TRUE ARMWRESTLING STORIES 4 Collected by Jay Knox (e-mail jaykay32@hotmail.com) from Diana's Message Board "Armwrestling" I have collected all true stories from Diana's message board archive 1. There will be many more to follow. Please accept that I don't want to be the judge whether the following stories really happened or not. For my work I beleave everybody who claims that his description is true. So have fun. I'm sure there are some nice spelling message boards... 8/Aug/97 23:25 from slim jim Surely there are message boards where we can discuss the serious subject of spelling. But really, it is nice to escape from such concerns and discuss armwrestling. Strong women who armwrestle rarely ask me to spell anything. I was sick for a while and my sister in law took advantage of that and won our last 3 or 4 matches. I am now better and hope to provide more of a challenge. She is 5'9", 140 pounds and does not lift weights. She can't do any pullups, but she can sure armwrestle. She enjoys it as much as I do. Let's hear about some more mixed armwrestling matches and leave the spelling for the hooked on phonics board. Chance Encounter 10/Aug/97 21:2 from Jbook She told me her name was Amy and she wanted to meet people. So I made arangements to go to her apt in the morning. I knocked on the door and she was wearing a short sleeve blouse and a skirt. Amy made some tea and we had pasteries. She was happy and enjoying herslef. He squeezed me with her fingers, and a gasped in surprise. She appeared delicate, but she had a powerful grip. It was time to challenge her to an arm wrestling contest. She did not understand at first, but when I put our arms on the table she got it. Her grip felt strong even though she wasnt squeezing hard. She appeared shy at first, and not willing to show her strength. But I upped the ante, with the winner getting a trip to Reno. She wanted to go to Reno, so she applied a little pressure and I was having difficulty holding her arm up. Her veins in her arm arms showed and she was smiling sweetly. Her red lips was soft and she did not appear to be using much strength. But my arm were trembling from her arm power. I tried to take the advantage, and use my body weight. Her right arm strength was amazing. After 2 minutes, I felt her bringing me down. She was just using her arms, while I was using all my body strength. I was mad and embarassed. I wanted to try the left arm, but she said she was tired. I said she couldnt go to Reno, and she got mad and put down a defined left arm. I was determined to bring Amy down. Her slim body and feminine face made me try hard. Her long nails dug into my skin, and I tried to fight the pain. I pushed with all my strength and she just smiled. She was just playing with me!!! She let me bring her arm down, and slowly started applying pressure. I could see her biceps were defined with veins showing. through the blouse i could see her small breasts. They were getting hard and she looked excited. She WAS enjoying dominating the arm wrestling match. (to be contined) A possibility 12/Aug/97 21:2 from Lefty This morning a co-worker brought down a girl that he had contacted to do some work that involves some arm work. He said "she works out" and held up her arm. She did not really flex, but I could tell there was muscle there. She will be working tomorrow. I will bring up the subject of armwrestling. Maybe this will be my first right arm defeat. Stay tuned. Maybe I can help get this board back to arm wrestling. Lefty Maybe this week 13/Aug/97 17:44 from Lefty Well, no contest today. We did talk about armwrestling though. If I remember, she said that some people were afraid to armwrestle her fearing they might lose. And she does not want to armwrestle and lose either. I explained that my left arm is unusually weaker than my right, and that I have been defeated several times by gals when armwrestling left arm. She did her work for today and I asked if she would armwrestle before leaving. She stood and smiled for several seconds, apearing very unsure what to say. I was hoping she did not feel intimidated and I said It's ok if you don't want to. I had no idea what she was thinking. But then she spoke and said maybe sometime this week, and, that she wanted to prepare. Sounds promising. Lefty Kathy again... 13/Aug/97 19:1 from Norton After a couple of months, my schedule returned me to the town where I enountered the AW contest I described earlier (Post #148) and I eagerly called Kathy, my beautiful armwrestling conquror. I was afraid she wouldn't be interested but she seemed delighted to hear from me. When I referred to our previous experience she laughed and asked if I wasnt afraid. I lied that I was tired that night and I was looking forward to a rematch. She said "anytime" and we made a date for dinner and whatever. Dressed to go out, she was even more beautiful than I remembered. We are about the same height, so even with low heels she was taller, and that, combined with her good looks, turned heads in the restaurant. Joking about the AW session, she told me that her friend Susan had wanted a rematch, also claiming "being tired" as an excuse, but she (Kathy) won again, and Sue challeged her to wrestle. They did, with Kathy winning that too. After dinner I suggested we go to my motel if we were going to get physical and she laughed saying she didnt want to be known as a man-beater. At the motel she took off the sweater she had over her shoulders revealing the muscles I knew were there but I think she purposely flexed them for me. We armwrestled and, try as I might, she was simply too strong and beat me first righty then lefty. After each match, she bent over and kissed me hard. I find her combination of beauty and strength (not to mention personality) incredible.She knows she is stronger than I am at AW and playfully suggests we might try wrestling next time....she promises to go 'easy' on me. I cant wait!!! Proud Parent 13/Aug/97 21:43 from Joe My wife and I are the proud parents of two beautiful and athletic girls, ages 14 and 10. One day, their 18-year old cousin came down to spend a couple of weeks with us, and they got into an argument over something on the television, and , to settle their disagreement, our oldest daughter, Claire, challenged the young man to arm wrestle. Being naturally strong, she easily beat him, much to his chagrin. After seeing her older sister win with so little effort, our 10 year old, Karen, challenged him as well. My wife and I looked on with utter disbelief as she slowly but surely forced the 18 year old boy's hand flat to the table. He was extremely embarrassed, but I was incredibly proud of my daughters. My wife and I never mentioned it during the rest of his time with us, but as soon as he returned home, I told my daughters how impressed I was. There is little wonder at the success in arm wrestling, however, as they have seen on many occasions, their mother beat not only me in arm wrestling, but her brother-in-law as well. Kerry's Daughters 14/Aug/97 20:43 from Kerry The young gentleman was 5'10" and about 150lbs. I wouldn't call him the next Sandow, but he has nothing to be embarrassed about physique-wise. My oldest girl, Claire, was 5'7" and about 120lbs. and is extreme;y good at all kinds of sports, basketball being her best. Sibling rivalry has alot to do with Karen's athletic ability and she wants to play on the Olympic softball team when she grows up. At the time, she was about 5' tall and about 100 pounds or so. She's grown a little since then. They both seem to be taking after their mother, who is six feet tall in her bare feet. Joe's Daughters 14/Aug/97 20:43 from Joe The young gentleman was 5'10" and about 150lbs. I wouldn't call him the next Sandow, but he has nothing to be embarrassed about physique-wise. My oldest girl, Claire, was 5'7" and about 120lbs. and is extreme;y good at all kinds of sports, basketball being her best. Sibling rivalry has alot to do with Karen's athletic ability and she wants to play on the Olympic softball team when she grows up. At the time, she was about 5' tall and about 100 pounds or so. She's grown a little since then. They both seem to be taking after their mother, who is six feet tall in her bare feet. Arm wrestling women IS fun (and challenging)! 15/Aug/97 11:36 from Richard C. hi all, i have an outstanding strength/muscle/discussion relationship with ashley, my good friend. her vitals and mine: she: 130-140? lbs., 5'8" me: 175 lbs., 5'11" we are both in our mid-20's. ashley is beautiful at that. ashley has always seemed interested in what i do physically. when i first met her, i wanted to arm wrestle her. i didn't, cause she was already so popular with the other guys. she is obviously strong, thin and mostly strong-willed! you might say her competitive spirit outmatches her physical strength, she is a very defiant young woman. once i challenged her (knowing she couldn't turn down the challenge!) to do as many dips as possible, possibly outdoing me. the fact that she couldn't do as many as me wasn't surprising, she doesn't regularily do that exercise or work out some of those muscle groups involved. her arms, though were still strong. her forearms are veined, her hands are toned and sensual. after her loss she challenged me to arm wrestle. this was intimidating. not just becuase of her beauty, but because of her hands. i have a fetish for strong hands, especially when they belong to a confident woman. i accepted, we cleared a spot, and we began. i'll tell you right now, she didn't win. although strong, she is not stronger than me. what i think is great, and remarkable, is when women aren't afraid. she wasn't afraid to struggle and strain in front of me, trying constantly harder to not lose. like me, she went in absolutely *determined* not to lose. of course, only one of us could win. she did try real hard though. did she ever. if she wanted to impress, she did it well. the muscle tone of her upper arm (when she rolled up her sleeve) is tight, with clear separation between bicep and tricep... almost no bodyfat! she was confident at first, staring me down. when i began to lean her arm down, she looked away, focusing on her own arm and on mine. i couldn't help but stare at hers. the closer we got to the end of the match, the more she groaned. her teeth gritted. at one point she almost growled at me. in a pleading voice, she said "no"... as if begging her own arm not to fail her. she was in pain. if i had thought at any moment, that she didn't enjoy the experience like me, i would have probably gone easy on her. i knew though that she would have hated for me to do that, and in her own way she welcomed this pain. admittedly, at first i did go easier on her than i would've if she had been someone bigger. near the end of our match, i found it a real challenge to lay her arm down. i mean, it was not easy! at the end i was serious to get it over with, and she was able to drag it out much longer than i planned for. we arm wrestled a few more times, alternating arms. i won the rounds. at one point she said her wrists were getting sore. this i took as a hint that she was tired of losing. that assumption was wrong, because she was willing to wrist-wrestle (just like arm wrestling, but you wrap wrists instead of wrapping hands). she obviously enjoyed herself, but not as much as me ;) she is one of the few, remarkable women i know who is openly competitive to that level. fyi, i have lost against women in the past, but only 2 times i can think of. those are other stories though! Proud Parent - Plagiarist? 18/Aug/97 17:50 from Petronius I saw "Joe's" message No. 361 posted August 13th, which talked about how his 14-year-old daughter and then his 10-year-old daughter beat an 18-year-old male houseguest in an armwrestling match which started over what television program they would watch. It just so happens that there was a letter published in the May 21, 1997 Washington Post, written to "Dear Carolyn" (Carolyn Hox), a Washington Post Staff Writer, which told an almost identical tale. The letter writer, who had a 16-year-old son, lived with a female housemate who had a 14-year-old and an 11-year-old daughter. The letter went on to say how the 14-year-old girl challenged the boy to an armwrestling match when they couldn't agree on which television show to watch, and when she beat him easily, the 11-year-old challenged him, and the letter-writer "watched in disbelief as she slowly forced his arm down." [Does that phrase sound familiar, Joe?] That Washington Post article was paraphrased on the net in AAWA. It seems that Joe's experience is either an amazing coincidence, or else he decided to plagiarize and embellish the ages of the participants for added effect. I'm sure a lot of people on this message board love to read about tough little preteen tomboys who can beat older teenage boys in armwrestling (or wrestling or boxing). But let's not detract from their true accomplishments by mixing embellishment with fact. If it's fantasy or fiction, then please label it as such, and if it's presented as fact, then it ought to be just that. Of course, if it is absolutely true, Joe, then why don't you snap a pic of your 10-year-old handily beating some 18-year-old boy in her next armwrestling match and post it on AAWA? She would certainly deserve some recognition for that feat! :) Aquacize does wonders 19/Aug/97 15:26 from Lefty For several weeks now my wife has been going to aquacize sessions twice a week. She uses empty milk jugs for resistance and floatation in the water. WE have armwrestled several times and normally I win, but she has a few wins, especially at times when I was fatigued. So last eveninig I challenged her saying "let's see if those aquacize sessions have been effective." She was tired and sleepy, but nevertheless picked up a pillow and set it on the corner of the dining room table. WE always wrestle left arm, because I am unusually weaker with that arm. Immediately she gained the advantage. All my arm did was just quiver. She gave a few jerks and gained more advantage. I tried jerking but to no avail. Slowly but surely I was going down, quivering all the way. I guess it took about 45 seconds. Then one last jerk and I was pinned. She really relishes her wins. Then she stood up, walked away and flexed her bicep as she left the room. I love this woman. I sure miss Michelle and Karen. And I invite them back on. Things seem to have settled down somewhat, so gals, here's my invitation to give it another chance. Lefty RE: To Richard C. - other stories 20/Aug/97 0:6 from Richard Thanks Paul, I'd be glad to share ;) I had this girlfriend, Heather, from a few years ago who was a rockclimber. She would regularily take some weeks out of town to go camping and rockclimbing. Imagine my excitement! Physically she was great. What she had going for her we're her legs. She had the most amazing, chiseled calves. I couldn't smother her with enough compliments, her muscles were just too fantastic. When we weren't doing other things, we were being playful with each other. Sitting next to her, I would hold her hands and pull her arms behind her head... then issue an open challenge to get control of her arms back. We had so much fun this way. Heather would flex her arms, pushing any way she could to get free. I never underestimated her in this way, I knew how strong she was. Both of us had this undying stamina, when we were equally matched there was no way either of us were going to give in. We would just endure and keep digging for new strength. Heather didn't care much for arm wrestling at first. I think, although I don't know for sure, that she was afraid to win. But she also *hated* the idea of being given any sort of advantage or leeway. If she was gong to do it, it was going to be fair 'n square. The first time we arm wrestled was at her place, with her slightly younger sister around. It was a playful situation. I welcomed the chance to arm wrestle her in front of her little sister though, because I knew that Heather wouldn't give in then. I knew she wouldn't want to lose in front of family. I was afraid she would just let me win in any other circumstance. She would do everything to win so as not to suffer the embarrassment of losing to her boyfriend. Heather despised the belief that women are weaker than men, if anything, she personnally believed the opposite. We sat at the dining room table and locked hands. I always loved how Heather's hands had this sort-of 'burly' quality to them. Her hands were leathery, but still smaller than mine. Her sister, semijoking but making the event almost official, positioned our hands squarely at the top and made sure no one was leaning. Heather looked away from her hand and mine and looked at me. "ready?" she asked sweetly, I nodded and returned her smile. The thing about arm wrestling at the table was the kitchen mirror. Near the table there was this full size mirror where we could see each other from the side. When we began, I could look over at us in the mirror and see how our flexed arms looked together. Heather was strong, but sometimes you wouldn't know it. My arm expanded with tense muscle, her arm was somewhat smaller and less well defined. I remember thinking, it almost didn't make sense, our two arms were different in proportion. She held me at the top for some amount of time. I slowly increased the pressure, and she matched it. It was great to have her sister there. She kept cheering Heather on, "you can do it!" and "c'mon sis!". We we're stalemating for the longest time, and then my endurance began to break. She was very slowly and shakily pushing my arm down and I mustered up all the strength I could. I could tell she was working hard and didn't have much energy left. I began to work on her wrist, her wrists weren't as strong as mine. I was able to bend her hand back, making it impossible for her to apply any real strength. I kept pushing, and she lost the strength in her arm, and we bent back the other way. Actually pinning a strong woman is always the hardest part. I could get her hand to just an inch above the table, but couldn't quite pin her there. I worked on her for the longest time, she was leaning forward now and trying to stare me down. She kept having to close her eyes and the struggle was apparent on her face. After more than a minute, I did win. We were both too beat to do anything else. Arm wrestling changed for her after that. Wrestling in general was part of our foreplay, once I remember arm wrestling her when she was naked. I did lose that one, maybe because I was so distracted, or perhaps it was the scent of sex, or the way she looked at me look at her. Maybe she was stronger than me on that occasion, it just took a while before she got up the courage to win. latest with helene 20/Aug/97 22:35 from Anon actually it happened a while ago, but I`ve been on a holiday (sailing on baltic lucky me). So we had this party and as I guessed there came a time time when avoiding a challengece with the sisters wasn`t possible. First, surprisingly, I had to AW the younger one, Helene, and we started with right hands (wich is actually my better) and I started gently, slowly increasing the pressure. Amazingly long, about 4-5 minutes she stood up, but eventually I forced her hand down. She asked for left hand and that was really hard. Eventually I won, but it really could have been eitherway, I suppose I had the benefit of motivation (not hard to find against 14 year-old girl) but she was absolutely amazingly strong. I always thought that gymnasts look incredibly sexy and strong, but as they are so tiny, never thought they couod be of any resistance to grown-up-man as myself. Still, they are obvioudsly strong, but hey, the size is size, and the age is age. next I AWed the older sister Eve, and we also started with our right hands. This was a real surprise, as we stood a long time at stalemate, then she actually giggled and KISSED MY HAND before putting it down!!!! The left hand was only formality, and my wondering won`rt stop even today. Such a cute little girl just couldn`t (but in the end why she shouldn`t) be so strong. What can Isay, give respect to those who work out. But really, those who won`t (socalled naturally strong women), won`t really come even close to even untrained men of same size or age. So do not worry, we`re safe... till next time, panda A Story for a Change 21/Aug/97 1:21 from Zorro Preface: This story is not true that I know of, but I consider it to quite plausible. Corn Muscle Hussle ------------------ It was bright sunny day and I'am on my way home from work. I stop for beer at a store and notice that there is an attractive young woman selling fresh corn near the entrance. I gets my beer, puts it in the trunk and ambles over to talk to her about getting a dozen corn. She has a short, stout build... around five foot four and maybe 140-150 pounds. Probable comes from the farm were the corn grows. Her sleeveless top with a low cut front reveals a nice clevage on a pair of beautful, full, round breasts. Her arms are kinda large, round and firm, but not flabby looking. I like muscle on a woman, and arms are the second thing I note of at first glance of a nice body, but I'am not quite sure how much is fat and how much is muscle. I noticed, as she is lifting a couple dozen corn, the tell tale ripple of a bicep muscle hiding under the outer flesh which causes me some arousal. "How much?" I said. "Four-fifty." "Wooww! That's pricey." "It's the going rate. Take it or leave it." "I'll arm wrestle you for a dozen?" said jokingly. Without hesitation she put her elbow up on the little table where she made change and asked "Double or nothing?" I was quite suprised. I weigh one-seventy, and I'am five-nine tall, not in all that good a shape, but I am still a man and she's a woman. She wouldn't stand a chance. What did she think she was doing? Still free corn would be nice. "Your on." and I sat down and grabbed her little hand in mind. Wait a minute, her hand and wrist were about the same size as mine. Hers arm was just shorter is all... Hmmmm. I checked out her arm again, still round with not too many features. It's bigger, fatter than mine, but this is an ordinary woman, no big deal I can beat her easily. "Ready?" "Go!" she said. Holy shit! I was straining and nothing was moving. Suddenly the top of her upper arm swelled up about three-quarters of an inch as, what I assume was, a powerful bicep muscle flexing into action. Her right breast which was just touching the table jumped up half an inch at least obvously because of the sudden contraction of a large powerful pectoralis muscle underlying her full breast. The grip she had on my hand was tight as hell... her upper arm strength was astonishing. Straining against my force, her suprisingly very strong muscles, were now preceptable through the layer of feminine flesh that covered her body. Small indents appeared on both sides of her upper arm at the bottom of the bulging bicep just as a small ripple was evident on top at the beginning and end of the powerful biceps swell. "Where did that muscle come from?" I said, my voice straining. "Surprise, surprise." she replied. For maybe 10 seconds I applied all the power I had and still I couldn't move her arm a fraction from vertical. I started to tire, I have very little stamena, and she must have sensed it and went on the offensive. Her powerful right bicep and 'pec' went in to action as her grip tightened. I could only hold on against her amazing strength and fearce determination for about another five seconds and then my arm started going down. I was slowly forced over and pinned to the table. Her armwrestling form wasn't even all that good, she was just dam strong. I couldn't believe how strong this ordinary looking woman could be. "Your a professional arm wrestler aren't you?" "Nope... just your average, VERY strong, farm-girl who likes to bend the arms of over confident men like yourself. That'll be nine dollars please." "Well! That was quite a turn-on. You have got some muscle hidden away in that body of yours. Here's ten, keep the change." I said handing her the money. "That was well wirth the money... and I get a dozen corn to boot." "Thanks. You wouldn't be the first to be suprised by my strength. I have always been naturally very strong and I love it. Checkout this arm that just beat you." she said as she held it out in front and tensed it very hard making a fist. I couldn't resist the opportunity and felt her forarm first, soft on the outside... firm on the inside. Next I squeezed her bicep muscle between my thumb and fingers. "WOW!... it doesn't look that strong, but you have a very large, hard muscle hiding under that feminine flesh of yours." I said as my penis grew as hard as her bicep. She relaxed her arm "I can tell you're a guy who appreciates a strong woman. You are rare though, most guys get mad or embarrased and walk away." Were do I go from here...? Zorro. It was a tie 24/Aug/97 13:53 from Ajax I finally got my match with poia 16. Like I said before i am 5" and 25lbs heavier, but she is lefthanded and I am right. Not to mention she built pretty solid. Not very muscular but she is tough, I tried pushing her around in a joking manor, and found that diffucult. Anyway we armwrestled right handed first. But that lasted 5 sec with me pushing her down steadily. Keep in mind I was using all my strength and 5 sec isn't all that fast when you think about it. Then we griped left handed. We both started off very slowly. When I reached my maximum, and her hand was going down, I started to prpare myself to lose. Being the quik thinker I am when I actually felt her start to push me down, I leaned in a little. This stopped her advancement. After a min of some struggling, complete with grunts that let me know she was giving it her all, we were stalemated with her having a one or two degree advantage. I asked for a tie, and she said ok. There that was my story of an arevage girl vs an average guy.