Called Gym Brute Beaten. by koedkid I go to a gym a few times a week and if I didn't see this with my own eyes I would never believe the story. I guess every gym has one of these. A big muscled-bound oaf who brags about how much he can lift and how many pounds and reps he's doing that particular night. He also thinks he's entitled to use any machine he wants at any given time. More than once he's sauntered over to a weight machine that was being used - and made a few grunts and frowns to let the poor shmoe on the apparatus that his time was up. No one wanted to challenge him. He was about 6-feet tall, and 230 pounds, with 24-inch arms, 32-inch thighs and a V-shaped waist with 8-pack abs. Even the gym management didn't want to talk to this guy about proper gym etiquette. One night Mr. Muscles wanted to work on a machine that was being used by a 20-something woman. She couldn't have weighed more than 125 pounds spread nicely over her 5-6 frame. Her name was Joyce, and she was a schoolteacher, who was a regular in the aerobics classes. She also ran five miles a day and did other workouts. Whether she was able to take on Mr. Muscles was soon to be learned. "Hey sweetheart, how about letting a man show you how to use this machine," Muscles said as he put his mitts on the handles to take over. Joyce said, "That's okay, I'm getting enough of a workout on my own, doing it my way.""You're doing it all wrong," Muscles laughed. "Just look at your arms -- you have no definition in your biceps and triceps." Again, Joyce said "I'm happy with my results. Just leave me alone, thank you." Muscles didn't take well to the rebuff and yelled "I don't think you understand -- I want to use this machine NOW." "You don't understand," Joyce smiled. "I'm using it and you can have it when I am finished." She knew she was getting the muscled behemoth angry, but she didn't care. One guy who thought he was being gallant, went over to Muscles and asked that he give the lady a break. Muscles gave the guy a shove sending him flying into a group of people on other machines. The gym went silent, and the manager behind the desk said he was going to call the police. However, Joyce said "Don't bother. I'll take care of this." She then turned to Muscles and said, "that wasn't nice." as she stood up from the machine. Muscles thought the young lady had seen the light and was giving up the apparatus and he moved to sit down. But again, Joyce blocked his way. "I said I wasn't done, but you seem to be too muscle-brained to understand that," she said. "Plus, you owe these people an apology for your loud outbursts that interrupted their workouts." Muscles growled "I'm not apologizing to any of these wimps, and I'm not taking shit from some uppity blonde." He stepped forward to push Joyce away. Now here's the part that's hard to believe. Joyce stepped to the side, grabbed the brute's forearm and intertwined her fingers with his and bent his wrist back. Muscles screamed out in pain as he was brought to his knees. The woman's small hand looked unimpressive wrapped in the big fella's meat-hook. But there she was looking down on the stunned muscle-builder saying, "Now apologize." Others in the gym shouted: way to go" and "look at that," causing Muscles an embarrassment he knew he had to correct. "I'm not apologizing to anyone," he yelled, as he tried to digest that this small woman brought him to his knees. His eyes flared with anger, and he threw a punch at Joyce's stomach from down on his knees. However, she stepped away so fast - that he hit nothing but air. She grabbed Muscles' arm and pulled so that his momentum sent him sprawling across the floor. "I said you were big and slow and no match for me," she laughed. "You're making a big mistake if you want to fight me." It was obvious she could handle herself - but was she able to take out a guy who was more than 100 pounds heavier and six inches bigger. "I'm warning you," she said again. "You're going to be embarrassed in front of all these people if you don't stop now and just walk away." But at this point, Muscles was not about to walk away from a woman who just sent him sprawling across the floor in front of a dozen people in his gym - his turf. He got to his feet and shouted "Lady, you must be nuts if you think you have a chance against these pythons." as he flexed a couple of poses. Joyce smiled and said "You build up your muscles to prove you're a big strong man, but you're about to be taken apart by a little woman. I said you were big and slow and no match for these," as she struck a muscle pose showing thin feminine arms that barely had any definition. Muscles growled and charged the blonde. She sent out a kick that caught the gorilla in his stomach. He was stopped but not fazed. He then tried a couple of punches that Joyce was able to dodge and duck under. While she was ducking, she saw his midsection wide open, and she delivered a few punches to his sides and stomach. It was obvious, her small fists against the big guy's muscled torso didn't have any effect. People watching wondered how many punches will she have to land to make an impression on this guy. Joyce and Muscles were now facing off against each other with a crowd of men and women standing around. Some of the men thought they should step in - but no one did. And then some had a twinge of embarrassment to think that they were letting a woman fight the bully of the gym. But Joyce was not intimidated."I'm telling you stud - give it up and walk away - or you are going to hurt," she warned again. Muscles laughed saying "your punches are like pitty-pats. You can't hurt me. And I'm going to kick your ass and shut your mouth," he bellowed. "Maybe I'll even strip you naked and show everyone your skinny ass." With that Muscles charged. Joyce leapt into the air and wrapped her legs around the big guy's chest and began to squeeze while holding his head. Her leg scissors were not having the desired effect in pushing in the big guy's torso -- so she did a mid-air sit up and clapped Muscles in the ears three times. The big brute suddenly began thrashing as the ear slaps effected his inner ear and balance and made him woozy. Joyce then pulled an athletic move and moved her scissor hold higher, around Muscles' neck. She let her body fall backwards using her entire weight to flip the staggering body builder to the ground with a loud THUD. The onlookers began clapping to see the bully of the gym sprawled on the floor, trying to shake the cobwebs from his head. He began to stand with a growl "I'm going to kill that bitch." But Joyce got to her feet quicker and began kicking the huge body, every time Muscles tried to stand. "How your muscles doing now. They don't mean anything to me. You're an idiot who thinks he knows how to fight. Well, get ready because a 125-pound woman is going to rearrange your world." A kick to the head put Muscles flat on his back.Joyce jumped on his barreled chest and began to rain down punches into his face. "Go Joyce," one female onlooker shouted. "Show him what a woman can do."Although the guys in the gym were seeing Joyce handle this bully, whom everyone was afraid of, they must have wondered if they could have beaten this blow-hard also. "C'mon tough guy, tell me how your pythons are doing," Joyce continued to taunt, with each punch that was now drawing blood from Muscles' nose and mouth. "How many pounds did you lift tonight and look at how my little girl muscles are beating you senseless," she laughed. Muscles heard the taunts and the laughter from the crowd, and he desperately flailed to get this female warrior off his chest. He was able to swipe his huge arm and knock Joyce over to the floor. She jumped to her feet an allowed Muscles to get up. "Look at the big man," she sneered. "He can hardly stand after five minutes fighting me.""I'll give you a last chance to apologize to everyone and walk out of here," she advised. Muscles looked at the little woman five feet away - standing with her fists balled in a fight mode. He couldn't believe he was beaten by her. There was no way he was going to give in - not in front of all these people. He needed just one chance to grab the bitch and squeeze the shit out of her. His pythons won't fail him, he thought. He stepped forward with his fists up. "OHH so the stud wants more," Joyce asked, "I'm going to kill you," the big galoot bellowed, as he stepped in throwing punches. However, if Muscles was slow before he was even slower now. The fight had taken a lot our him. He was unsteady after being flipped. His nose was broken and bleeding. His face was cut and red from punches. His six-foot, 230-pound frame did not look all that imposing now as he swayed on teetering legs with his fists up. "Time to take you apart," Joyce said confidently. And with that she flipped several jabs at Muscles, catching his face and head. At first her small fists hitting his head didn't seem to do much harm, but after about ten punches, Muscles' face began bleeding from the lip and his eyes were closing. He tried swinging haymakers at the woman, who easily avoided them. The sight of a lumbering muscle-bound oaf, boxing a small agile and speedy woman was unbelievable. At first glance no one would have given the woman any chance of winning - but here it was. She was punching the big galoot silly, and he was unable to hit her. After about five minutes of pounding - Muscles was just standing and wobbling with his arms hanging at his side, watching his female opponent through blackened eyes. Joyce saw he was just a big target and she changed from punching to several kicks to the head. That did it, as Muscles crashed to the floor, groaning. The gym crowd cheered and laughed at the sight of the huge, muscled guy, who could lift hundreds of pounds, now having trouble lifting his own body off the floor. "I told you to walk away," taunted Joyce. "But no, you thought lifting 400 pounds is the same was fighting me. Now you learned that weights don't hit back." The woman's taunts were more cutting that her punches, and Muscles again shouted, "This bitch is dead." "Tough talk from a man who can get off the floor," yelled Joyce, as she pounced on the big man's chest, pinning him to the ground. "C'mon hero, let's see if you can push a 125-pound woman off you." And with that Joyce began a ground pound that was turning the big man's face into hamburger. He bucked and thrashed and rolled. He flailed his arms, but nothing was stopping the female's offensive barrage. Precision punches cut through the big man's flailing arms, turning his face into a pulpy mess. "You still owe us all an apology," Joyce said, as she raised the body builder's head up by his hair with her left hand and waved her right fist under his nose as if another round of piston punches were on the way. Muscles began to whimper and cry, "Ok, Ok, I'm sorry. Just don't hit me anymore. I give up." Joyce stood up and walked around the defeated bully, who was coiled in a fetal position whimpering and refusing to look at the surrounding crowd which he had terrorized for months. Joyce then said, "One last thing," as she knelt down next to Muscles. "You said you were going to strip me naked - well I'm going to strip you." "No not that," Muscles pleaded. But his body was wracked with pain and his eyes showed that there was nothing he could do to stop the woman. Joyce pulled down his gym shorts - and then his jock strap. The jock strap had a sock balled in it, to show off a male package that really wasn't there. When the sock hit the floor, a very small dick was revealed - that apparently had been shrunk by one too many steroids used to build muscle. "It seems you built up all your muscles but one," Joyce laughed as the rest of the gym snickered. Muscles were now nude from the waist down and he screamed out in anger trying to grab the woman who defeated and embarrassed him. She was able to stomp his hand breaking two fingers. She then pounced on his chest and piston punched him until he fell unconscious. It took about 20 minutes for Muscles to wake up. When he did, he saw everyone going about their business on the weight machines. He couldn't remember if the fight was for real or just a bad dream. But then he realized he was half-naked, and his body felt like it had been through a meat grinder. He saw Joyce in the corner on the treadmill. She turned and smiled at him and struck a muscle pose showing thin feminine arms. Muscles got up, cleaned out his locker and left the gym for good.