Tina's night
By lomax
Tina's muscles enable her to easily beat her would-be assailants

	Tina was a college girl, 19, in her second year.  She was beautiful and sexy, about 
5'6" with long dark hair and dark eyes.  She had been lifting weights for a few years, as 
well as other conditioning sports, and most recently, started taking boxing lessons one on 
one from a former middleweight champion named Rico.  Her goal, eventually, was to 
fight against men.  But so far, she was intimidated by Rico's skills and those of the 
sparring partners he matched her up against.  She always found herself against the ropes, 
trying to defend their rapid jabs and shots to the head.  Since her fighting skills couldn't 
keep up with her opponents, she made up for it by building her muscle and overall 
conditioning by running, jumping rope, lifting weights and doing countless crunches, leg 
lifts and situps to strengthen her stomach, so that she could take any amount of abuse her 
sparring partners could dish out.  Already, Rico had told her he was amazed at her body.  
At 127 pounds, she was lighter than any of the other fighters by an average of 20 pounds, 
but Rico was convinced that anyone her own weight wouldn't be able to fight her, 
because her body was so hard and her arms were so strong.  
Tina was proud of her muscles and loved the effect they had on men – she walked 
around campus wearing tight-fitting pants and sleeveless halter-tops that showed off her 
arms and stomach.  Often, men would invent absurd excuses to touch her arms or her 
stomach, like pretending they had to to brush past her in the hallway.
	At 6:00 a.m., she got up and worked out every day in her room.  She did sets of 
200 situps and leg-lifts, until she had done at least 500, or lost count.  Her stomach 
burned with pain by then, but it was harder than granite.  Next, she did sets of alternating 
arm curls with 50-pound barbells.  She did a set of 20 (10 with each arm), then repeated 
it.  After a short pause, she repeated it 4 more times.  Her arms were feeling like they 
were going to explode, but her biceps were cut like gemstones.   Finally, it was 7:30, and 
she had class at 8:50.  She went out in her shorts and t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and 
ran 20 laps around the outdoor track, 5 miles.  When she was done, she had breakfast and 
went to class.
	At 6:00 p.m., when she was done with class for the day, Tina usually went to the 
gym for a workout.  In the gym, she lifted free weights, drawing open-mouthed stares 
from the men there.  She did alternating one-arm curls with 80-pound barbells in each 
hand, then pressed them overhead.  Men who were as much as a foot taller than her and 
probably weighed a hundred pounds more tried to look macho by outlifting her.  But after 
2 or three repetitions with 80-pound weights, they couldn't lift the barbell any more and 
ended up turning red with humiliation as she continued to do set after set without 
apparently getting tired, and pretending not to notice him. 
	
In the past few lessons, Tina had asked Rico to spar with her instead of the 
partners he hired.  She wanted to prove to him that she was ready, that she was strong 
enough to fight him.  But he had grown supercilious, telling her she still had a long way 
to go, laughing at the idea that she could take him on in the ring.  Instead, he sent in 
Carlos, the biggest of the sparring partners.  Carlos quickly had Tina on the ropes, and 
peppered her head with a series of sharp jabs.  Then, he brought a roundhouse left to 
finish the fight.  She dodged the blow, and countered with a right to his gut, which 
doubled him over and sent him back a few steps.  Tina stepped in and got ready for the 
right uppercut that usually finished her fights, but left herself carelessly exposed.  Carlos 
saw the opening, and blasted her stomach with his right fist.  In the next microsecond, a 
sharp intake of breath was followed by a scream of pain.  Rico suddenly came alert, and 
stared in astonishment.  Carlos was clutching his arm at the elbow, and staring in 
disbelief at the rigid, granite muscles of Tina's stomach.  His entire arm, from the 
shoulder to the wrist, was throbbing with agony.  Feeling sympathy, but also aware that 
Rico was watching this time, Tina stepped in and hit Carlos with the right uppercut.  Her 
fist swept upward in a blur and caught Carlos on the chin.  The force of the blow lifted 
his entire body into the air momentarily, then he dropped in a crumpled heap on the floor, 
unconscious.  "You're next!" Tina looked at Rico, whose eyes left hers and wandered 
toward the floor.  

	Tina was lost in thought as she finished her workout.  Would she be able to beat 
Rico as easily as Carlos?  Almost certainly not…She left the gym, still wearing her 
workout clothes: it was a warm night.  As she walked across the dark parking lot, lost in 
thought, she suddenly became aware of the presence of others.  Without warning, a hand 
came from nowhere and closed around her right upper arm.  Instinctively, she flexed her 
arm, and she heard an audible intake of breath, as the expansion of her bicep and tricep 
muscles forced apart the fingers that were clamped around her arm, and she felt them 
release and fall away.  She turned and saw a young kid, a teenager, tall and skinny, 
wearing jeans and a t-shirt.  In his left hand, he was holding a switchblade knife.  
Following the direction of his eyes over her left shoulder, she realized he was not alone.  
She glanced over her shoulder and saw another youth, wearing a backwards baseball cap 
and holding a heavy-gauge chain, maybe 6 feet long.
	"She got muscles, man, real muscles!" the kid with the knife croaked in an 
unnaturally high-pitched voice.  Tina stepped back, put her hands on her hips and slightly 
flexed her left arm, for the benefit of the other kid.  The muscles in her arm bulged, and 
danced up and down.  Her veins stood out and her arm glistened under the streetlights.   
The second kid said: "Get her, asswipe!"
The kid with the knife switched the blade open and approached Tina.  "C'mon 
bitch, we don't want to hurt you, just give us your purse!"  Tina's purse was slung over 
her shoulder.  As he came in toward her with the knife, she stepped quickly toward him 
and grabbed his wrist with her right hand.  She squeezed tightly, and with a squeal of 
pain, he dropped the knife.  It clanged on the pavement.  She put her hand on his chest 
and straightened her arm, giving him a slight push.  He hurtled back and landed on the 
sidewalk, groaning.  Tina smiled.  "You said you don't want to hurt me?"
	She turned to her left, a second too late as the other kid came at her with a snarl of 
rage, swinging the chain.  The chain ripped across her left shoulder and upper arm.  She 
felt sharp pain as the metal strafed and cut her skin.  She could feel blood welling up 
from the cut, but she let no reaction show.  As the boy tried to hit her with the chain a 
second time, she grabbed it in her left hand and gave a powerful tug.  The boy, holding 
on to the chain with both hands, was yanked off his feet.  His skinny chest thudded into 
her hard arm with a solid thump, he bounced off and fell back, and also landed on the 
pavement.  She threw the chain on the ground a few feet away.
	She turned back to the first kid, who was crawling on hands and knees, trying to 
recover the knife.  She bent down and placed her right hand flat on the ground in between 
him and the knife.  Smiling at him as seductively as she could, she said, "sorry, but if you 
want the knife you're going to have to touch my arm again."  She bent her arm at the 
elbow, and flexed it as hard as she could.  Her bicep and tricep stood out in stark relief in 
the light of the streetlamp.  The muscles in her arm glowed with the sweat still there from 
her hard workout.  She watched as the boy's eyes widened in amazement and fear.  She 
handed him the knife and said, "Make it more of an even contest, eh?"  She knew it was a 
dumb, and possibly dangerous move, but she felt invincible, and she wanted these punks 
to feel it, too, by the end of the night.

	The kid came at her with the knife, a bit quicker than she had anticipated, and the 
blade swept across her side, drawing blood, as she pushed his arm aside with hers.  
Again, she ignored the shock of sudden pain.  She came in close to the kid and brought 
her right fist up in the uppercut that she had knocked Carlos unconscious with.  At the 
last second, though, she pulled back a little, because she wanted the kid to be awake for a 
while longer.  As her fist cracked into his chin, her blow literally lifted him off the 
ground momentarily, and he fell to the ground in a heap, dazed but still conscious.  She 
could feel as she struck him how much lighter her has than Carlos, and began to realize 
that she had yet to realize her full strength.  Meanwhile, she pretended that she could not 
see that the kid with the baseball cap had gotten up, recovered the chain, and was coming 
up behind her with the intention of throwing it around her neck and strangling her.  She 
stood over the kid she had punched, watching him slowly recover his senses.
The other kid, with a lunge, leapt up and threw the chain over her head, and 
started to pull on it with both hands.  Tina slowly turned around and confronted him.  She 
let him pull for a minute, just to prove that her neck muscles were stronger than his feeble 
arms.  Then, she kneeled down, not to escape the chain, but to get leverage.  As the 
surprised punk tried to back away, she put her left hand under his skinny rib cage, then, 
with incredible strength, but not much effort, lifted him high up over her head, as she 
straitened up.  Her arm looked like corded steel cable, her bicep bulging like a jagged 
rock as she turned to face the first kid, who was still on the ground and watching in fear 
and shock.  She flexed her right arm for him and smiled at his anxiety.  "I'm Wonder 
Woman," she told him.  "How much do you weigh?" she asked the kid she was holding 
over her head with only one hand, looking up at him.  "One…one thirty…" he stuttered.  
"Really?" she laughed.  "Did you know I only weigh 127?  And I'm holding you up with 
one hand.  You really should try lifting weights.  Like this."  She laughed again, and 
started lowering and raising his body, doing one-arm presses as if he were practically 
weightless.  She dropped the kid to the ground, and both of them started running away.  
She counted slowly to 10 to give them a head start, smoothed back her hair, then ran after 
them.
	Two and a half blocks later, in the middle of an empty parking lot, she caught up 
to them.  Both were breathing heavily and could barely run any more.  Tina ran past 
them, then turned around and grabbed each of them by the arm as they tried to escape.  
The boys faces were contorted with rage, exhaustion, and most of all, fear.  "You 
couldn't hurt me if you tried!" she said.  "Come on, try.  Both of you, hit me in the 
stomach as hard as you can.  Keep doing it until I beg you to stop." She laughed again.  
"Or until it hurts too much."  The lads struggled feebly.  "I'm going to let you go, but if 
you don't do what I said, I'll really hurt you," she told them.  She released them, and at 
her bidding, both boys started to punch her in the stomach with weak, soft blows.  "As 
hard as you can, you wimps!"  The kid with the baseball cap swung his fist back and 
drove it into her stomach with all his might.  As he did so, she flexed her abdominal 
muscles hard.  A scream of pain erupted from the kid, as he jumped back, rubbing his 
elbow and staring at his hand in pain and disbelief at the stab of pain that shot through his 
wrist all the way to his shoulder.  His arm felt like it was broken.  Tina, feeling 
invincible, was thinking about Rico.  Maybe it was finally time to beat him in the ring.  
She knew she was stronger than him; the only question was, how much stronger?    

	The two kids looked exhausted and beaten. Tina wanted to get home and rest; 
tomorrow was her boxing "lesson."  She flexed her biceps for them one final time, left 
them on the pavement, and walked home.