Heavy Muscle Showdown, part four
by supreme
Musclelady Cora meets the city's male wrestling champ in a "winner-take-all" match.

Note:  This is the final part of the sequel to She Doesn't Bake Cookies.

After being rudely insulted by Tony DeMille, the men's heavyweight champ she had just outmuscled for the City Bodybuilding Championship, massive Cora Jones has challenged the arrogant man to a no holds barred, submission only, "winner take all" wrestling match.  At stake:  Cora's bodybuilding title and Tony's wrestling title.  The city is abuzz with excitement! 
 
The match was set for the following week, and would take place in a professional ring in the municipal sports auditorium, which sold out its 12,000 seats two hours after the tickets went on sale.  ESPN quickly signed on to broadcast the event as a pay per view and both Cora and Tony were interviewed many times by the media.  Cora cheerfully told the public, "I will do my talking in the ring, after I become the city wrestling champion!"  But Tony had a mouthful of insults for his female challenger.  He also promised to pull her by the heels around the ring, after he defeated her,  his traditional way of celebrating his victories.  "She will never be able to show her face in this town again after I drag her screaming carcass around the ring," he threatened.

The night of the historic contest finally arrived. Long before the scheduled 9 p.m. introduction of the wrestlers, the huge auditorium was jammed.  Scalpers sold tickets for over $1,000, such was the demand to witness the unprecedented confrontation between the ultra-muscular male wrestling champion and his even more muscular(as the witnesses to Cora's bodybuilding triumph acknowledged)female challenger.   The Gladiator's Harem was in full attendence, but many of the wealthy, sexy and expensively dressed women had secretly begun hoping that Cora would beat their lover, for even the most devoted of DeMille's female clients were offended by his insufferable arrogance and chauvinism.  Even so,  no one really thought the musclelady had a chance.  Upsetting the big stud in bodybuilding was one thing, but actually outwrestling the Gladiator, the never defeated city champion for the last four years?  It was not possible.

At nine, sharp, DeMille made his way down the aisle and vaulted over the ropes.  He was sporting  an even skimpier version of the metallic gold bikini he had worn at the City Sports Awards, really just a tautly stretched pouch of thin lycra-spandex for his proud, swollen manhood and big, muscular butt.  He also wore the same gladiator style helmet  and sliced the air with the same short sword as the women in the crowd oohed and aaahed his macho display of bulging muscle, oiled and buffed to a high sheen. Buckled around his waist was the heavyweight wrestling champion's belt.  He looked utterly confident, cocky and pleased with himself as he proudly flaunted his magnificent body in front of the admiring men and adoring women.

Then Cora appeared.  As she slowly, regally,  made her way to the ring the crowd turned its attention to her, and began applauding in admiration.  She was dressed to the nines!  In full warpaint, her hair a beautiful frosted perm, she was wearing a short, sleeveless, white mink vest, open at the front, (where the saucer wide aureoles and jutting nipples of her imposing bared bosoms peeked out, provocatively), which ended above her hips and highlighted her massive legs, thighs and hips. Below the vest the lady wrestler was naked except for a tiny white lycra bikini.  Wearing a heavy choker necklace of white diamonds around her thick, muscled neck, her appearance was further enhanced by platinum earrings which featured  tiny dumbells, hanging by a short, delicate chain of white gold from her ear lobes.  Over one shoulder she carried a small, dainty purse.  She also wore white high heels, and tinkling ankle bracelets, all of which contrasted pleasingly with her darkly tanned and brightly oiled skin, which rippled and bulged with almost immeasurable amounts of potent, powerful muscle.  Curling all the way around her left leg,  two thirds the way up her awesome "diamond crusher" thigh, was a thick, green and black tattoo of a deadly python snake.  Finally, Cora was scented with her own, unique,  perfume, Lady Power, an erotic blend of her own pheremones and several famous fragrances.

But, above all, her muscles. Her muscles. Darkly bronzed. Unbelievably huge and bulging.  Rippling and gleaming with oil in the bright ring lights. The lady wrestler exuded a combination of incredible feminine beauty, brute power, and raw sexuality that aroused even Tony DeMille, his big thick snakehead growing engorged, pressing urgently against the thin lycra fabric of his gold bikini.

As the lady challenger stepped demurely through the ropes, DeMille, angry at being upstaged, shouted, "You look like a fat Las Vegas whore!"  But Cora merely laughed, saying, " I just thought a girl should look her best before she wrestles!  How do you like my tattoo, sweetie?  I got it just for you!  It will help me squeeze you into submission!!"  "That's it, bitch, I'm really gonna show everyone here, especially you, just who the stronger sex really is!!  Prepare to be dragged!!"

After both wrestlers had removed their accoutrements, they met in the center of the ring, barely inches apart, both primping and posing for the excited audience, which was buzzing with anticipation about the unprecedented matchup. Their massive oiled muscles and the raw sexuality of the two huge, virtually naked rivals, male and female, soon to be locked in physical combat, dramatically thickened the intense erotic tension everyone in the auditorium, especially the two wrestlers themselves, could feel.

The ref explained the rules, and the emcee announced the match:  "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first ever male versus female submissions only wrestling match for the city heavyweight title!  Our defending champ, 27 yrs of age,  271 pounds, and never defeated, Tony DeMille! "  As the crowd applauded Tony sneered, "Yeah, hag, I've bulked up!  You should quit now!"  But then the announcer continued, "And our challenger, the first female ever to wrestle for the city heavyweight crown, 64 yrs young, 291 pounds, muscle-queen Cora Jones!"  DeMille's jaw dropped in surprise as Cora laughed, "That's right, stud!  You're not the only one who has put on a little weight!  I'm just going to love taking your belt, champ!"

The ref instructed both gladiators to return to their corners for the bell signaling the start of the match.  Cora did so but as she neared the turnbuckle, just as the bell was rung, Tony charged across the ring and blindsided her, crashing against her back and butt at full speed.  Cora smashed headfirst into the turnbuckle's steel pole, stunning her.  She was saved from a fractured skull only by the padding of her new perm, but was knocked senseless by the blow and collapsed to the mat, her pretty, matronly, and massively muscled tush sticking in the air as her face rested on the canvas.

The crowd booed the brutal and dirty move by the male champ, but the ref allowed the match to continue.  Tony shouted, "The old cow is out cold!  I win," and began a quick posing exhibition as the ref began counting.  If Cora was still down when he reached 20, she would be declared K.O.'d, and the Gladiator would win.  But by 5, Cora was stirring, soon on her hands and knees, and she gradually pulled herself to her feet by pulling hard on the ropes, shaking her head to clear it.

Tony charged in again, screaming, "No mercy, old lady!"  Pummelling the musclewoman with blow after blow, he drove her back into her corner and pounded away.  Cora deflected some of the punishment by putting up her massive forearms, but she was still taking a heavy beating, and fell back against the ring post.  "Submit, bitch!"  Tony demanded again and again, his arms working like pistons as they hammered at the big grandmother, who appeared helpless.  The crowd began murmuring in concern and disapproval; the ref should stop the fight, it was turning into a slaughter!

But they had underestimated Cora.  When the ref asked if she wanted to submit she shook her head, "No way!"  Through all her pain she laughed at Tony,  "Is that the best you can do, champ?"  Enraged, Tony began punching her big, bronzed breasts, only to find they were almost as heavy and dense as medicine balls.  But, hynotized by the shapely, sexy targets,  he wasted many blows, and most of his remaining energy,  for they easily absorbed his hardest punches.  Suddenly, he was punched out, his arms exhausted, and he was completely winded.  He grabbed the lady wrestler in a headlock, dragged her to the center of the ring and tried to tear her head off, savagely twisting it from side to side. But Cora's thick muscular neck was too strong for the Gladiator; he was unable to hurt her. Gradually,  he was running out of gas; he had staked everything on an overwhelming surprise attack, but the musclewoman had not surrendered.

In fact, she was growing stronger each moment as her head cleared and Tony became more tired.  She could sense his attack was weakening and he was completely careless, thinking her all but beaten.

Balling her right hand into a powerful fist, she brought it up from the mat like a rocket, firing it deep into DeMille's solar plexus.  "Uuuuuuuuuggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!"  The force of the musclewoman's punch lifted the champ into the air.  His mouth opened in a perfect circle as he gasped in shock and pain and his eyes widened in total agony. Grabbing his hurt stomach with both hands, he bent over, trying desperately to recover from Cora's staggering blow, then fell to his knees.

But Cora did not attack.  She merely stood up, walked over to the gasping muscleman and gently cupped her hand under his chin, tilting it up until he was looking into her eyes. He was momentarily helpless, too hurt to do anything more than look frightened.  Then she announced, "I could take you now, champ, but I don't want anyone to think my victory is a one punch fluke.  I'm going to let you recover, and then I'm going to completely outwrestle you, outmuscle you,  and destroy you so everybody, and most of all, you, realizes that I'm not only the best bodybuilder, but also the best wrestler in town!"

Then, as the audience cheered, she playfully slapped the dumbfounded Gladiator on his cheek, and walked back to her corner, where she turned and waited for him to catch his breath, her arms resting on the top ropes extended from the turnbuckle.

Tony realized he had just been completely embarassed in front of 12,000 spectators and millions of TV viewers.  Turning beet red, he began screaming expletives and, as he regained his breath, again charged the hefty silverhaired grandmother, shouting, "WHY YOU...NO ONE DOES THAT TO ME!!"

This time, Cora was ready.  As DeMille charged, she leaned back on the turnbuckle, grabbed the ropes on both sides with each arm,  and lifted her gorgeous, massively muscled legs into the air, opening them into a V just as the male wrestler rushed into them.  Then she slammed them shut around his neck, practically decapitating him and drawing a huge gasp from the audience.

Tony was trapped!  The massive strong woman had him in a crushing neckscissors.  The force of his lunge had driven his head deep into the front of Cora's bikini and now his face was buried, his air supply cut off.  Cora's killer thighs swelled with power as she squeezed his neck, her snake tattoo tightly pressed against his cheek.   The musclewoman was smiling, enjoying the erotic sensation of the macho-man's face grinding into her most intimate an sensitive areas.  "Ewwwww,aaahhhhh, that's uhhhhhhhhhh, really nice, champ!" Cora purred.

But the champ was in trouble!  Desperately, Tony clawed at Cora's rippling naked thighs, his huge arms exploding with effort.  It was useless.  The mature lady wrestler was too strong for him.  He was losing consciousness with no air;  his struggles began to weaken.  Cora knew she could K.O. the champ with her scissors hold, but this would be too easy.  Opening her vice around Tony's bruised neck, the powerful amazon let him crumple to the mat, then jerked him up by his hair and loaded the groggy man onto her huge shoulders.  Carrying him back out to the center of the ring, Cora put him into an airplane spin so fast she became a blur, finally bodyslamming Tony back onto the canvas, where he lay, groaning, on his back.  Then, using her awesome body as a battering ram, she dropped across his midsection, once, twice, three times.  Each time his head, shoulders and legs jolted upwards as she smashed into his vulnerable middle.  The audience was watching almost silently, in total awe of this incredibly muscular 64 yr old lady wrestler who was as sexy as she was powerful and who was demolishing the city's macho champ in raw physical combat.

Flipping the battered Gladiator on his belly, Cora seized his legs, hooking them under her armpits and squatted down over his back in a savage Boston Crab.  Shocked back to full awareness by the searing pain, Tony howled in agony, frantically slapping and pounding the canvas with his fists, trying fruitlessly to escape the murderous hold of the "old hag."   When the ref asked him if he had had enough he shook his head violently no.  Tony was dazed and in terrible pain, but he was stunned that the ref was asking him if he wanted to submit, and to a woman!  This can't be happening he thought.

After disabling his legs, Cora released her hold, grabbed a fistful of the male champion's hair, and pulled him into a sitting position, settling herself comfortably behind him before entwining her deadly legs around him in a crushing bodyscissors.  Trapping his head under her right shoulder, she stretched the muscleman out, out, across the mat, till it seemed his body would snap like a rubber band, violently twisting and squeezing him like a pretzel.  Her huge legs, smooth, bronzed and slippery with sweat and oil, like two giant sinuous snakes, coiled, rippled and bulged with power as she squeezed the wriggling champion.  With one free arm, he pawed weakly at one of her mankiller thighs, his screams of terror and pain muffled under the Amazon's massive shoulder.  For several minutes she worked her hold.  Indeed, she was like some kind of giant killer snake, her almost naked body, gleaming with sweat and oil, bulging with muscle, slowly tightening, twisting, squeezing; she was so powerful, so massive, it looked as though she could grind the weaker male into pulp if she so desired.

Growing bored with the Gladiator's lack of resistance, Cora finally released her scissors and, getting to her feet, again pulled the battered man up by his hair, jerking his head back and, with a big smile, asked, "So, I guess we know who the stronger sex really is, don't you agree, champ?"  Tony was out on his feet, held up only by the musclewoman's controlling arm,  his tongue hanging out of his slack jaw, his arms flopping down uselessly, his gold bikini ripped and torn from the furious beating he had just received.  But for a moment his glazed eyes focussed and he gasped, "Let me go! Bitch!"

Cora snarled, "Bad boy!" Then she slapped him - hard this time - reached down, and with both hands grabbed his bikini, pulling it up as hard and high as she could make it go.  She had given the city wrestling champ a wedgie!  Tony screeched in high-pitched pain as the audience broke into thunderous laughter.  Cora continue her pulling up for a few seconds, then let go.  The pathetic muscleman looked like a spastic marionette, jumping up and down, trying to pull his tiny suit back down. The massive musclewoman picked him up and bodyslammed him to the mat. Tony crumpled into a fetal position, gingerly holding his bruised balls and stomach with his hands, moaning and rolling on the canvas.

As he tried desperately to get to his hands and knees, Cora announced, "Take a break champ!" She strolled, in a parody of  ladylike daintiness, over to her small purse, which was haning off the turnbuckle in her corner.  As the audience laughed in appreciation, she pulled out a small mirror and fixed her hairdo.  Then, looking at her hands with an expression of horror, she exclaimed, "Oh dear!!  I've broken a nail!!"  She fished a emory board out of the purse and repaired the damage, and when finished,  began an impromptu posing exhibition, flexing her monster biceps and girlishly wiggling her big butt to the delight of the female members of the crowd, who now began singing the same song she had used for her theme music at the bodybuilding contest,  only changing the lyrics to, "SHE WILL, SHE WILL...ROCK YOU!!!"

Meanwhile the Gladiator had been able to crawl to the edge of the ring and was now slowly, painfully, regaining his feet, hanging on the ropes. He was in a state of shock, pain, disbelief, and fear. In his world, women worshipped at his feet, paid him for sex, and acknowledged his male superiority as he paraded arrogantly on stage in his tiny bikini.  This world was crumbling.  He had been challenged and beaten by a woman in heavyweight bodybuilding.  And now, the same woman was dominating and demolishing him in wrestling, giving him a terrific beating in front of the very women who had once regarded him as the ultimate macho muscle-god.  He looked in fear at Cora, who was slowly, sensuously,  flexing her superior muscles, enjoying herself.  Mesmerized by her giant swelling biceps, the once cocky musclestud was totally intimidated by the older lady wrestler.

The ref came over to the battered champion and advised him to submit, "You know she can do anything she wants to you, better quit before she puts you in the hospital!"  Everyone in the auditorium knew he was beaten.  He was clearly exhausted and barely able to stand.  But the Gladiator still had a small piece of pride left and refused, managing to gasp out, "N...no... I won't...I won't...submit, ...it's not over..."  The ref shook his head doubtfully, but signalled, "End it!" to Cora, who was now waiting patiently, legs spread with her hands on her hips.  "Sure ref, this won't take long! Don't worry, I won't kill him!"

As the lady heavyweight moved in for the finish, Tony's nerve broke.  He tried to slip under the ropes and escape.  But Cora was too fast.  Grabbing an ankle, she yanked him with one arm back into the ring and clenched him in a powerful bearhug, parading him around the mat.  Her massive breasts and arms squeezed out all the breath he had been able to recover on the ropes and he was unable to resist, his arms and legs pathetically jerking in protest. She whispered into his ear, "What did you say about no mercy?"

Next, Cora did something no one had ever seen a wrestler do before.  Loosening her ferocious bearhug for a moment, she reapplied the hold after trapping Tony's battered arms inside her's. Then she rotated him upside down, as he squirmed helplessly in her massive, glistening pythons, his head facing and occasionally brushing the tiny white triangle of her bikini.  Finally, she climbed high up all four ringposts in succession, swinging her prey to and fro and displaying him to the amazed audience. The Gladiator opened his eyes to find himself head down, suspended 20 feet above the auditorium's cement floor, by his female opponent. The once mighty musclestud,  wriggling frantically,  began screaming, "OH MY GOD!! SHE'S GOING TO DROP ME!! PLEASE, SOMEBODY!! DON'T LET HER DROP ME!!  DON'T LET HER DROP ME!!"  Cora had turned not just DeMille, but the entire bodybuilding and wrestling worlds, topsy turvy.

Climbing down and switching to a headlock, she dragged him over to face the ESPN camera.  For five minutes, she worked him over some more, her back muscles, shoulders, biceps and forearms glistening with sweat and oil as they rippled with exertion. After squeezing and pounding his head and neck, she pulled him to his knees and straddled him from behind, holding him up by his hair in front of the camera while she grabbed his under-jaw with her free hand.  Twisting and shaking his whole body, Cora demanded he submit to her in front of the TV audience. The male spectators were silent, shamed by the spectacle of the macho male wrestler totally at the mercy of this amazing elderly amazon. In fact, as Cora's destruction of their hero progressed, many had quietly left the auditorium, completely embarrassed.  But the females thrilled to watch this incredible turnabout:  the once invincible male champion totally under the control of a powerful lady wrestler, old enough to be his grandmother, who totally outclassed him in every way.  The Gladiator had never come close to beating, dominating and humiliating an opponent like Cora was doing to him now.  Tony no longer cared about anything except getting away from this crazy old big-breasted strongwoman who had defeated him on the posing platform and had brutally broken him in the wrestling ring. The big lady bruiser had the champ's head and upper body pulled back so hard it looked as if she would break him in two.  The crowd heard her demand, "OK, WIMP!  I've beaten you! SUBMIT OR I'LL TEAR YOUR HEAD OFF!"  The Gladiator's eyes were filled with terror and tears;  his once powerful arms hung down, twitching helplessly.  Blood dripped out of his mouth.  He looked like he'd been run over by an Abrams tank: his body covered with welts and bruises, his once sensual gold bikini in tatters. For a few seconds the battered male champion hesitated,  but after another violent squeeze and twist of his neck, he screamed,  "STOP!!! I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE!  PLEASE!!!  I GIVE! I GIVE! YOU WIN!!  YOU'RE CHAMP!!"

The bell rang, Cora let Tony's badly bruised body slip to the mat, and the ref raised her arm in victory as the emcee announced, "The winner of the match, by submission, in 41 minutes, and the new City Heavyweight Wrestling Champion, MS. Cora Jones!!"

Cora beamed with pride and joy. Her massive muscles bulged as never before in pure exultation. Her wildest dream had come true. She had outwrestled the male heavyweight champion and forced him to scream his surrender to her on the mat in front of millions. The auditorium was filled with the deafening cheers of her new fans.  It was truly the new millenium.

 Suddenly she remembered one of ex-champion's threats.  Walking over to Tony's corner,  she picked up the title belt, with its big gold frontplate engraved, CITY HEAVYWEIGHT WRESTLING CHAMPION, and smiled, "I think THIS belongs to ME now," first raising it above her head to show the crowd, then fastening it around her waist.

Then she returned to DeMille, who still lay moaning on the mat.  Grabbing him by his ankles, she announced, "OK, Tony, to the victor belongs the spoils, and YOU'RE the spoils!"  She proceeded to drag the beaten Gladiator around the ring by his heels, mocking the many times he had humiliated his victims in this exact way, as the audience roared its approval.  "Please, no...don't do this to me....please!" the beaten man was sobbing now, begging for her to stop.  But Cora just laughed.  "One more thing, dear.  Let me show you MY way of celebrating!"  She bent down, and effortlessly pulled off what was left of his trademark gold bikini. Admiring his engorged, now completely exposed cock, she licked her lips hungrily and laughed, "That's a pretty big gun you have there, cowboy!  Hope you know how to use it!"  Then, with just one python like arm she grabbed the whimpering man around the stomach and lifted him high over her head, turning slowly to display the once mighty and now completely naked male champ as her personal trophy.  The crowd quieted, completely awed by this display of pure power by the freakily muscled 64 yr old bare-bosomed grandmother in her tiny white lycra bikini.  Proudly, Cora continued holding up the defeated muscleman - his butt pointing at the ceiling as his arms and legs dangled down like a rag doll's - as she twirled his briefs on the index finger of her free hand and  told the crowd, "There's a new sheriff in town, boys and girls, and from now on female bodybuilders had better get some respect!"  Every woman in the audience rose as one and cheered the buxom stronglady as she strode out of the arena with her well earned "prize."

But what Cora really wanted at the moment was sex. Quickly.  Wrestling the Gladiator had given her the most intense case of muscle lust she had ever felt.  Placing her beaten, but still gorgeously muscled and endowed opponent over one shoulder, and affectionately patting his big buns, the city heavyweight wrestling champ climbed down from the ring and headed for the dressing room, smiling and waving to her ecstatic fans and happily telling the Gladiator, "Your tongue, your tush and your gun belong to Cora now! "

THE END