Amazons conquer in mixed wrestling. The objective is a test of strength, WOMAN vs MAN. The man is weak. He is hopeless against the Amazon. Her beauty, her intellect, her muscular body and force….
He is pinned, helpless. She squeezes the life slowly from him. He begs, but she is merciless. He cries, but she suffocates his pleads for help. She is omnipotent.
He wants to admire her statuesque form, but is afraid of her glassy, cold stare. Is she just playing with him?? He wants to fight back, but to no avail. Her legs are too strong. Her arms slowly crush him. What can he do?
“Please amazon
She smiles. She is content. She knew she would win….she always does.
IRON DOLLS! FEMALE BODYBUILDING
FEMALE WRESTLING
Two women, one winner. Who is more skilled? Who is stronger?
She starts with fists clenched, heart pounding. The other holds defensive.
“Try to attack me, I have more power!” The battle begins.
Blood boiling, she lashes out with arms flying trying to force her opponent into a choke. The other counteracts, grabbing her arm attempting an arm bar. Attempts fail.
“UGH! Who do you think you are!!?” She goes for the legs, her opponent falls. Now she carefully takes hold of the neck, her position is perfect. Her opponent doesn’t suspect a thing. Her biceps slowly close in; breathing begins to dimish. The submission is now in place.
“I won’t let you submit me, STOP! I dont want to play this game any longer!”
It’s too late, the rear-naked choke is in place. The hold becomes tighter, the breathing ever more labored….
“I….can’t…..
“I….no….breathe……
“I GIVE!!!!!!!”
