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Deadlier Than the Male
by supreme

The noise was deafening around the wrestling pit as Braxton tried one more time to break his opponent's hold.  He'd never been in this much trouble before; hell, he'd never been in ANY trouble before - he was undefeated in over a hundred matches.  A college champion and highly successful bodybuilder, he'd always crushed his challengers before, hardly even breaking a sweat.  But now he was drenched in sweat, battered and bruised all over from the beating he'd taken, and was slowly being crushed in the most punishing, powerful bodyscissors he'd ever encountered.  Groaning in pain, he pulled and tugged as hard as he could, trying desperately to loosen the vicelike pressure of his opponent's enormous, naked, muscled thighs, wrapped tightly around his aching body.

But her thighs were too strong.  Jenna laughed, "No way you're getting out of my scissors big boy!" as Braxton screamed in pain and humiliation. 

For it was true.  Braxton could scarcely believe it but it was true. The audience, too, could scarcely believe it.  He was being outwrestled, overpowered and totally dominated on the mat by a woman, a woman who now had him on the verge of total defeat.

Two weeks ago it had seemed like almost a joke, and without a doubt, a sure thing.  He had been challenged by Jenna St. Clair, a member of the radical group, Extreme Female Bodybuilding, to a public wrestling match.  No time limit.  Submissions only.  At first he'd scoffed at the uppity female bodybuilder's challenge.  The EFBB had split off from mainstream bodybuilding several years ago, its members fed up with weight and size discrimination against the more muscular female bodybuilders in contests.  The EFBB promised it would encourage women to beef and bulk up as much as humanly possible, to push the envelope in physical development and - most controversial of all - challenge men to intergender contests, demanding that male bodybuilders acknowledge women bodybuilders as equal competitors and rivals, onstage in posedowns and even in combat sports, including wrestling and boxing.

At first, the bodybuilding establishment had ignored the EFBB, but by suing through the courts it had gained the right to compete in regular bodybuilding contests, and a growing number of its members had entered male contests, at first in the lighter weight categories, but, as EFBB members developed greater size and weight, as middle and recently even as heavyweights.  These musclewomen had more than held their own against the men, frequently winning their weight class against scandalized MBB's.  And two weeks ago Jenna St. Clair, at 225 rock hard pounds, had been the first woman in history to win the heavyweight division against males, outmuscling over 40 stunned MBB's to take the title in the East Florida Classic.  Even more shocking, the gorgeous brunette, a 45 year old former model & now a "muscle mom" of college age children, had competed barebreasted, clad only in a fire-engine red bikini bottom that contrasted sensually with her darkly tanned skin.  Then, as she accepted the champion's trophy, she had challenged Braxton - the previous year's champion who was not competing this year - to a no time limit, submissions only wrestling match for his state wrestling title.

The male bodybuilding federation advised the amused Braxton - who at first viewed the whole thing as a joke - to accept Jenna's challenge.  She was only trying to gain credibility for the EFBB, and once Braxton had defeated and humiliated her on the mat, as everyone expected him to, the upstart women could be put back in their place - way behind the men, and perhaps out of bodybuilding altogether.
So Braxton agreed to wrestle Jenna in two weeks, at the exclusive South Beach Hot Bodies Club, the most prestigious and expensive sports club in the Miami area.

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The night of the match Braxton had stepped into the fighting pit full of confidence at 230 sculpted muscular pounds and wearing only a brief purple bikini that showed off all his "assets" for the viewing pleasure of the many females in the audience, which was composed of the buff and beautiful members of the Miami bodybuilding and fitness community.  He paraded around the pit flexing and showing off and waited for his opponent to arrive.

When Jenna stepped into the pit she was wearing a short terrycloth jacket, but as she disrobed Braxton had been impressed (and aroused) in spite of himself.   Because the "musclemom" was as stunningly beautiful as she was masssively muscled.  In a daring red bikini and again barebreasted, Jenna's proud, teardrop shaped boobs jutted provocatively at her opponent and she smiled engagingly to the crowd as she, too, paraded around the ring, flexing her enormous muscles, which Braxton had to admit were fully as big and ripped as his.  He found her self-assurance irritating-surely she should be scared to face off against a hulk like him! He was also annoyed that she was accompanied into the pit by a very young, teenage black boy, obviously a junior bodybuilder.  He was also clad in a tiny red bikini (which revealed him to be even more well endowed than Braxton and which drew some lasciviously admiring comments from the females in the audience) and seemed to be on very familiar terms with Jenna - the two were affectionately fondling each other as he massaged her shoulders and helped her remove her jacket.  He was obviously her trainer and perhaps sparring partner (and more?) as well, and finally stepped back out of the ring.  But despite his irritation, Braxton was entranced by Jenna's skimpy red bikini, curving erotically down toward her mondus venus, which it sensually outlined.  Above all,  Braxton and the spectators quickly realized that Jenna's most incredible feature was her oak-tree like legs and thighs, curvingly feminine, yet sheathed in thick rippling cords of bulging, ropelike muscle.  Braxton was proud of his own legs, but realized with a start that the musclewoman's were superior.   "I'll have to stay away from those," he thought to himself.

Still, as the bell rang and the two fighters clenched in the middle of the mat, Braxton was certain he would easily defeat his female challenger.  Although surprised at Jenna's strength, he used his college experience to quickly gain the advantage, putting Jenna into some painful holds and keeping her on the defensive through the first part of the match.

But try as he might, the big male couldn't catch the lady wrestler in a submission hold.  Jenna was fast, faster than he was, and she deftly eluded him all over the mat, tiring him out in the process.  "What's the matter, champ?  Too slow or too clumsy?" she taunted, infuriating Braxton.  Soon he was gasping for breath and drenched in sweat, though Jenna finally seemed to be willing to lock up and actually wrestle with him as he slowed down.

Much later, Braxton realized Jenna had deliberately worn him out chasing her.  Because when she finally slowed down and locked up with him he was shocked to realize she was even stronger than she had first seemed, indeed she was at least as strong as he was, not nearly as winded, and was now the aggressor, attacking him with hold after hold that he had to use all his reamaining strength to escape from.  Soon the two wrestlers were thrashing violently all over the mat, rolling, struggling, pushing, shoving, fighting furiously for supremacy, their massive, sweat soaked, bikini clad bodies writhing, coiling, grappling, straining against each other, their muscles bulging ever larger as the excited audience cheered louder and louder at the intergender fight to the finish.

At 20 minutes, Jenna caught Braxton in a neck-scissors and the crowd roared.  At that point, for the first time in his wrestling career, the big male was scared, realizing with a shock that he could actually lose.  He twisted wildly and fought back with all his strength but Jenna HAD him!  She cinched in her scissors even more, but when she sensed Braxton was losing consciousness she eased the pressure - she wanted to completely, totally, utterly destroy him on the mat,  before finishing him off.  That way, everyone would know her victory was no fluke.  Finally releasing her neck scissors, she pulled the dazed Braxton to his feet by his hair and loaded him onto her broad shoulders for an airplane spin before dumping him back on the mat and applying hold after punishing hold to the rapidly fading muscleman.  Braxton was barely conscious now, just hanging on, trying to survive.  When he felt Jenna's smooth, rockcrusher legs coil around his torso he realized she was about to finish him off and screamed, "Nooooooooooo!!!  Nooooooooo!!!!"

But the brunette strongwoman was relentless.  Determined to prove she was both stronger and a better wrestler than the heavily favored male, Jenna wrapped her thighs around the wriggling Braxton like a python coiling around its prey, squeezing with a crushing, rib-breaking power that awed everyone watching and caused her victim to moan in pain and fear as he fruitlessly tried to pry her mighty legs apart with his hands.  The scene was incredibly erotic as the pretty brunette musclemom's thighs looked like a giant anaconda, glistening and gleaming in the bright ring light as they seemed to slowly, slowly crush and swallow the whimpering male wrestler

The spectators bloodlust was boiling.  They demanded, "Finish him!  Finish him" so loudly it drowned out Jenna's grunts of strain and Braxton's howls of pain.  Jenna's naked oiled thighs were bulging bigger and bigger, pulsating, exploding with power as the once proud male wrestler flailed helplessly like a small child in her deadly grip.  Slowly, the musclewoman rotated her thighs toward the ceiling and lay on her back, suspending her helpless opponent like a rag doll above the mat.  This was what she had trained for.  Now she and her sister EFBB members would get the respect they deserved.  Jenna snarled, "OK, stud!  I've BEATEN you!  Admit it!  SUBMIT NOW or I'll break your ribs!"

Braxton needed no persuading.  "I submit!  I SUBMIT!  Please!  Put me down!  PLEASE! PUT ME DOWN!"

Jenna smiled and ever so gently lowered the beaten man to the mat, opening her scissors to let him sprawl on the canvas.  But not quite satisfied with his surrender, she jumped to her feet and, grabbing a fistful of Braxton's hair, pulled him to his knees, facing her and forcing him to look up to her face.  "So, tough guy, who's stronger?"  "YOU are!"  "And who's the better wrestler?"  "YOU are!"  "And who's the new state champ?"  "YOU are!"  Jenna smiled and releasd her grip on Braxton's hair, letting him slide down her sweat slick legs to collapse on his back between her massively muscled legs.  She looked out at the audience and made eye contact with the male bodybuilders.  "You guys better realize this is only the beginning!  I can take any one of you, on the posing platform or the wrestling mat!  And so can a lot of other women!  Better get used to it, studs!" The men, intimidated, couldn't hold her challenging gaze and looked down at the floor.  Standing over the now unconscious ex-champ, the new champ gave her luxuriant brunette mane a vigorous shake and laughed as she hit an awesome double biceps shot for the crowd, which again broke into cheers, "Oh dear!  I bet my hair's a mess!  And I broke a nail too!" 

Then her handsome young bikini clad ebony attendant climbed back into the ring with a small towel.  He was Reg Tyler, a high school wrestler and bodybuilder from the same school Jenna's kids had attended.  He was only 15, but after seeing him wrestle  Jenna had indeed hired him as her trainer, masseuse, and sparring partner, and they quickly developed, in their intense, scantily clad sessions on the mat, a strong case of muscle lust for each other.  Jenna pulled the well-hung black stud into her arms for a long, wet victory kiss, and squeezed his buns as their magnificently muscled bodies rubbed erotically together and almost melted into each other as they embraced.  The lusty musclewoman announced to the crowd, "Can't wait to get home with Reg! Then we'll have a REAL wrestling match!"






THE END!

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Stories in this collection:

Deadlier Than the Male

75 yr old Musclelady on the Beach
 
Girl Power vs Man Power


75 yr old Musclelady on the Beach
by Supreme


This isn't a story but a report of what I saw on a beach about two summers ago.  I was still into bodybuilding at the time, visiting South Padre Island on a business trip, and decided to take a stroll down the beach in my posing bikini - being a typical musclestud I like checking out the babes and (even more) like them checking me out as I flaunt my "assets" down the strand. It was a typical hot, blue-sky day, fairly crowded with tourists, and I was getting a lot of attention, my big snake - clearly outlined by the thin stretched out lycra of my purple bikini - was lightly bouncing as I walked -  but I soon completely forgot about showing off -- I saw something which boggled my mind, like nothing I'd ever seen before, and totally captured my attention.

Up the beach about 50 yards I could see a small crowd surrounding what looked like a man and a woman - doing some kind of posing routine - whom I guessed might be bodybuilders. As I drew near for a closer look my jaw dropped. The man was a typical 20something blonde beachstud, noticeably well-hung, sporting a "hot pink" reddish bikini, flexing his biceps for the ogling spectators. But they weren't really ogling HIM...it was his posing partner they were really staring at.

Because SHE was not only bigger, more muscular, more ripped, & more buff than HE was, she was obviously MUCH older...with white hair, a somewhat wrinkled face, at least in her mid-60s (she turned out to be 75!). This amazing looking musclewoman was INCREDIBLY buff! At 5'11" she was taller than both her young partner & me, and had packed on so much massive muscle that she weighed 235 pounds!  And she was not shy about showing it off - she was aggressively flaunting & flexing her rippling, bulging, heavily oiled muscles for the fascinated beach-goers - clad only in an outrageously teeny white bikini, which contrasted sensuously with her darkly tanned skin and was really nothing more than a taut, snug pouch for her pudenda and a slightly larger bit of lycra stretched over about 1/4th of her muscular buns, all held together by a few inches of elastic string.  Her overmatched bra was just a suggestion, exposing most of her imposing boobs and revealing over half of her aureoles to public viewing.  And this freaked out musclegranny was enjoying the show she was putting on - overshadowing & outclassing her posing partner - smiling & chatting with the tourists as they watched and filmed her or took her picture.

Then she saw me. I have to admit I was getting turned on - big time - by this almost naked elderly amazon who sported a physique superior to most MALE bodybuilders half her age & was flexing her huge muscles for us in the hot sun.  My snake was out of control, totally engorged & starting to spit oily precum, plunging through the thin restraining lycra of my bikini, trying to break free - something which several women in the crowd, and the musclelady herself, noticed. "HEY THERE, MUSCLES!" she called out, "I LIKE your suit! Come over here so I can get a closer look!"  She stopped her posing routine as I walked over, asking stupidly, "Are you a bodybuilder?" "DUH! What do YOU think, handsome?," she laughed. "Here, check out my guns!" She flexed up a pair of mountainous biceps as I stepped nearer. "Give 'em a squeeze, sonny!" By now we were standing so close together my engorged cock was making electric contact with the front of her bikini, which was so tight it outlined her labial lips. As I felt her rock hard, grapefruit sized biceps, our muscled thighs began rubbing together & my snake was boldly probing her mondus venus under her own thin bikini. Her hips responded with a little forward motion of their own & someone in the crowd exclaimed, "They're doing the lambada!" The musclewoman grunted with sensual pleasure & whispered, "Not bad, hunk! By the way, I'm Myrtle. How do you like my muscles?"  I stammered, "Wow...they're...HUGE! They're...they're bigger than mine!" The crowd was following our little muscle-lambada & tete-a-tete with growing excitement. They were getting aroused by seeing a couple of hunky young musclemen, in teeny bikinis, outflexed & outclassed by this massively muscled older lady bodybuilder in her own teeny bikini.  I heard a voice call out, "You two should wrestle!"  "HEY! That's a GREAT idea! I LOVE to wrestle! How 'bout it, big boy? How 'bout a friendly match? I need some exercise this afternoon!" I couldn't believe the brazeness of this old lady muscle freak, she was challenging me to a public wrestling match! I told her she would probably get hurt, and that I had wrestled in college so she didn't have a chance. Myrtle didn't like that and snorted, "What's the matter, scared I'd beat you?"  Then her young musclestud posing partner chimed in, "She COULD beat you, you know...she's beaten me a bunch of times...and I wrestled in college too!"  The musclelady laughed, "That's right! I KO'd Ric here just last night with a bodyscissors & sleeper, but he put up a good fight!" Ric was standing next to us now, a little too close I thought - maybe he was jealous of the erotic physical contact between Myrtle & me. Myrtle had one hand on my hip but leaned over with her other and slapped him - hard but playfully - on his bikinied butt. This was one amazing old musclelady!  She smiled again, "It's OK though...I already have a match tonight, with the local bodybuilding champ - can't wait to make him submit to me on the mat! But you should come watch me wrestle him!"

To make a long report short(er), at that point Myrtle & Ric ended their impromptu posing routine & we walked down the beach together - attracting a lot of attention - partly as a trio of scantily clad, heavyweight bodybuilders, but mostly because the shockingly muscular & sensual physique of the much older female was clearly superior to those of her muscular male companions.  I agreed to attend Myrtle's intergender wrestling match as a spectator that evening in her condo gym. It turned out that the white haired musclewoman - a very wealthy widow - owned several condos on South Padre and was making an inspection tour of her properties.  Ric was a local bodybuilder & beach stud whom she had hired as her trainer & sparring partner during her stay (Ric, it was clear, was also the musclewoman's "full service" gigolo & boy toy!).  After attending her first bodybuilding contest as a spectator 10 years previously, after her husband died, Myrtle decided to start lifting weights to "stay young," and then had become obsessed with building muscle and getting big. Myrtle eventually became fanatically dedicated to pumping iron, staying in tiptop shape, and - after realizing she could equal or surpass male competitors in size & muscularity - loved to compete against men on the bodybuilding stage and the wrestling mat. She told me she had competed in many contests, especially in South America, at the senior masters level and had actually won some very exciting and erotic posedowns against far younger male bodybuilders. She had also become fascinated by submission wrestling and after watching a few matches decided to become a wrestler herself, and challenge men on the mat. She proved to be a natural - despite her age - as a bodybuilder and wrestler.  I learned she had beaten over 50 men in grueling matches over the past 5 years - where both grapplers wore only teeny bikinis & Myrtle fought bare-breasted, usually in front of small, elite crowds of fellow bodybuilders & wrestlers.

Myrtle insisted that I wear only my bikini to her match, which would be preceded by a party at her condo. "All guests at my matches must be beautiful people," she claimed, "so I like them to let it all hang out, like I do!"  Indeed, everyone else would be scantily clad as well, she promised.  I looked forward to the evening with considerable anticipation.   

[Jeremy Lightning]

Love it, always been a fan of your stories, Supreme, though some of them don't go quite as far as I would, still, the thought of a grandmother or even-great grandmother whose muscles equal those of a big heavyweight male bodybuilder has always been really cool to me. K+!

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Thanks, Jeremy. I always appreciate your feedback. I'm mostly on deviant art these days, under supreme006. BTW, we haven't seen the last of big Myrtle, the beach musclelady. I'll be posting about what I saw when she wrestled the local men's bodybuilding champ at her condo gym on South Padre Island beach.

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New story by Supreme....

Girl Power vs Man Power
by supreme
A teenage muscle-girl challenges an arrogant male bodybuilding champ to a unique contest.

The Western States Bodybuilding Championship was in an uproar and an excited buzz filled the auditorium. Lizzy, the sensational teenage girl bodybuilding sensation, had just challenged 37 yr old, “Brutal Bruno,” the ultra-macho male heavyweight champ, to an unprecedented contest: both bodybuilders would take turns trying to body-scissor each other into submission. Lizzy had fallen in love with bodybuilding since attending her first contest as a spectator at age 10. She had talked her parents into buying her a set of weights, and began training under the supervision of the best coaches her wealthy and indulgent parents could afford. The young girl had proved a natural, quickly gaining muscle mass and definition, which accelerated after the onset of puberty early on after turning 12. She began competing in bodybuilding contests while still 12 and had created a sensation with her precocious muscularity. Now 18, the pretty blonde had become the youngest person ever to win the women’s heavyweight division, at a massive 175 pounds, with 17” biceps. A true bodybuilding prodigy, the pony-tailed teenager had earned a reputation for brazen cockiness by demanding the right to compete against men in her weight class, and has predicted she will eventually become the first female Mr. Olympia!

Meanwhile, Bruno had become the hottest star in male bodybuilding and wrestling, easily defeating rivals on the posing platform and demolishing them on the wrestling mat in brutal beat-downs. Magnificently built – a true muscle Adonis – he was adored by female fans for his powerful and almost naked physique, which he loved to flaunt on-stage in a tiny, lycra posing bikini that highlighted his heavily oiled muscles, as well as his prominent butt and eye-catching cock, thrusting boldly through the thin, stretched out fabric of his bikini almost to the breaking point, which bounced provocatively as he strode back and forth across the stage. Notorious for his huge ego and arrogance, Bruno was also well known for his hostile attitude towards female bodybuilding, dismissing muscle-women as “puny-steroid-wannabe-men.”

Lizzy had watched the preening muscleman’s insulting, misogynist behavior towards the women in the contest with growing anger. Finally, she had had enough. The 5’7” muscle-girl had marched up to the much bigger muscle-man, 6’ and 240 pounds, as both were receiving their trophies on-stage, and challenged, “You think you’re better than women, mister, but in a couple of years I’ll be bigger and stronger than you, and I’ll beat you onstage in bodybuilding, and on the mat in wrestling! And right now, I bet I can make you my bitch by squeezing you into submission with my legs!”

It was an amazing moment. The auditorium was shocked into silence. The two magnificently muscled bodybuilders, both clad only in the teeniest posing bikinis, toe to toe in an unprecedented, sensual showdown between the sexes as the other bodybuilders and the audience looked on in shocked silence. 

At first, Bruno laughed in astonishment…who was this young girl, challenging him to a squeeze-off? – crazy! But then he was enraged to be challenged by any female, especially a pony-tailed teen. He looked down into the cocky girl’s face and snarled, “You can’t talk to me like that, you little pipsqueak! You’re on! I’ll crush you like a bug!” Lizzy snarled back, “Oh yeah?” The two bodybuilders were so close their thighs were in contact; indeed Lizzy was boldly pushing her chest against the surprised muscleman. Staring him in the eyes, she flexed up her huge biceps. Despite her age, they rivaled or even surpassed many of the male bodybuilders in the contest! “Take a look at these, mister! They’re almost as big as your’s and soon they’ll be bigger! You’ll look puny compared to me!” 

The male champ stared at the pretty teen’s biceps and saw they really were big – she could have competed in the men’s contest and done well! He realized with a shock that they were bigger than his had been just three or four years ago! In fact, the incredible 18 yr old muscle-girl was bigger and buffer overall than he had been until the last few years! And she was rapidly nearing equality with his present physique! This was outrageous; the uppity girl bodybuilder had to be put in her place, now – as well as the other gender-bending muscle-women, many of whom had also been demanding the right to compete against men in bodybuilding. What better place to teach these females a lesson in male superiority than before the audience of bodybuilding fans which had just cheered him to his 3rd consecutive heavyweight championship?

The showdown was quickly arranged; a mat was brought out on-stage. Bruno would go first, wrapping his powerful thighs around the muscle-girl in a crushing scissors. Other bodybuilders of both sexes stood around the stage in their posing bikinis, adding to the sensual excitement of the moment. The males were snickering derisively, laughing about the “little girl whom Bruno would send back to her dollies.”

The two rivals strutted their stuff for the crowd as the mat was unrolled, flexing their huge, brightly oiled muscles, doing their best poses, waving to the aroused audience. Bruno was much bigger, but the spectators noted with excitement that pound for pound, Lizzy matched his physique in raw musculature – indeed, she was even more densely muscled! And her thighs were actually very close in size to the muscleman’s. They might even have surpassed his! More than a few sharp-eyed spectators observed this as Lizzy paraded around the stage in her teeny bikini, flexing and un-flexing, flaunting her her massive muscles, “Wow! Just look at that girl’s thighs! Tree trunks! She could crush rocks with those monsters! I never thought I’d see a teenage girl with freaked out muscles that rival the men!” “That’s not all…I heard she’s quite a wrestler. She supposedly beat the male state high school champ, a 220 pounder who’d never been defeated before, in a private, submissions only match…I heard he had to be carried out of the ring after he screamed submission to her, and dropped out of school the next week.” “Yeah…but she’s bitten off more than she can chew in challenging Bruno…nobody’s ever survived his body-scissors…he’ll make mincemeat of her!”

With the mat ready Bruno and Lizzy got into sitting positions, with Bruno close behind the strong-girl. Quickly he wrapped his powerful thighs around her midsection, awaiting the ref’s signal to begin. Bruno would have 15 minutes to make Lizzy submit, but he didn’t expect to use more than a minute or two. “I’m gonna make you squeal and beg for mercy girlie!” “Don’t count on it, mister! But give me your best shot; I don’t want any excuses when this is over and I submit you in front of all these people!”

The teenager’s taunt was too much for the machoman. Before the ref could signal the start, Bruno tightened his legs around Lizzy and applied his most punishing body-scissors, pouring on the pressure and shouting, “Why, you bitch! I’m gonna make you suffer before I let you submit!”

Lizzy grunted with Bruno’s initial burst of pressure, but was not intimidated. “Hey, big man! Can’t you do better than that?” For the next five minutes Bruno squeezed with all his might, a confident sneer on his face, but the muscle-girl appeared unfazed. The wrestler being scissored was not allowed to actively resist in any way or try to break the hold but simply had to take the pressure until he or she submitted or time ran out. But Lizzy was proving tougher – much tougher – than Bruno expected. The male bodybuilders in the crowd were demanding he finish his pretty young opponent off, “C’mon, Bruno…what are you waiting for? Submit her!” Cursing with frustration, Bruno leaned back on his arms for greater leverage and began grunting with effort; his huge thighs rippled and swelled with power as he put everything he had into his hold. 

But after 14 minutes, Lizzy was still smiling, easily handling Bruno’s most powerful scissors, and the muscleman was clearly frustrated, sweating heavily, grunting loudly, straining, “C’mon you little bitch! Submit! Dammit, submit!” “No way, mister! In a few minutes I’ll be doing the squeezing and you’ll be submitting!” The audience was laughing and cheering…for Lizzy! The female bodybuilders were taunting their male counterparts, the only ones not cheering the muscle-girl, “This is only the beginning boys! Musclewomen are getting bigger and stronger every day and soon we’ll be entering and winning your contests, and showing everyone who the stronger sex really is!”

On the mat, the big male was getting desperate…and tiring…how can this brash bitch be so tough?...he had to beat this girl now! Suddenly Bruno punched the back of Lizzy’s head with his fist, then lifted her up into the air with his legs and crashed her back down hard on the mat, “SUBMIT, BITCH! NOW!” he screamed. The crowd booed the illegal move and the ref warned Bruno to stop, but he was out of control and ignored him. For almost 5 more minutes – 20 in all – Bruno squeezed and punched and smashed Lizzy to the mat, but she took it all without submitting. The spectators were jeering, loudly voicing their disapproval of Bruno’s dirty tactics, but he responded with, “Fuck off!.” Then the pretty teen bodybuilder announced, “OK, Bruno…you’ve more than had your chance…it’s MY turn now!” She dug her hands inside Bruno’s legs and began applying tremendous outward pressure as her biceps bulged with power, her ski-slope triceps spreading out like a cobra’s…the muscleman’s eyes widened in disbelief…this “pipsqueak” was not only tough, she was strong, very strong! He redoubled his effort, but she was loosening his hold! The audience watched in amazement…suddenly Bruno’s legs popped open as he slumped backward and gasped in exhaustion. Lizzy had broken his scissors! 

The crowd was in an uproar – cheering and excited shouting filled the auditorium. Everyone was anticipating what the young muscle-girl would do next. No one had expected her to last longer than a minute, but Lizzy had not only endured over 15 minutes of Bruno’s scissors without submitting, she had broken his hold! No one had ever beaten the machoman’s bodyscissors, until now!

Bruno was still on the mat, stunned at his failure and gasping for breath as Lizzy jumped to her feet and stood over him, hands on hips, looking down, an evil grin on her pretty face. “OK, mister…get ready! I’m going to show you what a real scissors feels like!” The crowd was going wild at this role reversal – usually it was Bruno, standing over his opponent, doing the intimidating, but now the muscle-girl was demanding he get into position so she could scissor him…and the big man looked tired and worried, even scared – he was not looking forward to being scissored by the girl dynamo. Reluctantly he positioned himself on the mat as Lizzy sat close behind him. She had her legs spread wide several inches from Bruno’s torso, but when the ref signaled the start she slammed them together with an audible thud, clamping her thighs tight around the muscleman in a crushing vice.

Bruno gasped in pain! He was in trouble! He had never expected Lizzy to have so much power in her legs! Her scissors was like nothing he’d ever felt before – the pain was terrible and within seconds he was having difficulty breathing. “Arrrrggghhhh!” Bruno couldn’t help groaning from the shock of the tremendous squeeze Lizzy was applying to his naked torso. For the first time in his wrestling career, he was afraid. My god! How could this little girl be so strong? She’s stronger than me!! He started yelling, “You bitch! I’m gonna get you…you little bitch!” Everyone could see Bruno was feeling the effects of the blonde muscle-girl’s punishment – after less than a minute his face was contorted in agony – the crushing pressure was excruciating! Bruno began twisting and contorting his body – against the rules – and then started trying to pry Lizzy’s legs apart with his hands. It was all illegal – the audience jeered him again - but it didn’t help him. Try as he might, the girl bodybuilder – wrestler had her hold cinched in too tight, and her legs were too strong – she was like an Anaconda, squeezing and crushing its prey! Totally desperate now, unable to breath, Bruno began slugging the strong-girl’s vice-grip thighs with his fists in a last attempt to loosen her hold.

It only made things worse. Lizzy had had enough of his cheating and insults. Leaning back on her hands, she rotated her hips and raised the struggling man into the air, suspending him over the mat with her massively muscled thighs in a move requiring enormous brute strength. Again, the crowd went wild – Bruno was helpless! Rotating her hips downward she smashed him back on the mat, butt first! He screamed in pain as Lizzy again raised him off the canvas with her massively muscled thighs, smashed him down on the mat and lifted him back up into the air, applying even more pressure.

Bruno’s nerve broke – he panicked; his screaming became continuous as he wriggled in the air – arms flailing wildly - like a worm caught on a hook, suspended above the mat between the muscle-girl’s hugely swollen, crushing thighs, a terrorized look on his face. The once cocky muscleman was now begging to be rescued from the brutal hold the girl wrestler had him in. “No…nooooo! I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe! Help me! Please! Somebody help me! She’s killing me!! SHE’s KILLING ME! Make her let go!!!” The ref leaned down and advised him, “She doesn’t have to let you go until you submit or time runs out, and she’s still got 11 minutes…she’s got you tied up pretty good, Bruno…better submit before she injures you.” With the last vestige of male pride the struggling muscleman shook his head furiously, “No! Never! I won’t…I won’t!…I won’t submit to a girl!”

“OH YES YOU WILL!” Lizzy shouted, to Bruno and the audience. She was ready to finish him off. She grabbed him by the top of his hair with one hand, viciously jerking his head around, “OK, mister…there’s no escape! I’ve beaten you! Submit or I break your ribs! SUBMIT!!” Bruno’s eyes bulged in terror. She had him! Another burst of power from her thighs forced an even louder scream from the big male wrester.

The auditorium was in a frenzy! The female spectators and bodybuilders were chanting, “Girl Power! GIRL POWER!” and “Take him! TAKE HIM!” The muscle-girl’s freakily muscled thighs squeezed the screaming muscleman’s torso harder and harder as she suspended him above the mat. Both wrestler-bodybuilders were dripping with sweat, their huge muscles glistening and bulging in the bright stage light. Bruno was in writhing in agony and totally terrified of his young opponent. Finally, he screamed, “MY RIBS!! MY RIBS!! PLEASE!!! STOP!! STOP!!! I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE!!!! I SUBMIT!!! YOU’VE BEATEN ME!!!! I SUBMIT!!! I SUBMIT!!! JUST PLEASE!!! STOP!!! AIIEEEEEEEE!!!!!”

Bruno’s body went limp – he’d passed out!! Lizzy had KOd him with her deadly thighs!!! Releasing her killer hold, standing and straddling Bruno with her powerfully muscled, naked legs, she slapped her victim awake, again grabbing a fistful of the beaten man’s hair and pulled him to his knees, forcing him to look up into her pretty young face and then look out at the audience as she jerked his head back and forth, and taunted him, “That’s right, mister…you’re not so tough now, are you? You’re my bitch! SAY IT!” Bruno was too exhausted, battered, and frightened to resist, totally defeated. His once powerful arms hung down limply to the mat and tears streamed down his cheeks as he looked up into his conqueror’s face and whimpered, “Yes! Yes! I’m your bitch! I’m your bitch! Please! Don’t hurt me anymore, Lizzy! You beat me fair and square …I’m your bitch!! (sob!)”

But Lizzy wasn’t quite finished with her man, “Step out of those panties, bitch! They’re going on my trophy wall! Hand ‘em over! NOW!” Meekly, the beaten muscleman struggled to his feet and – in total humiliation and embarrassment - stepped out of his tiny posing bikini and submissively presented it to the pony-tailed strong-girl wrestler. Lizzy spun it above her head with one finger as the audience roared with delight. 

The emcee announced to the cheering spectators, “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the bodybuilding champions’ inter-gender squeeze-off, in 4 minutes, 22 seconds, by submission, muscle-girl Lizzy!” 

The pretty teenager smiled and flexed both her mountain-sized biceps for the adoring crowd as her victory pose, slowly turning them left and right to give everyone a better look at her glistening, rippling muscles. Keeping one bicep flexed, Lizzy pointed at the beaten, former macho-man, who had collapsed in a heap on-stage from exhaustion, and ordered, “Now get out of here, wimp! If I ever see you in a bodybuilding contest again, I’ll kick your ass all over the place!”

Bruno was a broken man. His reputation, his ego and his macho pride had been destroyed by Lizzy’s crushing scissors. Sobbing in shame, he struggled to his feet and limped off the stage, buck naked, gingerly holding his injured ribs. He collapsed again and was taken to an ER and spent the night in the hospital – the “little girl” bodybuilder had cracked three of his ribs! He quit bodybuilding the next day and has never been seen since. Rumor has it that he works as an assistant in a florist shop.

Lizzy recently celebrated her 19th birthday and has been allowed to compete with the men at the next European Bodybuilding Championship in Rome. She has also been admitted into a previously all male submission-wrestling league. Last week, she won her debut match against a seasoned, 25 yr old college champion, inflicting a terrific beating and then forcing his surrender to her Boston Crab just before passing out. His bikini is displayed alongside Bruno’s on the muscle-girl wrestler’s trophy wall. The girl wrestler boasts she will soon have the wall covered with the bikinis of the men she has beaten on the mat. Lizzy is now at 190 pounds and has said her goal is 250. 

the end