obliqua: here's how I see it, and only because you are so worked up about someone thinking they can take you, we ARE both instructors and trainers at a gym, and we do blend like oil and water. (which I suspect would be accurrate IRL) You have done everything you can think of to goad me into a physical confrontation and I have always balked. We are at the end of a long day and are closing the place down. I just got threatened with eviction from my apartment and my cat got run over by a dump truck. I hit the showers and you saunter in,mouthing off about how I left you to deal with all the used towels. I toally ignore you and turn my back to you just trying to let the water wash away the day, but you jabber on and actually walk to me and poke me in the back.
obliqua: I spin around and say " touch me again and they'll find you here in the morning when they open"
obliqua: digest that, and get back to me
Sara Johnson: We have argued ever since I started working here. Not sure why, and no longer care! You have been rude, haughty, arrogant, and it has been seriously pissing me off. We are the same size, both obviously fit, and I hear that you are damn good at wrestling. I think that's what has me on about you. That arrogant attitude that you carry around because you think, Think you can beat me! I have dared you to a match, but you have not bothered to take the bait!
Sara Johnson: This evening is a perfect example. We are closing up together, something that has been a total thrill for both of us!!! But as soon as the last member is out, you tell me to finish up and go to take a shower! A fucking shower!! I don't, Don't work for you, and it's time for you to learn that! I bring the towel bag into the locker room with me, and dump it all out in front of your locker. Striping down, going to take me a shower I poke you, telling you the towels are your business.
Sara Johnson: You spin to face me, snarling, making threats! I drop my towel as I face you back, water still running behind you as I glare at you, eyes locked! "You mean like this?" I snarl, and press in close, my left hand reaching in to shove you hard! YT
obliqua: I have resisted the temptation to tangle with you for months, even though it has been obvious to me and half the women here you have done your best to push me to my breaking point. Well, your bitchiness and my bad day have finally gotten us to this moment of spontaeous combustion. There is nothing formal or sporting about this, just a hot spray from the shower head behind me and two naked, sculpted bodies within inches and poised for confrontation. You waste little time in responding to my threat, and jab out a stiff arm toward my right shoulder. It finds it's mark just as both my hands snap around your left forearm and the momentum you created by pushing me back, helps me turn to my right and swing you to your left, pulling you over the small step at the entrance to the stall, and I
obliqua: fling you around, letting go, to where your back thuds and splats to the wet tiled wall.
obliqua: "you wanted this. now I'm going to teach you to be careful what you wish for" yt
Sara Johnson: Your whole attitude ever since I started here has rubbed me totally the wrong way. We are the same size, both very strong, and both very confident, and frankly that makes us both arrogant. I shove you, take your dare, and damn if you don't counter well. You twist me around, my back smacking to the wet tile as I grunt! Bitch is not bad I think as I hit the wall, glaring at you. But I am better! My arms snap up for defense as I keep my eyes locked on yours. I spread my muscular legs for balance as I lean into a wrestlers stance. I keep my strong ass pressed to the wall behind me, both for reference, and for leverage. "You should run wile you can!" I snarl, muscles ripple along my nude, strong body as I brace, hands reaching for your arms, work to lock you up, pull you to me! Growling in the tile shower as I brace, reach for you! YT
obliqua: No sooner do you hit the wall when you adopt a posture that tells me you are all in for this. I have shuffled a few short steps backward and the water hits and cascades down my well muscled back and flanks before I steady myself on the slip resistant floor, one foot on either side of the small drain.I hear you tell me to run, but there will be no running, not us, not now. Whether I wanted to admit it to myself or not, this has been comming for a long time and the fact we are naked does not seem to matter, in fact, it somehow seems right, both being women who are so rightfully proud of their bodies. You reach for me and I accommodate by closing the gap between us and our arms begin the physical chess match of trying to find the best purchase while disallowing the same from our adversary.
obliqua: I am not fooling myself as we start to lock up. This is no ordinary wrestling session. We are both as angry as we are proud and strong, This is serious, very serious, and I am ready for it. YT (I'm only on a short break)
Sara Johnson: It has been clear from the beginning that we are matched well physically. I think we are dead even in our stats, and both very strong. The ease, the skill you exhibited when you flipped me around verifies the information I have heard that you are a hell of a wrestler as well. What you don't know yet, but will in the end, is I am as skilled as I am strong! We have clearly met our equal, but it is time to settle who has met her match!
Sara Johnson: I drop into the classic wrestling stance, arms up and braced to the wall. Eyes locked, I even smirk as you press in closer. That's it, that's it, come to me bitch! I hiss. I keep locked In position, letting my arms battle yours. Not wanting to give you any momentum to work with as I test you. I am left handed, and as such my left is my stronger arm. I reach I , arms battling, trying to make sure I lock my left hand to your right bicep, working to lock up with you.
Sara Johnson: The focus of my attack is my right hand though! Like most lefties, I have had to learn to accommodate the world with my right arm, and as such, it's not much less dexterous than my left. Trying to get my right hand locked with your left hand. I want to get us in a test of mercy with my right vs your left, maybe confuse you as my left battles your right. Eyes locked, calm as my arms battle, trying to force your arms into my fight plan! YT
obliqua: We joust and parry with our arms and hands as the humidity builds around us. You don't seem to be in any hurry to infight leading me to believe you seek a test of arms.Usually when this happens it is strong arm vs weaker one on both sides, but I am a body builder and you are not. Bodybuilders strive for symetry and work their off arms and legs to match their natual ones, so if not as fully usefull, they are as strong. If the bitch wants to test us like this, fine, but not with her having that wall behind her to give her support and leverage, so as soon as my right and your left hand coil inside, set, and grip the opposing bicep,I don't lean in at the shoulders as expected, but pull back with my legs and feet, taking your ass off the tiles and seeing the frustrated look in your eyes, that
obliqua: almost immediately turns into a "fuck you " look as you right hand shoots out to meet my raised left and they lock together with powerful fingers snapping shut like mousetraps.Eyes burn lasers into their counterparts while delts bulge in effort and legs hold firmly to the wet floor. You've intimidated, and even bullied many of the women around here, but you have never succeded in making me act subservient to you in any way and I knew it got to you. Now I'm going to show you why and make you understand just who the true alpa is between us. You're strong. You're skilled , but ultimately you're MINE!! YT
Sara Johnson: Eyes locked as we brace, arms maneuver, struggling. You grip my arms, and I brace, muscles flexing across my arms, chest, shoulders as I prepare to wrestle your arms hard, working to test just who is stronger. Only, you pull back instead of pressing in. My acceptance of your skill goes up another notch. It is obvious you analyzed my advantage braced to the wall, and you counter it well.
Sara Johnson: However, you may have taken my acceptance and positioning of an advantageous position as a sign of timidity on my part. Far from it! When you pull me off the wall I immediately attack. Muscles swell in my legs as I drive my body hard into yours. Bare chest to bare chest as I thrust, then thrust again with my legs, working to slam your back to the tile wall, trying to use your pull against you! My left arm locked hard with your right arm, wrestling your right, but more trying to keep you in position, chest glued to your chest as my legs power into you. My right hand griping your left hand, fingers turning white fast as we clench the others hand. Trying to twist my right hand to the inside, trying to force your left wrist outside our bodies so I can have a slight advantage. Glued to your core with mine as we struggle, the hot water running down my muscular back and ass as we battle! YT
obliqua: Just as I had used your momentum against you, you now return the favor and drive forward with your powerful legs and force me backward. In doing so our bare chests meet full on, bordered by our waring arms to either side. As is to be expected, the rush and excitement of the struggle has brought our nipples to a full erect state and the well toned musculature of our chest walls keeps our modestly sized breasts high and prominant as they press together. The water first hits my back and then my head,before you push me beyond the spray and it streams to your grimaced face then past your head and eventually down your naked ass.
obliqua: The battle of arms remains a hard fought stalemate but you manage to get me to the wall ,where the small of my back hits the water control and I wince in discomfort. I can't let you continue to win this phase lest you'll next have my arms pinned to the wall.I quickly shift to my right to get off the hardware and take a calculated risk by rapidly sliding my back down the wall taking you with me and bending you at the waist. I bring my right knee back sharply to get the sole of my foot placed right where your left leg meets your lower body and push, HARD using the added leverage of the wall to my back, releasing both your arm and hand at the same time. Yt
Sara Johnson: So far this fight has been as I expected. You are strong, but I knew I matched you. You are skilled, but as I use your attack against you, drive you to the wall, we both know I am skilled as well. The look on your face as I took you to the wall, the grimace of pain as your back hits the handles is priceless! "What's the matter bitch?" I hiss as I work to hold you to the wall!
Sara Johnson: (What is your name btw? Don't want to call you bitch the whole time I am beating you.)
Sara Johnson: You slip down the wall and I keep on you, working to get you down, keep you down. You work your right leg between us and shove me back. I even step back a bit as I slap your right leg aside. Crouched, eyes locked on yours as again I take the wrestlers stance, my ass just brushing the wall as I glare at you! "You should stay down!" I hiss, taunting you! YT
obliqua: (it's Vamia. you knew that) "Fuck You" is all I say. We both know we are still fresh and this is just getting started as I nimbly work my way up the slick tiled wall opposite you. You crouch and ready yourself for my approach and I do not disappoint. Water drips from both of us and whisps of steam vapors rise around us, clear and then reform. Neither of us is even breathing hard yet and the look in our eyes is as steely as our muscled frames. I lash my left hand out in a feint then do it again. A few more times both sets of hands flick and threaten. I make a move to go in low and quickly back off then "growl" and come in high with my left thumb under your right armpit and fingers clamped to the shoulder. My right hand tries to follow but is met by your left, keeping me from plastering
obliqua: your shoulder blades to the wall and again it is a test of our strengths as the water hits my ass from behind. If we were not here alone this room would be filled with those who came running to find what the comotion was because the sounds of our struggle echo loudly and harshly off the hard walls. My right and you left elbows extend slowly and soon the arms are at full outstretched length and our knuckles brush the wall to my right.Feet plant, shuffle and steady again as muscles strain against muscles for advantage, but neither seems able to overpower the other and neither enjoys that reality. YT
Sara Johnson: You press up off the floor as I brace, legs positioned and arms up. "You should have stayed down Vamia!" I hiss, taunting you! You come for me and we struggle, arms twisting, darting in, looking openings as we battle. You get your left arm locked in hard to my right shoulder, and I brace, muscles coiling in my bare abs, legs as we battle. My left hand locked with your right, fingers turning white as we struggle! Eyes locked as we battle, but we are well matched, so well matched!
Sara Johnson: Muscles flaring in my left arm as we struggle, but it is clear neither has a real advantage. I can tell from your face that you are surprised that you can't overpower me. "What's the matter Vamia?" I hiss, taunting you, trying to build up your frustration, force a mistake.
Sara Johnson: I am not at all surprised to find I can't really overpower you. You are obviously strong, frightfully strong really. What always bother me was you never seemed to understand that I matched you. But as we strain, alone, nude, primal struggle, I can't tell you are having to deal with that reality!
Sara Johnson: However, I never counted on being able to overpower you. I suspect you may even have a slight advantage raw power vs power. Even as we struggle right now, I am having to commit everything I have, even a bit more to keep us in a stalemate. But I always planned to out wrestle you! My left hand locked with, wrestling your right. You have a solid grip on y right shoulder, but I was braced when you attacked. I push off the wall slowly, using my ass, then my legs in a slow, raw power drive into you. Trying to twist my right side to you, using your grip as I work to use my leverage and shove you back, get you turning a bit. Working to make, Make you step back and turn, trying to get in your head as I bully you around a little bit. YT
obliqua: Your verbal baiting falls on deaf ears. I've never cared for anything you had to say before and I certainly don't now. I make several attempts to turn up the force on you but each time to hold fast, and when you grunt and surge, I meet the challenge as well. It's as though we are full body arm wrestling and every time one gets a 5 degree advantage the other counters to straight up even. I take a fleeting glance away from your eyes and see the muscles in your left arm bulging with effort and I am grudgingly impressed. This battle is as even as I had expected tot his point but I know in my heart I can take you, and I also know I'll leave nothing behind in trying.
obliqua: On a particularly strong burst from you, with the aid of a push off the wall, you get me to move a step back and then another, before once again I muster the force to resist and when you find you can't make me retreat further you hiss your discontent and then focus on pivoting to your right. I yield some as my ass leaves the water spray and it begins to shower my right side and your left. I can swear I hear a muffled "Ha" from you, but it's short lived. I lessened my counter force with a purpose and now can place the sole of my right heel to the top of the 3 inch barrier that keeps the water in the stall, and with a loud grunt I use it as a springboard to drive into you and run you back to the inside wall, my left arm and hand pinning your right shoulder to it.
obliqua: Then I let go of your shoulder and place my left forearm horizontally across your upper chest and lower throat. I lean in while our other hands are still engaged with each other ,arcing up and down the wall with your elbow rubbing on tile and grout. YT
Sara Johnson: Damn you are good!
obliqua: as are you
Sara Johnson: Braced to the wall as we struggle, eyes locked as we battle. Arms locked as I power off the wall, eyes locked on yours as we struggle, slow, intense, raw power struggle for position. I slowly force, impose my will on you, turning you a bit. "Scream for me Vamia!" I taunt! I get you turned, straining with each moment to bully you around. I am enjoying, let's face it, I am loving your reactions as I force you around. When you shift your legs, I keep right with you, chest to chest, arms struggling, but when your feet brace to the lip of the shower, drive me back to the wall I let out a scream.
Sara Johnson: Forced to the wall hard, grunting as you pin me there. For the first time I begin to wonder if I can handle you. You press your left arm across my chest, your right arm holding my left to the wall, working it up and down. I bring my right hand over your left arm, griping your chin. Muscles swell in my left arm as I really battle your right arm hard for the first time, concentrating on my left arm vs your right, trying to power it off the wall as I shove hard with my right, trying to twist your head as we struggle! I growl in the depth of the shower stall as I work to force you back some, break the standing pin. YT
obliqua: Your right hand clamps to my chin and does it's best to push me away from you and it does serve to lessen the pressure I can exert with my left arm to your chest. My right arm struggles to contain your left as they war along the tiles. The hot water spray now hitting my right hip and outer thigh.Pained cries of "UUUHHHHGGGG, UNNHHHHHHH" are exchaned over and over. You twist my head and my neck and upper back muscles show every bit of the strain they need to hold you off. I feel you may be able to soon power your way out enough to escape. I hisssss"nooo you don't".
obliqua: I flash my left forearm from your chest , still cocked at the elbow and thrust it out counterclockwise to knock your right arm away from my chin, then continue that motion ,but more to the wall and my left forearm now pins your right to the wall. In the same motion I press my bare chest to yours , widen my stance a little and lean in HARDDDD. For the first time in this battle our eyes are not conveying our emotions to one another as the right side of my head now sits against the right side of yours. Our naked chests so firmly pressed together,we can feel each other's heart beating. YT
Sara Johnson: Muscles in my arms standing out as we clench, lock to the other! I growl as I bunch my shoulders, straining to force my arms back! I spread my legs for balance, and flex off the wall behind me! My chest glued to yours as I power hard into you, trying to force our arms back to even, and trying to drive you back a step or two so I am not locked to this damn wall! YT
obliqua: Even with my weight combining with my strength, holding you in position is far from easy and despite my efforts to keep your lefr arm fully outstretched and to the wall, you manage to slowly bend your elbow and force me to bend mine, eventually getting your hand close enough to your body to be able to direct your energy toward me more eficiently. I groan and struggle to reverse this but now you can fully brace your upper arm to the tiles and start to get my right arm to yield precious ground. I start to shift my weight to my right to counter, but this gives you more room to extracate your pinned right arm.
obliqua: (I hate to have to post moves for you, but I want this fight to go on for a long time, until each of us can barely stand under our own power, at least that's how I envision it) YT
Sara Johnson: Chest to chest as we struggle against the wall! Grunting with effort as I concentrate on pulling my left arm in close! I shift my legs slightly, keeping my pressure on you as I shift my legs, pressing off the wall for some space to work with!
Sara Johnson: I get my left arm in close as I force you back a bit, position my legs. I suddenly pull back to the wall and twist hard to my left side. Trying to smack your chest to the wall as I work to circle out to your right side, get back to a poised wrestling stance as we stalk the other in the warm shower! YT
obliqua: You finally power your way off the wall and spin out of my grasp. We both take a few seconds to shake out our arms and work the strain out of our back muscles before getting into a slight crouch. We circle warily but with no less stomach for the fight, neither doubting for a moment she'll walk out a clear winner. Your breasts have taken on a redness from the long rough contact and I'm certain mine look the same. "Come on Sara ,you fucking bully. Come get what you've been begging for" I practically spit out in your direction. We move in small half circles, each in turn being hit by the water. You answer back and just to remind you how unfriendly this meeting is, when the water hits your head and you blink your eyes for a split second, I lash an open left hand slap to your right cheek. YT
Sara Johnson: Circling, stalking you as we maneuver in the small shower stall. We take a moment, let our arms recover before we begin to close. You throw out an insult, I counter with something insulting, circling, snarling as we maneuver!
Sara Johnson: The water hits my face, and in the moment I blink you slap me hard! You bitch, I snarl as my head snaps back. I take a step back, but come right at you hard! My left arm reaching in, working to lock with your right arm, my right fist slamming in low, aiming for you lower left side ribs! My chest slamming into yours as I attack, working to drive you back to the wall! "Scream for me Vamia!" I snarl as I drive into you, "Fucking scream!" YT
obliqua: I don't scream, but I do grunt loudly when your fist makes contact with my left side. You plow and I turn to my right just before we crash fully into the wall with my right and your left shoulder absorbing the impact. With our stronger arms locked together and pinned to the tiles, I answer your blow with a short left punch to your right side which initiates a series of exchanged closed fist blows to our exposed obliques, ribs and kidneys. The sounds of fists landing on taut wet flesh reverberate throughout the shower room, along with our grunting and cursing one another. After one such trade of punches my left hand locks to your right wrist and holds it for a moment. " I don't want to hear you scream Sara. I want you to not be able to", and I let go of your wrist and punch your side again
obliqua: for emphasis.
obliqua: YT
At this point our blonde champion departs, never to return or offer a reason. Today she offers a challenge to fight it out for the room, which infers permission for me to post this. I would rather not devote any more good time after bad with her, so you good people can decide for yourselves how this battle would have turned out. It's not a traditional poll, so I posted it here. Let me be clear. I don't give a capybara's ass who wins in your minds. It's cyber, so have fun. Vamia
