The Asian lass by extralarge@aol.com (ExtraLarge) f/f an odd little story... Update: 20/05/1998 to misc4 I have a tale to tell. It is a fanciful tale dating back more than a decade to my relative youth as an occasionally inebriated college student. The facts of which I am about to parlay are all indeed true, although some embellishment may have dusted across the telling due to the effect of spirits coursing through my veins at the time, namely rum. I must forewarn any weak of heart or strong of social strictures, the tale portrays two attractive young women in some fiery competition. The culmination of which ends in a rather intense bout of fisticuffs. That being said, I shall proceed with my tale. It was a rather dreary and boring weekend night that I was whiling away in the company of a barkeep at a local tavern. The place was unusually quiet this particular evening, for what I reason I did not know. My repartee with the keep was interrupted by the appearance of a thoroughly soused acquaintance of mine inquiring as to my plans for the remainder of the evening. Upon further discussion, it became apparent that he was on his way to a competition of some physical sort, to be had between two of the local coeds. Though his details were indeed sparse, I rapidly determined that watching two attractive young women in any sort of activity would be more stimulating that my current conversations. After ensuring that the barkeep no longer needed my services, I left with my friend. As we approached his house of fraternal order, we had the immense pleasure of being joined in step by an attractive young Asian lass. She was petite and none too tall, topping out at possible 5'4". Her weight could have been little more than 9 stone and judging by her manner of walk, she appeared quite athletic. She said little as we approached the house, seemingly intent on her own serious thought. Upon entering the commotion of the fraternal residence, I sadly lost track of the sprite. My friend ushered me to the "arena" which in actuality was the great room of the house whose centre had been voided of all furniture save for a small but heavy oaken table. The perimetre of the room was ringed with various lounging implements, mainly couches and the sort. My friend apparently held some status in this organization since a space opened for us directly in front of the table. After moments had passed, how many I do not know, beers had been handed all around. Some monies had been collected in way of admission to the event. Strong lights had been directed to the centre of the room, while the outer corners were left in darkness. I settled back in my lounge in comfort when a ringman of sorts appeared. With some flowery language and flare he announced that for our pleasure, the evenings entertainment would be a wrestling competition between two young beauties. They would engage first by arm and then by full grappling. The man ensured us that the event was a serious athletic competition as well, which would involve no oil, yoghurt, Jell-O or other foodstuffs. The announcements thus far had peaked my interest indeed. This was not the sort of activity I would have thought to seek out, but it tickled my fancy none the less. As if this were not enough, the man in the center then proclaimed that fisticuffs would decide the final victor. As I digested that unexpected turn of events, the two combatants were introduced. The first competitor was a fairly solid young girl, blond, with a rather large bosom. She looked beefy enough to cause significant issue for her opponent. She was dressed, not unattractively in a bright yellow unitard. Her face was common, but attractive enough with a hint of toughness. I would guess her height falling around 5'8", with her weight most likely above 10 stone. She gave us all the benefit of showing her biceps, which indeed appeared powerful. I received quite a shock as the second combatant was introduced for she was none other than the sightly young Asian chippy who had accompanied us on our walk across campus. She looked astonishing in a jet-black sports bra, matched with tight fitting shorts. She appeared quite fit, although not overly muscular. Her shoulders were broad and her torso tapered down to a tight and narrow midsection. Her face was quite attractive, much lovelier than that of her opponent. This girl was much more reserved than her heavier foe, for there was neither flexing nor hooting to the crowd from her. With little further ado the contests began. The girls approached the table for the first of three rounds of armwrestling. They leaned onto the table, each gripping an edge, as they grasped right hands. It was at this time, I truly felt the benefits of my seat in the house. I was fortunate enough to be placed directly to the right of the young Asian. I was riveted on their arms as the two jockeyed for grip and position. The larger girl's biceps tensed visible as they approached the start. I felt fairly confident that despite my desires otherwise, the smaller girl had no hope of success. The room erupted in cheers as the official released the girls' fists and called for the match to start. A true shock was had for all at this point, for the Asian was more than she first appeared. Upon beginning the match, her arm erupted with surprising musculature. Her forearm flared to shocking width as she engaged her opponent's strength. Her biceps muscle bulged immensely, tensing itself into an oddly pleasing, slightly corded and defined peak. Her shoulder rippled with power as it drove her arm. The match, though intense was short, the Asian winning. I suspected, by benefit of surprise. Judging by the reaction of the Blond, she had severely underestimated her opponent. She was literally growling as they engaged for the second match, this time with the left arms. The Asian remained unflustered throughout the event. Her left arm was no less impressive than her right, once again transforming instantly from silky smooth to hard and chiseled. Alas, her second attempt was not successful as the Blond crushed her arm harshly down to the table. The girl refused to be rankled as her opponent pranced around the room flexing her arms and wheedling support from the crowd. She simply waited at the table, until her opponent came back for the final round. Now back with right arms, I sat on the edge of the couch, intensely awaiting the final start. Her arm at this point appeared more muscular than at first, blood gorged, no doubt from the previous engagements. Regardless of such it once again erupted with striated muscles when the contest began. The start this time found both girls locked, dead center staring into each other's eyes. The Blond fumed and raged as the Asian calmly gazed back and then slowly worked her opponents arm down to the table. The victor's composure broke slightly at this point. She leapt upright with a smile and briefly treated us all to a view of her flexed biceps. Not that was a sight I have never forgotten. Never before did I recognize that I was attracted to muscular women, nor ever after did I doubt the fact. Her arms were peaked and defined and to all appearances as hard as granite, and yet she was a pure display of feminine sexuality. After a short intermission, dedicated mostly to replenishment of spirits and emptying of bladders, we all returned to the "arena", where the table had now been removed. The women gathered to face each other once more in the grappling portion of the evening. The rules were briefly announced though there were few. No hitting, kicking, scratching, or biting. Best out of three pins were to take the event. Watching the two engage at this point, it became more evident that the two were not evenly matched. The extra bulk of the Blond woman quickly subdued the Asian despite a valiant and hard fought effort. Once again however, the slighter girl held a surprise for us all. On the verge of her third fall, she managed to slip her opponents grasp and slide around behind her. In a flash she had snaked her right arm around the bigger girl's neck. She grasped her own left biceps and placed her left hand into the blond mass of hair, effectively sealing the Blonde's fate. The Blonde, suddenly recognizing her condition struggled wildly, only to be subdued instantly by the tightening of the strong Asian arm around her neck. The normally reserved character of the girl slipped somewhat as she truly seemed to enjoyed throttling the bigger girl. She quite literally dragged the feebly struggling captive around the room for everyone to get a good look. She alternately loosened and tightened her grip, putting her opponent in severe pain. The vast musculature now evident in her arms gave no doubt that she was totally in control at this point. Finally she stopped and bore down immensely. The muscles in her arms bulged and separated as she mercilessly held her captive. The blond girl renewed a struggle out of sheer panic as her face turned blue. The Asian continued to grind down on her clearly in an attempt to choke her unconscious. The ringman apparently decided that things had gone far enough and stepped in to tap the Asian the winner of the third fall. Respectfully, she relented, allowing the bigger woman to fall, gasping and choking to the floor. Suddenly and incredibly the Blond struggled to her feet and took a roundhouse swing at her Asian tormentor. The blow was weak and off course, catching the Asian low on the neck. The ringman immediately interceded himself and moved the howling Blond back. The other's response was easy and calm. She quietly suggested that they move right to the final event. The tension in the room was high at this point. Without so much as a kidney break, the ringman produced two pair of gloves. Shockingly to me, but apparently of no surprise to the girls, they were not what most would consider boxing gloves. Rather they were lightly padded, striking bag gloves, providing little more than abrasion protection. The gloves were quickly laced on and the girls fell into their stances. I was presented with another personal revelation as I recognized how provocative female pugilists could be. Something about the raised fists, flexed arms and taut bellies were extremely arousing. Tempering my arousal however, was my confidence that, given the weight and height difference, my Asian fighter was most likely going to take a beating. The girls had no reservations about getting into this portion of the night. There was no posturing or taunting; they simply struck into each other. Had I not been lubricated by grain products, I most likely would have been somewhat repulsed by the following events. The spare gloves did nothing to prevent the sickening thud of flesh on flesh. In addition, the expressions and vocalizations of both girls left no doubt that they were coping with excruciating pain. Bruise rose rapidly on both women. The Asian had led off with a staggeringly fast blow to the Blonde's forehead. This resulted in a furious rain of blows from the Blond, which pummeled and visible shook the smaller girl. The power of the bigger girl's arms and shoulder's was painfully evident as she continued to throw punch after punch at the Asian. The smaller girl warded off enough of the blows to prevent herself from real damage, but was evidently losing ground. Her own punches were much fewer, faster, and more calculated than her attacker's. As a result they were also much more effective, each that landed stinging the Blond visibly. Once again the most obvious outcome was not to be. The turning point came as the Asian stepped up following a harsh punch to the gut and threw two jabs followed by a vicious and perfectly executed uppercut. The Blond fell back but recovered sporting a severely bloody mouth and apparently crooked nose. Most damaging for her however was that the punches had apparently knocked out her cocky self-confidence. She visible shied from the subsequent advances of the smaller girl. A second volley of jabs, followed by a roundhouse punch to the jaw all but finished the event. The Blond absorbed the hits very well, but dropped her guard in a semi-stupor. The Asian, shedding her bland composure stepped in and grabbed the other girl by the neck. Obviously intent on the Full Monty she drew back her strong, muscular right arm, and held her opponent at arm's length. The ringman, being more sober than the rest of us, reacted quickly and leapt towards the girls. He was however, not quick enough to prevent the two lighting quick blows to the Blond's face. The poor girl dropped like a rock to the floor as the victor raised her bloodied fists in triumph. Thankfully for us all, the Blond was not hurt seriously. Her nose was indeed only swollen and the blood from her mouth stanched itself quickly. Following the fight both girls spoke quietly with each other and parted on friendly enough terms. The Blond, rejuvenated by the rapt attention of loose, testosterone charged men, joined in for the remainder of the nights drinking. The Asian however, after collecting her majority portion of the nights cash intake, stayed only for a polite period. After granting her clients a few requests for flexed arms and abs, she slipped out quietly. Since my attention had been welded to her since the first of the events, I noted her departure and slid out with her. She was surprisingly receptive to my drunken presence and did not issue any order's for me to pound salt. If fact she allowed me the pleasure of walking her home. As time went on, I became quite close to the girl, and thankfully, after a time, she gave up her pugilistic pastimes. At last I knew, she no longer fights. She had done it for money, which apparently has become less of an issue. Sadly I lost contact with my friend, following my departure from the States. I have in subsequent years returned and hope that our paths will once again cross. Thus ends my tale of times now past. I hope I have brought some enjoyment to those who have chose to read it.