DEBBIE vs. SHERRY 
By Tex Biceps Spim33@aol.com




I wrote this story. It appeared in the November 1990 issue of "Cavalier", a 
men's magazine which devoted a section, known as "Fight Time", to female 
fighting letters. CAVALIER#2 contains sex and violence. IT IS INTENDED FOR 
MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY!

Fight Fans,

Hold on to your privates because Debbie is back to tell you about my latest 
fight. If you remember, in my last letter I beat the shit out of a skinny 
wrestler named Barbara. For those of you who don't know, I'm a bodybuilder who 
loves to kick ass and my muscular yet feminine physique, which features 24.5" 
thighs and 15-inch biceps, makes it easy for me to dominate other women.

About a week after I humiliated Barbara, the owner of the nightclub where the 
match took place called me and said his customers loved my performance against 
his star wrestler and were demanding to see me in action again. He went on to 
ask me if I would wrestle a bodybuilding friend of his named Sherry. When he 
told me she was 5' 6" and weighed 140 pounds (I'm 5' 7", 136) and that it would 
be a winner-take-all match for a substantial sum of money, I gladly agreed.

On the night of the match, the club was packed and the patrons were buzzing. The 
Master of ceremonies introduced Sherry as the challenger to a smattering of 
applause. Then he introduced me as the champion and the crowd gave me a standing 
ovation. As the M.C. explained to the audience that we were going to compare 
physiques then arm wrestle before the main event, Sherry took off her black 
satin robe, revealing a blue posing bikini. I could not help noticing this 
pretty blue-eyed redhead looked very strong. I stripped down to my tiny, shiny-
gold bikini.

The M.C. asked if we were ready, then told us to hit our best leg pose. I 
brought the thick, sweeping muscles of my thighs to attention and swiveled each 
on the tip of my toes to show my hard, diamond-shaped calves. While posing I 
looked over at Sherry and saw that her legs were bigger than mine but not as 
defined. There was no question her lower body was her main source of strength.

Next, we were asked to hit a side-chest shot. As we both flexed our pecs, I 
could see I had an advantage in this area. Sherry's almost-flat chest could not 
compare with my hard, bulging, D-cup tits and her shoulders weren't nearly as 
broad as mine, or as densely muscled.

The final pose was a double biceps shot. I waited for Sherry to flex and saw her 
arms were muscular--about thirteen or fourteen inches. Her biceps were full, but 
had little definition while her triceps were scrawny. Determined to press my 
advantage, I slowly lifted my arms straight out to the side then flexed my 
fifteen-inch guns. I squeezed hard to bring out the peaks of my biceps and round 
out the arcs of my powerful triceps. To make clear my superiority in this area, 
I moved closer to the redhead and flexed my arms again.

The host told us to relax and proceeded to determine the winner by crowd 
response. The crowd's thunderous cheers when the M.C. held his hand above my 
head, made it clear who won and after he raised my arm victoriously, we moved 
over to the special arm-wrestling table. As we placed our elbows in the cups and 
clasped hands, my gaze met Sherry's. She looked determined. The M.C. counted 1-
2-3 and our straining biceps jumped to attention. From the start, I was 
surprised by my opponent's strength. It took all my power just to keep her from 
gaining an advantage.

But as the match went on, I could see fatigue in her eyes. So I poured it on, my 
biceps exploding, veins popping, until I began to push her arm down slowly at 
first, then faster until I smashed her knuckles to the table with a resounding 
CRACK! Once again, the M.C. raised my arm in victory as the crowd roared. I then 
hit a few muscle shots for an encore as he asked the crowd, "Are you ready to 
see these amazons wrestle?" 

We made our way to the ring as the M.C. announced this would be a single 
submission match. My domination of the physique and arm-wrestling contests made 
me supremely confident. When the bell rang, I made my way to the center of the 
ring. Realizing I had an advantage in upper body strength, I wrapped the redhead 
in a headlock, my powerful arm muscles rippling as I applied pressure. Sherry's 
face began to turn all shades of blue as I squeezed. In desperation, she wrapped 
an arm around my waist and pushed me over her outstretched leg, sending us 
tumbling to the mat and causing me to release the headlock. With surprising 
quickness, she slipped her strong legs around my midsection in a classic 
scissorlock. Her thigh muscles bulged  with power as she began squeezing the air 
out of me. I tried to pry her legs apart, but to no avail. Now I was desperate! 
I couldn't breathe and Sherry was asking if I'd submit. With what breath I had 
left, I grunted "NO!" then punched her in the stomach several times until she 
released the hold.

We both got slowly to our feet. Sherry began complaining to the referee (who was 
also the M.C.) about what she considered to be illegal punches. I took advantage 
of her diverted attention, ran straight at her and hit her with a clothesline 
that sent her crashing to the canvas. In a flash, I forced her face down on the 
mat, placed my foot on the small of her back, grabbed her wrists and pulled her 
arms straight behind her. I heard her back pop as I applied pressure to the 
surfboard hold. She screamed and the ref asked her if she submitted. She shook 
her head--NO! I pulled harder, her back arched even further and she soon shouted 
her submission.

I stood up and took in the roar of my appreciative fans. While I celebrated, the 
redhead got up off the mat, moved in my direction and began yelling, If I'd 
known we could punch, I would've knocked you out, bitch!"

I turned and replied, "If I'd REALLY punched you, you'd still be flat on your 
ass!" Sherry was livid and without warning she threw a haymaker that I barely 
had time to duck under. Instinctively, I rifled two hard jabs that tattooed her 
forehead and forced her back a couple of steps. I shot a quick glance at the ref 
to see if he was going to break us up. Instead, he was smiling excitedly, so I 
got down to business

The raging redhead rushed me and I stopped her in her tracks with another stiff 
jab, then followed with a sizzling overhand right that smashed her left eye. As 
she stood there stunned, I hit her with a right to the gut, a left hook to the 
chest, then another overhand right to the face--the combination put her on her 
ass. I moved in for the kill but Sherry, her left eyes almost swollen shut, 
waved her hands and shouted, "No more...no more!" Still furious, I pushed her 
roughly onto her back, put one foot square on her chest, then flexed my biceps 
in triumph as fans rushed the ring to congratulate me.

As will all my fights, I was able to enjoy the fruits of victory. Men love a 
woman who can fight and my victory over Sherry has provided sexual as well as 
fighting opportunities. In fact, my new main squeeze is in the process of 
arranging a fight with a so-called Amazon--you know .... a lard ass. 

DEBBIE