One More Time
by Paul Schilling  halfahubinc@aol.com 
Oh Sosanna, won't you wrestle me AGAIN!     


Sosanna grew up in the borough of Brooklyn, very Irish, very street wise, and
very street tough. She learned from a very early age to curb her temper,
thanks to her mother and the Nuns at school, and that's why she is a very
gentle person by nature. But when necessary, her strength is used for self
protection and to protect her friends as well.

It was around the age of twelve when she discovered how strong she really was,
because her body was larger and more muscular than most of the kids she hung
around with, both boys and girls. But it wasn't until the day fifteen-year-old
Tommie Guglielmo, the local bully, came around with his attitude, his
pubescence, and strength that Sosanna found out how strong she really was.

It was one of those hot and steamy New York kind of days. Tommy was on the
playground showing off his muscles by picking on one of the smallest boys
there: Sosanna's little brother, ten-year-old Alec. "C'mon, girls, let me show
you what some real muscles can do," he said as he grabbed Alec by his hair,
spun him around into a headlock, and began to apply pressure. He applied just
enough to make little Alec feel weak and fall to the pavement, then he jumped
on top of him.

As Alec lay there, all he could do was spew Gaelic perversities at his
fifteen-year-old tormentor, who just sat on top of him commenting back in
Italian while flexing his big muscular arms for several of the preteen girls
who fed his ego by just Ooohing and Aaahing. But while this was going on,
someone ran off to get Sosanna, who was playing Four-Square with some friends.
When she heard about this, she excused herself and ran off. "TOMMIE GUGLI...
GUGLIE..." 'Why the hell couldn't he have a pronounceable name like Smith?'
Sosanna thought to herself as she yelled across the playground. "...GET OFF
HIM!!!" He didn't move. Gulping for air, Sosanna yelled again. "I mean it,
Tommie, get off my little brother!"

"Girls... please..." he said to his fans, as he brought his pumped arms down
and put his hands on his thighs. Then he said in his most articulate Flatbush
dialect, "Well, Sosa, whatcha goin' to do abou' it?"

Sosanna was in a predicament. She had been little scrapes before (mostly
yelling matches), but never in an actual fight, especially with a boy. What to
do? And now, kids were beginning to gather around.

"Well, Sosa... whatcha gonna do?" Tommie smirked and began to slowly flex his
arms again.

"Well, Tommie," she said, crouching down, slowly flexing some serious leg
muscle.

"Sis!" Alec said in a dry-throated voice.

"Not now, Alec," Sosanna scolded.

"Sis!" Alec said with a painfully slightly higher pitch.

"WHAT, ALEC!!!" She yelled back.

"Get him off!" he screamed in agony.

Sosanna bent over and kissed her brother's sweaty forehead and said, "I'm
working on it... trust me." Sosanna looked Tommie over and became very
surprised when she saw the bulge in Tommie's crotch. 'YUCHHH! Tommie's been
watchin' me, now I gotta get him off Alec,' she thought. She stood up and put
on a show for Tommie. "Well, Tommie, whatcha think?" With that, she began to
flex her large twelve-year-old arms, causing two large biceps to appear.
"Well, Tomaso?" Both boys looked at the glistening mounds of muscles and
simultaneously gasped a 'WOW!"

"Ouch!" There was a slight tap to Alec's head. "Some help you are!"

"Quiet, pipsqueak, these muscles are for Tommie..." Sosanna begun.

"...Yeah, so shuddup," Tommie said rudely.

"Ya know, Tommie," Sosanna said, teasing Tommie, tracing his broad shoulders
with her fingers and slowly bringing her muscular forearm under his neck, "I
like a man who can take charge, but can you do a couple things for me?" as she
leaned across his shoulder

Tommie was in heaven. "Oh yeah, just name it.

"First of all," her voice began to get sterner, "get off my little brother."
Sosanna put him in a combination head and arm lock. With balance and power,
she slowly lifted Tommie, who gurgled an "Ahhh!" as the Amazon musclelifted
him off her little brother, and threw him into a dirt pile. She helped Alec up
and told him to get Tommie's older sister Elisa to come and get him..."'Cause
he's gonna be hobblin' home." She then turned her attention towards her
opponent who was just now trying to stand up, but to no avail.

"Dis ain't fair, girls ain't supposed to have muscles," he said as she lunged
herself forward, wrestling and rolling in the dirt. Tommie managed to get his
hands free and began to feel the bulges growing and hardening in her arms.

"OH YEAH!!!" she hissed. "Well, this one does, and I know how to use them."
She used Tommie's loss of attention to do a forward backflip and land him face
forward in the dirt. "How do like that, Tommie? Tommie's getting beat up by a
girl!" and she picked him up. "Now, you're gonna leave Alec and all the little
kids alone, ain'tcha?" she said sweetly. "Oh and by the way..." she added,
driving one of her hands right into his crotch and beginning to unmercifully
squeeze and knead his balls. "...Never EVER call me 'Sosa' again. He's a
rookie with Chicago! Do make myself clear about that!" She squeezed hard for
one more final time and dropped him to the ground.

Just then, like the cavalry, Alec and Tommie's sister Elisa showed up. Elisa,
a fairly large girl herself, picked Tommie up by the ear. "Tomaso," she
screamed.

Before she could utter any more words, Tom pulled away and said, "Lay off,
Sis, I was just havin' some fun... fun, YOU know," he said with a nervous
grin.

"FUN?!?" Elisa asked.

"Yeah," Tommie snapped back, "showin' the girls my arms and, well, you know...
Fun."

"Okay, Mister Muscles," she retorted. "If pickin' on smaller, weaker kids like
Alec is your idea of fun, I'll start workin' more at goin' to church than
workin' out at the gym." With that, Elisa grabbed Tommie by the nape of the
neck and led him home, yelling at the top of her lungs in Italian at him.
Sosanna, dirty and sweaty from the fight, realized that the fight was over
just as fast as it began and how strong she really was. It felt good to her to
win a physical fight. It felt so good that she slowly began to flex her arms
in victory. Her blood-gorged arms for the first time showed some shape and
definition, making the boys look. She let her arms down and hugged her little
brother. "Let's go home," she said. Alec and she walked arm over shoulder
home.

That was about ten or so years ago.

Sosanna left home at the age of seventeen to attend a girls' college in the
near north suburbs of Chicago, where she majored in sports medicine and
graduated cum laude in her class. The day she found out that she was stronger
than a normal girl her age, she started strength training. Now, in her mid
twenties, she's a personal physical trainer with a 165 lb. muscle packed body
that refuses to quit and is more than a match for anyone who would cross her.
It was while she was on vacation, leaving the motel sports center at closing,
that she heard a familiar voice. "Well, if it ain't that musclebound
red-haired rookie who reminded me I had been beat up by a girl. How's it
hangin', Red?"

Sosanna sensed hostility and tension in her mystery man's tone and quickly
spun around and faced... "Tommie? Is it really you?"

"Yep, but it's Tom now," Tommie replied. Sosanna was taken by the
thirty-something with muscles as big or bigger than hers.

"I heard you moved after our little spat... I mean, you look really great."

"Yeah," he said in his guttural accent, "Pop got a job in the upper state, and
the rest is history. So... what brings you here?"

"Vacation," she replied.

"Hey, same here," Tom said, "but I brought a little bit of 'baggage' wit' me.

"I'd like to meet her," Sosanna said politely and they began to walk and he
gave her a strange smile.

"You know, you caught me off guard that day on the playground."

"Oh, come on, Tommie! That was ten years or so back. Besides, I was just using
my feminine wiles at the time," Sosanna smiled.

"Yeah, you're right," Tommie smirked. "It could never happen again, in a
million years."

"And don't forget, I was just a bit stronger and a lot angrier than you were,"
she reminded him.

"But you're not any stronger now, are you, Red?" Tommie said with a more
serious tone.

"You know somethin', Flatbush? You ain't changed a bi--" Sosanna was
interrupted by Tom, who motioned a fairly well endowed and built ash blonde
over to them.

"Ummm, Sosanna," Tom started. "This is my fianc‚, Sheila."

"So," Sosanna said, politely smiling. "This is the piece of 'baggage,' you
were referring to, eh, Tomaso?"

Sheila, who had the chiseled hard body of a fitness model, raised an eyebrow.
"Tomaso... baggage?"

"That's not what I meant, She--" Tommie stammered.

"Oh, never mind," Sheila interrupted. "Who's Musclina over here?" Sheila said,
eyeing Sosanna like a rattlesnake poised to strike.

"Sosanna," Sosanna said politely. "Nice to meet you," she said, putting her
hand out.

"Same here," Sheila said, trying to put a grip on Sosanna's hand.

"Hey, look, you two," Sosanna said, wiping her brow.

"Why don't we meet later in the lounge for a couple of drinks and we can talk
some more."

"Fine," Tom spoke up. "C'mon, Sheila."

Up in their room after a bit, Tom steps out of the shower and was toweling off
his fine sculptured body when Sheila spoke up. "So that was her, huh? She
seems like the kind of woman you'd hang with."

"Yeah, I guess," Tom answered, sitting on the edge of the bed playing with the
TV remote. "Tough, too."

"OH, COME ON, TOM!" Sheila grabbed the remote and through it on the night
stand. "She don't look that big!" She stood in front of the TV and then sat
down on Tom's lap, massaging his growing member. "Let me remind you, lover
boy, that my muscles are probably as large as hers... See?"

With that, Sheila rolled her tights down just above her pubic hair line and,
taking her tight fitting blouse up just under her boobs, flexed her abs. "See,
Tom, a cobblestone six-pack, and arms that a sailor could only love." Sheila
began to slowly raise her arms and flex. As she did, two fairly good size
humps began to appear; the more she strained, holding them there, the larger
they appeared to be until her the seams of her sleeves gave way. "Oh my,"
Sheila said, totally startled by what she just saw happen.

Tom sat up, laughing, and grabbed and pulled his woman on top of him, making
her straddle him. "That's okay, babe, I like your swelling muscles just fine."
She bent over and kissed Tom. "C'mon, babe, we've still got two hours for you
to admire my muscle growth and for me to take you to the gym for a 'workout.'"
Sheila sat up and ripped her blouse open and threw it off to the side. She
began crab flexing her upper body as she reached over and kissed Tom.

Later on, down at the bar, Tom and Sosanna began reminiscing about home,
school, and jobs, leaving Sheila completely bored until the conversation
turned to wrestling. "...Oh, c'mon, Tom, that was almost fifteen years ago;
hang it up!"

"Oh, no, Flatbush, it ain't," Tom scolded. "I'm in damn good shape, Sosa,
and..."

"...Getting smashed as well," Sosanna observed. "Sheila, he never could handle
his whiskey or his altar wine."

"Don't change the subject, Flatbush!" Sheila sounded off. "I work out just as
much or more than you do, Miss Physical Therapist."

"Look, I could beat Tommie again, and you, too, and not even break a sweat,"
Sosanna calmly said. She didn't bother telling them that during college she
would wrestle men from the navy base and nearby towns to keep herself in
spending money.

"Prove it," Sheila said, rolling up her sleeve mid-biceps and slamming her
elbow on the table. Even relaxed, her upper arm looked somewhat chiseled.

"I'm not making a scene here," Sosanna answered back. "Let's go to the gym in
the morning before anyone shows up, and we'll have a handicap match."

"Wha... a handica... sister, you're on!" Sheila said angrily.

"Good. About sevenish," Sosanna said, smiling as she stood up to leave.

"Oh, and Tomaso?" Tom looked at Sosanna as she gets ready to leave.

"Don't forget your handicap," she said, laughingly pointing at Sheila.

6:15 the next morning, Sosanna arrived at the gym and, with the help of a
bribe to the night watchman, was let in. Tom and Sheila showed up about a half
hour later. Sosanna had just finished warming up when they strolled in. "Well,
it's about time!"

"And just what does THAT mean, Miss Physical Freak... Look at the way you're
dressed..."

'Oh boy, I better do something fast,' thought Tom, and with that, he stepped
into the middle of the two hellcats... "Ladies," he said nervously, "PLEASE!
We have a time constraint. Besides, this is between Sosanna and myself."

"Do you need to limber up Tomaso?" Sosanna asked.

But before Tom could answer..."NO!" It was Sheila. "My Tomaso is ALWAYS
limber." With that, Sheila ripped Tom's t-shirt in two, showing his almost 225
lbs. of muscle.

"Hey, not bad, Tommie," Sosanna said. "I probably could have fallen for you
too, if you weren't such a JERK with my little brother." Pushing Tom aside,
Sosanna walked over to Sheila. "I ain't got no qualms with you, but keep the
mouth motion up and I'll hang those cheerleader muscles of yours from the top
of the Empire State Building, CAPISCE?" and shoved her out of the way.

She quickly knelt down and stretched her legs out behind her in prone
position, planting her left arm on the floor and flexing her large and ominous
biceps, assuming an arm wrestling position. Tom did the same thing. "Go ahead,
Tommie," Sosanna said with a smile. "Anytime you're ready."

A quick "1, 2, 3... Go!" slurred out of Sheila.

Tom began to push down on Sosanna's arm. "You see, Sosa, all my workouts have
made me the strongest of us two," he said with a large sarcastic grin. "I'm
not even straining. Just... a... few... more... inches."

That's when Sosanna looked into Tomaso's eyes and said, "Don't even go there,
bud!" She tightened her grip and began to force her arm back up, her biceps
pushing, growing larger with each movement. "What do ya think, Tommie?" Tom
looked at Sosanna's peaking muscle as a network of veins began to push the
tightening skin.

For a moment, Tom was caught off guard as he watched the monster muscle grow,
but then... "NO!" he yelled out, "not a second time!" And Tom began to fight
back, flexing his own well endowed arm.

But if Tom's mouth revealed the tooth-gnashing anguish of his efforts,
Sosanna's showed only a casual smile as she triumphantly pushed his arm to the
mat.

"We're even, Tom... give it a rest, willya?" she said, still smiling. "I won."

"Tomaso," Sheila shrieked, "you let that sideshow freak beat you!"

"That's right, little Miss Muscles, I dun whooped him again," Sosanna proudly
said sitting up.

The whole thing would have ended there, if it hadn't been for Tom's hurt
pride. He let loose with an angry howl and threw himself at her, trying to
land on her. Sosanna was much quicker and rolled out of the way, letting Tom
land with a loud thud. She took that opportunity to throw herself on him and
land on his back, locking his arms in a full nelson. "You gonna give it up
now, Tommie?" she screamed.

"Tom, get up!" Sheila screamed, but Tom's adrenaline rush was beginning to
subside. Sheila took the opportunity to lunge for an unsuspecting Sosanna.
"Get off my boyfriend, you oversized heifer!" she screamed, grabbing Sosanna
by the hair and pulling her off of him. "Now it's my turn, Bitch!" Sheila sat
on Sosanna's elbows and ripped her own shirt off. "They say dynamite comes in
small packages," Sheila said as she began to flex and fill her undersize
sports bra with muscle.

"Not bad, for an amateur. But watch this," Sosanna grinned determinately. She
began to grunt and lift Sheila up and off. Sheila fell backwards as Sosanna
stood up and did a crab flex, flexing her own large muscular body. Sheila
stood there in awe; Sosanna looked more menacing than when this all began.
Muscles swelled and audible creaking could be heard as the top she was wearing
struggled to stay together. Sheila didn't say a thing but got up and ran for
help. Sosanna took the advantage of her pumped up muscle to turn around and
slam Tom to the mat, applying a crushing cradle.

"Say 'UNCLE,' Tomaso, and I'll let you go," she said angrily. Tom muttered the
words just as Sheila came back with Security.

Tomaso, beaten, got up and said, "Sheila, I give up." He then turned to
security and said, "It's all right... I just got my ass beat by my better."

There was nothing done to Sosanna or Tomaso. Both teams were escorted to their
appropriate rooms. After that, they never saw each other again, but should
they ever, Sosanna owes Tomaso one more 'tiny' beating.