Raw Physical Strength


     "You, lady, are full of what makes the grass grow green," laughed
Ruth, smirking a little bit as she bench pressed the barbell.

     "If that's the case, then why don't you prove it to me, you skinny
little wench?" snapped Julia. "Prove to me that you're the stronger one."

     "How?" asked Ruth, replacing the weight and sitting up. She grabbed
up a towel from her gym bag, and began to mop the gleaming sweat off of
her firm arms, and then continued. "Wanna see who can bench more?"

     "No," said Julia.

     "Arm wrestle?"

     "Getting closer..."

     Ruth realized what Julia wanted to do to her, and began shaking her
head. "Oh no," she said. "I've told you, I don't want to wrestle you. You
know all those moves and stuff."

     Meanwhile, I was watching from the corner of the gym, trying to pretend
that I was paying no attention. I had known Ruth and Julia ever since high
school. I'd briefly dated both of them. They were bitter rivals about 
anything and everything, especially their strength. Both girls were very
athletic, and were always trying to beat each other at sports. However,
most matches ended in ties or stalemates when both of them became too
tired to continue.

     I don't know why they were such enemies, seeing as how they were so
very much alike. Both girls were about 5'4" and of medium build, they both
had strawberry blonde hair, and they both were very attractive. However,
there were some differences.

     Julia had always loved to wrestle, and had been in a coed wrestling
team. She was totally convinced that she could take Ruth in a wrestling
match, and was always trying to convince her rival to wrestle with her.

    Oh, and their outfits differed as well. Ruth was wearing a very tight,
white singlet which left her arms and legs exposed. Julia was wearing a
blue bikini which left little to the imagination.

     "Come on," said Julia, with her most convincing grin. "One match. Pins
don't count, you have to make the other submit. The one who submits has to
admit that she's weaker. That isn't the way I wrestled, so most of my
techniques'll be useless."

     "Well..." muttered Ruth. I could see that she was thinking. She really
wanted an legitimate opportunity to prove her strength, but still held a 
terrible little doubt that she'd lose. "Fine. But we need a witness, someone
who can back up the winner." Her eyes scanned the room for a moment, and
settled on me. "Nick!" she cried out. "Would you come with us for a few
minutes? We need you for something!"

     Inwardly, my mind was flipping cartwheels and yelling whoop-de-whoop.
But I managed to retain my calm demeanor. Well, I think that I did. "Sure,"
I replied, following the two girls as they walked into one of the gym's
private wrestling rooms.

     There was very little stuff in a wrestling room. There was a large
mat on the floor, a bench placed very far back (so that the wrestlers
didn't bump their heads), and a poster which told the holds the gym didn't
allow. Lawsuit-phobia and all that. I took a seat on the bench, and watched
the proceedings with my typical My-Dick-Has-Died-And-Gone-To-Heaven smile
firmly in place.

     Julia and Ruth faced each other on the mat, looking defiantly at each
other. They circled for a few moments, arms akimbo, looking for an 
opportunity to strike or a weak spot to defend. 

     Suddenly, Ruth lunged forward, with a tackle equal to that of a pro
football player. She caught Julia right below the breasts, and the two
of them tumbled to the floor. Then, once Julia was firmly in her grasp,
Ruth pulled their bodies together, in a powerful bear hug.

     Julia began squirming and gasping for air, grasping at Ruth's arms and
trying to pull them away. I could see Ruth's well-toned biceps shaking with
both the exertion of resisting Julia's pull and squeezing Julia's body.
Finally, Julia won out, pulling Ruth's arms off of her and getting away.

     Ruth reached out for Julia, trying to grab her rival again. However,
Julia was the grabber this time, getting a firm grasp on Ruth's wrists. The
two struggled for a moment, both trying to get a good position. Julia won
out, pressing Ruth's wrists to the mat. She then proceeded to put her
body over Ruth's, pinning the trapped girl beneath her.

     "You don't win yet," laughed Ruth. "This is submission wrestling,
remember?"

     "I remember," said Julia, as she wrapped her legs around Ruth's captive
body. She then began to squeeze with a vengeance, while placing the girl's
hands underneath her body, to prevent Ruth's powerful arms from being
brought back into play.

     Ruth's face became red as a beet, and the agony was clearly visible
on her face. But she would not submit. I began to fear that her rib cage
would give in. However, my fears were ungrounded. I saw her long, elegant 
legs arching up off the mat and wrapping themselves around Julia's body.
She then pulled backwards, getting her rival off of her. 

     The two seperated, and took a moment to breathe. Ruth was very winded
from the leg scissors, and Julia was sweating from the exertion. I think
it's fair to say that the two were equally tired. However, Julia must have
had a stronger will to continue, since she got back to wrestling sooner,
grabbing the panting Ruth in a headlock and pulling her back down into the
mat.

     This move was not quite as painful as the leg scissors, but it kept
Ruth on the mat better, taking away any leverage she might have. If Julia
had been able to keep it up, she might have had the match then and there
when Ruth's stamina gave out. However, she began to gasp, and finally yelp
with pain, until she let Ruth go. For a few moments, I couldn't figure out
why.

     Then I saw that one of Ruth's hands was firmly cupped around Julia's
right breast, squeezing and clawing. Julia's hands were frantically 
scrabbling at Ruth's wrist, trying to pull the clawing hand away.

     "Stop it!" she cried, tears of pain building in her eyes.

     "I'll stop when you say I'm better."

     At this point, those tears of pain turned into tears of rage. Julia
snarled back, "Never!", and tackled Ruth down into the mat, tearing her
hand away. Ruth's fingernails had left vivid red marks upon the visible
parts of the breast.

     Julia twisted the arm, causing Ruth to cry out in pain. Then, she
flipped the girl onto her belly, getting on her back with the captive arm.
"Say that I'm better, you slut," she growled. "Or heaven help me, I'll 
break it right off."

     "Get away!" cried Ruth. Julia pulled the arm up, causing Ruth to sob
with pain, but the trapped girl still didn't give up. Julia considered this
for a moment, and then flipped Ruth onto her back. The girl tried to sit
up, but Julia pinned her head down to the ground. How? By placing her
posterior firmly upon Ruth's face.

     She then wrapped her legs around Ruth's face and began to squeeze for 
all she was worth. Ruth frantically tried to push Julia off of her, but
Julia grabbed her wrists and held them down. 

     Julia's thighs were shaking with exertion, the muscles rippling. I
could see Ruth's face getting bright red again beneath Julia's muscular
legs, and I could hear her muffled screams. Finally, she yelled out 
something sounding like, "All right! I give!"

     Julia smiled, gave another quick, hard squeeze that caused Ruth to cry
out, and then got off. Tears were running down Ruth's face, and sweat was
beading on her forehead.

     "Say it, you whore," said Julia sweetly, stroking Ruth's cheeks.

     "You're the stronger," muttered Ruth. "You can kick my ass. I admit
it. I give up."

     "And don't you forget it," laughed Julia, standing up. "Oh, and Jeff.
Tell all your friends which one of us is stronger." With that, she walked
out, leaving Ruth blubbering on the floor and me with an incredible
erection.