7 comments/ 22942 views/ 4 favorites Katie in College: Battle of the Sexes 01 By: KatieTay [Katie Tay attended a fictional college with a very liberal outlook on sex. This new series is about those early years. No such university exists in real life, and any resemblance to existing institutions is entirely coincidental. Isn't that a pity?] [For purposes of realism, the entire world in this story series has a liberal outlook on sex, for reasons that will become quickly apparent in the course of your reading. Again, this is nothing like our world. Isn't that a pity?] [This story is set in the years preceding my first Literotica series, "Katie's Muscle Journey". It involves muscular female physiques and sweaty physical activities, as well as combative ones. If this is not to your liking, don't read.] [This story also involves very intense competition between a man and a woman, and it gets sexual... naturally... If that sort of thing is not to your liking, you know what not to do!] "Come on... come on! Aww, damn! Fuck that! Flip out! Bridge, fucking bridge! Come on!" The bellowing from the predominantly male crowd was of that general tenor. Katie allowed herself a smile. She could sense that much of the outrage stemmed from the simple fact of her gender, not so much from any real support for her wrestling opponent – her male opponent. Beneath her, the frantically squirming Jack Hansen suddenly twisted himself hard, in a dangerous maneuver. He seemed to be desperate enough to risk dislocating his shoulder. Frowning, Katie leaned in and applied more direct pressure, flexing the whole right side of her upper torso. Bit by trembling bit, Jack's shoulder descended. His sweat-streaked face was less than an inch away from Katie's, and she could see the wild but impotent anger in his eyes. They both grunted in tandem with exertion, as Katie inexorably overpowered him. "Pin!" There was a huge chorus of groans. But Katie could hear her decidedly higher-pitched supporters screaming with exuberance, too. She looked down into Jack's defeated eyes for just a second longer, then got up, breathing heavily. Looking around, she could see all the young men of the college in various attitudes of disbelief, denial and disappointment. In contrast, it seemed as if every single female student – even those with boyfriends – were on their feet, whooping and cheering, and generally being the only ones exhibiting a celebratory mood in the entire gymnasium. The entire match had been hers from the start. Jack Hansen had tried to outmuscle her arms and subdue her, against the advice from his fellow wrestlers and his coach. He had found, to his stunned disbelief, that Katie's arms were in fact stronger than his. She was fairly beefy – fleshy shoulders, solid arms, sculpted thighs and calves – for a Chinese girl, but she was still smaller-framed compared to a typical American. Her muscles were very well-developed, but the guys always had a habit of underestimating her. She had enjoyed seeing the shock on his face as she had slowly overpowered his arms with hers. Then it had simply been a matter of using her superior skill. Headlocks, nelsons, even body scissors – which had gotten him hard, she could tell through the tights – had all been duly deployed against her hapless opponent. If she had not secured the fall, she would probably have won on points alone. At one point he actually had the advantage – but he groped her groin region a little bit too obviously, at which point the referee had been forced to step in and end the flagrant fouling, due to the increasingly shrill outcry from Katie's supporters – or in other words, just about every single female in attendance. They had restarted with Jack in the par terre position – and it had simply swung back her way from there. As the referee, Mr. O'Grady, took her left arm and raised it, declaring her the winner, Katie grinned and raised her right arm too, flexing it as she did a small victory lap. Her nipples were so hard, she wondered if they were poking through even the layer of padding in the chest area of her wrestling singlet. Not every male was against her – some were gamely applauding. But most were visibly unhappy. Jack Hansen seemed in no hurry to get up. Katie ignored him – the young bravo deserved his public humiliation. He'd been making misogynistic comments all semester long, especially when he was training with his buddies in the gym. Rumor also had it that his most recent ex-girlfriend had been sporting bruises for a while before they had broken up. As far as Katie was concerned, she was taking one back for the team. "You totally had him beat," Natalia said, grinning, as she high-fived Katie. She was an ash-blond with a lithe gymnast build, of Russian extraction. She had spent a few years in the Ukraine during her childhood, too, so her speech contained light traces of an accent. "Like, oh my gosh, he looked so bad out there," Michelle gave her trademark hoarse guffaw. "He looked like a rag doll, especially near the end." Katie smiled broadly at her best friend, and they embraced, Michelle enfolding her muscular fellow Chinese with her generously endowed figure. "I thought he flopped around a lot more when he was in between Katie's thighs," quipped the tall brunette Anita, folding her arms across her barrel chest. She towered over Katie by more than half a head, and out of all six girls on the wrestling team, she was the one who gave Katie the biggest challenge. Katie was in peak physical condition, but so far, she was 5-4 against the Hispanic powerhouse – with everyone else she almost never lost. "He had a hard-on," giggled Rhonda. "He must like being scissored." She was genetically gifted, Katie always thought with a smidgeon of envy – her hard muscles rippled underneath her ebony skin. She was perhaps the least skilled wrestler on the team, but by far she had the best endurance. Katie was the one who came closest to rivaling her in that department, and she knew she couldn't match Rhonda for stamina unless Rhonda was having an off day. "Well, if you want to know for sure, you only have to ask his ex," Sharon, the shortest member of the wrestling girls, muttered darkly. "Though, I don't think it was scissoring that they did. They say Jana's still getting upset at the mere sight of a cigarette." The fiery redhead looked upwards towards the stands, tossing her twin ponytails as she gestured with her chin. Katie looked up just in time to catch the gaze of Jana, who was just about to leave with a few friends. Jana – an attractive brunette with wavy hair and highlights – smiled widely, and gave Katie a thumbs-up and a wink, before disappearing into the slowly dwindling crowd. "Glad I got him good for her," Katie said softly. "We're glad too. It'd have been a total disaster if you'd lost, oh my gosh, can you imagine..." Michelle shook her head. "But we can always depend on you, Katie!" "I wonder how they feel now," Natalia snickered, and as one they turned to look. The guys – who far outnumbered the girls – were huddled around Jack. The wrestling coach and referee Mr. O'Grady appeared to be having words with the downcast young man. The mood seemed tense, and dark looks were on most of their faces. Then, the stout Irish man – a brawling bruiser if there ever was one – strode off. Jack went to sit on a bench, covering his face with his hands. The rest of the young men gave him a wide berth – defeat and disgrace had few companions, Katie thought wryly, among men. Among the women, it would have been very different. If Katie had indeed lost, the small tight-knit group would've closed ranks and stayed united, commiserating, offering solace and comfort in numbers. She knew because every time they wrestled each other, it never really mattered who beat whom. After every match, the winner would offer her hand to the loser, and they would hug and kiss it out, without fail. And any girl who lost a match against a boy whenever they had an inter-gender matchup would immediately be consoled by all the rest of the gang after the match. The six of them had to stay together, if they wanted to pursue their love of this combat sport, because otherwise, the prevailing culture of chauvinism and outright misogyny would crush them individually. In unity there was strength. Then Katie noticed one of the guys staring straight at her. "Who's that?" she asked. "The tall blonde one." "That's a freshman, I think," Sharon offered. "He was introduced last Saturday, while you weren't around. He's from Pittsburgh, I think, can't really remember. What was his name again?" "Harold," Rhonda supplied. "Harold van Buren. I know 'cos I thought his name was kinda cool." "Dutch descent, probably," Anita supplied. "He's... he's big," Michelle commented in awestruck tones. "He looks ripped to shreds." Indeed, this Harold was built like a Greek god. No, scratch that, Katie thought – a Norse god. He had short-cropped blonde hair, and a strong jaw. He looked like some version of Ivan Drago from the Rocky movie. And of course, he was muscular. Very muscular. And he was staring straight at her. He smiled, when he saw that she had noticed him. Then he nodded slowly, still smiling, as if confirming a private thought. For some reason, that gesture was intensely aggravating to Katie. His gaze felt, somehow... patronizing. Condescending. Reductive. A few of the guys seemed to be standing around. These were all brawny jocks, but among them, Harold van Buren was clearly a physically superior specimen. They seemed to be speaking urgently with him, though he appeared to be only half-listening. It became obvious that they were talking about Katie, and perhaps the girls as well, judging by the frequent glances and gestures in their direction. Unconsciously, the girls moved to stand further apart from each other, spreading out in some kind of formation. Each girl's posture became somehow more defensive but confident. They could intuitively sense something was going down, though there was no outright indication as of yet. Instead of huddling up, though, which would have projected vulnerability, their instinctual response was to fan out, like the natural combatants they were. Then Harold began walking over, his stride sure and unhurried. Among several others, the defeated Jack Hansen trailed in his wake. Jack was staring vengefully at Katie, but Katie had dismissed him already – unless he turned psychotic with revenge fantasies or something, he was no longer worthy of note. Her attention was wholly taken up with this paragon of masculinity approaching her. It became very clear that he was making a beeline right for Katie. The other girls darted glances of concern towards her, and moved protectively in her direction, but otherwise did not interfere as Harold came to a stop, about one foot's distance in front of Katie, and folded his arms. He said nothing, just looked down at her, his glittering ice-blue eyes giving nothing away. The corners of his mouth were upturned ever so slightly. The stragglers in the audience had stopped, and were watching this confrontation from the stands. The wrestling team stood around too, observing. The other five girls engaged in staring contests with their male counterparts, but the locus of the tension was clearly in that small area between Katie and Harold. Katie slowly folded her arms across her chest as well. She had to tilt her head somewhat to look up at him – he was taller than Anita, easily – but she held his gaze steadily. "What do you want, Harold?" she said. He cracked a smile. "She's very direct, to the point," he said, directing his voice over his shoulder, though he did not look away from her. "I like that. Very un-feminine." Katie flushed with anger. "I asked you a question, mister," she snapped. "What do you want, coming over here like this?" "And quite the hothead too," he continued in that same aggravating manner. "Just seeing for myself what kind of woman can give all these guys so much trouble," he said, addressing Katie directly at last. "You don't look like a normal woman at all. You look like you work out a lot." "Was that meant to be a pickup line?" Katie said sarcastically. "Or some kind of half-baked compliment?" "Neither," Harold replied. "Just thinking that all you butches," and here he raised his head slightly, indicating that he was directing his remark at all six of them, "should learn what real women ought to be like, eventually. How to comport yourself. Domestic skills, and that." They all growled, or made infuriated noises of some sort. Rhonda could not help bursting out, "What the... you got some fucking nerve..." and Anita moved closer to stand beside Katie, fixing Harold with a glare. Meanwhile, the men were whooping and giving each other high-fives. "You mean, learn how to fix you men sandwiches whenever you feel like it?" Katie inquired in tones of dulcet sweetness. "Certainly," he grinned down at her. "You've got the idea." "Well, then, someday I'll let you taste my specialty – knuckle sandwich," Katie replied, in the same tones. "No man's ever the same after tasting it." There were now growls of disapproval coming from the men – they all knew what Katie was referring to, of course. The girls allowed themselves smirks at Katie's verbal jab. Harold looked disdainful. "Girls can't punch properly. Well-known fact. You simply haven't got the upper-body strength for it, and your hips don't turn in the right way. Same reason why girls can't throw." "Yeah!" The response from the guys was enthusiastic and belligerent. "That's why we say 'throws like a girl' after all!" one piped up. "How about I give you a foretaste, before Katie gives you hers," Anita said grimly, moving forward. The two groups began to converge. The tension was palpable. Katie began to feel nervous, despite herself. The chauvinism had always been in the background, felt subtly – never overt like this. If push came to shove... she didn't want things to get violent or out of hand. She knew that the six of them would definitely have a thin time of it. "You don't seem to think we women can be strong," she said loudly, her voice commanding attention. It worked – the slow Brownian motion of the small crowd stopped, as they all paused to listen to her. Her mind raced – she needed to isolate this conflict. She was the one being challenged and belittled – she couldn't let her teammates be dragged into it, at least not directly. She had to make it about her. "Let me tell you, Harold," she stated, trying to sound smug. "I've arm wrestled and beaten just about every boy I've ever met. You can go ask about me at my old high school – they knew it alright. And," she sniffed with scorn in the general direction of the boys, "frankly, none of these can give me a proper workout on the mat, or in the gym. They don't last long enough." A few outbursts of anger. Katie continued, looking intently at Harold, "You look like you might be different. Come on, then. Let me show you what I can do. Let me teach you proper respect for real girl power." "Ha!" Harold barked. "With what, your girly muscles?" "Come face me on the mat and we'll see how you tap out to my 'girly muscles'," Katie sneered, closing the jaws of the trap. Harold shifted his weight to the other foot. Anger glinted in his eyes now, but he kept smiling. "Oh, I don't deny you have skills, Katie. I've seen you in action, and I've heard about you. I'll give you that much, you know your way around on the mat. But that's fine, as long as you're wrestling other girls." "Or girly men," one of the other guys ribbed Jack Hansen mercilessly. Jack threw the guffawing guy an outraged look, but he could only fume. His stock had clearly plummeted to rock-bottom. He could only throw Katie a glare filled with impotent resentment. She had cleaned his clock and everyone knew it. "Against a real man..." Harold drawled the last two words. "Face it. Men just have superior bodies for physical activity. Strength, endurance... in every way that matters, you can't match us. We dominate every field, every sport. It's facts, girl. None of your feminist ideological bullshit can stand against that." "Well, I damn well stand against that, and you," Katie responded angrily. "Care to back your words up? Let's go a few rounds, why don't we." "You want a contest, you got one. But let's not limit ourselves to the wrestling mat," Harold flashed a wide smile, for the first time. He had an impressive set of teeth. "Let's have a full-range competition, you and me. A real battle of the sexes. A series of contests. They say you're the strongest woman around these parts. I think that whole phrase is ridiculous – a woman's got no business being 'strong'. Just completely counter-intuitive." The scare quotes snapped themselves neatly around the word, the way he said it. "Well, here I am, and I'm calling you out, Katie Tay," his voice rang out. "An athletic competition, various events, you versus me. And everyone will see, definitively, that a woman can never be the physical equal of a man!" With a mild frisson of shock, Katie realized that she was the one who had dropped neatly into his trap. She had wanted to take him down a peg with her wrestling skills – she could easily outwrestle a relatively inexperienced freshman, and if she couldn't she ought to quit the team – but now she was in a bind. It was going his way now. The guys were all nodding in glee, and her friends were looking uncertain. Anita looked back and forth between Harold and her, looking as though she had something urgent to say, but she was clearly biting it back. Katie couldn't very well decline the contest now. She had no choice. She had to accept. "Fine by me. Except... we already agree. A woman can't be the physical equal of a man." Almost everyone cocked their heads quizzically at Katie's statement. "She's his superior!" There was general uproar. The onlookers were thrilled at this exchange. Tweets were already flying, judging by the mobile phones being whipped out and furiously tapped upon. Harold looked taken aback for a moment, then threw his head back and laughed heartily. The wrestler guys were cursing and generally projecting bellicosity and bravado. The other five girls were high-fiving each other and clustering around Katie protectively. She was their champion, their representative. Anita inched closer. "Listen, Katie," she whispered urgently. "I should be doing this! I'm closer to his size." "Sorry, Anita – I appreciate the thought but, I've got no choice," Katie hissed back. "I've got to do this. It's all on me already. And besides... it should definitely be me, what're you talking about, I'm the strongest." She quirked her eyebrow up. Anita flashed a grin, and cast Katie a mischievous glance. "Ok, Musclekat," she said, using an occasional nickname they had for her. "Go get him." "Right, then," Harold said. "Katie, let's go over the terms right now. Everyone can be a witness to this. We set a date, a time... and we have to decide how we're going to compete. That arrangement needs made, and we may as well do it now. I'll go first, with an item, then you go, and so on, until we're satisfied and we both think the competition will cover enough of the important areas." Everyone had, by this time, quieted down sufficiently to listen to the proceedings. "Ok," Katie replied. "Fine by me. Go ahead. Round one is?" "Arm wrestling!" the guys hooted. It was near unanimous – the wrestler guys, as well as some of the other male students in the stands, seemed to be in favor of this quintessential test of strength. Harold smiled genially, then stated clearly, "Yes. Arm wrestling. Professional table – we can use the one from the gym, get it in here. Standard rules." Katie had experience with professional arm wrestling, and she was reasonably sure she could beat most guys with strength and skill. "I accept." She didn't know how much technique Harold van Buren knew, but she was reasonably confident in herself. Katie in College: Battle of the Sexes 01 "Alright, who's keeping track of this," someone yelled. Harold made a mock gentlemanly gesture. "The next one's yours to pick." Katie thought. Her friends began discussing it urgently among themselves. "Legs, it's gotta be the legs," Michelle's distinctive raspy voice was audible. "Katie's got killer legs. And we women are supposed to have the lower body advantage." Katie made her choice. "Leg wrestling," she declared, and she quickly outlined how it was to be carried out. She and Harold would sit on stools or chairs, facing each other. They would start by having Katie's knees pressing against Harold's on the outside. With someone keeping time, Katie would try to press Harold's knees together. Then they would switch, and Harold would win if he could press Katie's knees together in less time than she had taken. If not, he would lose. Their feet would have to be flat on the ground at all times. Once Harold understood the terms, he nodded his assent. "Leg wrestling it is." "Couldn't it have been plain old Indian wrestling?" one of the guys muttered. "Trust girls to come up with some convoluted bullshit." "What's Indian wrestling," a guy wanted to know. "I'm Indian, and I have no idea what that is." "No, not Indians like you, Indians as in Native Americans," another clarified. "Basically the contestants get on the ground and lie down, head to feet. Then they raise their legs that are adjacent, and hook them at the knee. Then they sort of... try to pull the other's leg down, over the... I mean, the loser will end up head over heels, you see what I mean? Test of hamstrings and glutes." "Oh. So your Red Indians used to do that, then?" "No idea. I mean, it's just a name for a game. They might have. Or not. Anyway, the point is! Katie's idea tests mainly the adductors and abductors – the squeezing and opening muscles, more than the actual quads or hams." "Figures she'd be really strong at opening her legs," some guy sniggered, and a round of chortling ensued. Katie ignored it – it was beneath her dignity. "Ok, for the third contest: pull-ups." Harold's grin was restrained, but clearly gleeful. The girls suppressed their groans of dismay. Katie could do some pull-ups, which was quite a feat for a female, but Harold probably did dozens at a go. Still, Katie could not back down. "Then the fourth item will be: pull-ups, but testing for endurance," she answered. "Wow, smart," Sharon blurted. "How do you mean?" Harold's eyes narrowed. "Simple. We go up, keep our chins above the bar. First one to let the chin dip below the bar loses," Katie explained tersely. Harold gazed at her thoughtfully, and nodded. "Fine. Endurance version. I accept." With her lower body-weight, she might beat him for muscular endurance, rather than muscular power. Or so she hoped. "Fifth contest: squats. One rep max." Trust Harold to go for all the power contests! Katie could see the shape of his tactics now – he would most likely go for all three of the main powerlifting lifts, plus pull-ups and who knew what else. And as much as she hated to admit it... he would probably beat her in all of those. She had to think of some kind of counterpart to each one that she was likely to win. "One rep max" meant that they would compete for the maximum amount of weight each could squat for just one rep. Despite the "edge" women were supposed to possess for lower body strength, Katie knew she would most likely not be able to match him. "Then the sixth one – we squat for endurance," she tossed back. "The weight will be 95lbs. We squat until one of us can't go on anymore. Maximum break of 10 seconds in between." "You're on," Harold acquiesced, his insufferable smirk still on his face. He probably could do a lot of squats with that weight. Katie would just have to outlast him with sheer stamina. "Contest number seven: deadlifts. We're not really surprised here, are we," Harold chuckled, conceding that his strategy was transparent to Katie. That was another one Katie would probably lose. Her friends were frantic, trying to come up with options for her. Natalia seized her upper arm. "Katie, try for endurance events," she whispered. "Swimming, running, things like that." "Nattie, I'm not very fast in the water," Katie whispered back. "But you swim so well, and..." Natalia's voice trailed off and she blushed. Katie knew what Natalia was leaving unsaid – a while ago, she had been swimming with Natalia and they had engaged in an impromptu swimming challenge, which Natalia had won handily. They had then proceeded to embrace and make out in the water. That had been very enjoyable. "Oh, never mind! Running! Cooper test!" she told Katie. That was it! That was one thing she could do – the Cooper test. The standard 12-minute running test. But Katie decided to hold it back till later. "Thanks Nattie. I'll use that for later," she told her friend, with a meaningful look and smile, knowing that they shared that fun memory. Natalia winked, to show she was thinking the same thing. "I say we test our abs," Katie told Harold. "Directly." "Oh? How? Punching?" Harold chuckled. "Hardly," Katie shook her head with disgust. "That's brutal." "Or scissoring? Something kinky like, swapping body scissors?" he said, trying to keep a straight face. The other guys didn't even bother hiding their grins. "As if," Katie sniffed. "In your wet dreams, boy." The truth was, she thought it was a good test she could win, but she didn't want to voice her submission to him while she was trapped in between his legs, gasping for breath. She didn't want a contest that would leave him so easily gratified. "Crunches, then?" "Sit-ups," she clarified. The contestants would have to lie down, their knees locked at right angles, feet flat on the floor. With hands behind the head, each would perform a full sit-up, slowly and steadily, until the chest could touch the knees. At no point could the feet come off the floor. This was an extreme test of abdominal strength. Even a single one was hard to perform properly for most people – especially for those with more upper body weight! That was because it would be harder for them to keep their feet firmly plastered on the floor. Katie intended to keep that rule. "I accept, but I suggest one small amendment," Harold said thoughtfully, stroking his chin. He did not seem perturbed. "Instead of simply having our hands behind our hands, we should hold a 20lb dumbbell in place." Katie was dumbstruck for a moment. Was Harold some kind of genius? What she had been suggesting was Stage 5 of the well-known 7-Stage test. The seventh stage involved holding a 10lb weight behind the head. Here, Harold was suggesting twice that. It would add that much more burden on the abs. Perhaps, he was cognizant that he would be at an inherent disadvantage, but if he could somehow make it so that Katie's abs gave out about as quickly, he could claim a draw...? "Unless, of course, you think your hands aren't strong enough to hold that weight in place," he said, salting the wound. "Fine! Whatever! 20lb dumbbell behind the head," Katie said peevishly. She could feel the dismay and doubt emanating from her friends around and behind her. The issue wasn't going to be her grip strength or her forearm strength, of course – 20lbs wasn't even her warm-up weight for bicep curls. "Contest nine: bench press, one rep max," Harold said, sounding bored. "Don't tell me. Contest ten will be pushups, would that be right? Done to exhaustion." That was not a good idea. Harold was baiting her. He could probably beat her at straight-up pushups. "No." "Well, go ahead then, put something on the table. So to speak." It was time to play the stamina card. "The Cooper test. Twelve minutes of running, for mileage. Except we do it together, so we make it a race." She could run about 2 miles or so, or about 8 rounds around the track, within that time. That was a very good level of fitness for someone who wasn't a dedicated track and field athlete. There were quite a number of runners, male and female, in the college who could leave her in the dust, but that was only to be expected. Harold's physique was definitely not an endurance runner's physique. He would be heavily disadvantaged. "Alright, I'll give you that one," he quirked his eyebrow. "Number eleven... and probably the tie-breaker – if we still need one, by then, ladies and gents, assuming I somehow haven't put this little rebellious housewife in her place," he said to the auditorium at large, to cheers from the guys and boos from the girls. "A good old-fashioned tug-of-war!" Damn, damn and damn him again! Everything favored Harold in a tug-of-war. Body weight counted for quite a lot. Katie knew if she could win that, it would come down to sheer stamina again. "That's eleven contests... I'm going to need lots of Gatorade," she thought. Natalia was at her shoulder again. "Try another endurance test," she said. "Cycling, or something." "If I may interrupt, ladies," Harold broke in. He spoke directly to Katie only. "If I'm not wrong, you think you can outlast me at any upper body events, beat me at lower body ones, and win that way. I think you need to be disabused of that idea. So, let's have one more event, and we'll be done. Let me suggest the next one, and after that you can suggest whichever tie-breaker you wish. It'll be just a formality, of course, we'll probably not even get that far. But here it is: you and I will sit, facing each other. We will take some good sized dumbbells – let's say 50lbs – and perform a seated military press. Not too heavy for you, I hope? And then we will hold the weights in the air. We will hold them, until your muscles give out and your elbows drop below shoulder level. Then you will know for sure that whether it's strength, or endurance, you can't win." His gaze was intense. Katie met it with her own, refusing to be intimidated. "I accept that contest, and I'm going to show you just how wrong you are," Katie replied coldly. "And for the tie-breaker – we will wrestle. But not our usual way." She took a deep breath. "If our contest gets that far, we'll wrestle – to submission!" Harold nodded slowly, magisterially. "Alright, Katie. You have your terms. And we have our contest. One month from now? To give us both time to get prepared." They agreed upon the details, venue and time. Then Harold stepped in closer, forcing Katie to look up, and held up his hand in between them. "May the real man win," he rumbled softly. Katie reached up and clasped his hand tightly in an arm wrestling grip. "The real woman will," she replied. Their hands began to shake a little, and their knuckles whitened a little. Katie's forearm rippled as she held on tightly. So far she was matching his grip strength, but she was resolved not to let go until he did. They were probing each other with this small contest. Harold imperceptibly made a slight pulling motion inwards, making Katie's hand move nearer to his chest. Katie immediately resisted, keeping their hands dead center. Then he smiled, showing his picture-perfect teeth again. "Be seeing you around in the gym, Katie," he said. "I'll spot you any time you need it." Before she could offer a rejoinder, he broke their grip and turned to go. The pack of males followed their new alpha, casting sidelong glances at the girls. And their alpha, Katie. By that evening, the competition and its terms was all over the college student intranet system. Complete with pictures and fake quotes. *** KATIE TAY vs HAROLD VAN BUREN, in a BATTLE OF THE SEXES A GRUELLING CONTEST OF STRENGTH, ENDURANCE AND WILL Harold: Women can't be strong – female strength is a joke! Katie: I'm going to show you just how strong a woman can be! ROUND 1: Arm Wrestling (right arm only) ROUND 2: Leg Wrestling (time trial contest) ROUND 3: Pull-ups (for max reps) ROUND 4: Pull-ups (for endurance, chin above bar) ROUND 5: Squats (one rep max) ROUND 6: Squats (95lbs, to exhaustion, 10 seconds rest maximum between reps) ROUND 7: Deadlifts (one rep max) ROUND 8: Weighted sit-up (20lb weight, to exhaustion) ROUND 9: Bench press (one rep max) ROUND 10: Cooper Test (12 minute run, test of distance) ROUND 11: Tug-of-war ROUND 12: Dumbbell military press (40lbs dumbbells, endurance, elbows above shoulders) ROUND 13: Wrestling (one fall, to submission, verbal or tapped) Competition to be held in 1 month, on the __th of _________, at 7pm, in the gymnasium and other related facilities (running will be on the outdoors running track). WE ARE CURRENTLY CIRCULATING A PETITION FOR KATIE TAY TO DO THIS CONTEST TOPLESS. If we reach 2,000 signatures we're good to go! Click HERE to sign! *** "We're with you, Katie," the girls affirmed as one. "Now get your ass to bed. Tomorrow, we start your training. From Hell!" "Training from Hell!" Michelle repeated, relishing the sound of it. "Yes, fine, whatever, but where on earth did they get the idea that I'd do it topless if they got 2,000 signatures?" Katie fumed. Stay tuned for Chapter 2, where there will PICTURES of Katie and Harold! In glorious 3D!