by supreme

The Fitness Connection Sports Club was in an uproar. Hayley Nells, a 17 yr old girl, had just challenged the club's arrogant male heavyweight bodybuilding and wrestling champion, 30 yr old Steve, to a no time limit, "total submission" wrestling match for his title. "She's crazy," many club members exclaimed, "She'll get herself permanently injured or maimed!" Some of the more macho members scoffed, "No female belongs on the wrestling mat! Especially against the champ! He'll kill her!"

But Hayley was not your typical 17 yr old girl. She was a dedicated heavyweight bodybuilder who had wanted weights instead of dolls for Christmas ever since she was little. Her wealthy parents - the kind of 1960's style "free spirits" who believed in letting children find their own way - had been eager to oblige and encourage their daughter in whatever path she chose. She'd been pumping iron since the age of 10, and when puberty hit her body proved to be genetically predisposed to building muscle at an amazing rate. Now tipping the scales at a massive 174 pounds on her 5' 6" frame, Hayley was ripped, buffed, and freaked out to the max. She had entered her first bodybuilding competition at age 13 and loved to oil up her rippling muscles until they gleamed brightly under the stage lights. She had recently won her first bodybuilding contest as a heavyweight, shocking everyone with her incredible physique. No one had ever seen such grape-fruit biceps, ski-slope traps, or boulder shoulders on a teenage girl before, to say nothing of her oak-tree thighs and power packed legs. But Hayley was as pretty and feminine as she was muscular and strong. The buxom, pony-tailed brunette had curves in all the right places and sparkled with a girlish, fun loving personality. She loved to shop at the mall in her capri pants and still had crushes on the whatever "boy band" was hot. Even so she was totally obsessed with bodybuilding. "I want to get HUGE!" she often declared. "I'm gonna be bigger than the GUYS!" She planned on beefing up to at least 250 lbs, and wanted to compete against men in pro heavyweight bodybuilding. She was already more muscular than most male bodybuilders in her weightclass.

And Hayley had a score to settle with Steve, the cocky 195 pound bodybuilding and wrestling champ, who was also head trainer at the club. A total male chauvinist, he had refused to let Hayley join his all-male bodybuilding and wrestling class back when she was 14, even though she was already very muscular and weighed 150 rock solid pounds. Standing with his hands on his hips, naked except for a skimpy posing bikini that showed off his "assets" for the pleasure of the female club members, he sneered, "No way, girlie! Go back and play with your dolls-you don't belong here." Hayley was humiliated. And infuriated. "I'll show him," she vowed. So she had worked out, pumped iron, and built her physique on her own, attracting a lot of attention and admiration at the Fitness Connection, but also much resentment and envy from male members, whom she loved to taunt when she began to outclass many of them in size and muscularity. Hayley's aggressive, "in your face" attitude rubbed the men the wrong way.

The musclegirl had also trained hard in martial arts, finally winning a black-belt in tae kwan do. Even before that, she had acquitted herself quite well in an impromptu kick-boxing match at a bodybuilding expo when she was only 15!

Hayley had enjoyed watching the club wrestling matches and even at 13wanted to compete in them as a wrestler herself. Her bodybuilding win had given her an extra boost of confidence. Now, she thought, she was ready at last. The club had an open challenge rule, and when she walked into the managers office and announced she wanted to be Steve's next opponent she couldn't be talked out of it by the stunned manager, though he tried as hard as he could. "But Hayley! You've seen how Steve wrestles! He's the most dominating champ we've ever had! And the most brutal!" He was right. Steve was vicious. He enjoyed tormenting his beaten opponents, holding them up by their hair - their eyes bulging with terror - in front of the cheering crowd, and, after they had screamed their submissions, humiliating them with his trademark taunt, "You SURE about that?" But Hayley would not be dissuaded. "Steve's going to find out what girl-power is all about!" she promised.

After the match was announced, The Strength Connection was in a frenzy. No one could talk of anything else. Not only had no female ever stepped out onto the club wrestling mat as a competitor, the idea of such a young & pretty girl matching muscles with the older and notoriously brutal male champ was completely outrageous. The manager called Hayley's parents, hoping they would veto the crazy idea, but they politely informed him they looked forward to attending the match, and watching their daughter win the championship belt! Betting went heavily - 20 to 1 - against the young girl bodybuilder. Many of Hayley's friends also tried to talk her out of her challenge but she guaranteed them, "Don't you guys worry! I can take care of myself on the mat, and when I'm finished with Steve he's gonna scream his submission and surrender his title to me!" When Steve learned the muscle girl was his next opponent he was outraged, "Girls with muscles? BAH! She won't last five minutes against me in the ring!"

The night of the match the club arena was buzzing with excitement and jammed with spectators, eager to see this unprecedented battle of the sexes for total physical supremacy. Steve came out first, clad only in a tiny blue posing brief that erotically outlined but could only partly contain his outrageously big cock, nuts and buns and evoked wolf whistles and moans of lust from the women in the audience. One of the older women cackled, "Ohhhh, you've got buns to die for honey!" Another woman swooned when she ogled Steve's giant snake, plunging aggressively with a life of its own against the thin fabric of his bikini. "Eeeeek! Look at the size of that thing! It's-looking at me!" The macho stud paraded around the mat, flexing his impressive musculature, his engorged snake bouncing lightly against the thin restraining lycra of his bikini, and sneering his total contempt for his distaff opponent, "I bet missy doesn't even show up! She knows she'll get slaughtered!"

But two minutes later he was proved wrong. Hayley bounced down the aisle, smiling and waving to the audience. Her shapely, muscular legs were tanned and she had flip-flops on her feet - her toe and finger nails freshly painted a gleaming red - and wore a brown T-shirt with white letters on the front that said, "STRONG GIRL" and on the back which read, "GOT MUSCLE? " Her cute "teenybopper" outfit was completed by a maroon baseball cap, through which her brunette ponytail was threaded. Everyone was struck by how pretty and girlish she was and virtually everyone thought she was crazy to challenge a brutal muscle stud like Steve to a wrestling match. But, leaping up into the ring, Hayley was the picture of confidence, smiling slyly at Steve before kicking off her flip-flops, throwing off her cap and pulling off her T-shirt. She was bare breasted! And clad in a tiny blue bikini that left little to the imagination! (Her attire - or lack of it - had been subject to long negotiation with her doting but doubtful parents.) Everyone gasped! Her jutting, teardrop shaped breasts weren't the most eye popping thing about her though. That was her massively muscled, brightly oiled physique, rippling and bulging with raw power, that was truly awesome. No one had seen the two rivals together before in their bikinis and, though the macho man was over 20 pounds heavier and impressively muscled, from a distance the two virtually naked gladiators looked evenly matched. Even more amazing, close-up spectators could see that the muscle girl was actually, pound for pound, thicker, more ripped, more defined, more muscular, than the champ! The dark-eyed challenger smiled at the shocked male wrestler, who was staring at her in disbelief as the two opponents confronted each other, toe to toe, on the mat. "What's the matter, champ? Didn't think a girl could get this big? Guess what-I got YOU beat!" Hayley flexed up a pair of 18" biceps that were clearly bigger than Steve's. Her rock-crusher thighs, curving up into the teeny blue v of her bikini, looked like they could grind diamonds into dust.

The audience was deeply affected by this shocking, transgressive, male vs. female confrontation on the wrestling mat. The reality that this pretty, pony tailed teenager really was about to step out on the mat and wrestle a seasoned, 30 yr old, notoriously brutal macho man was not only gender-bending, it was mind-bending. It was also incredibly arousing. Everyone was on edge. Several women called out encouragement to the girl grappler. "GO HAYLEY! SHOW HIM WHO'S STRONGER! Just look at her muscles! You know-I think she can take him!" But the males, their egos threatened, were hostile. "C'mon Steve-send her back to her dollies!" The machomen spectators were infuriated, both by the feminine challenger's gender-bending physique and her obvious self-confidence. They had expected Hayley to look and act intimidated, but it was clear this crazy muscle girl thought she could actually win the match!

The two wrestlers faced off in the center of the ring as the ref gave them their instructions: no time limit, submission only. When Steve shook hands with Hayley he tried for a quick crushing squeeze to intimidate her but was surprised by the power in her grip. She returned his squeeze and more. The musclegirl looked down at the champ's fully engorged cock, perfectly outlined by the straining bikini fabric, its lycra-sheathed snakehead thrusting through to an inch from her bikini. With a mischievous smirk she laughed, "Nice little pocket rocket you have down there, Stevie, but it's too small for me!" Steve went red. "Why-you little bitch! I'm gonna beat you up!" Hayley just smiled some more and squeezed Steve's hand so hard he hastily broke off. Damn! The bitch has strong hands! he thought. The audience noise grew louder and louder - excitement was mounting to the breaking point.

Steve was furious. The "little" girl had flexed up muscles that were bigger than his! His macho pride was on the line. He was determined to end the match quickly and prove his male superiority. The rivals moved to their corners, both eager for combat. The bell rang.

Both wrestlers charged across the ring. The SMACK! of their collision - their almost naked muscle packed bodies slamming into each other - was loud and clearly heard by each of the 400 spectators in the arena. Quickly they locked hands, entwining their fingers in a test of brute strength in the middle of the mat. The champ had expected his superior weight and height would give him the advantage, but he was stunned to find his pretty young opponent was not driven back. In fact she was holding her own as the two gladiators struggled, cheek to cheek, their massive, naked chests pushing together, arms now fully entwined, grunting with strain and effort. Their grunts became louder and more gutteral as the minutes sped by. "Uhhhh-.ugh-DAMN BITCH! YOU'RE STRONG!" Steve exclaimed in shock. "That's-ugggg-.uhhh- right, champ! By the way, I-uhhhhh-..ugh- broke your weight lifting record last week, but wouldn't let the manager tell you-I-ugghhhh!-wanted it to be a surprise!" The muscle girl giggled in spite of the strain. She was enjoying herself! Hayley knew that if she could survive the first few minutes of the match she had a chance of wearing down the more experienced but over confident macho man. For ten minutes Hayley and Steve struggled under the hot ring light, their almost naked, oiled bodies, rippling with thick muscle, gleaming brightly with sweat, generating tremendous energy everyone in the arena could feel as the test of strength continued.

Then the crowd, which had been silent with fascination at the inter-gender showdown, began coming alive. "Look at that! I don't believe it! She's pushing him back! She's outmuscling him!" It was true! Hayley was starting to take control! Steve's arms were going numb. This can't be happening! he told himself. But it was. The musclegirl's arms, shoulders and neck were hugely swollen by the blood lust of physical combat - they were now clearly bigger, harder, more defined than the muscleman's! The women in the audience were thrilled by this spectacular display of female muscle power. "C'mon Hayley! You've GOT him, girl!!" But the males were horrified as Hayley began pushing Steve back, inch by inch, across the ring. "Dammit champ! What's the matter with you! Kick her ass!" Hayley, still cheek to cheek with the weakening Steve, cooed, "How do you like gettin' outmuscled by a girl, champ?" Steve's arms were numb. He was rapidly tiring. He tried to break the hold and escape but Hayley sensed his move and was too quick, digging her powerful fingers deeper into his arms, causing him to groan in pain. "OK, Steve-playtime's over-let's WRESTLE!" she shouted, suddenly lifting him up into the air and smashing him down on the mat, then clamping her massive thighs around his neck before he could recover. Neck scissors! The young muscle girl had the champ in a tight neck scissors! The crowd went wild!

Steve was in big trouble! He flipped and flopped, thrashed and contorted all over the mat, trying to break free, but failed. He tried clawing and pulling at Hayley's oak tree thighs but she only cinched them in tighter, increasing the vice-like pressure on his head and neck. He tried bridging out of the strong girl's hold, but she twisted her hips and sent him thumping butt first back onto the mat. Steve's face went beet red and the referee moved in to ask if he'd had enough. "Back off, ref!" Hayley snarled, her pretty smile replaced by a scowl. "Don't even think of asking if he wants to submit! I'll let you know when I'm ready to finish him off!" She didn't want any interruptions. She was really enjoying the close physical grip of her thighs around the champ's head-more than she should! The muscle girl leaned back on her arms, pouring on more pressure-so delicious!-her mouth formed an O as she slowly licked her lips in raw pleasure. She became so aroused she pulled off the rubber band holding her pony tail and wildly shook her thick black mane in an ecstasy of pure muscle lust, "Ooooooohhhhhh-I didn't think wrestling could be sooooo nice! God! Ummm! YESSSS!" The spectators were drawn into the erotic moment as well-they watched Hayley's six pack abs slowly undulate like the belly of a giant snake and her thickly muscled thighs ripple & bulge with sensual power. Her young, almost naked body on the mat, oiled and dripping with sweat, gleaming under the bright ring lights, powerful muscles glistening, even her dark glossy hair wet and lank. Hayley forced herself back to reality. Get a grip girl! she thought. She could feel the macho man weakening by the second; she knew she could take him then and there, but she wanted to prove her victory was no fluke by giving him, and the audience, a wrestling lesson they would never forget.

Steve was groggy now, gasping for breath, only faintly pawing at Hayley's thickly gnarled thighs, trying fruitlessly to loosen their python grip. "Time for your next hold!" she laughed., "I hope you're ready!" Opening her legs she jumped to her feet, then pulled the woozy man up by his hair. "Wha-what're you doing?" the now frightened champ asked. "You're gonna find out!" the musclegirl laughed. Darting behind him she wrapped her thick arms tight around his waist and hoisted him high into the air, over her shoulders and smashed him back down to the mat behind her: SLAM! CRASH! THUD! A perfect suplex! The teenage muscle girl had executed one of the hardest moves in wrestling, requiring enormous strength and skill. And she wasn't finished. Keeping her powerful arms cinched tightly around Steve's waist she rolled him over, jerked him to his feet and suplexed him again, then again, over and over. SLAM! BAM! SMASH! Each time Hayley used the leverage of her massive legs to drive his head and shoulders into the mat so hard he bounced, and each time the ring rattled and the ring ropes vibrated from the smashing impact. By the third suplex Steve started howling in panic, "Get her off me! GET HER OFF ME!! SOMEBODY GET HER OFF ME!!" By the fourth he was a limp rag doll, a screaming wreck, battered helpless by the aggressive musclegirl.

Hayley still wasn't finished. Leaving her battered opponent sprawled, moaning, on the mat, the pretty brunette paraded around the ring, flexing her huge biceps, pulling roguishly on her bikini, and enjoying the cheers of the crowd, especially the women, who were going crazy with excitement. Finally, lazily, she walked over and looked down, hands on her hips, at the crumpled Steve, who was slowly, painfully getting to his hands and knees. "Guess what champ-time to finish you off!" The female spectators roared their approval. (By now many of the men - too embarassed to watch - had slipped out in total humiliation.) The powerful girl wrestler again grabbed the helpless man by his hair and straddled his back, forcing him down to the mat on his belly and then muscling him into a brutal camel-clutch, one of the most painful submission holds in wrestling! As he felt the muscle girl pulling his chest off the canvas and bending his body back into the excruciating "c" position, Steve moaned, his eyes bulging in terror, "Nooooooooooo! Please!!!!!! Don't!!!!" Now it was Hayley's turn to sneer, "C'mon you pussy! Take it like a man!" She soon had the champ pulled back like a pretzel as she wrapped her massive arms around his head, squeezing with tremendous power, and pulled back on his chin and neck with savage force while his arms were draped helplessly over her massive thighs. His legs kicked - weakly, pathetically - against the mat as he moaned in fear. Hayley decided to have more fun with her victim. Nuzzling the back of the champ's head with her face, Hayley affectionately, teasingly, tongued his ear, softly biting, purring, "You're not so macho now, stud-and you're definitely not man enough for me!" Then slowly, inexorably, the buxom strong girl poured on even more pressure, bending him back, back, until the pain became unbearable. Steve screamed, "Stop! STOP!! PLEASE!!! I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE!! I SUBMIT! YOU'VE BEATEN ME!!! YOU'RE CHAMP!!! I SUBMIT!!!!" Hayley looked out at the crowd with an evil smile and winked - they knew what was coming - then asked in her most teasing girlish voice, "You SURE about that?" The crowd roared with laughter. The macho man sobbed, tears of shame streaming down his face, "Oh my god! OH MY GOD!" The strong girl gave his head one more killer squeeze and twist. Steve's body gave a spasm, then went totally limp. The teenage girl wrestler had KO'd the champ.

The bell rang. Hayley slowly released her grip, letting the unconscious man slip to the mat as she stood up over Steve and straddled him, her curvy, muscled legs spread apart. This was the moment she had trained so hard and so long for. Slowly, majestically, the massive strong girl brought her thickly muscled arms up, up, higher and higher, fists clenched, until they arched triumphantly over her head at the bright overhead light, then suddenly dropped them down into a mountainous double biceps shot for her screaming fans. Her entire body radiated pure power. She turned her magnificent chest left, then right, holding her pose, and gave each bicep a loving kiss. She walked around the ring, re-fastening her ponytail, her shapely breasts lightly bouncing, smiling and flexing - a vision of teen Girlpower - then returned to where Steve still lay, now semi-conscious. She reached down, grabbed a fistful of the ex-champ's hair and pulled the dazed man to his knees on her left. She gripped Steve's hair a little more tightly and gave him a playful shake, like a cat does a mouse. She looked at the spectators and smiled. "How do you guys like my wrestling trophy?" she asked. "We love it, sweetie!" many of the women laughed back. Steve's eyes were glazed, his once powerful arms hung down lifelessly, his mouth was slack, even his tongue was hanging out in total exhaustion. She flexed the huge bicep of her other arm one more time as they faced the cheering spectators and the emcee announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match by Camel Clutch submission in 31 minutes, and the new heavyweight wrestling champion of The Strength Connection, our own muscle princess, Miss Hayley Nells!" The new champ smiled proudly and looked down at her beaten opponent. She giggled like the teenager she was. "I'm sure you're OK with me taking over your bodybuilding & wrestling class, right Stevie? Remember, I'm always available for a rematch! Don't feel too bad, somebody had to be my first stepping stone! And you won't be the last. One of these days I'm gonna wrestle Mr. Olympia, and take his title!"

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