East vs. West: A throwback to the cold war
by PYGMALION rswf@pcis.net


    I was called in to shoot a video.  Actually more like a mini-movie. 
I was suppose to be working with this viking blonde named Sasha.  Our
characters were to be rival spies during the cold war.
    The movie was pretty much like your basic run of the mill action
film.  Not a whole lot of dialogue but plenty of action.  Our characters
were hadn't met up until toward the end. 
    We spent most of the film shoot each working with extras, which meant
we beat them up.  For the final scene we were outside a nightclub.  The
one that Travis happens to actually own.  Before the final scenes were
shot there was a dispute between Sasha and myself as to who should win
the final fight.  Originally the fight was suppose to be coreographed but
she didn't want to stick to the script.
    "No way little yankee can you take me."
    She said in her fake but convincing Russian accent.
    "Don't underestimate me.  I thrive on big ladies such as yourself."
    "Cut."
    Travis yelled out, and then went on to inform us that wasn't in the
script.
    "I'm not sticking to the script.  I think I should win for
believability purposes."
    She said in her normal town of voice while turning her attention to
Travis.  I tugged her arm to get her attention.
    "You don't think I can take you for real?"
   
    She put her hands on her hips, and sized me up or down rather.
    "Ha!"
    Her response was an indication that she thought that was not only a
stupid question but an absurd possibilty.  She's a tank of a woman at
5'9" 200 pounds.  Sporting 15" solid round firm biceps, accompanied with
broad thick shoulders, and with enormous breast, JJ's to be exact, its
easy to see why she wouldn't feel threatened by me and my 5'3" 101
pounds, 7 and a half inch biceps,  petite shoulders, and topped off by my
34b's in the breast department.
    She also has a 32" waist that's thick and solid more than its wide. 
My waist is only 20".  Her legs are longer and look like tree trunks and
my legs are chicken legs.  Not real skinny just slender.
    Needless to say though we were still clothed the size difference was
obvious.  We're both sleeveless.  Me in a black sports bra matching biker
shorts, and tennis shoes. 
    Sasha was wearing a purple top a slit down the front just above her
abdomen.  The back was mostly revealed except for the upper part that
hugged around the back of her neck, and the banded part that covered the
small of her back.  Needless to say though the material on her top was
thick she had much cleavage to show.  In fact there were bulges of
titflesh hanging out on the sides.
    She was wearing black elastic banded sweats that are often confused
with slacks by some people.
 
    What are you looking at me for?
 
    Never mind Pygmalion.  Anyway she was wearing heeless pumps.  We
didn't really know a whole lot about each other, but I did know that
she's a part of the "200 plus pound club".  That's a small group of women
that work with us that not only weigh 200 pounds or more but can bench
press it as well.
    So she's not a weakling, and her not really knowing that much about
me I guess you could say that her confidence is justified.  Not only is
she strong but she is pretty.  Not drop dead but with her viking blonde
hair, glistening blue eyes, snowy complexion complimented with light
brown freckles she's better looking than me, and a lot of other women as
well.
    After the short debate and stare down Travis did his drill of making
us sign medical waivers.  This meant that our fight wasn't to be scripted
or coreographed.  In other words it was on.
    "Now remember, when I say action do your dialogue and then fight it
out."
    Our dialogue was the only thing that would be scripted for this fight
scene.  Once Travis yelled action Sasha and I were back in character. 
Well as far as the dialogue went.
    "So you're the little yankee I've heard so much about.  I can't
believe people have made such a business of you.  You're just a little
teeny bopper trying to step up into this woman's world."
    Sasha is playing her own age some 29 year old.  Whereas I play some
prodigy agent.  Though I'm 20 I'm suppose to be 18.  At least for the
record that's what I was told.  With the pigtails I'm wearing......
   
    Cindy you're playing an 18 year old, and that's all there is to it. 
If viewer's imagination gets carried away that's on them.  Can't help it
if you look young.
   
    ...... you know that's exactly what Travis said.  Anyway I just
nonchalatanly shrugged.  I skipped my lines and slipped a nice quick jab
to Sasha's chin.  I thought she would whine about it, but instead the
tank of a woman threw a thunderous right hook.  Fortunately I was quicker
and was able to duck under it.  I darted off to the side from which the
punch came.
    I struck her in the jaw.  She fired back with a backhand that
missed.  So far this was no different than fighting with any other big
strong woman.  I'd land my strikes and they'd miss with femnine grunts of
effort.
    After ducking the backhand I stepped in front of her and uppercutted
her chin.  Her head jarred back, but immediaetly she bearhugged me and
hoisted me off the ground with the ease of a grocery shopper lifting a
box of cereal.  She definitely was resilient and truthfully I think my
punches hurt my fist more than her.  I had no time to think about that
though. 
    She squeezed me very tightly.  I dug my nails into her thick
shoulders, and was surprise that my nails didn't break, nor chip for that
matter.  I was able to push myself up a bit.
    She squeezed tighter and prevented me from climbing her any further,
but the good thing was I had the leverage position that I needed.  With
my pointy elbows I began driving them into her solar plexus.  She's
cuddily, soft skinned, but sturdy with powerful muscles and thick bones,
so my elbows weren't doing as I desired.  I clocked her right upside the
head with a forearm.
    "Is that the best you can do little yankee?"
    She growled in a rather arrogant taunting fashion.  I did the only
other thing I could think of.  I bit her nose.  That caused her to loosen
her grip.  I slid down a bit and headbutted her in the eye.
    She flinched but still held on and kept me hoisted off the ground.  I
judo chopped her across the side of the neck, and simultaneously brought
each elbow down on her enormous breast.  It took each breast to get
elbowed a few times before she released the hold. 
    Fearing that I'd fall to the ground I reacted quickly by clasping
my hands with my fingers locking behind the back of her neck.  Once I
landed I had her held in an awkward position.  She was hunched over a bit
and I start a knee drive to her inner thighs, but she was either blocking
them or the knees just weren't effective.  She slipped an uppercutt to my
mid-section.  It hurt but I held on and kept up my knee drive. 
    It was to no avail her thighs are not only the size of tree trunks
but just as sturdy as they look.  I think they're each about 28 and a
half inches.  Not cut nor chiseled just solid and round.  I should've
known better, and yes my mistake would cost me. 
    She punched me in the gut again and this time brought her wrist
inside my forearms and freed herself by swiping my hands away.  She went
on the offensive, but before I get to that I just want to tell you about
something that I noticed when I watched the video.  When she completed
her motion instead of her arms flapping around in the tricep area like
most big women's do they only tigthened and a smooth round bulge peeked
out on her biceps.  Not a stereotypical 200 pound woman, but of course
none of the women in the 200 pound plus club are.
    Anyway she went on the offensive and grabbed me around the neck. 
Though her grip was tight this would be a mistake on her part; because I
discovered a soft spot on her invincible solid person other than her
boobs.  I punched her in the stomach quite a few times.  Each time she'd
let out a little cough and her grip around my neck loosened.  I guess you
can say that she's a bit chunky-soft in the middle, but since she's so
big everywhere else especially her boobs a person wouldn't notice unless
they punched her in the stomach.
    I freed myself from her chokehold in the same manner that she freed
herself from my hold.  I took a step back and high kicked her right in
the chin.  She tried putting her hands up but I was much quicker on the
draw.  The kick landed square.  Her eyes flashed then crossed as she
staggered backward.  I stepped in and punched her in the mouth. 
    It was then that I could tell that I had hurt her because just like
the kick to her chin her eyes flashed and then crossed.  Just like in a
game of poker everybody has their tell tale signs of when they've been
hurt.  Like a shark tasting blood I went on a ferocious attack.  Not with
just my fist but the heal of my hand palm and feet.
    I started out with a heal of my hand palm slam into her chin then a
kick to her shin.  She retaliated with a desperate haymaker that I ducked
under.  I uppercutted her to the stomach then slammed 1-2 punches to each
breast.  Such a sight my small fist sinking into such large soft but not
sagging targets.  Even more of a sight they'd hurt the large woman.
    I sent her reeling.  First I set her up with a standing sidekick to
her gut and followed up with another slamming of my hand palm heal to her
chin.  Had she'd not stumbled backward into a wall she would've fell
down.  I made a mistake in underestimating her strength.  Instead of
charging in a stood an took in a visual of my handiwork.  She was braced
up against the wall while holding one arm bent up by her head while the
other hung down at her side. 
    Her head slowly rotated back and forth while with shut eyes she
moaned in pain.  Suddenly I realized my mistake.  Something out of the
ordinary happened.  She stopped rotating her head and opened her eyes.
    "Now I'm done playing with you little yankee."
    That dialogue just like the fight wasn't in the script nice ad-lib on
her part but.....
    "Uh oh."
    I realized that Sasha wasn't just built like a tank but was one. 
This was definitely not some ordinary woman that I was fighting but a
wrecking machine.  Wow!  Does she really get into character.  I thought
about turning away and running but realized that Kayley was watching.
    Sometimes though discretion is a better part of valor.  Sasha pushed
herself away from the way and came charging at me with her fist cocked
loaded and aimed for firing.  I went charging in using fear as my fuel as
well as my fighting experience despite having such a short life to my
advantage by ducking her overhand.
    I also stopped her cold in her tracks by slamming an uppercutt to her
mid-section.  I halfway expected her to just brush it off and retaliate, 
but there's nothing sweeter than a big strong woman that's weak in the
middle.  That's part of the reason Galatea was always able to whip my
ass.  If she were around she'd be not only a member but the President of
the 200 pound plus club.
    Anyway despite the huge viking blonde being stunned she went ahead
and boxed with me.  HEHE.  She played right into my hands.  I knew that
despite how big and strong she was that boxing with me would be a mistake
on her part.
    I proved that too not only by landing every punch I threw at her gut,
boobs, cheeks, jaws, eyes, and lips, but also by dodging any punch she
threw.  I was able to punch her boobs with hooks and crosses knocking
them out of her outfit.  She was such the gamer that she didn't worry
about those big suckers flopping around bare, but only tried retaliating
with punches that would miss.
    Jabs in 1-2 combinations reddened and swollen her eyes.  A haymaker
to each cheek cut one of her cheeks.  I busted the middle of her upper
and lower lips with several jabs one after the other.  Watching the video
I just loved her reaction.  Watching her flash then cross.  Her head jar
back and her hair flinging through the air.  Her shoulders swaying and
her arms dropped at her side.  Then I saw where I split her a side of her
lip with a nice hook shot.
    She did all she could to keep herself from spinning.  THat was one
thing she was successful at, but once again missed a haymaker from left
field.  I'm still not excatly sure how she could even see with her viking
blonde lock hanging in front of her eyes.  It was all tussled and matted
with sweat.  She'd obviously never boxed before because it was obvious
this was a real exertion for the big powerhouse of a woman that could
bench press over 200 pounds.
    Evidence of the exertion was how much heavier she was breathing
than I, and after missing her haymaker she just stood all hunched over
and her arms hung lifeless at her sides.  Sweat glistened off her body
like the sun's reflexion off of snow.  I also noticed her legs were very
wobbly and she was fighting to remain standing.
    I moved in to finish her off.  Out of nowhere she landed one last
ditched effort of a hail marry haymaker and clocked me upside the head. 
Everything went dark and I was knocked unconcious.  Yeah right.
    Really though she was so worn out that she stumbled around like a
drunk, and the punch she threw didn't even phase me.
 
    Too bad she didn't fight like a drunk woman.  They're pretty wild.
 
    That's nice Pygmalion.  So her punch didn't phase me and I went ahead
and finished her off with a front roundhouse kick to the side of her
head.  She let out a high pitched wimper and fell to the concrete
unconcious.  Fortunately for her she dropped to her knees first.
    Seeing her lying face down and out cold I thought about stripping
her naked, but I decided I would humiliate her more by waiting until she
woke up, and then making herself strip naked, and hand me her clothes. 
The only move that was coreographed was me stepping on the back of her
neck as if to kill her.
    "Cut!  THat's a wrap!"
    Travis yelled out.  quickly he sent his medical team to look at
Sasha.  I was a little worred that perhaps I got "carried away" like he's
always accusing me of.  Plus he had this morbid look on his face like he
was about to turn green.
    "You're not mad at me are you?"
    I asked
    "No reason to be."
    " I just thought because the two of you lately....(Pause)    Well you
know, and you're always accusing me of getting carried away."
    "We're all professionals her Cindy.  Think about when I accuse you of
getting carried away.  Only if the fight is suppose to be coreographed."
    "There was that one boxing match I had."
    "That's because you hit her and kept hitting her after the bell. 
You've improved though.  I figured with more experience you would. 
Anyway here's your bonus."
    Travis gives cash bonuses out to the winner of a "shootout".  To have
a shootout both parties involved have to agree.  Both parites are also
well aware of the risk.  Fortunately for Sasha she's a tank and despite
getting knicked, cut , and bruised she'd be okay.  I actually broke a
couple of my knuckles.  That never happened before.  Oh yea I forgot to
tell you another rule to a "shootout" is that the winner can either strip
or make the loser hand over her clothes, and keep them as trophies.
    By now Sasha was awake.  A bit dazed and confused but still awake. 
Once the medical staff cleaned her up and helped her to her feet Travis
and I made our way over to her to perform the disrobing ritual. 
    She and I were facing off again and like a boxing referee giving
instructions Travis stood near.  I held out my hand and didn't even have
to say a word.  I could see her eyes mist, but with out hesitation she
stripped herself naked and handed me her clothes.  
    Once that was over she put her hands on her hips and rapidly tapped
her foot.
    "I can't believe I lost to you."
    Gee I never heard that before.  She buried her face in her hands and
started to cry out of pure embarrasment.  Travis received an overcoat
from a wardrobe assistant and he put it on her.  She buried her head into
his shoulder and Travis without being asked began consoling her.  In
case you haven't figured out yet the two of them have been a fling as of
late.  I guess he's thing with Memphis Belle is over.
    While this was going on somebody nudged me in the back.  I turned
around and Kayley the 5'11'' gorgeous striking blonde queen with those
sparkling diamondesque eyes was beaming in pride with a winning smile
from ear to ear.
    "I'm so proud of you.  Sticking it to the 200 pound plus club...."
    She playfully heat me in the shoulder.
    "....... What do you say?  You and me right now in a boxing rematch."
    "No way.   I'm too exhausted.  How about later."
    I knew she was just kidding, but I figured I'd play along despite how
much I exerted myself.
    "No thanks."
    She said with a chuckle while backing away with her hands up in front
of her bosom area as if to surrender.  I looked up at her with tired
eyes.
    "Come here."
    It was a request on my part.  She thought something was wrong because
I became a bit wobbly, so she came over to me with a concerned look.  I
fell into her arms.  I really liked the place I was at.  Kayley having
her loving arms around me and I had my face planted in between her
breasts.  Definitely much better than fighting.
    Though we're not an ongoing item we do have our flings with each
other now and then.  See before Travis and Sasha started having their
thing together Kayley and Travis were a bit of an item.  Since their
fling poor Kayley has been left out of the loop.  So watching me kick
Sasha's ass was probably a bonus for her.  That added an erotic touch to
our nightcap.  I'm sure Sasha and Travis did the same.
    As for Sasha and my working relationship after working out with her
the other day I fear a rematch looms.  The reason I say fear is 1.
Because I had never had to exert myself so much in a fight before.  Sure
Galatea and Augusta would completely spend me but I lost to them.  
    2.  I'm certain Sasha won't make the same mistakes twice.
    3.  While working out with her I discovered she was arm curling more
than I weigh, so I let her arm curl me.  Since I'm longer than a dumbell
she was only able to curl me 3 times.  I think this adds to her disbelief
that she lost to me.  That's one of the reasons I'm analyzing the
videotape of our fight.  That and sexual arousal of course.
 
    That's good Cindy.  Keep us posted.  Well folks another day another
dollar another reason to holler.  I'm not sure when or what exactly my
next story is going to be, but Daphnee is wanting to come over and tell
her end of what happened between her and a small town crooked sheriff. 
Trinity is wanting to come over and tell about a fantasy she has about
Mrs. Ash.  This is all I can do for now until next time.
 
PYGMALION rswf@pcis.net