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p4 of 4 Once she was down, I jumped on her and tried to choke her. She also tried to choke me again, pushing me onto my back. We were both so strong that neither of us could stay on top long enough to dominate and humiliate the other. 
We continued to roll around on the ground. We were landing hard solid punches on each other's hard body.
She kept punching me in my strong abs and hard back so I kept my entire body flexed. Then she got me good. When she landed on top of me, she quickly wrapped her legs around my stomach. She started to scissor my stomach as hard as she could and locked her ankles. She squeezed my abs so hard I began to tremble. I'd never felt so much pressure before.
This hold was called an abdominal leg scissor. The more she crushed me the more impressed our co-workers were and I started to feel very embarrassed. I was tough too. What was wrong with me? Was I losing my touch? I raised my upper body up and looked at the victorious expression on her face. I drew my fist and arched my arm back as far as I could. I swung at her hard and fast and punched her again in her face. 
I punched her so hard she released her hold on me and her face started to swell. It was also changing color and she had a huge cut under her eye.
I got up real fast before she could recover and grabbed her head in a headlock. I crushed her jaw over and over. My hard bicep was like a new tennis ball pressing into her face and I could feel the power being released from my hard biceps as I continued to crush her head.
She was falling to her knees, begging me to let her free. I gave her jaw one final twist and released her. When I was done she faced me and I looked at her swollen black and blue face. I realized that I could not straighten my back. She crushed my abs so hard that they were sore. I guess you could say that we both had equal strength and power.
 I was exhausted and the sun was beating down upon us. It was about twelve Noon. My muscular body was hot, sticky, and sweaty and I just wanted to rest it for a while. Then I felt myself being lifted by it. She lifted me up and dumped me in the garbage heap. Now I was the laughing stock of the crew. She got out of the forklift and joined the rest of the guys and they all laughed. Why was I always the one getting laughed at? I had to dig myself out of all that messy garbage and my entire body was pumped. I could feel the anger and the humiliation just serving as the fuel with which I was going to destroy Sharon. I went behind her and put one arm around her neck. I held my arm with the other and placed the front of my palm on the back of her neck, pushing forward. I squeezed both sides of his neck with my arm that was wrapped around her neck, however I was being careful not to damage her windpipe. This hold was called a Rear Naked Choke. I crushed the front of her neck with my bicep and pushed her neck forward so hard with the other that she began to choke. Her eyes bulged and she could hardly breathe. Then she started crying and I asked her who was the stronger. Without anymore prodding, she yelled as loudly as she could, "Diana you are the strongest woman on this crew!" There. Now was that so hard?   femalemuscle.com || rugged and active central  | |