Monique is getting a good look at my body now, a lot has changed in a year. And I feel proud! Letting that strong sense of pride fall all over me. I may have been well built in High School, some would say too much muscle, but now I am ripped with muscle from head to toe, and my breasts are still large and perfect. Monique's eyes betray a lot of emotions when she is caught off guard, like right this second, and my pride continues to soar for a moment while I watch her stumble, mentally and physically. I move further onto the mats, my toes squeezing, judging 'the give' of the surface, and then I stretch out my arms and twist my shoulders around, even flexing a little. Monique remains perfectly still, but catches herself, and starts moving again.
'Yes you bitch, take a good look at this body, the body that is going to rip you to shreds.' I think.
The way her neck and cheek muscles twitch involuntarily gives me limited satisfaction, limited because the woman across from me is a powerhouse of muscle herself. Not so well defined or big as me, but taller and very strong nonetheless. She looks like she might want to say something, but her full lips tense in restraint. My heart softens for second, wondering if a kind word towards me might have wanted to come out of that mouth of hers. To actually pay me a compliment? I want to say something to her, about how amazing she looks. But to what end? Just more insults hurled at each other afterwards. And my walls go back up. 'You can not trust this girl'.
Monique's own arrogance is equal if not greater than my own, so she also flexes and stretches out her body for me to fawn over, and I do, while feigning disdain. While we stretch for several more seconds we keep eyeing each other. All else fades away as our mutual desire to dominate collides from across the room. It is going to take all of my focus to beat this woman, mentally and physically. Unable to resist, my eyes keep sweeping up and down over that black beauty across from me. She swivels her upper torso so I get a good view of her back, seems even more broad in the shoulders from a year ago. Such strong shoulders leading to lean but densely muscled arms. Her waist is narrow, but tight, with traces of a strong six-pack, and her legs are long and powerful. Long black hair hangs loose around her face. My long blonde hair hangs loose as well.
Monique is doing the same, eyeing my frame. As you know, I am a little shorter at 5' 11", but I might have outweighed Monique by a few pounds of pure muscle. My arms are bigger, with evident large biceps, even relaxed as they were. My legs are also long, and while not quite as long as Monique's, but more swollen with full muscle. I could not help but raise one arm to stretch, I also flex. My bicep swells, a single vein evident with a magnificent peak, I felt proud and then look challengingly at Monique. How unlike me, to show off like this. But it feels good! Monique tries to play it off as a simple smirk, but I saw some excitement. She started to perform some of the same flexing as she stretched. Showing off her own toned arms and displaying her leg muscles. Neither of us spoke while doing this, and yes, we also admire those other impressive assets; Our equally large breasts, firm and barely moving. Our nipples have only just started to come to attention, all of that will change soon enough, they will get much longer I am sure. I also notice she is clean shaven between her legs, me as well. We both used to keep our pussies closely trimmed, I kind of liked that, but times and preferences change. Anyway, the showing off is over and I was nervous again, I can't remember the last time I wrestled someone. Playful fun back in elementary school?
"I really didn't think you were woman enough to follow through on this." Monique just had to get another jab in at me.
"You're the one that felt the need to settle things. And I am more woman then you can ever handle." I spat right back, feeling that my response was very good, but my temper is getting away from me. I'm sure she wants me unhinged before this match starts.
"I can handle more than you could ever bring."
Damn her. I am angry and excited now. She is really throwing me off my mental game. Mostly the excited part was bothering me, much more than the anger, my female sex is doing things that I don't want to happen. And I was feeling things in my other body parts that I want to keep suppressed.
~~~~ We Start ~~~~
There seems to be no signal, and before I knew it she was right in front of me! Quickly I began moving around clockwise. It is an awkward minute or two, a novice chess game of who would engage first, and where to grab first. Maybe she really knows nothing about wrestling? I truly did not. The only wrestling I know is what I have seen on TV, and some guy friends on our College wrestling team. I am good at watching and learning, but that does not mean I am anywhere near the realm of being knowledgeable.
Monique's hands move out in front protectively and I mimic the move, hovering close together for a few seconds, then our palms grip tightly. I forgot how big her hands are! I immediately anticipate a test of strength as our shoulders and chests flex, but I also found her swaying breasts a magnificent distraction. That must have been her queue, my distraction, Monique suddenly rips her hands from mine in a downward motion and she charges into me. My legs begin backpedaling, I am barely able to stop her from driving me across the room and up agains the wall! What the fuck! When I push back our breasts crush chest-to-chest and I gasp, but find my focus and try to focus on wrestling again, pushing her almost back toward the center of the room where we started. By the way, I am holding a lot of power in reserve, just in case this turns into a marathon. I am not totally dense, there is some strategy in play. Our arms become the focus of our struggle as we began an effort to muscle the other around the center of the mat. I abandon the pushing and go to wrap my arms around Monique, trying to force her off balance. She retaliates by wrapping her arms around me, and we shuffle together in the middle of the room.
This feels like nothing but pure force on both our parts; Strength, endurance, and a lot of grunting and panting as we squeeze and twist. But I could not gain any immediate advantage. I am shocked. Monique is a lot stronger then I remember her to be, and here I thought my own strength would easily overpower her. I may have to unlock 'another level' of effort if things don't improve. It wasn't long before a thin sheen of sweat begins to cover our bodies making our skin a little slippery. And the way our breasts are rubbing was becoming a maddening distraction, I am embarrassed at how hard my nipples are. I could feel Monique's nipples digging right into my breasts, so I know she could feel mine.
Monique dropped her hands and grabs my ass, I thought she was trying to feel-me-up, but she was just trying to lift me up and dump me on the ground. I spread out my left leg for better balance, and then try to slip my right leg between hers, trying to trip her. But she reacts quickly, moving hers away just in time. She has stopped grabbing my ass and gone back to hugging me, and then I guess I got too aggressive. I try to push and trip her again but she just twists her body at the perfect time and I fell off to one side. And down we go.
