Equally muscular FBB and MBB do mixed posing but..

When this pair of heavyweight male and female bodybuilders (both weighing 170+ pounds) came on-stage to compete in the mixed posing division of a contest in Spain, they got an enthusiastic response...and a big surprise. Their erotic routine - with both heavyweights naked except for their minimal bikinis - aroused the audience but as the spectators realized that the muscle-WOMAN was as big, buff & massively muscled as her male posing partner, people began calling out, "You two should WRESTLE!!" and "I bet she could TAKE him!" The big, buxom lady bodybuilder on-stage not only heard them, she smiled back, nodding her head in agreement & gave the thumbs-up sign, showing her enthusiastic agreement with the suggestion. Delighted at the pretty muscle-lady's response, the crowd became more and more boisterous and demanding, eventually chanting, "We want a match! We want a match!" until the contest promoters agreed to ask the two bodybuilders if they would oblige the audience with an exhibition wrestling match later that night, after the bodybuilding competition was over. They were offered 5,000 Euros each, with the winer receiving another 10,000. The muscle-woman, a 47 yr old attorney, was eager to face her much younger (at 26) partner, a personal fitness coach, on the mat, "I've always believed bodybuilding contests should be inter-gender, with muscle-men and muscle-women in the same weight class competing directly against each other on stage...everybody knows the great Betty Pariso could have beaten any male bodybuilder under 200 pounds, and she competed at 175! MuscleWOMEN have reached muscle-PARITY with their male counterparts of the same weight class, and in other parts of Europe they recognize this - they've been having inter-gender bodybuilding contests for a while...the same goes for wrestling! I know I can beat any male in my weight class, including my posing partner!" But her partner - a very cocky and conceited fitness trainer and bodybuilding instructor - was sneering and dismissive until his lady challenger taunted him, "You know I'm as muscular as you are now, and you're just afraid I could beat you!" The embarrassed and highly irritated muscle-man reluctantly agreed and at 9pm that night the two posing partners met again, but now as opponents, still sporting only their tiny bikinis, as they entered the ring for a preliminary pose-down. The arrogant young muscle-man's skin-tight, skimpy poser was distended by his big, curving, thrusting snake, VERY visibly outlined by the thin, dangerously overstretched lycra fabric, his flanged snake-HEAD - radiating power - especially noticeable, and provocatively bouncing as he strutted around the ring, flexing and posing! The female spectators squealed and moaned with delight as they ogled it! But the buxom muscle-WOMAN thrilled the crowd even more when she announced she would pose, flex, and wrestle bare-breasted - then removed her overmatched bra to reveal a jutting pair of large, gorgeous "knockers," with big, saucer-sized, wine-dark aureoles and thick, one-inch long nipples, boldly thrusting at her male opponent! Her minimalist bikini itself was merely a tiny, tautly stretched pouch of thin lycra which prominently showed off her camel-toe!  It was clearer than ever that the pretty, middle-aged muscle-woman's massive, rippling physique rivaled and perhaps even slightly outclassed the now embarrassed male as both flexed their huge, brightly oiled muscles for the excited crowd. The young macho bodybuilder was by now enraged that his older female opponent was boldly flexing her muscles in direct challenge to his macho supremacy, and announcing to the crowd that she would defeat him on the mat, "You crazy bitch! I'm gonna teach you a wrestling lesson you never forget!" The pretty muscle-matron replied, "We'll see about that young man...I'm not just going to outwrestle you...I'm going to outMUSCLE you, give you the roughest wrestling lesson EVER, then I'm going to tie you up and stretch you out onto the mat until you scream your submission to me in front of all these people!"  The match itself proved to be a thrilling, sensual, and hard-fought inter-gender, MBBvsFBB wrestling match for total physical supremacy. The two posing partners, now wrestling rivals, fought fiercely and evenly for 15 minutes - both knew that there was a lot more at stake than money - above all, male prestige was on the line! The lady attorney - bodybuilder also had her teenage daughters in the audience, b/c she wanted to show them that a powerfully muscled but also curvy and feminine - and mature! - WOMAN, could not only wrestle, but outwrestle and outmuscle a powerfully muscled and very macho MAN on the mat. The pretty, "mature" muscle-mom surprised her overconfident foe by breaking his best holds and, growing increasingly frustrated and desperate, the macho-man fought dirty, gaining the advantage for a short time, but eventually the then very angry lady wrestler overcame his dirty tactics, then challenged him in a dramatic test of brute strength. The arena was hushed as the buxom brunette attorney - musclewoman - wrestler raised her powerful arms, demanding the tired - and frightened - muscleman lock up with her in the middle of the ring. The cocky male knew his macho prestige was on the line - he HAD to lock up with his massively muscled female opponent. The two wrestlers clenched - their bulging muscles glistening and slippery with sweat and oil - loudly grunting and swaying back and forth, their massive - almost naked - bodies standing in sensuous entanglement in the middle of the mat..then the brawny brunette clamped her tree trunk thigh around the tiring muscleman's in a tight grapevine and jammed one hand under his jaw, pushing back! The shocked muscle-man gasped, "ARRRRGGHHH! What the fuck??!!!" "GOTCHA!" she shouted - SHE was now the aggressor! For the next minute the big lady wrestler slowly but steadily overpowered the male bodybuilder, bending his head and body farther and farther back, until she forced him to release his grip. She had won the test of raw strength! The audience first gasped in astonishment, and then cheered the aggressive female bodybuilder - wrestler.  Keeping her tree-trunk thigh tightly clamped around the thigh of her opponent, the middle-aged muscle-matron first bludgeoned the tiring muscleman with her thick, powerful forearms - BAM! BAM! BAM! - then lifted him off the mat, stretching the dazed male wrestler across her huge shoulders as he screamed, "Noooooooo!!!" But the big lady bruiser only laughed as she twirled the tired and frightened muscle-man in a blurringly fast airplane spin for almost a full minute before body slamming him with a tremendous, THUD! that shook the ring! Everyone realized this was the turning point of the match - the muscle-woman had seized control and methodically began taking the battered young muscle-stud apart. The lady wrestler-attorney attacked the muscle-man's arms with high leaping elbow smashes and arm bars until they were useless, then took out his legs by tying him up in an excruciating figure-4 leg lock that had him screaming and thrashing wildly trying to escape - but she had him! After methodically taking him apart & wearing him down to total helplessness and exhaustion to the point he was ready to finish off, she dragged him to the middle of the ring, flipped the groggy man on his belly, and mounted his back. The crowd noise grew deafening as the spectators smelled blood! Draping his battered arms over her massive tree-trunk thighs, the muscle-lady wrapped her forearms over his jaw and pulled back, lifting his torso, neck and head off the mat and into the air, bending him like a bow in a brutal Camel Clutch! His sweaty head, hair a tangled mess, now nestled between the buxom lady wrestler's jutting breasts! The now terrified man screamed wildly, eyes bulging kicking his legs weakly on the mat, his forearms spasmodically waving in total panic, but he was now too spent to offer serious resistance. His face was contorted in pain & terror as she cinched in her hold even more, relentlessly bending, bending his muscled body back, back, exposing his bikini to the audience's view, almost snapping his spine and forcing him to look out at the cheering spectators, pouring on TREMENDOUS pressure, her huge biceps, forearms, and traps totally jacked - glistening with sweat and oil, sensuously bulging, rippling, EXPLODING! with raw muscle power! She snarled, "OK, punk! You're NO MATCH for me! You are DONE! I've BEATEN you! I OWN you on the mat!!! Admit it! Submit! SAY IT! LOUD so everyone can hear it! SUBMIT!" He WAS beaten and he knew it. The muscle-woman was obviously too strong for him, and a much better wrestler, her huge, pumped-up muscles dripping and glistening with sweat, and bulging and rippling with raw strength, as she poured on the pressure, and he was not only in agony, but by now crazed with fear of his fierce female opponent...he was defeated! He desperately began slapping her bulging thigh to signal his surrender and screaming, "AIEEEEE!!! No more! Please! I can't take any more! I submit!!! You win!!! You've beaten me!!! I SUBMIT! PLEASE! Let me go!! I SUBMIT!!!" The triumphant FBB slowly relaxed her punishing grip, gradually releasing her broken opponent, as he slipped to the mat, utterly beaten. The buxom lady heavyweight straddled him as he lay sprawled on his back on the mat, moaning and sobbing in humiliating defeat, slowly flexing, un-flexing, re-flexing her big biceps, regally turning left, then right, for the cheering crowd. Placing one foot on his chest to symbolize her total muscle-wrestling conquest of the once arrogant muscleman, she flexed both huge, engorged, vein-embroidered, swollen-pumpkin sized biceps one more time, kissed them in admiration, then looked down at the beaten man and sneered, "Take a look at THESE monsters, little man!" The battered stud's eyes bulged with shock and fright as he saw just how MASSIVE the muscle-woman's personal combat-swollen biceps now were. Seeing his reaction, the brawny lady wrestler nodded her head, "That's right, wimp! YOUR puny muscles are no match for MINE! We're FINISHED as a posing-team, but if you ever want a re-match...or some wrestling lessons, I'm available!" The defeated muscle-man whimpered one more time and passed out: outmuscled, outwrestled, submitted, KOd, crushed, defeated and destroyed on the mat by the brawny, "mature" muscle-queen!