The girls locked up, shoving each other this way and that. Emily suddenly threw herself sideways, pulling Amy down with her. They both crashed to the ground, Emily quickly shifting herself around to lock her legs around Amy’s waist. She squeezed Amy with her tremendous thighs, getting her to yelp and try to drag herself away from the hold.
She beat on Emily’s legs as they matched her mighty calves against Amy’s solid abs. Amy forced her arms under Emily’s legs, her powerful arms practically doubling in size as she strained to force them apart. She rolled out from the hold, keeping her grip on Emily’s legs as she flipped her over, putting her into a boston crab hold.
Emily shrieked and beat her fists on the mat, but there was little she could do. “Give up, Em?”
“Get bent!” She reached back and grabbed Amy’s hair, pulling until she screamed and let go. She fell over backwards, Emily pouncing on her. Amy managed to catch her with her feet, flipping her over her head and into a pile of barbells and weights. There was a huge clatter as Emily landed amidst the pile, buried in the heavy metal.
Amy approached carefully when Emily burst out of the mess, Amy still dodging and getting behind her. She put a headlock on her, kicking Emily’s feet from beneath her and landing on the floor. She leaned up behind her, all her muscles flexing hard as steel to maintain the hold as her body pressed against Emily’s.
“Give up now?”
“No… ow! Way… eek! Alright, alright, fine! You win!”
“Say it.”
“Say what?”
“You know.”
“Ugh… fine.” Emily muttered something under her breath.
“What was that?”
“I said you’re the stronger woman?”
“And?”
“And… your bod is sexier than mine.”
“Oh, go on.”
“And you totally creamed me in this fight.”
“There, that wasn’t so hard.” Amy let go, Emily sitting back up and rubbing her neck. “So… I won the match. What’s my prize?”
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