Blue Man or Bust
By Connor McCloud. khengiskhan@hotmail.com


Cheryl and I were close to the hotel and were both excited about our weekend
together. We were staying at a nice hotel in Boston for the first time in
years and had all kinds of plans for the weekend. The problem was, we had to
many plans and we had to decide what we were going to do, which turned into a
interesting situation. We had tried to discuss it and come to a rational
decision, but we just could not seem to work out a compromise. We never really
fought about it and our resolution was different from any previous ones in the
past. I had jokingly said that maybe we should fist fight over what we should
do, and we both laughed about going somewhere together with al kinds of bumps
and bruises. The conversation turned more serious shortly after that when
Cheryl said that if we couldn't solve this like adults, maybe we should
physically settle our dispute.

Cheryl and I are both 32 and are both in good shape. I'm about 5'11 and weigh
about 185 pounds, with most of that weight being muscle. Cheryl is about 5'1
and weighs around 135 pounds, but her body fat is only around 18 percent.
Cheryl and I have been married for 4 years and we have always been physical
together so I know how strong and tough she is. Cheryl always played sports
and always worked out with weights, and the years of weight work have made her
hard and muscular. We had never really wrestled hard or tested our strength
before, although Cheryl has always said that she was certainly tougher and she
claimed stronger. In the past I have definitely felt her strength and have
been tossed around, but I never said much about it, maybe because I thought
she might be right. Cheryl would always smile when she did something to show
her strength, but she never said anything about it.

We were about 5 minutes from the hotel when our pleasant conversation turned
to our wrestling match which was now just minutes away.

"So Paul, you ready for our match?" Cheryl asked holding my hand and giving it
a little squeeze.

"I'm ready pal. I'm looking forward to going to the Bruins game tonight. It's
a shame you won't get to see Blue Man Group. Maybe we can go some other time."
I replied.

"Remember we have to call Jack by 5 and tell him he's going to the game. Blue
Man Group starts at 7 so after we're through we have to get ready and get over
there" Cheryl replied calmly. We had made contingency plans for the winner and
loser. If I lost, my friend Jack was going to the game, and if I won, Cheryl's
sister was getting the tickets. "Remember Paul, there's no hard feelings when
we're done. When I win, take it like a man and don't start whining and making
excuses. I just hope this doesn't change our relationship, that's my only
fear. I think you are adult enough to lose, but we'll see soon won't we."

"I'm glad you are confident Cheryl. It will make it all the better when you
lose and then this whole topic can go away. I know you're strong, but I don't
know why you think you can beat me in a physical battle. I'm much bigger and
stronger than you, I just hope I don't hurt you" I said smiling at her.

"You are bigger, but stronger? Do you really think that? I've tossed you
around plenty of times, and I wasn't really trying to. You're a strong guy and
you're in good shape, but I'm simply stronger than you are. My legs are so
much stronger than yours, you have chicken legs, and with my new emphasis on
upper body work, my arms are almost as strong as yours. I meant to tell you
something the other day. I was getting my body fat done at the gym and Brian
showed me your chart. My legs are larger than yours by 1 inch, but I have no
fat on mine, unlike you who never works his legs. But here's the kicker. My
arms have grown from 8 inches to 10 inches in the last several months, and you
arms are only 11 inches. So I would estimate that over the next several months
my arms will be bigger and certainly stronger than yours. The only thing you
are is taller than I am and you weigh more, but stronger? Let's find out."
Cheryl stated confidently. I felt a little uneasy about her comments and
glanced over at her arm to check it out. I guess that I hadn't really noticed
how great her arms were becoming over the last few months, but it was obvious
that Cheryl had gained size and definition. To my concern, they did look to be
almost the size of mine, if nothing else, certainly more defined.

We arrived at the hotel at 2 o'clock in the afternoon and after checking in,
went straight to our room. We had a weird silence between us that had never
been there before, and it was obvious we were both thinking about our match.
We put our bags down, checked out the room and view and Cheryl grabbed some
workout clothes and started changing. We had settled on the rules of our match
earlier and it was decided that the match would take place on the bed, and
would be 3 out of 5 matches. We knew that the only way to win was by
submission, although we also said that if one of us is trapped in a hold for
15 minutes, the other person wins. With all the rules set we were ready to go.

Cheryl only had on her underwear and a sports bra. I knew she did this to let
me check out her heavily muscled legs, but the sports bra was a surprise. You
would assume I would know what my wife looks like, but she looked different
than ever before. Her upper body was much more defined and muscular than I
remember seeing it, almost as impressive as her legs. Cheryl's well developed
neck and upper back, now lead to strong, lean arms that were both thick and
defined. To say I was a little nervous would be a huge understatement. My
confidence, which was sky high, had turned to an uneasy feeling that Cheryl
appeared to be physically superior to me. I actually felt bad about taking off
my shirt, because Cheryl looked much more muscular and defined than I did, and
looking at her, she knew it.

"You don't remember me looking like this do you sweety. Here's what I did",
Cheryl said smiling while she stretched out, " For the last few months, after
I knew about this trip, I knew what was going to happen. I know you like a
book, you would never want to go to Blue Man Group. So, I thought of this. You
see, I'm not only doing this to go see the show, I'm doing this because I want
to beat you. I want you to know who is physically dominant in our marriage, I
think it will make things better than ever. It will give you a little humility
and a different respect for your wife. So I really didn't reveal myself to
much, and you simply never noticed the changes taking place. So I'm ready to
beat you, prove me wrong,."

I didn't know how to reply to that, and moved to the bed to start. Mentally, I
had probably already lost. Cheryl had done an excellent psyche job, and she
had total confidence, while I was questioning my masculinity and my place in
my marriage.

Cheryl jumped on the bed and laid down on her stomach. She put her hand and
arm in a arm wrestling position and motioned for me to join her.

"I don't think that I could have beaten you before, but I'm sure I can now.
What do you say? Quick arm wrestling match to get us going?" she asked.

"Sure, I'm up for that." I replied. This is just what I needed, a confidence
boost. In my mind set, beating my wife in arm wrestling would be a big
victory, although I never would have said that before today. We locked right
hands and then locked our left hands underneath. Although Cheryl was short,
she had fairly big hands, and they weren't fragile and dainty, but strong and
vascular. We squeezed hands and moved into a good starting position when I
noticed her muscles almost popping out of her arm. I tried to turn away but
she knew I had seen how great her arm looked and she flexed it tightly. Cheryl
smiled and counted one, two, three and we started. There was no movement
either way for the first few minutes as we both had energy and were pushing
hard. This was more a victory for Cheryl than for me, because I should have
been winning, but I couldn't budge her. I tried to push harder, but I was just
about pushing as hard as I could and I had managed to push her arm back only a
few inches. I began to realize that this would be more of a test of endurance,
because obviously our arms were very even in strength, which again confused
and bothered me. I began to feel more pressure coming from Cheryl, and our
hands were now where they had started, but slowly she gained the advantage
like I had at first. I tried to hold my ground, but Cheryl was only increasing
her pressure as I was getting tired and wearing down. I tried to make a stand
and stop her momentum, but she seemed to be getting stronger as the match
progressed. I was only a couple inches from the ground now, when I knew that I
was about to lose, and it killed me. I glanced at her arm and her bicep was
popping out, flexed and hard. I never thought she would beat me, but she was
about to do just that, and with a final push, the back of my hand hit the bed.
Cheryl didn't let go right away, she held it there to point an exclamation
point on her victory and then let go. ""I really didn't know if I could beat
you honey, that was pretty close. I know you had no idea you could lose, but
get over it, your wife is one strong person. Not woman, but person. You should
wipe out the guys are stronger than girls crap right now, and look at me as a
person. If you take gender out of this and just look at us like two people
competing it will be easier for you. It will make you look at everything in a
new way" she stated.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"Listen, for example, the normal guy looks at a woman, and because of our
society, the guy feels that he is physically stronger and dominant. Because of
this fictional feeling, guys feel like they are always in charge, no matter
what, simply because they thought they were stronger. A guy's mentality is
might makes right. Why do you think guys are always fighting over stupid
things? A guy thinks that if he wins the fight, he is right, no matter how
silly the argument was or what he was saying. I'm telling you that woman ae
physically stronger than you think, and with the right mentality and some hard
weight work, woman would become dominant" she said seriously.

"You really believe that? I think you're taking this to an extreme. You're
stronger than I imagined, but I'm not buying into the whole argument" I said
with little emotion.

"Well, I'll tell one thing honey, I'm about to beat you in wrestling, and
after we are through we'll see if you have any doubts, at least about you and
I. I don't have any domination fetish, I just want you to know who the
stronger person in our marriage is. Can you think of any other way to find
this out? Maybe stronger is the wrong term. Let me ask you this, when you
fight another guy and you win what does that prove?" she asked.

"I proves that you are tougher and a better fighter. It's not just about
strength. You can be stronger than someone else but still lose the fight. The
winner of the fight shows his dominance because he wins the fight. That goes
for boxing or wrestling or any other competition like that. I saw a guy once
beg the other guy to stop beating the shit out of him, that's dominance" I
said not realizing what I was saying.

"My point exactly. You maybe able to bench more than me, but does that make
you tougher or dominant? No, it doesn't. So I guess what I'm saying is after
working out and getting the strength I need, I believe that I'm physically
tougher and dominant to you. So if we got into a fight, I would win. So I'm
ready to do that and prove this to you. Are you ready?" she asked.

"You mean for wrestling? I told you I was" I replied.

"That's fine, but when I win are you going to say that I'm the better wrestler
or that I'm the tougher person? You see honey, I'm ready to fight you and beat
you to prove my dominance over you, but are you ready for that? I say we
forget this wrestling and we go at it right now. One of us wins and the other
loses but there will be no doubt when we are done. What do you say?" Cheryl
stated without cracking a smile. Standing there, Cheryl look as intimidating
as any guy I ever fought. I always knew she was a tough person, admittedly
tougher than me, with a high pain tolerance, but her body completed the
package. She was hard and muscular all over, not thin and toned, but thick and
strong looking.

"You really want to fight me? Are you sure about this because after all the
crap you've been saying I'm ready to shut you up, but I don't want any
bullshit when it's over. I'll do it, but when it's over I don't want any
charges filed against me or anything like that" I said angrily.

"I won't file any charges if you won't. There are no rules here, but don't
worry I won't kick you in the balls, that wouldn't be fair. When you've had
enough, you let me know and I'll stop. I'm dead serious about this so you
better not take it easy on me or you will get hurt. Are you ready?" she asked
standing up and staring at me.

"Yeah, I'm ready. I'll try not to mess you up to bad, but you started this." I
said.

What had started out as a wrestling match had turned into an all out fight. I
didn't know what to think about this, but Cheryl had challenged my manhood and
toughness and I had to respond. We stood and faced each other, both of us
unsure how to start. Then we both lunged forward, almost at the same time and
collided. Any thoughts of an easy fight were quickly wiped away by an upper
cut by Cheryl right into my stomach. The force of her punch stunned me and
knocked the wind out of me and seconds later her right arm flashed and her
fist caught me across the chin knocking me on my ass. I looked up at her in a
daze, and in a flash she was leaping right at me. Cheryl landed on me heavily,
knocking me flat on my back. Frantically, I tried to push her off me, and
succeeded after she landed two more punches, one to my stomach and one to my
upper chest.

I scrambled to my feet, and Cheryl was already in a position to land more
punches, but instead of doing that, she swung her right leg towards me and
knocked me to the ground with a thud. She didn't try to advance, but allowed
me to get back up. I held up my hands in a fist fight position and tried
throwing a few punches. I was actually afraid to get to close to her, so I
tried throwing jabs which she knocked away easily. My longer arms kept her
away and allowed me to regain my focus. I knew I needed to use my size to my
advantage and I tried throwing some harder punches, but they never really
landed. Cheryl moved in quickly and before I could react, we were tangled up
and we fell to the floor.

Cheryl, showing her obvious advantage in quickness, moved on top of me and
trapped my head in a headlock. She used both hands to tighten her hold and was
applying great pressure to my neck. I tried to peel her hands away, but they
were locked in to tightly. I had only one move and that was to throw an upper
cut into her chin, which I did with some good force. She released the hold
immediately, and we both rolled to our knees facing each other.

"I was hoping you would take it seriously honey, I'm proud of you, but I'm
done playing around here" she said leaping at me.

We both fell backwards, and crashed into the side of the bed. We were beside
the bed now and we were all over each other. Cheryl pushed me down and I was
lying on my side when she unleashed a hard punch which found its mark on my
cheek. Cheryl followed it up with two more shots, and although I tried to
cover up, each did some damage. I was not only beginning to feel Cheryl's
overall strength taking over, but it was obvious she was the tougher person.
She was stronger than I was, and obviously a better fighter, and my defenses
were beginning to fail. I was flat on my back now, and Cheryl moved on top of
me. She grabbed my flailing arms and pinned them above my head, while locking
her knees closely to my sides. I struggled to break free, but it was apparent
that I couldn't.

"I'll give you the opportunity to give up right now. We both know what's
happening here. I have been in as many fights as you have, maybe more, and I
know how to fight. You don't Paul. Never mind the fact that I'm obviously much
stronger than you are. So give up, and I'll get off you, it's as easy as that.
If you don't, I'll keep beating you until you do" she said quietly but
forcefully.

I knew that everything she was saying was true, but I couldn't give up. I
waited and then pushed as hard as I could, knocking Cheryl to the side, and
freeing my arms. I tried to throw a few punches, but the angle was bad and
they did nothing. Cheryl pulled her leg back and unleashed it into my stomach,
knocking the wind out of me and putting me in the fetal position. Cheryl moved
on me again and fired a right hand into my face, and causing blood to stream
from my nose. Cheryl then threw several left/right combinations at my head,
and her calculated shots pretty much hit everywhere. Seeing that I was all but
finished, Cheryl reached down and pulled me to my feet, and as I stood before
her she pulled her right arm back and drove her fist into my stomach. I
collapsed on the floor gasping for air and felt Cheryl moving behind me. She
pulled me back on my ass and wrapped her legs around my midsection, while
wrapping her arm tightly around my neck. Her legs began to crush my already
bruised and beaten stomach, and I simply had power to fight off her attack.
She tortured my midsection and stomach with her powerful legs, giving me just
enough space to breathe. When I tried to punch at her legs, she tightened her
choke hold, and without saying anything forced me to stop punching. She kept
me for a long time, torturing me with her legs and chokehold. Eventually the
pain and humiliation was to much and I went almost limp. She continued to hold
me there, almost forcing me to pass out and then relieving the pressure.
Eventually she began talking to me softly in my ear.

"I could have really done a number on your handsome face, but we're going to
Blue Man Group and your black eye should hold off until tomorrow. So here's
what your going to do. I want you to beg me to stop hurting you, and then when
I let you go, stand up and shake my hand. I don't think you will ever forget
this day Paul, it's the day our relationship changed, just a little. We are
equals in this marriage, and I won't use my ability to kick your ass against
you, so don't be afraid of me. I think it's just nice to have in the back of
our heads, now beg" she ordered.

I begged her to let me go for several minutes, and after squeezing a few more
times she released me. I stood up and faced my wife who was waiting there for
me with her hand out. In total humiliation and subservience, I held out my
hand and shook the hand of the victor. We shook hands, Cheryl squeezing my
hand until I looked her in the eye, and then it was over.

Cheryl jumped in the shower, while I cleaned up my bloody face and then
cleaned up the room a little. I called my friend and made arrangements to give
him the Bruins tickets, telling him that we were going to Blue Man Group as he
called me a fag and said I was pussy whipped. Cheryl didn't mention what
happened again that afternoon, we simply got ready and went out to eat. We
went to Blue Man Group and Cheryl had a great time and said that she loved it.
All I could think about all day and night as I held her hand was this woman, I
mean person, beat the shit out of me and could whenever she wanted to.

We had a couple of drinks after the show and went back to the room around
midnight. We got ready for bed and Cheryl snuggled into me saying she had
great time and wanted to fool around. Cheryl laid back on the bed and pulled
her panties down, opening her legs and touching herself slightly.

"You know honey, today really turned me on. I was getting off on beating you
up, I was actually wet when we stopped, I mean you begged me to stop. I hope
we can be more physical from now on, maybe wrestle around a little. I didn't
think I would get excited like this, but I really enjoy the contact and the
sights and sounds of you begging me to stop. For now though, I'm a little
tired, so why don't you lick me real nice, like you used to when we first
started going out. I'll tell you when to stop" she said sweetly, and then
propping herself up on her arms, and showing off her muscles she added, "you
don't have a problem with my request do you?"

I didn’t say anything, I just went to work pleasing her. Several hours later
she let me stop and I knew what she meant by our relationship had changed a
little.