The Tough Man Competition
by M.C.
A beautiful woman bodybuilder enters a 'tough man' contest to help support her cause


The audience sat mesmerized as the gorgeous, muscular woman went through her
routine. In a series of athletic maneuvers and poses, designed to accentuate
both her powerful body as well as her physical beauty, the 24 year-old
brunette dazzled the small but enthusiastic crowd who had braved the cold,
wintry New York evening to attend the show. The normally jovial,
corpulent manager of the show stood to the side and watched with mixed
emotions. Although the sight of a beautiful woman bodybuilder performing her
acrobatic routines was - in his eyes - poetry in motion, the business side of
him had to face reality; there simply wasn't enough public interest in strong,
muscular women to justify the time, effort and expense he was expending to
promote women bodybuilders. In less there was a dramatic change of fortune,
this "New York Muscle Club" (NYMC) show would probably be the last.

After the last performer completed her routine, one of the members of
the audience approached the manager."That was another wonderful show Mr.
Bomber ( the manager's nickname, although nobody was really quite sure exactly
why) I just can't wait until the next show."

"In that case I have some rather bad news for you. In less some miracle
occurs, I'm afraid there isn't going to be a *next* show. In all likelihood
you've just witnessed the final performance of the NYMC." Upon hearing this,
the beautiful brunette inquired as to why. "I just can't keep throwing money
into a losing venture Judy," Bomber replied, making no attempt to hide his
disappointment,"I simply can't afford it. If we can't get more than 40 or 50
people to come to our shows from the entire New York metropolitan area, then
there's no point in continuing; I'm not Bill Gates you know."

The muscular woman thought it over for a minute, then said," what we need to
do is find a way to publicize the NYMC. I'll bet there are a lot more people
out there that would attend, if only they knew about it. We've got to find a
way of bringing the NYMC to their attention."

"Easier said than done Judy. I've circulated flyers in local gyms, put
messages up on internet websites and hoped word of mouth from previous shows
would spread the interest. As you can see, the response has been luke warm so
far. I can't afford full page ads in the New York Times you know; or even The
Village Voice. So, if you can think of any other way to bring the NYMC to the
attention of the public, I'm willing to listen."

Judy pondered this for another minute and, as she did so, a smile began to
spread across her beautiful face. "I think I know of a way to make people
aware of your show, Mr. Bomber."

"How?" he asked, hoping against hope that he may somehow be able to
salvage this pet project of his. Although he didn't actually start the NYMC,
Mr. Bomber assumed all the responsibilities - as well as the expense - of
running the show when the originator, his  former partner and fellow
photographer, left the Big Apple for the warmer climate of Florida.

"That's my little secret," Judy replied with a cryptic smile."But if my plan
works, and I think it will, you'll probably have to rent a larger theater for
your next show. We'll be in touch." The powerful woman smiled at the perplexed
manager then playfully pinched him on the cheek before turning towards the
exit. As he watched the muscular woman leave the theater Mr. Bomber could only
hope for the best...but feared the worst.

Three nights later...

Knock, Knock! "Are you 'Killer Sam', the challenger for Tony the Shark's
title in tonight's 'tough man' competition?" the beautiful woman asked the
large, powerfully built man who answered the door.

"Why yes I am you cute little thing you," he answered condescendingly in his
deep baritone voice," and what can I do for you, sweetie pie?"

"I'll explain to you in private. May I come inside?"

There was a smug smile on the man's face. "But of course, honey." Must be one
of the perks of this job, he thought to himself as he closed - and locked -
the door behind her after she entered.

Judy removed her sweatshirt, revealing her surprisingly muscular arms. She was
wearing a tank top with the words 'New York Muscle Club' printed on it. "Mr.
Sam, I regret to inform you that there's been a slight change in the schedule
for this evening, you won't be fighting Tony the Shark tonight...I will."

"Is that so sweetheart? And just how are you going to arrange that?"

The five foot-six inch, 165 pound woman walked up to the arrogant man who
stood almost a foot taller than she did and outweighed her by nearly one
hundred pounds and calmly said,"like this..."

Fifteen minutes later the door to the dressing room opened and Judy walked
out. "Pleasant dreams Sam," she giggled as she closed the door behind her.
Judy then entered the main arena and began making her way down to the large
ring in the center.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," the announcer and Master of Ceremonies shouted out to
the capacity crowd," are you ready for tonight's main attraction? " After the
roar subsided he continued," tonight, right before your very eyes, we have the
world champion 'toughman' contest, featuring the undefeated title holder, the
fearless and mighty Tony the Shark - a huge man climbed into the ring and
raised his powerful arms up above his head to a loud chorus of cheers -
against his challenger, the dreaded 'Killer Sam' !" To the surprise of
everyone there however, instead of a large, powerful man it was a beautiful
woman who now entered the ring. She walked over to the announcer and grabbed
his microphone.

"Sam couldn't make it here tonight," she said and added with a laugh," I'm
afraid he's a bit *tied up* at the moment. So I'll be fighting in his place;
that is if Tony's brave enough to face me."

A deathly silence fell upon the crowd when they heard this. This woman was
going to battle Tony the Shark - the undefeated tough-man champion? How in the
world did this 165 pound woman hope to defeat her six foot-four inch 350 pound
opponent? It was a farce. Tony didn't know what to make of it. "I ain't
fighting no broad," he said.

"What's the matter, tough guy? Afraid I'll kick your ass?" Judy teased. As she
stood before him with a smile on her beautiful face Judy flexed her
muscles, proudly showing off her biceps. "Is the big, tough macho man afraid
of these? Maybe you should go home to your mommy then so the little girl won't
hurt you." She knew she was baiting him but, in a strange sort of way, Judy
was actually getting turned on by what she was doing and she was actually
looking forward to the fight.

Furious at her taunting, Tony the Shark blurted out,"O.K. then you bitch, if
it's a fight you want, it's a fight you're gonna get. Let's get it on!" As the
crowd watched in amazement, the beautiful 165 pound brunette prepared to
square off against the awesome 350 pound man in what could only be described
as the mismatch of the century. Though reluctant, the M.C. felt he now had no
choice but to continue and let the chips fall where they may. The fighters
wanted it, the crowd wanted it; so a fight there would be,( the truth of the
matter is that M.C was actually a closet schmoe and secretly admired strong,
powerful women ). "Very well then," he shouted into his microphone,"let the
battle of the sexes commence and may the best man...err person, win!"  A loud
'CLANG'  was heard and both the large, powerful man and the sexy, muscular
woman emerged from their corners; determined to battle it out.

Thinking to end the fight quickly, Tony threw a wild right hook at his smaller
opponent. Judy easily ducked under it and slammed her right fist into his
unprotected stomach. The force of her punch surprised him and he stepped back.
Before he knew it she landed another blow, this time a left jab
squarely to his nose and followed that up with a solid right cross to his jaw.
When Tony missed with another errant punch, Judy quickly countered again with
a series of lightning fast left jabs to his face and then a right cross which
left the champion momentarily stunned. As this was a Tough Man competition the
fighters didn't wear gloves, they just used their bare fists; and Judy's fists
were as hard as rock. Through her many years of weightlifting and intensive
martial arts training the beautiful 24 year old bodybuilder was also a lethal
fighting machine when she had to be; something that Tony the Shark was now
beginning to find out.

He threw several more blows - hard blows that would have floored many a man -
but his elusive opponent easily avoided them; then landed several of her own.
Amazingly, after only two minutes into the fight, the smaller female had
opened a cut above Tony's eye and there was some blood coming out of his nose.
Judy, on the other hand, hadn't been hit once. "Oh come on tough guy,"she
began to tease,"I expected a much better workout than this from a big, strong
man like you." He charged forward in a rage, throwing punches left and right,
but Judy's superior quickness, compared to her lumbering opponent, kept her
safely out of range. As his attack waned, she countered again with several
more solid punches. The bell to end the first round rang out, leaving the
mighty champion stunned and confused. "Ta ta big boy," Judy giggled," see you
in a minute."

Instead of using the minute to rest, the gorgeous woman bodybuilder flexed her
muscles for the crowd. They responded with loud cheers."If strong, muscular
women interest you then I suggest you check out the New York Muscle Club for
their show schedules," Judy said in a loud voice as she posed inside the
ring."It's a chance to see women bodybuilders up close and personal." She was
still posing when the bell to begin the second round sounded.

Furious at having so easily dominated in the first round, Tony the Shark
stormed out at the start of the second; determined to make short work of
this female upstart. Throwing powerful punches that had flattened over a score
of opponents in his fighting career, he wailed away at the five foot-six inch
beauty. It was thought that no man could stand up to the assault of this
massive 350 pound brawler. No man perhaps...but a woman could.

With catlike quickness the agile female bodybuilder easily dodged Tony's
punches; most of which were wild haymakers, poorly thrown in which she had
plenty of warning. For the first half of the round, Judy seemed content to
just let him flail away. A superb, well conditioned athlete, she knew she
could count on her endurance to outlast him. After about a minute and a
half Tony's attack began to lose it's steam. This was Judy's  signal to launch
a counterattack. In a marvelous display of  her boxing ability, the smaller,
lighter but much faster woman began to land her rock-hard fists at an
astonishing rate; driving the larger man back into the ropes as the crowd
watched in amazement. She must have hit him nearly fifty times before the bell
ending the second round sounded. As Tony staggered back to his corner, his
beautiful opponent blew him a kiss and then resumed her flexing routine.

"Come and support the cause of women's bodybuilding," Judy said as she
displayed her 18 inch biceps for the adoring audience," come out to the New
York Muscle Club." Wary at first, the capacity crowd was now completely won
over by this magnificent woman who seemed to be handling the mighty Tony the
Shark as easily as if he was Tony the gold fish; a fact that wasn't lost on
him. As he sat on his stool and watched through his now swollen eyes, the
woman who was pounding him at will, Tony decided a change of strategy was
necessary. As this was a 'tough man's' competition, and just almost everything
was within the rules, he would make full use of the nearly 200 pound advantage
he had over her. Since she was, he had to admit, a much better boxer than he,
Tony decided he would wrestle her. Surely, he reasoned, a 165 pound woman -
even  one as quick, and muscular as Judy was - could not stand a chance
against a powerful 350 pound man. Tony smiled to himself as the bell to begin
the third round rang. In this round he was certain he'd get hit revenge...and
it would be sweet indeed.

Round three. As this was an unofficial contest the winner would be the last
one standing. For the first two rounds the beautiful woman had battered the
larger, slower man around with her fists. Now, as he approached her with his
arms wide apart, Judy realized he'd change his tactics. What should she do? As
Tony slowly backed her into a corner, an evil smile appeared on his face."This
is it," he though to himself,"I've got you now you bitch."

Suddenly, Judy surged forward and wrapped her muscular arms around his waist
(she  could barely reach around him). The huge man was taken by surprise by
this maneuver but he still felt he had the advantage; after all he did
outweigh her by close to 200 pounds and he was far stronger than she was,
wasn't he? He wrapped his powerful arms around her and the two of them engaged
in a bear hug near the center of the ring while the ecstatic spectators
screamed wildly. As their titanic test of strength continued a strange thing
appeared to be happening. Tony the Shark seemed to be struggling with all his
might while Judy appeared to be...smiling? Could it possibly be? Could the 165
pound woman bodybuilder actually be stronger than the 350 pound tough man?

"Gee, you're so cuddly," Judy giggled," they should call you Tony the teddy
bear; tee, hee, hee." The crowd stared in stunned silence at the scene
unfolding before them. Here was this beautiful muscle woman physically
overpowering the dreaded champion tough man in a test of strength. Tony's face
began to turn red. In desperation, he began to beat on Judy's back with his
fists; but she hardly seemed to feel it. Finally, his huge arms slumped down
at his sides. Tony the Shark was snared; ignominiously beaten by the much
smaller - but more powerful - woman.

But Judy wasn't quite finished with him yet; it was time for the 'tour de
force'. Releasing her hold on the now helpless man, she bent down and placed
her powerful right arm in between the slumping man's legs; she wrapped her
left around his neck. Then, in a tremendous display of her strength, Judy
lifted the 350 pound man up on her shoulders. "Well good people," she said to
the audience,"I hope you enjoyed the show. And now it's time for my 'grand
finale'. The amazing woman then began to twirl around, supporting the massive
man on her shoulders. Faster and faster she spun until they were just a blur
to the people watching. After about 30 seconds Judy stopped and stood at the
center of the ring; still easily holding Tony's weight. Humiliated beyond
belief, Tony the Shark broke down and began to weep. Gently, Judy lowered him
to the floor. She placed him on his back and put her right foot on his chest.
Triumphantly, the victorious woman bodybuilder flexed her muscles again and
the crowd cheered ecstatically...it was a sight few of them would ever forget.
Looking down at her battered, beaten and humiliated opponent, Judy smiled. "I
sure enjoyed this little tussle of ours Mr. Shark. Perhaps we can do it again
sometime."

Then, turning towards the crowd of rapturous spectators, Judy said,"remember,
if you'd like to see more examples of strong, powerful women, please check out
the New York City Muscle Club; we'd love to see you there." With that, the
mighty, gorgeous woman left the arena; leaving the notion of male superiority
in her wake.

Much later that night a custodian who was cleaning up after the evening's
event opened one of the dressing room doors...and his mouth dropped. For
there, lying helplessly before him -  bound and gagged on the floor - was a
large, powerfully built and badly beaten up man. His  hands were tied behind
him with a woman's brassiere and he had a woman's panties stuffed in his
mouth. After releasing him from his bondage, the custodian asked him what
happened, and got no reply. When he asked the man if he'd heard about the
beautiful woman who had totally demolished Tony the Shark that evening, the
man just got dressed and walked out of the room; without saying a
word."Strange," the custodian thought to himself," very strange."

One week later...

Bomber smiled as the standing-room-only crowd filed in to the large theater.
The unexpected surge of interest in the New York Muscle Club forced him to
find a bigger venue for his event but it seemed as if even this one would not
be sufficient. Next time he'd have to find an even larger theater. It was,
however, a problem he could easily live with. In fact, he could now even to
afford to hand out complimentary tickets to out-of-town photographers (some
who came from as far away as Virginia, Florida and even Ventura County in
California to attend the show). 

"Gee Mr. Bomber, things sure seem to have turned around for the NYMC, haven't
they?" The beautiful FBB remarked.

"They certainly have Judy," he grinned. "It's amazing what that little ad in
the Village Voice accomplished."

Judy smiled at him...but said nothing.

"Well, if you'll excuse me, I have to get dressed for my routine."

"No problem Judy. By-the-way, at the last show, you mentioned that you had an
idea as to how we might increase attendance at the NYMC...what was it?"

The beautiful, muscular woman smiled again and playfully pinched his cheek.
"Oh, it wasn't anything serious Mr.Bomber...nothing at all." As she walked
away, Bomber couldn't help but notice the strange look she had on her face.

Author's note:

This was, of course, a work of fiction - *pure* fiction - with one
exception... There is such a thing as the New York Muscle Club. It was created
and is run by members of this website. For those of you who find (and I assume
people who are reading this story do) powerfully built, muscular women to
their liking, the New York Muscle Club - NYMC - offers you an opportunity to
watch and meet women bodybuilders in an intimidate setting. For those of you
living in the greater New York Metropolitan area - and are interested in
attending such an event -   I suggest you check out the New York Muscle
Club message board on this site for information about shows - there's one
scheduled for this Friday, March 19th.

One more thing: there were several "in-jokes" in this story; jokes that only
regular visitors to the chatroom here would understand. They don't detract
from the story however...at least I hope not.