a swimmer's physique.
Her breasts were medium sized and filled her leopard skin bikini top very
well. Her legs were shapely and muscular. He stomach was smooth and flat. She
was not sucking in her stomach like models do when they pose and there was no
visible six-pack but no fat either. Her middle almost looked a little soft.
Her skin was very tan, her dark hair fell just past her shoulders and her eyes
were black and seemed to dance as she smiled. She was about 5 feet 6 inches
and must have weighed around 135 pounds. Overall she looked like a very
attractive, strong, healthy, Asian girl next door.

Hank laughed and said, "She doesn't look that strong to me. She's definitely
easy on the eyes but she can't be very strong. She's probably wearing those
arm bands because she has no muscles."

I just said, "We'll see I guess."

The announcer was talking non-stop. He asked Tara if she was ready. She told
him to wait a second. She left her left hand on her hip and raised her right
arm out straight and began to bend her arm and flex her bicep. When her arm
reached 90 degrees the armband snapped and fell off her arm revealing a fairly
impressive bulge on her upper arm. She put her right arm back on her hip and
flexed her left arm in the same way snapping the armband off. Hank pointed out
that the bands had to fake and rigged to pop off.

The announcer held up a steel bar that looked to be about half an inch in
diameter. He asked for a volunteer to test the strength of the bar. A young
man raised his hand and was invited into the ring. Of course Hank told me the
guy must have been planted in the audience. The volunteer tried to bend the
bar. First he held it in front of him and tried to bend it with his hands
only. When that didn't work he tried to bend it over his knee. He tried
several different angles but the bar remained perfectly straight. The guy said
he was convinced and handed the bar back to the announcer and left the ring.
The announcer handed it to Tara. She held it over her head with both hands and
lowered it down behind her neck. She then pulled on the ends. The muscles in
her arms and shoulders tensed as she strained against the bar. Slowly the bar
began to bend. It was bent just slightly when Tara lifted it over her head and
held it straight out in front of her. Again she strained against the bar. The
muscles of her arms, shoulders, and chest flexed and shook as the ends of the
bar slowly but steadily moved closer together. Soon the two ends met and Tara
raised the bent bar over her head with one hand and flashed a smile for the
applauding crowd.

Next, the announcer held up a pair of police handcuffs and asked for another
volunteer. A second guy was pulled from the crowd and invited to inspect the
cuffs. He pulled and yanked on them for a while then gave them back to the
announcer convinced that they were real. The announcer then cuffed Tara's
hands together in front of her. She held them overhead for the crowd to see
then brought them down in front of her. She took a couple of deep breaths and
then twisted her wrists and began struggling against the steel handcuffs. She
strained for several seconds and sweat began to form on her golden flesh. Her
bicep swelled as her right arm pulled up and her left pulled down. Finally,
the cuffs broke with a loud snap. She raised both fists into the air in
triumph as the chains dangled from her wrists. She was breathing heavily but
still smiled. Hank said both the cuffs and the volunteer were phonies. The
barker removed the cuffs.

The next part of the show was starting. Two very big burley stagehands lifted
a very heavy looking barbell and rolled it under the bottom rope into the
center of the ring. Yet another volunteer was chosen and invited to lift the
barbell. The volunteer was big and looked very strong. He squatted down and
grasped the bar as Tara looked on. Using his legs the big man stood up with
the bar but was completely unable to jerk it up to his chest. He tried for
about 5 seconds then dropped the bar to the canvas with a boom. The announcer
thanked the man and he climbed out of the ring. Tara stood behind the bar and
waved to the audience with both hands. She squatted down and grasped the bar
with both hands. She took several deep breaths. Suddenly in one motion she
stood and jerked the bar up to her chest with a groan. Two more breaths and
she began to slowly press the bar over her head. Her teeth were gritted and
she growled as she pushed with all of her might. Her arms shook and sweat ran
down her curvaceous body as the bar slowly moved higher. Finally her arms were
fully extended and the crowd let out a cheer. Tara looked at the crowd. You
could see the intense strain on her face but still the cute smile managed to
appear. After several seconds she slowly lowered the bar back to her chest and
then to the mat. She stood up and thrust both fists overhead as the crowd
roared and began chanting her name.

I asked Hank if he really thought all these volunteers could be plants. He
scoffed and told me he could prove it. He told me that the next time they
asked for a volunteer he would raise his hand and he guaranteed that he would
not be chosen.

The announcer was now holding up a wad of cash and making a speech, "I have in
my hand $500 for anyone, man, woman, or beast who can defeat the magnificent
Tara in a fair wrestling match. Is there anyone among you brave enough to step
into this ring and match your muscles against the strongest woman in the world
in personal combat? If anyone here can pin Tara for a 3 count or make her
submit before she does the same to you I will hand you this $500. Are there
any takers?"

Hank said, "Now I'll show you that this is all fake. They'll never pick me to
wrestle her." Then he raised his hand. Instantly, the announcer pointed
straight at Hank and said, "There, the big brave man in the back step right up
here sir."

Hank had a look of utter shock on his face. He turned white and began to
stammer. "Go get her. Remember she's a fake." I said. Hank knew he had no
choice and made his way towards the ring. He climbed in and looked nervous as
he got his instructions. The rules were simple. It was straight wrestling, no
hitting, no kicking, no hair pulling, and no eye gouging. You could win by
pinning your opponent's shoulders for a 3 count or making them submit. The
scene in the ring looked like a total mismatch. A muscular 6 foot 190 pound
man in shorts and a tank top against a 5 foot 6 inch 135 pound Oriental girl
in her early 20's and wearing a leopard skin bikini. However, this girl had
just performed some amazing feats of strength. Suddenly, the nervousness left
Hank's face and he said to Tara, "You're a fake."

Tara responded in perfect English, "Bring it on big man." The announcer
assumed the job of referee. He asked both if they were ready and then said,
"Wrestle!"

Tara and Hank went into a crouch and began to circle each other. Hank moved in
closer and locked up with Tara. The match appeared even for about 5 seconds
then Hank began to lose ground. Tara slowly pushed him backwards into the
ropes. She continued to push until his upper body was bent over the top rope.
The ref ordered them to break. Tara let go and moved back to the center of the
ring and stood there with her hands on her hips. The ref told them to wrestle
and Hank went into a crouch and began to circle but quickly noticed that Tara
hadn't moved a muscle. She just stood there, hands on hips, looking Hank
square in the eye. "Take your best shot." She said.

Hank approached her from the front and grabbed her around the shoulders. He
tried to twist her upper body and pull her down to the canvas but she didn't
budge. The football player yanked, pulled, and pushed for almost 10 seconds
but Tara did not move an inch she just stood there like a tree with her hands
still on her hips. Finally, with Hank using all of his weight, Tara began to
move. As soon as she started to be pulled off balance she sprang into action.
In one motion, she bent slightly at the knees, wrapped her arms around Hank's
waist in a tight bear hug, straightened her legs lifting Hank into the air and
turned his body almost parallel with the ground. She dropped him hard to the
canvas and stood over him. Hank had the wind knocked out of him but recovered
quickly and rolled to his feet. Tara went back into a crouch and they circled
again. Hank reached for the muscle girl with both hands but she caught both
his hand with hers and it turned into a test of strength in the center of the
ring. The two wrestlers strained against each other; his arms against her
arms, his muscles against her muscles. At first Hank managed to push Tara down
an inch or so but then she stopped his momentum and the tied turned in her
favor. Slowly she bent his wrists back and straightened up. Then she began to
force him downwards. Hank's knees began to bend. However, before his knees hit
the mat, Tara changed tactics. She jerked him up and twisted him around still
holding on to his hands. Hank ended up in a straightjacket position with his
own arms wrapped around his body and held by Tara behind him. Tara placed one
knee in Hank's back and yanked on his hands causing him to cry out in pain.
She jerked again bringing another scream from Hank. Suddenly, she let go
sending Hank flying into the ropes. He bounced off and would have fallen flat
on his back but Tara got underneath him and hoisted him high in the air across
her powerful shoulders in a backbreaker. Hank moaned in pain and his arms and
legs struggled weakly in an attempt to free himself. Tara carried him to the
center of the ring and faced the crowd. Then she put Hank into and airplane
spin. She spun him around 3 or 4 times coming to a stop facing the crowd once
again. Next she jerked him up overhead and dropped him to the canvas on his
back. Hank writhed in pain on the canvas holding his back.

By this time I had worked my way through the crowd to the ring. I looked at
Hank under the bottom rope and began to cheer him on. "Get up, get her, come
on you can do it Hank!"

Hank slowly climbed up the ropes and turned to face sexy champion. He leaned
against the ropes as he caught his breath. Then he launched himself off the
ropes at Tara. He bent over and hit her hard driving his shoulder into her
stomach. Then he wrapped his muscular arms around her body in a tight bear
hug. He even lifted her off of her feet for a few seconds but the pain in his
back forced him to set her back down. When her feet touched the canvas Tara
reached around Hank's head with her right arm and twisted him into a side
headlock, breaking the bear hug. Her solid forearm was pressed against his
throat and the firm bicep pressed against his carotid artery. The flow of air
and blood to Hank's head was being cut off. He pulled on her arm and pushed on
her body but could not free himself. Hank began to feel woozy and he went weak
in the knees. Slowly he sank down to his knees. As soon as that happened Tara
slipped around behind him and moved from a side headlock to a rear chokehold.
She put all of her weight onto his back and began forcing him down to the
canvas. Hank went to his hands and knees and Tara draped her muscular body
across his back putting her full weight onto him and continuing to choke him
out. The man's arms and legs slowly slipped out from under him and he was flat
on his face on the canvas with the nubile circus performer lying on top of
him. Tara switched to a two handed chin lock and pulled back as hard as she
could raising Hank's upper body off the mat bending his spine backwards. The
pain snapped Hank out of his state of semi-conciousness.

"AARGHH!" Screamed Hank.

Tara pulled him back even further and asked, "Do you give?"

"Yes! I give up! You win!" Hank squealed out his surrender. But Tara of the
Jungle wasn't quite through with him yet. "Who's the strongest woman in the
world? Say it!" She demanded.

Hank yelled as loud as he could, "Tara is the strongest woman in the world!"

Tara released him and stood up. Hank pitched forward on his face. The
invincible Tara placed one foot on her defeated challenger's back and flexed
her mighty muscles for the wildly cheering crowd. She held the double bicep
victory pose as the referee announced, "The winner and still undefeated
champion, Tara of the Jungle, strongest woman in the world! Next show is at
3:00." The Asian beauty waved to the crowd with the same cute smile across her
face, left the ring, and disappeared behind the curtain. The crowd was
breaking up and Hank was crawling under the bottom rope. I helped him off the
ring apron and to his feet. He was very unsteady and I wrapped his arm over my
shoulders to help hold him up. As we started to walk away I asked him, "What
do you say now?"

Hank only had one thing to say, "She's for real."