Brickhard by IRONMACK I LIKE WRITING STORIES THAT CONTAIN INCREDIBLE CONTESTS OF STRENGTH, SEXUAL BOUTS , AND VIOENT CARTOONISH FIST-FIGHTS AND WRESTLING MATCHES BETWEEN HUGELY MUSCLED SUPERMEN AND SUPERWOMEN. THE MEN WIN SOMETIMES, BUT IT'S MOSTLY THE WOMEN WHO KICK ASS! STORY TITLE: BRICKHARD! A VIOLENT FLINTSTONE PARODY IN WHICH FRED AND WILMA ARE MASSIVE AND BUFFED. Sunset in the prehistoric city of GRANITEVILLE.In a quiet suburban cave housewife WILMA BRICKHARD is in the middle of an intense workout.Her beautiful naked six-foot-two amazonion body glistening with sweat. Her broad brawny back rippling with muscle as she bent down to pick up the 1000 ton barbell in front of her.Actually, it was two massive 500 ton boulders connected by a thick tree limb. Her huge flaming red hair draped across her rock-hard shoulders as she lifted the weight with ease. Her awesome 40 inch biceps began to swell even larger as she performed a set of curls. Her 48 DD breasts stood erect and proud. Her apple-round rock-solid ass reinforced by the squats she performed earlier. The big shapely legs like granite. Abs already like steel and she hadn't even gotten arond to her sit-ups and crunches yet . WILMA did 50 reps, pumping her arms full of blood, then gently returned the gigantis barbell to the ground. She then moved a few feet over to pick up a pair of 1000 pound dumb-bells. Again these were huge boulders connected by tree limbs. She was in the middle of a set of alternate curls when the earth began to shake. The cave walls trembled. SUDDENLY, the thick oak door at the cave entrance shattered . Hammered into splinters by one blow of a mighty fist. A voice like thunder echoed in the cave. 'WILMA!!!", it roared. 'WHERE'S MY FUCKIN' DINNER?" A massive six-foot-four giant stormed his way in. FRED BRICKHARD WAS HOME! Like his wife, WILMA, FRED too was soaked in sweat. It had been a hard hot day at the GRANITEVILLE CAVE CONSTRUCTION COMPANY. FRED wore only his short company loinclothe. His hugely muscled naked upper torso an awesome sight.Broad rock-like shoulders,a barrel chest swelling with might. Thick abs that were sculpted marble. He flexed his mountain-peaked 55 inch biceps that erupted like volcanoes, the forearms thick with muscle and sinew. His bare legs like tree trunks supporting his titanic frame. With his rugged features and wavy jet-black hair, FRED BRICKHARD WAS LIKE A GOD! WILMA reacted to his frightening presence as usual. "Oh, you're home," she said, calmly pumping her arms. "FUCKIN' A I'M HOME!," FRED thundered."NOW WHERE'S MY FUCKIN' DINNER?" "You already asked that when you made your subtle entrance. I'll get it in a few minutes. My workout's almost over." "YOU'LL GET IT NOW, BITCH!" WILMA suddenly stopped curling the dumb-bells and stood perfectly still. 'What did you call me?", she asked, her voice menacing. "YOU HEARD ME!," FRED growled. "THIS IS ONE MILLION FUCKIN' B. C.! THAT MEANS I'M THE KING IN THIS CAVE! NOW GET YOUR ASS IN THE KITCHEN------BITCH!!!" WILMA dropped the dumb-bells that sank hard into the ground like meteors. She turned and looked her husband right in the eye. Though he was a head taller than she was, her eyes were fearless. 'And what if I don't?" FRED was silent for a moment,then walked over to the 1000 ton barbell WILMA had been usng. With amazing ease, he picked it up with one hand, tossed it into the air and caught it coming back down, one 500 ton boulder in ech hand. He began to squeeze. The rocks started to crack, then crumble----then,in the next minute, they shattered-----turning into piles of dust! The tree limb that connected them fell to the ground. FRED smiled an evil arrogant grin. "DON'T---THEN IT'S YOUR ASS! BITCH!" WILMA arched an eyebrow as she calmly walked over to a nearby table which was actually an over-1000 ton stone.She sighed for a second---then with one swift hammering blow of her fist, she pulverized the stone, totally destroying it! She smiled at FRED with her own evil grin. 'OOOO, I'm soooo scared," she said. FRED suppressed a lump in his throat. He'd forgotten how powerful his wife could be. Better put her in her place fast and violently, he thought. Like taming a wild beast. Which he had done many times in the past. Just as he had destroyed many an enemy warrior with his bare hands. "I'm done playin' with you, girl," he said." I said get your ass in that kitchen and get to work. Th' next words outta that smart mouth of your's better be 'YES, SIR.'" WILMA placed her hands on her muscular hips and smiled. "Is that so?", she said. "When then---kiss my a-" KPOW!!! WILMA never got to finish her sentence. FRED'S sledgehammer connected DEAD-ON IN HER FACE! She didn't even see it coming. The impact was like a train collission, hurling her back fifteen feet crashing into the cave wall. FRED smirked as he cracked his knuckles. WILMA was smashed hard against the half-destroyed wall. BUT NOT FOR LONG! In the next instant, she pried herself from the wall. She had a kller look in her eyes. "YOU SONUVABITCH!!!!!", she screamed. FRED suddenly froze with fear. He was shocked at how fast WILMA had recovered. He did not have much time to think about it. WIMA launched herself at him like a guided missile. BOOM! CRACK! Her fist sank hard and deep into his mid-section. His rock-solid abs no match for her piledriving power. The strength behind the blow caused him to bend forward, moan,and fart. WILMA followed up with a wicked uppercut, shattering FRED'S jaw. A right cross produced a stream of blood and loosened two teeth. FRED raised a fist and walked right into twenty-eight hammering left jabs. His right eye was beginning to swell shut. WILMA returned to his stomach with thirty-five lightning-fast blows to the gut. FRED bent down again and was straightened up by an even HARDER uppercut. An atomic missile that was WILMA'S fist detonated in FRED'S kidneys, making him scream like a girl! He fumbled at his loinclothe which had begun to sag. His big legs rubbery and weak. WILMA then brougt up one more PULVERIZING UPPERCUT from the floor that exploded in FRED'S face, sending him flying outside the cave thirty-eight feet, landing with a final, cryptic THUD! WILMA WAS ESTATIC! She shouted out to what she was certain was FRED'S corpse. "YOU HUNGRY, EH? CHEW ON THAT, YOU FUCK!" She flexed her granite-like biceps in victory. BUT SUDDENLY---she heard the thundeing charge of a bull elphant. Only it wasn't a bull elephat. IT WAS FRED. Charging with locomotive-power back into the cave using a massive thick ten-foot long tree limb that he had ripped fom the ground outside as a battering ram driving it with all his might into WILMA. Once again the amazonion housewife was crushed into the cave wall, this time with tons of debris raining down on her. When the dust settled and WILMA did not rise, FRED squeezed the tree limb with his mighty arms, crushing it into toothpicks. He pounded his rock-hard chest. "TAKE THAT, YOU FUCKIN' CUNT!," he shouted. "FRED BRICKHARD IS THE KING IN THIS H---huh?" Once again to his shock, FRED'S wife proved mightier than he ever imagined.She suddenly began to move. With the strehgth of 100 men, she tossed aside the huge rocks that had buried her. She was bruised, battered, bloodied, with a black eye. Worse of all, her hair was a mess! This time the look of bloody revenge in her eyes caused FRED'S nuts to shrivel up in fear. He was now in for THE FIGHT OF HIS LIFE! WILMA squared her shoulders. Her biceps bulging. "CUNT?," she said. "THAT DOES IT! FREDDY---I'M GONNA SEND YOU TO TH' FUCKIN' HOSPITAL!" END OF PART ONE. NOW THINGS GET VIOLENT. MORE TO COME. PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. IRONMACK.