The Toughest Guy In Town, Part Two
Eric discovers just what it means to face Emma in the ring
By Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com


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As Eric looked out in the direction that the voice came from he watched the
crowd part as Emma made her way to the ring. He felt a chill in his blood when
he saw the confident smile on Emma's beautiful face.

The beautiful young woman walked with so much poise and grace that she almost
seemed to glide up to the ring where Eric was standing. Her tight, firm, fit
body radiated so much strength and power that she seemed much larger than her
actual petite 5'5" size.

Eric was struck by Emma's incredible beauty as he was every time he looked at
her. For the thousandth time he also found himself wondering how such a
beautiful, feminine looking woman could possess such incredible strength.
Sure, she looked fit and muscular, but his muscles were twice the size of
hers. Even so, he knew without a doubt that Emma's strength was many times his
own.

When Emma reached the side of the ring, she looked up and asked Eric, "So, Big
Boy, are you ready for a real challenger?" There was a playfulness in her
voice that somewhat eased the tension of the situation.

"But, Emma, I can't fight you. Not here, not now," Eric replied.

"Why not?" Emma asked.

What could Eric say - that he was scared to fight the strong girl before him?
It was true; he was afraid. He was afraid of being humiliated - especially in
front of such a large crowd. He was afraid of the great pain that he knew Emma
could easily inflict if she was so inclined.

But he couldn't admit that could he? On the other hand, a challenge had been
issued. He could not be declared the five time champion of the Tough Guy
contest if he failed to accept. And if he lost the championship, he might not
receive his "special prize" from his gorgeous, sexy young wife later that
night.

He decided to try a different strategy. "But, Emma, it wouldn't be a fair
fight because I refuse to hit and kick a woman. That wouldn't be right."

"Eric, you know that you're just stalling," Emma replied. "I know your
fighting style well enough to know that you almost never use hits and kicks
anyway. You're a grappler."

"Yes well, I ...."

"How about this? You and I can agree to make our match strictly a wrestling
match." Emma suggested. "No kicks or punches. A winner can only be declared by
pin or submission. Would that ease your conscience?" she asked sarcastically.

"I . . that is to say . . ." Eric was trying his hardest to get out of this
gracefully then Tim spoke up from ringside and removed that possibility.

"What's the matter, Stodden?" he asked, "Afraid to fight a girl?"

Emma smiled sweetly up at Eric and (once again) playfully asked, "Yeah,
Stodden, afraid to fight a girl."

Eric didn't know what to do. He could feel himself being backed into a no win
situation. He didn't just want to give up his status as "The Toughest Guy in
Town", yet he knew that trying to beat Emma was completely futile. He knew
darn well that he didn't have a chance against her.

Before he could decide exactly what to do, Emma gracefully jumped up to the
side of the ring and pulled Eric close to her. She whispered in his ear,
"Listen, Sport, this is how it's going to be, either you AGREE to fight me in
the ring, and I go easy on you and leave you with SOME of you dignity intact,
or you decline my challenge. But if you decline, I'll still drag you to the
center of the ring - kicking and screaming if necessary - and I beat you like
a child and make you beg for mercy in front of all the nice people."

"O-okay," said Eric, "But tell me one thing, Emma."

"Anything, Sport."

"W-why are you doing this?"

"Because I can," was the strong girl's confident reply.

The two opponents "agreed" to give Eric forty-five minutes to rest and for
Emma to get warmed up. Emma knew what she was doing Eric thought to himself.
She knew him well enough to know that he would spend the entire time fretting
about what was going to happen when the time was up. That's exactly what he
did.

Eric sat in the locker room and sweated like a madman. He only hoped that Emma
kept her word and went easy on him. He had reason to trust her; she'd never
lied to him before. However, he knew that Emma's power was so great that she
might seriously injure him accidentally.

There was even a tiny part of him that wanted to fight back and defeat her -
as absurd as this prospect was. As much as he tried to downplay it, Eric was a
proud and competitive man. As much as he knew that it was impossible for him
to defeat Emma in any type of physical contest, he also hated the idea of
taking a dive.

When it was time for the two opponents to meet in the ring, Eric actually let
out a quiet gasp when he saw how sexy Emma looked in her fighting clothes. She
wore a tiger striped sports bra on top that her firm, round DD breasts
stretched to capacity. The black yoga pants she wore below showed off her
round, firm, ass and muscular legs to perfection, and they were so tight that
it was clear to everyone in the gym that Emma was "going commando".

Her beautiful smiling face lit up the gym, and her silky, shoulder length
butterscotch hair was tied into a bobbing ponytail.

As Pete who was again acting as referee called the two fighters to the center
of the ring for instructions, it struck Eric once again how vast the physical
differences between he and Emma were. He was more than a foot taller than she
was and even though her dense muscle mass made her heavier than she appeared,
he still outweighed her by at least sixty pounds.

It also struck Eric as absurd that a woman so much smaller was able to instill
so much fear in him. Yet in the past he had seen this woman perform such
amazing feats of strength that he knew he was justified in his fear. He'd
witnessed her nine hundred pound bench press reps with his own eyes. He had
watched as she walked up to the heavy punching bags in Pete's Gym and sent
bags flying across the room - breaking the chains that suspended them in the
process - with single punches. He knew that despite his muscles being much
larger than hers that her muscles were as hard and dense as coiled steel
cables and were capable of so much more damage than his feeble male sinew.

Then a thought occurred to him. Bubba was stronger than he was too, and yet he
was able to pin Bubba in the first round. Maybe physical strength wasn't
everything. One thing he was sure of. One look at the arrogant smirk on Emma's
face told him that she was one hundred percent sure that she could easily
defeat him. Was it possible that she was OVERconfident? Could he somehow use
this to his advantage?

"Maybe if I strike fast enough and gain the advantage early on, I can use that
momentum and pin her," he thought to himself. Eric knew that this was a
desperate plan, but what choice did he have?

When the bell to commence fighting rang, Emma casually sauntered out into the
middle of the ring like a woman who was enjoying a casual Sunday stroll. Eric
ducked low and charged at Emma driving his shoulder into her midsection while
at the same time wrapping his strong arms around her in an effort to bring her
down.

He might as well have tried to tackle a stone pillar for all the good it did
him. Despite being hit with all the considerable power that Eric could muster,
Emma didn't budge an inch. Instead, she reached down with her incredibly
strong arms and lifted Eric upside down off the ground.

Eric braced himself for the inevitable hard slam to the canvass that he was
sure was coming only to feel himself being gently lowered to the center of the
ring. He looked up at Emma with a puzzled expression.

"I don't want to beat you this quickly," she said by way of an explanation.
"We have to give the people their money's worth, don't we?"

It made Eric mad that Emma was clearly enjoying toying with him like this. He
rolled away to the left and quickly bounced back onto his feet. He circled
Emma looking for a weak spot that he could exploit. All he saw was hard, dense
muscle. He also couldn't help but notice how smooth and flawless Emma's skin
was. This led him to notice once again what a spectacularly beautiful and
alluring female Emma was. In spite of the situation, Eric couldn't help but
feel that under different circumstances he would love to have Emma's strong
arms coiled around him and squeezing him lovingly instead of roughly.

"Put those thoughts out of your head," he said to himself. "This is not the
time nor the place."

He circled behind her and attempted to lock her into a standing half nelson
only to have her reach back with her free arm, grab the back of his head and
throw him over her shoulder, through the air across the length of the ring.

This is how things went for the rest of the first round. Every time Eric tried
some kind of hold or take-down move, Emma would nonchalantly - and with
ridiculous ease - overpower him and either toss him across the ring or place
him gently down onto the canvass.

At the end of the first round, Eric considered throwing in the towel. What was
the point of going on, after all? He knew that he was beaten. He tried with
everything he had to gain at least some advantage during the first round, but
Emma made it clear that her superiority to him was so great that she could
overpower him any time she wanted to.

The only thing that kept him from throwing in the towel was that as he picked
up his towel between rounds, he glanced over at Emma in her corner. She must
have sensed what he was about to do, because she gave him a look that made him
pause.

The look she gave him told him that if he dared end this fight prematurely,
that he would be sorry for it. Eric instantly understood that Emma intended to
end it her own way and that if he interfered with her plans he was going to
suffer harsh physical punishment. Eric knew that Emma's vastly superior
strength gave her the authority to be in control and that it was extremely
dangerous for him to question this in any way.

Eric dropped the towel in his hand. The smile that Emma flashed him told him
that he'd made the right decision.

If anyone in the crowded gym was enjoying Eric's defeat more than Emma, it was
Tim Bogart who was still at ringside. He used the break between rounds to let
Eric know just how much. "Ha! I used to think you were tough, Stodden. But now
I see that you're getting your ass handed to you by a girl!"

"No shit!" another voice rang out. Eric looked over and saw that Tim had been
joined by Bubba. "I can't believe that this pussy beat me! It must have been
because of those wrestling tricks he used. If he would have stood toe to toe
and fought me with his fists like a man, I know that I would have kicked his
sorry ass. Some 'toughest guy in town'; he can't even handle a little girl."

To this Tim added, "What's the matter, Stodden? Are you going to lose your
championship to a hot babe?"

"If only they knew the truth," Eric thought to himself. He knew that he'd
already lost. His only solace at this point is that when he looked across the
ring at Emma again, he saw that she had heard what Tim and Bubba had said to
him, and she didn't like it.

As round two began, Eric came bouncing out of his corner determined to do the
best that he could. He didn't want to provoke Emma's anger by giving anything
less than his very best. He once again tried to circle around her, but this
time instead of waiting for him to strike first, Emma reached out and grabbed
Eric with one strong hand.

Once again, Eric found himself being hoisted into the air. The petite but
powerful Emma lifted him completely over her head with both of her arms fully
extended. Then she began to twirl him around in the air. Incredibly, the sexy,
gorgeous 5'5" young woman was spinning the almost three hundred pound man over
her head like a pizza chef might handle the dough to the latest pie he was
creating.

All Eric could do was close his eyes in an attempt to lessen the effect. He
knew that if he kept his eyes opened and watched the gym as it spun past him
that he would most likely become sick. As it was, it was all he could do to
keep from exposing the churning contents of his stomach.

Just as he was sure that he could no longer keep his lunch down, Eric suddenly
stopped spinning. He was still being held aloft by the attractive strong girl.
He thought to himself that this must be how a mouse felt when a cat decided to
amuse itself at the mouse's expense.

"Had enough, Sport?" Emma asked the much bigger man that she was effortlessly
holding over her head.

Eric wanted to tell the strong girl that he'd had enough after being thrown
across the ring the first time during round one. However, he was so dizzy that
his brain couldn't form the words. Instead, he tried to nod his head in the
affirmative, but he couldn't be sure that he even managed to do that
correctly.

Whatever his answer, it didn't seem to matter much to Emma since she was not
ready to end her demonstration of power before the mostly dazed and silent
audience. Rather than simply hold Eric high off the ground with her powerful
arms, she decided to give the spectators yet another display of her strength
as she began doing reps with Eric's helpless, prone body.

The rapidity with which Emma lifted Eric repeatedly up and down did nothing to
sooth his turning stomach. Finally after doing fifty reps with him in less
than a minute Emma dropped Eric and caught him a cradle hold in her arms.

Eric assumed (hoped, prayed) that finally his torment was over when he felt
his large body start to compress. Emma, still holding him off the ground in a
cradle position began to pull his legs towards him face.

Finding his voice, Eric asked his tormentor, "Honey, what are you doing?"

"Beating you," was Emma's succinct reply.

Through clenched teeth Eric asked, "So why don't you pin me and end this?"

"Because I want you to submit," she explained.

"No, Emma, please, not that," Eric begged.

"I'm afraid it has to be that way," Emma said, "I want to make it clear to
everyone watching how completely I've beaten you. I want you to publically
admit which one of us is superior."

"But .. but.." Eric sputtered.

"Submit!" Emma demanded as she increased the pressure on Eric's body. "Now!"

This increased pressure was too much for Eric to take. "I surrender!" Eric
shouted. "I surrender! Please, let me go!"

Emma then released the pressure, gently lowered Eric to the ring floor and
placed a tender kiss on his forehead. "I'm sorry, Baby," she told him.

From their position at ringside, Tim and Bubba could not contain their joy.
"That's the greatest thing I've ever seen in my life," Tim shouted. "I'm so
happy that someone finally gave that asshole his comeuppance!"

Bubba was even more amused. "What a puss-SAY! You'd never catch me submitting
to a girl, no matter how tough she was!"

"That's right," agreed Tim, "I'd die before I'd surrender to a girl!"

From the center of the ring where she'd just laid Eric down, Emma looked over
at the two and asked, "Is that so?"

"You bet it is, honey," answered Bubba, "I'd never give up to a girl, and
neither would any other real man."

Emma looked at Tim and asked, "Do you feel the same way?"

Tim, who wasn't quite as stupid as Bubba, thought about what he'd just
witnessed Emma do. He realized that anyone - man or woman - who was capable of
throwing Eric around the ring like Emma had done was not someone to
underestimate. Despite this, Tim didn't want to look like a wimp so he
answered, "Hell, yes!"

Emma slowly walked over to the side of the ring where the two men were
standing. "I believe that the two of you need to be taught a little lesson,"
she said, smiling sweetly.

"Oh, yeah?" Bubba asked.

"Yes, I do," answered Emma. "In fact, I think you need to be taught several
lessons, starting with the fact that I'm a woman, not a 'girl'."

"Girl..chick..babe..skirt.... Whatever!" said Bubba. Tim decided that the
smartest thing to do at the moment was to keep his mouth shut.

"Do you have any other names for adult females?" asked Emma.

"Yeah, how about bi-"

That's as far as Bubba got before Emma reached down and snatched Bubba and Tim
- one in each hand - by their collars and threw them backwards over the top
rope into the ring. She threw them so far into the ring that Eric who was
still lying where Emma had last placed him had to roll out of the way to keep
from being landed on.

Then Emma stood back and gave the two men time to scramble to their feet. Emma
began to slowly, menacingly walk towards Bubba. He began shouting, "Stay back,
stay back, you crazy bitch!"

"Now, Bubba, is that any way to talk to a lady?" she asked.

If the size comparison between Emma and Eric was extreme, the difference
between Emma and Bubba was ridiculous. Compared to the massive Bubba, Emma
looked like what he had called her earlier - a little girl. Still, it was Emma
that advanced and Bubba that retreated.

Bubba repeated, "Stay back, you crazy bitch, I'm warning you . . . ." If the
thought of striking a woman bothered Eric, Bubba had no such convictions. As
Emma approached him, he wound up his muscular right arm and punched Emma as
hard as he could in the abs with his big ham fist.

Bubba struck with such force that the entire gym heard the dull thud of
knuckles against rock hard abs. They heard Bubba's cry of pain with even
greater clarity. Bubba held his right hand up to his face only to see that his
knuckles were clearly bloody and shattered. When Bubba looked down to see that
Emma had absorbed the powerful blow and was still smiling, something in him
broke. He began to cry.

"Now it's my turn to hit you," Emma said coolly.

"No! Please, don't!" Bubba begged, but it was too late. Emma hit Bubba with an
uppercut to the chin that had enough power to lift his large body right off
the ground. He was unconscious before he hit the canvass floor. When his head
tilted to the side and his mouth dropped opened, four teeth fell out.

"He was right about one thing," Emma observed ironically, "He didn't submit."
Emma then turned and looked over at Tim who was transfixed and too scared to
move. "Do you have anything to say?" she asked.

"I-I-I s-s-surrender," Tim managed to stutter out.

Emma walked over to his and asked "Why should I let you off so easily?"

Tim dropped to his knees and and wrapped his arms around Emma's muscular legs.
"Please, don't hit me," he begged. "Please, I'll do anything you say only
please, don't hurt me."

"Fine," said Emma disgustedly, "But if I ever hear you laughing or making fun
of Eric for losing the championship to me again - or even hear OF you doing it
- I'm going to find you, and I'm going to beat you to within an inch of your
pathetic life."

"O-o-kay," Tim stammered, "B-but why?"

"Because NOBODY laughs at or talks trash about my husband!"

"Y-y-your husband!?" Tim gasped.

"That's right, pencil dick! Eric is my husband!" With that, Emma went over and
helped her husband stand up and walked him to the locker room.

After both Eric and Emma had showered and changed, they were walking together
in the gym parking lot. "Think you could give me a ride home?" Emma asked.

"Of course, Honey," Eric answered, "But what about your car?"

"We can come by and pick it up tomorrow," Emma answered. "It'll be safe until
then. Right now I want to ride with my husband."

After a few minutes Eric broke the awkward silence and asked his beautiful and
powerful wife, "Why?"

"Why what?" Emma asked innocently.

"Come on, Honey, you know what?" Eric replied.

"Maybe I just thought that it was time for people to know who the real
champion was," Emma explained.

"Isn't it enough thatwe'veknown for years?" Eric asked. What he meant was that
he and his wife have been having their own private "matches" since shortly
after the first time he won the Tough Guy championship. In the hundreds of
matches they've had over the years, Eric has never once beaten his wife. He's
never even come close.

"I just thought it was time EVERYONE should know," Emma clarified.

"You could have at least warned me," Eric said.

"If I would have warned you, you wouldn't have entered the contest at all. I
would have had to drag you to the gym kicking and screaming. Would you have
liked that?"

"Maybe; a little," Eric smiled.

"Yes, that's what I thought. Admit it, you like having a wife who's stronger
than you - who's strong enough to make you do whatever she wants you to."

"Maybe ... a little," Eric admitted.

"You like knowing that now the whole world understands just how tough your
sexy, powerful strong girl wife is. You love knowing that everyone knows that
compared to me that you're nothing but a little wimp. MY little wimp."

"Yes, Honey," Eric responded.

"That wasn't a question," Emma pointed out. She knew what turned her husband
on. She knew that even more than her supreme strength itself, Eric was turned
on by her complete confidence in her superiority.

Eric had butterflies in his stomach just thinking about it. He knew that word
of his wife's immense power would quickly spread all over town. He knew that
other men were already jealous that his wife was so incredibly hot and sexy.
He liked that feeling. It made him feel even better knowing that now they
would be more jealous of him for having such an incredibly hot, sexy AND
strong wife. It made him hard.

"Uh, do I still get my 'special prize' tonight?" Eric asked.

"I'm the one who should get a special prize; I'm the new champ," Emma said
matter-of-factly.

"But, Honey, you always get your way in the bedroom all the time anyway," Eric
pointed out.

"When it comes to you and this marriage I always get my way, period," she
said.

"Yes, Honey."

"And we both know why that is, don't we?" she asked.

"Yes, Honey."

"And we both know that you love it that way."

"Yes we do, Honey," Eric said truthfully.

"Say it. Say the reason why I always get my way?" Emma demanded.

"Because of your incredible super strength," Eric responded. As much as Emma
liked hearing it, Eric liked saying it even more.

"Because you're stronger than anyone," Eric concluded.

"That's right; I AM stronger than ANYONE. But I suppose you still deserve your
special prize tonight, Sweetie."

"I do!?" Eric asked. He was as excited as a ten year old boy getting a new
bicycle on Christmas morning.

"Yes, you do. I'll hold you in the air and wrap my velvety lips around your
huge cock and suck it for you until you cum in my sweet mouth. And after I've
sucked every last drop of cum out of you, I'll lick and soothe your aching
balls."

"You will!?"

"Yes, Sweetie, AFTER you draw my bath, cook dinner and do the dishes," Emma
said. "You deserve it; after all, you're still the toughest GUY in town."

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