Story Anthology 1
by MBP (mbpmw@aol.com)
A collection of 5 short mixed armwrestling stories
Update: 02/11/1997 to mbp

This is a collection of short stories that I sent to the armwrestling mailing 
list at armwrestle@coollist.com.  It is probably not my best work, but I hope 
some readers enjoy it.  


My fantasy

When I was in college, I worked as a busboy at a restaurant.  There was a 
waitress named Adrienne with whom I was completely entranced.  She was about 5'3 
to 5'4 and probably close to 130 pounds.  She was solid, not muscular, and sexy 
as hell.  I had a complete crush.  This is a fantasy account.  Unfortunately, it 
never happened.

Mike was mesmerized.  Adrienne had come out of the kitchen of the restaurant 
carrying a tray with an enormous load of main and side dishes.  The tray was 
balanced on her fingertips, as most good waitresses held their trays.  Regaining 
his composure, Mike took the tray stand from Adrienne and offered to help her 
down with her load, as busboys do for waitresses.  Giving the 19-year-old 
college junior a scornful look of disbelief, Adrienne spun the tray on her 
fingertips and easily set it down.  Mike could only stare.  

Adrienne was a 23-year-old fantasy.  She was Italian, dark, with short brown 
hair and brown eyes.  Her legs were incredible; Mike could only wonder what they 
would look like if Adrienne were not wearing the sensible waitress shoes.  For 
the past year, Mike had bused for Adrienne (and other waiters and waitresses).  
She was great to work for; she never complained, as long as you were trying, and 
bused her own tables.  And Adrienne paid her busboys well.  They were supposed 
to get 15% of each waitress's tips, but Adrienne often paid 20+.  And just 
watching her would have been payment enough for Mike.

The professional waiters, waitresses and busboys worked in the front of the 
restaurant.  Those tables were filled first so the servers could make a living 
wage.  Most of the workers in the back of the restaurant were young.  Many were 
college students, or working a second job.  There were not enough full-time 
busboys for the regulars, so the part-time busboys often worked for them.  Many 
were gruff and often complained and undertipped the busboys.  But a lot of them 
were nice also.

Mike had worked the back that night.  It was late.  The back was closed to 
customers; the screen was shut.  The busboys were milling around, waiting for 
the waitresses to pay them and the restaurant to close.  They needed to put up 
the chairs and mop the floor.

A couple of the busboys and one of the male waiters had started armwrestling.  
Mike and the other busboys joined in.  There were about 8 of them and they set 
up a little tournament.  

It was the final round.  Mike was armwrestling another student named Chris for 
the championship.  Mike was only 5'5" but about 160 pounds.  He was intelligent 
and reasonably well-muscled.  He had a 27-inch waist which gave him a tapered 
look.  Although the shortest of the armwrestlers, Mike was not the lightest.  He 
and Chris were locked in a good match and the waitresses were watching.  After a 
long struggle, Mike put his opponent's arm down.

Adrienne was watching the festivities.  She walked up to the table and asked 
"Can I armwrestle you, Mike" flirtingly batting her sexy eyelashes at him.  Mike 
didn't know what to do.  He was completely torn.  On the one hand, Mike had 
always fantasized about armwrestling, and especially wrestling, the gorgeous 
women.  But armwrestling Adrienne in public.  What if he lost?  He paused to 
take stock.

Adrienne was about 30 pounds lighter than him.  And she was a woman.  From the 
way she handled the physical part of the waitress work, Mike knew (and hoped) 
that Adrienne was extremely strong.  Especially for such a stunning lady.  But 
he figured he could handle her.  And he really, really wanted to armwrestle her.  
So he agreed.

Adrienne gave Mike several minutes to recover from the tournament.  Mike was 
young and in great shape; his arm felt good and he was ready.  Adrienne kicked 
off her shoes and Mike nearly passed out.  Her feet were sexy and encased in 
stockings.  He would have to concentrate to armwrestle properly.  Mike steeled 
himself to ignore the sexy lady's charms.  And they sat down to armwrestle.  And 
everyone gathered around to watch.

As they clasped hands, Adrienne flashed a dazzling smile at Mike.  She wasn't 
blind.  He was completely enraptured with the older woman.  But the college 
student was concentrating on his armwrestling.  It would be too humiliating to 
lose to a woman in front of everyone.  It never crossed his mind that he had 
just beaten 7 other guys and if he lost to Adrienne, she could probably beat 
them also.

Adrienne's hands were large and strong.  And well-manicured.  As they set up the 
grip, Mike looked over at her arms and saw Adrienne's womanly but solid biceps.  
This would not be easy.

Someone yelled "Go" and the match began.  Mike pulled at the incredible women's 
arm.  He was able to budge it a little, but Adrienne held firm.  It certainly 
would not be easy.  The audience leaned forward in eager anticipation.  This 
would be interesting.

It was a minute into the match and already longer than any of Mike's other 
contests.  Mike had a slim advantage.  He could not believe it.  He was 
armwrestling a goddess and she was matching him, strength for strength. And then 
it happened.

Adrienne put on a burst of power and moved Mike's arm to her side of the table.  
Mike looked up at the woman in awe.  Adrienne smiled and applied more pressure.  
Mike's muscular arm slowly moved towards the table.

The audience had grown.  Some of the kitchen help had been advised of the match 
and had come out to watch.  The match was more than 2 minutes old.  And Mike was 
near defeat.  Unable to accept the outcome, Mike pulled back at the female arm 
with everything he had.  He succeeded in moving Adrienne back almost to even.  
But the effort had taken a lot out of Mike and the waitress powerfully moved him 
back down.  Her stamina, built by years of handling heavy trays, was better.  
The end was inevitable.

Mike looked up at his sexy conqueress.  She was perspiring and straining; it 
wasn't easy for her.  His eyes moved down to her legs, which were indescribable.  
He was losing to his fantasy.  It was incredibly great, and incredibly 
humiliating.

Adrienne pressed his arm to the table and held it there, looking levelly into 
Mike's eye.  Continuing to hold his hand, Adrienne moved over to Mike's side of 
the table and kissed him passionately.  Then she picked up her shoes and walked 
off.  Mike followed her with his eyes.  He didn't even hear the buzzing at the 
table by the workers.    


Battle in the park

Donald was walking through the park.  The 17-year-old had just finished playing 
basketball and was heading home.  He got sidetracked by some hooting and 
hollering and went to investigate. 

There was a group of mostly younger kids yelling, screaming and rooting.  When 
Donald arrived, he saw an unusual sight.  Two children were armwrestling.  The 
one farther from Donald was a pretty, slim blonde girl who couldn't be more than 
11 years old.  Her opponent was a boy who was about 13.  Even with the 
combatants sitting, Donald could tell that the male armwrestler was a good deal 
larger than his cute little foe.  And yet the little girl was winning!  The boy 
would gain an advantage which he would hold for a couple of seconds.  Then the 
girl would easily pull his arm to her side.  After watching her play this game 
for perhaps half a minute, Donald realized that the preteen was toying with the 
older boy!  Noticing Donald standing there, the strong little girl quickly 
banged her opponent's arm to the table.  He got up and ran away to the hooting 
and razzing of the other children.

"Okay, who's next?  What about you?" asked the little girl, pointing to Donald.  
Surprised, Donald was going to decline laughingly.  Instead, he decided to have 
some fun and sat down opposite the petite powerhouse.  Since their arms wouldn't 
be level, someone went to find a book to even them.  In the interim, they 
exchanged names; the girl's was Cindy.  A book was produced and the two were 
ready to start.  

Donald decided to show Cindy how the boy felt while having a little fun also.  
They clasped hands and someone yelled go.  Donald pushed Cindy's arm about 
halfway down and stopped.  The 5th-grader quickly moved Donald's arm to her 
advantage.  This is what Donald wanted; to make the little girl feel as if she 
was winning.  There was one problem:  Donald had not let her move his arm yet 
but Cindy had moved it anyway!  The shocked high school junior redoubled his 
efforts and pushed Cindy's arm back to the other side of the table.  Donald was 
about to let Cindy push it back when the pretty little girl pulled the much, 
much bigger boy's arm close to the table, nearly winning!  Donald strained to 
not lose to the 11-year-old.  He managed to level their arms back to the 
starting position.

It just began to dawn on Donald.  It was unthinkable.  Cindy was toying and 
playing with him!  The revelation was devastating.  He looked over at his female 
opponent.  Cindy favored him with a sly smile, then looked up and saw somebody.  
Swiftly, the preteen pinned Donald's arm to the table.  He was defeated and 
humiliated.

Donald slowly got up from the table to the teasing and catcalling of the 
children watching and sneaked away.  As he left, Donald heard Cindy say "Okay, 
who's next?  What about you?" to the 20-year-old man who had just watched 
Donald's defeat.         


Bodybuilder versus 8-year-old
           
The following is an embellishment of an amusing post made on Diana The 
Valkyrie's armwrestling message board.  The posting, number 372, made on 
08/16/97, by Bookmark, described a guy talking with his big bodybuilder friend.  
The commotion awakened the former's 8-year-old daughter, who proceeded to beat 
the bodybuilder in an armwrestling match.  I decided to expand it into a short 
story. 

Steve welcomed Samson into Steve's two-bedroom apartment overlooking the gym 
where the two men worked out.  It was 9:30 PM on a weekday night.  Steve's 8-
year-old daughter Stacy was sleeping in one of the bedrooms.  After the divorce, 
Stacy came to be with her dad for a couple of nights every other week.  
Naturally, on those nights, Steve missed his workout.  Samson had stopped by to 
tell his friend some gossip.  

After a couple of beers apiece, the conversation got very raucous.  In the 
middle of one such dialog, Stacy walked into the room in a nightshirt, rubbing 
sleepy eyes.  "Daddy, you guys are too loud.  You woke me up."

"Sorry honey.  I'd like you to meet my friend Samson."

"Hiya kid, put her there" bellowed Samson, sticking out his hand for Stacy to 
shake.  The 8-year-old just ignored it.

"You're the one who is really loud.  You woke me up.  I want you to leave."  
Samson didn't know what to say.  He looked at Steve for help.  Samson got none.

"Mister, I want you to go.  I'll armwrestle you.  If I win, you leave."

Samson let out a hearty laugh.  The kid had spunk.  He decided to have some fun. 
"Okay, Stacy, let's armwrestle."

Stacy met Samson at the dining room table.  The little girl was big for her age, 
but they needed to prop up her arm to make it level with the muscular arm of the 
6 foot, 250-pound bodybuilder.  Then they started armwrestling.

Stacy quickly took the advantage.  Steve thought his friend was just fooling 
around, but Samson knew better.  He started to use his considerable muscle to 
overpower the young girl, but his arm was being slowly and steadily forced down 
to the table.  Watching this amazing spectacle, Steve was speechless.  He looked 
for signs that Samson was playing with Stacy but found none.  Samson's 18-inch 
biceps were full and straining; his face was beet red from the effort.  Stacy 
displayed a nice biceps for a little girl, but there was no way she had any 
chance against the huge bodybuilder.  But Stacy was winning.

Samson's arm was close to the table.  It was impossible!  He couldn't lose to a 
preteen girl who was a quarter his size.  But Stacy pushed Samson's arm down 
inexorably.  He could not stop her.  Steve was absolutely transfixed.  The site 
of his powerful friend being overpowered by his daughter was overwhelming.  And 
it also filled him with pride.

The inevitable happened.  Stacy slammed Samson's hand to the dining room table.  
The world stopped for a second.  Then Stacy said "I won.  I beat you.  Now get 
out of here."  Stacy got up and nonchalantly walked to the bedroom.  "Goodnight, 
daddy, I'm going back to bed."  Steve could just look after her.

Samson got up, bright red and completely humiliated.  He left without a word.  


The Slumber Party 

The six girls were enjoying their slumber party at Faye's house.  The high 
school sophomores had talked about boys, done their makeup, discussed boys, 
played some games, giggled about boys, ate, and spoke about their fantasies with 
boys.  They were wondering what to do next.  Lori came up with the idea of 
armwrestling and the girls agreed to try it.

A series of armwrestling matches had ended and the final pair was getting set 
for the championship.  Lori was matched with Loni, who was the new girl in the 
group.  With all the commotion, Faye's brother Steven had glanced into the room 
to see what was going on.  He saw the girls dressed similarly in the new style 
of pajamas, with shorts and a top that could almost pass for an outfit.  As 
Steven was admiring the pretty girls, Loni, as she had done in all of her other 
matches, quickly pinned Lori's arm to the table.

"What are you girls doing" Steven asked.  The girls whirled around to stare at 
the intruder.

His kid sister said "We're armwrestling.  Now get the hell out of here.  This is 
a private party."

Steven was amused.  "Girls armwrestling.  Now that's pretty funny.  Who's the 
champ?"

Lori pointed to a cute, petite girl that Steven didn't know. "Loni.  She's 
pretty strong.  Maybe you want to take her on yourself?"

"Sure.  I could use a good laugh.  How about it Loni?  You want to give it a 
shot."

"Why not?  Let's do it."

Steve mused "This should be quick.  How old are you, Loni?"     

"I'm 15."

"Well I'm 20 and a college junior.  And I'm much, much bigger than you.  And I'm 
a guy.  Do you still want to armwrestle?"  Loni nodded and they clasped hands 
and started.

To Steven's surprise, he didn't immediately bang the small girl's arm to the 
table, but only succeeded in gaining a small advantage.  He pulled hard at Loni 
but was unable to improve his position.  She was strong!

The girls watching the match figured that it would be over in a second.  Once 
they saw that Loni was competitive, they started rooting hard for their friend.  
Loni responded by moving Steven's arm back to the starting position and then 
gaining a little advantage!  And as the cheers expanded, Loni pulled Steven's 
muscular arm a little farther down.

Steven was shocked.  The high-schooler sitting across from him was pretty and 
one of the smallest girls there.  He looked at her arms.  Loni had distinctive 
biceps, and she looked fairly strong for a teenage girl.  But there was no way 
that Steven could have been prepared for what was happening.

Steeling himself, Steven pulled Loni's arm back to his side of the table and 
slowly brought her down.  His well-muscled arm enveloped her smaller one and he 
was in charge.  But Loni prevented him from finishing the match.

Putting all of her young strength into play, Loni slowly but surely moved 
Steven's arm.  Inch-by-inch she pulled Steven back to even and then gradually 
took him to a losing position.  The 15-year-old girl was simply overpowering the 
20-year old man!     

As shocked as Steven was, Faye was even more surprised.  Her eyes were bugging 
out as she watch one of her little girlfriends overpower her big, strong, 
athletic brother.  Faye had always grown up in Steven's shadow.  And now a girl 
was beating him!  Faye was both elated and disconsolate at the same time.

Loni had almost won.  Steven could not move her arm back.  Underscoring her 
dominance, Loni used her free had to play with her hair.  And then she swung her 
lovely, barefoot legs and feet out to give Steven a better idea of  to whom he 
was losing.

Finally pinning Steven's arm, Loni held it there for 30 seconds and stared into 
his downtrodden eyes.  Embarrassed and humiliated, Steven got up and left the 
room without a word to the cheers and taunts of the girls.  Faye watch all of 
this with mixed feelings.  


Sly versus Salma

On location in Los Angeles at the site of a new action-adventure movie, the
director was giving his male star, Sylvester Stallone, a rundown of his
upcoming fight scene with 4 bruisers.  Sly was to meet with the men and the
choreographer to practice the battle and then to shoot the scene.

Watching intently was Sly's co-star, the gorgeous, sexy Salma Hayek.  The
petite Mexican actress relaxed on a lounge chair.  She was not scheduled to
be in the scene.  But Salma had an idea.  She got up and joined the director
and Sly.

"Why don't we shoot this scene with me taking out these 4 guys?" Salma
interjected.  "It would be a little different."

The director just smiled.  Sly turned around to his 5'2" co-star.  "C'mon
Salma.  This is supposed to be realistic.  Who is going to believe a scene
with you taking out a bunch of guys?"

Salma replied huffily.  "It's just movie-making.  Besides, Sly, you're 50
years old.  Who really thinks that you would be able to beat up 4 big men at
the same time?"

Stallone flexed his impressive biceps.  "Look at these gunboats.  I'm in
great shape.  I know I can make it look good."

Salma snorted. "So what.  You have some pretty muscles.  It doesn't mean
you're strong.  I can probably take you."       

Sly laughed heartily.  "That's funny, Salma.  I'll tell you what.  Do you
want to armwrestle for who does the scene?"

"Si.  Is that okay with you, Senor director?"  The director nodded.

Salma and Sly moved to a prop table.  They sat across from one another and
put up their arms. Sly said condescendingly "I'll take it easy on you, little
lady."

Salma replied "Don't take it too easy.  I don't want you to have any excuses
when you lose."  Sly just shook his head.  He couldn't lose.  This would be
fun.  He looked over at the incredibly sexy actress.  Yeah, it would be fun.

They asked the director to get the match started.  When he did, Salma pulled
Sly's arm and got a quick advantage.  But Sly was just fooling.  He started
applying some of his strength and moved Salma's slim arm over to his side of
the table.  Sly wasn't using all of his strength.  Still, it hadn't been
easy.  Sly was impressed with the small women's strength.

"Hey, you're stronger than you look."

To which Salma replied "you ain't seen nothing yet" and quickly dragged Sly's
muscular right arm back to her side.  Sly's was about halfway down.  He
looked up at his surprising foe.  Salma was smiling at him.  And the people
on the set were watching.  They were shocked.

Embarrassed, Sly turned on his full power.  He succeeded in bringing their
arms to level, where they remained for awhile.  Sly could not gain even a
slim advantage.  He looked over at Salma, eyes bugging out.  The incredible,
sexy woman, barely 100 pounds, looked comfortable and relaxed.  Sly searched
for some clue as to her strength.  Salma was all curves, great legs, with no
muscle.  Sly could not believe that she was as strong as he was.  And then
Salma put on MORE power and began pulling Sly's arm to the table.       

Befuddled, Stallone remembered some of the moves he had learned making the
armwrestling movie when he played a trucker.  He tightened his wrist, turned
to the right, and attempted to shoulder roll Salma's arm.  He didn't succeed.
 The Mexican soap actress continued her progress and finally pinned "Rocky's"
massive arm to the table.

Sly slumped on the table, disbelieving.  The audience was too stunned to
speak.  Salma got up and patted her co-star on the shoulder.  And then she
went to the director and took him over to the cameras to do her scene.