"Same difference" I hiss, not knowing or even caring about the difference between British, English, Welsh whatever. All I know is I am locked in a raw test of pure strength, and I so badly want to win, shake your confidence. Forehead to forehead as our arms struggle, muscles standing out in my arms, my shoulders, shifting across my back as we strain, but mostly holding static. It is taking all the control I an muster to keep my face passive, my breathing regular. I feel the slight shimmy in your right arm, but jeasus this English bitch is strong. I pull out all the stop, no reserve, holding nothing back, my right arm curling, working to pull upwards, my left arm and some of my weight powering hard against your right arm, working to force it down as I keep my eyes locked on yours. My arms vs your arms, and I am determined to be the one who comes out on top. "You got her Sara, you got herrrrr" Mary yells, encouraging me as we struggle close, arms vs arms. YT