Battle of the sexes 
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A true account of an amazing contest between the sexes on TV   


Cable television, it must be said, has not really inspired me in any way,
shape or form for some time now. Endless repeats of the same shows carried out
with mind numbing regularity do not do much to heighten ones confidence in
what passes for entertainment these days. Assuming you watch the normal
channels, as I do, then you will probably agree with me on most counts. After
a fairly uneventful Sunday morning, I decided to treat myself to a couple of
hours of television. I didn't expect anything other than the usual shows, but
as a change I decided to channel hop through some of the more non-descript
foreign channels. It must be said that most of the content on these channels
is pretty much like our own in the US, just with a different language. On the
odd occasion however something intriguing and interesting pops up which
immediately grabs ones attention. As I flicked over to yet another channel I
was presented with what seemed to be some kind of sports talk show. From my
rather limited knowledge of foreign languages I deduced that it was an Italian
channel. As I continued to watch, a clock appeared in the top corner of the
screen, it started to count down from 10 to zero. As the clock reached zero
the camera suddenly cut to a live scene inside what seemed to be some kind of
small arena with banks of seats up both sides, filled with cheering people. As
the commentary meant absolutely nothing to me I had to rely more or less on
what I was seeing. The camera panned round and gave an isometric view of the
arena, in the middle seemed to be some kind of raised platform about 10 feet
wide by 10 feet long, similar to that which sumo wrestlers use in Japan. As
the commentary continued the camera suddenly zoomed into what seemed to be
some kind of combatant. He was walking slowly towards the center of the area,
to the platform. I immediately thought that this must be some kind of fighting
sport as the guy was very well muscled wearing black shorts; he was about 200
lbs and quite tall too with a totally bald, tanned head, obviously spending a
large portion of his week lifting weights and lying beneath a tanning bed! The
crowd roared as he stepped onto the raised platform and onto a blue mat and
started to warm up. I don't really enjoy watching these kinds of testosterone
fuelled contests, they are quite boring to me, if you have seen one, you have
invariably seen them all, well at least in my opinion. As I grabbed the remote
and thought about what channel I should turn to something astonishing
happened. The camera zoomed in on the other fighter, I could not believe my
eyes as what seemed to be quite a tall and tanned blonde female walking into
the arena, her beaming smile immediately capturing my attention! She looked to
be about the same weight and height as the man, and had long wavy blonde hair,
with tanned skin and had a rather skimpy pink bikini on; it was obvious that
she too spent quite a long time in the gym, but she looked strong and quite
well muscled. Suddenly my attention was completely focused on this impromptu
match, my eyes transfixed on what was about to happen. Seeing two weight
lifters from the two sexes fight it out was something that I was not intending
to miss. As she walked up and onto the mat, her skin glistened with oil, her
eyes wide and alive at the prospect of battling her male opponent. Around the
side of the platform were about 6 or 7 scantily clad women also wearing
bikinis. They had obviously been employed to look nice! They sat there, each
in a seductive pose, watching as the two fighters limbered up. Another clock
appeared at the corner of the screen showing five minutes, and sooner than I
expected a buzzer sounded. no announcements were made, or referees giving
rules, the fight just started! The man walked forward and met the woman in the
center of the mat, they were going to engage in a test of strength it seemed.
This was very interesting, the man looked to have a slightly larger upper
body, but the woman's legs looked thicker and more powerful than his. As their
hands clasped together they both strained their bodies, wincing as they tried
to gain the upper hand. I couldn't quite believe what I was seeing, this was
totally unexpected. The crowd were cheering and shouting as the woman
unbelievably held her own. This must have gone on for literally 2 minutes,
their arms shaking as each gave all the strength they could muster. The man's
face was contorted and winced as he tried with all his strength to push the
women into a more submissive stance. Suddenly their arms moved down, they were
pushing and straining against each other, veins were pumping, huge tanned
muscles twitching at the huge force generated by the two combatants. Suddenly
the mans feet started to ever so slightly move back, the crowd noticed this
and let out an almighty roar as the woman started to press home her advantage.
The man, in desperation at being out-strengthed, dropped down lower and
grabbed the woman round her waist and attempted to tackle her to the floor.
The woman responded however, instinctively grabbing the man by his waist over
his back; they both stumbled to the floor trying to gain an advantage, their
slippery limbs slapping and grabbing at each other. The crowd continued to
cheer even more loudly as the woman gained the upper hand! She had pinned him
amazingly on his front with her arms around his neck making his face redden
and strain in anger and frustration. He continued to struggle as the woman
jostled and maintained her hold on him, slowly sapping his strength second by
second like a fly caught in a spiders web. Each attempt he made to escape was
greeted by roars of laughter and whistles from the crowd. Even the women
surrounding the platform looked surprised, some of them with their hands to
their mouths in total adulation of this woman, who was actually dominating
this man by brute strength. He continued to thrash wildly every couple of
seconds as the woman just looked to maintain her position. Suddenly she
positioned her arms around his neck and started to squeeze! His eyes widened
even more, as she pressed with all her strength into his well- muscled neck.
What an amazing sight this was, she was in complete control as his face
started to turn from an angry pink into a vein popping purple. The woman
whooped in delight as she realized that his chances of escaping were
diminishing quickly. It had taken her less than three minutes to apply this
hold and assert her authority over the supposedly "better" male. As the clock
on the screen entered the last minute a number appeared next to it. It seemed
that the audience members were going to vote on whether the woman should let
him go or keep squeezing! This was kind of similar I suppose to the roman
gladiators who would get an opinion from the crowd as to whether someone
should live or die! Two hands appeared on the screen, one with a thumbs up and
one with a thumbs down, as the audience voted it seemed that an overwhelming
99% wanted her to squeeze the life out of him! Perhaps the one percent who
wanted her to get off him was his wife! The mans eyes started to roll back as
the woman squeezed harder and harder, the clock finally reached zero and
another buzzer sounded signaling the end of the contest. She rolled off the
half conscious man and immediately adopted a winner's pose, placing her foot
on the beaten mans sweat drenched back and raising her arm into the air. He
lay there, completely humiliated and beaten by this blonde, tanned amazon-like
woman, her pink bikini damp with perspiration. Her pose was greeted with
cheers and whistles from the crowd, most of who were shocked at the way she
had dealt with the supposedly stronger sex with such ease.