Aerobics vs. Weights

by brooksie mailto:[email protected]

An aerobics girl teaches an obnoxious bodybuilder a lesson about strength.

Julie was in fantastic shape! A pretty redhead with freckles and a

small, upturned nose, she was a natural athlete. She had excelled in

gymnastics, swimming, track & field and ice skating throughout high school

and university. She kept herself in top condition through running, swimming

and aerobics classes at her local gym. Recently she had become interested

in gaining a little more muscle and had started visiting the weight room.

She was a strong-willed, independent woman who liked to figure things out for herself, but one of the men in the gym had been trying to take her under his wing, offering unwanted advice on how to perform her exercises and what she needed to do to put on muscle. His name was Mike and he obviously considered himself a real specimen, often glancing over at her to see if she was admiring his manly efforts.

During one of his uninvited tutorials she excused herself, saying that her aerobics class was about to start, to which he scoffed, "better to stick with real exercise like weight training."

Typical, thought Julie. A lot of these guys had no idea of the conditioning and endurance involved in a strenuous aerobics session. All they thought about was how much weight they could lift, as if that was the only measure of strength. As time went by, Mike slowly got the message that Julie was not interested in his help or advice in the weight room and had taken to making disparaging remarks about her "little aerobics workouts". Normally Julie was not one to be bothered by other people's ignorance but for some reason, she felt like showing this guy up. She'd love to get him into an aerobics class but knew he'd never go for that.

One day, while flipping through a bodybuilding magazine, Julie came

across the classified ad section at the back. Her eye fell on an

advertisment for a video showing a woman with a larger man caught in an

obviously inescapable wrestling hold. Her legs were wrapped around his

waist, one arm was twisted behind his back and the other trapped in a half

nelson. The photograph was shot from the front, showing both the pained

expression on the man's face and the proud, triumphant look on the woman's.

Julie found herself staring with utter fascination. For the rest of the day

she couldn't stop thinking about it and, later that evening, she typed the

words "mixed wrestling" into one of her computers search engines. She was

astonished by the number of matches found and began exploring some of the

sites, bookmarking her favourites. She had done some wrestling in high

school and remembered what a great aerobic exercise it had been but it had

never excited her much as a sport. However the style of wrestling she was

seeing on the internet was something different altogether. There was no

scoring system, often not even pins, with the outcome determined only when

one wrestler submitted to the other. Julie found the idea of forcing another

person to say "I give" strangely exciting and often found herself imagining

herself in the place of the victorious women she saw pictured.

Using the reasoning that it would be a fun way to get a good workout, she managed to convince a couple a girls from her aerobics class to wrestle with her. They got together at her apartment. At first everyone was shy and a little hesitant but after a few drinks they began to loosen up and get into it. She showed her two friends, Sarah and Meaghan, some of the sites that featured women wrestling. They studied the holds and practiced on one another. Although Julie was slightly smaller than the other two, she displayed a real aptitude for it and, by the time they'd gotten together for the third time, she was clearly winning most of the matches. She found herself becoming quite thrilled and slightly turned on each time she forced a submission from one of the others. She was also quickly discovering that she hated losing. If she was caught in a hold she would resist for as long as possible, searching for a way to free herself and gave in only with great reluctance. Most of the time it was Sarah or Meaghan who submitted to her. Eventually Julie's confidence rose to the point where she began challenging her boyfriend. He had a sizeable height and weight advantage and always managed to pin her until she gave up but she noticed that the longer they wrestled, the more difficult it became for him to subdue her. He would be panting an sweating while she still had plenty of energy. Julie felt that if they were to wrestle long enough, she could eventually defeat him, but he always wanted to make love after a few rounds, so she was never able to test her theory.

Meanwhile, her weight training was starting to pay some dividends. She saw a noticeable change in her appearance, particularly in her arms and

shoulders, which had gotten slightly bigger. The only downside was having to

put up with Mike's snide remarks about her "wimpy aerobics workouts". Julie

usually did her abdominal work at home but one day, while her apartment was

being painted and she was staying at her boyfriend's, she decided to do it

at the gym. Her routine was grueling by any standards, starting with 100

crunches, 25 jacknives, 50 leg raises, 100 side crunches, weighted situps to

failure and another 100 crunches to finish. Her chiseled abdomen would be

the envy of any bodybuilder. She was just finishing up when she noticed Mike

flop down on one of the mats and do three sets of 15 reps of poorly-executed

situps. By the end of the third set he was huffing and puffing his way

through the last few reps. Julie was tempted to say something derogatory but

decided to hold her tongue, not wanting to sink to his level. Still, it gave

her an idea of how she could shut this meathead up.

She went into the weight room and deliberately took a place beside him, doing dumbell curls with her usual 12 pounders. Mike looked over and snickered, "Not getting much stronger, are you? That's what you get for wasting all that time jumping around in those dumb classes." This was her opportunity.

"You know, you really don't know what you're talking about. These sessions are tough and you have to be really strong to make it through a one-hour class." Julie said defiantly.

"Strong?" he laughed, "That doesn't take strength. Strength comes from a real workout with weights, not some stupid aerobics class."

Julie looked at him with annoyance. "The trouble with guys like you'" she said, "is that you think strength only amounts to one thing - how many pounds you can lift. There's different kinds of strength and I bet I'd come out on top in any contest that didn't involve weights."

Mike looked shocked. "You want to compete with me?" he asked. "Why?" "Because", she replied "I'm sick of your rudeness and your constant comments about my workouts. You need to learn some manners. I could have complained to the management here about you, but I'd prefer to handle it myself, if you're not afraid to take me on, that is." Julie was playing him like a fish.

"Look, if you think you're going to get me to jump around like a pansy in one of those classes, you can forget it." he told her.

"No" smiled Julie "Nothing like that. Besides, it wouldn't even be a contest. I doubt you'd last ten minutes. What I was thinking of was a wrestling match, say best two out of three falls, with a little bargain thrown in. If you win, I'll let you train me in lifting weights, but if I win, you'll keep your mouth shut around me and quit making comments about my workout routine. Sound fair?"

"You've got to be kidding." said Mike incredulously "You want to wrestle me? Look at us. You must be nuts, all I'd have to do is throw you down and sit on you."

Julie looked him up and down. "Well..." she said, as if reconsidering her her rash challenge "you are a big guy. How much do you weigh?"

"215 lbs" he answered proudly.

"Well I'm only 125, so you've got 90 lbs. on me and probably six or seven inches in height, that's a pretty big advantage, wouldn't you say?" she

asked.

"Yeah, I would." he said sacracastically. "Ok then, how about a

handicap." she proposed, "We'll go for 20 minutes on the treadmills and then

you do the same abdominal routine I do and we'll wrestle right after that.

How's that sound?"

Mike looked at her with a dull expression, as if he was having trouble following what whe had just said. He didn't run much, but 20 minutes didn't seem that long and it never occurred to him to ask about her ab routine. He was looking for a catch but was having a hard time focusing his mind. All he could think about was getting his hands on her body in a wrestling contest and that she'd be training with him in the gym. He wasn't sure of what was going on but his slow-witted brain concluded this must be some weird way of coming on to him. "Ok sweetheart", he said, sticking his chest out "let's wrestle."

This was going to be fun, thought Julie. She was really looking forward to putting this loud-mouthed goon in is place. She couldn't wait to see his face when whe forced him to give up and admit she was stronger.

"So, how are we going to do this?" Mike asked.

"The aerobics room isn't being used for an hour between 2:00 and 3:00 tomorrow." Julie said. "I'll meet you here at 1:30. That should give us enough time for the preliminaries, then we'll hit the mats, alright?"

"See you tomorrow," he said, with a big wink "and I promise I'll make it quick and painless."

Oh it'll be quick she chuckled to herself, but not painless. Julie's blood raced at the thought of tomorrow. Her plan had worked perfectly. She knew, despite the huge difference in weight and height, she'd exhaust him before they even began to wrestle. After that, she was certain she could control him enough to get him in a scissor hold. Her legs were very strong and she knew it would be more than he could stand. Her skin tingled and she played out the scene of her triumph over this galoot over and over in her mind.

Julie arrived the next day clad in her sexiest workout suit, a pale green spandex two piece that set off her red hair beautifully. Mike was already waiting. His eyes open wide and his jaw dropped when he saw her. "Ready?" she asked. They walked into the cardio room and found a couple of adjacent treadmills. They set the timers for 20 minutes and hit the start buttons. Julie could see right away that he didn't do much running. He had a lumbering, inefficient gait and began to pant after only a few minutes. She decided to start her psych-out by smiling at Mike and showing him how relaxed she was as she maintained her fluid stride. With 10 minutes left she deliberately upped her pace while he was beginning to slow down. He would no longer meet her gaze and had his head down, struggling for breath. With 5 minutes to go she began to run flat out. She looked strong and graceful, with only a light bead of persperation while Mike was bathed in sweat and barely hanging on. As the timer ran out, Julie hopped off and stretched her legs while Mike could only hold on to the handrails, gasping. "Not much of a runner, I see", she said mockingly. He was still breathing heavily and didn't answer.

"Ready for some ab work, Mr. he-man?" Julie poked him in the stomach and was delighted to see him wince. This was going to be easy, she thought.

Mike toweled himself off and they went upstairs to the aerobics room where her friend Sarah was waiting.

"This is Sarah", Julie explained. "She's going to count reps and make sure there's no cheating."

He looked at the pretty brunette. He was starting to breathe normally again and his head had cleared enough for his dullard's brain started working. He wondered if Julie's friend was interested in him too. Maybe this was going to be a threesome. His thoughts were interrupted by Julie saying, "I'll start first. Ready Sarah?" Sarah nodded and Julie lay down on her mat and started churning out crunches. Mike looked on in amazment as the count reached 50, then 75 and finally 100. "There" said Julie, jumping up with a grin on her face "your turn."

He sat down on his mat and started crunching. By 25, he began slowing down and barely made it to 50. The two women goaded him to continue but he couldn't get past 72. He lay back, his face wrinkled in pain.

"I don't think we said anything about resting" Julie chided him "Come on, keep going, 28 left."

Wearily, he started up again but collapsed after another few reps. They were relentless and prodded him on, slowly counting out the last 10. Mike fell back on the mat. Julie smiled down at him.

"My, my, that was quite a struggle. You might have to forfeit this contest before we even get to the wrestling match. You just lie there and try to pull yourself together while I do my next set."

He shot her a dirty look as Sarah giggled at her friend's teasing. Julie quickly finished her 25 jacknives and turned to Mike. "Anytime you're ready." she said.

He looked ridicululous doing them. His balance was all wrong and he laboured mightily. Jacknives are a tough exercise and he let his legs drop after 10 reps.

"15 left, keep going." Sarah called out.

Mike groaned and did a few more before collapsing again. Eventually, 2 or 3 at a time, he made it to 25.

"Man, this is going to take all day," complained Julie, keeping up her psychological battering. "I think I better pick up my pace to leave more time for slowpoke here."

She snapped out a crisp 50 leg raises. With a pained look, Mike began his set, barely lifting his legs.

"I don't know if those even count as leg raises", said Sarah.

"We better take what we can get' Julie responded "otherwise we'll still be here when the next class starts."

Mike finished his set with great difficulty and rolled over onto his hands and knees, holding his now-burning stomach.

Meanwhile Julie continued her torment, standing in front of him pounding furiously on her steel-hard abs. "I just love a good burn, don't you Mike?" she asked sweetly. "Tell you what" she continued "I usually do weighted situps next but we can skip those, unless you want to run downstairs and grab a couple of plates."

He remained bent over on all fours.

"I'll take that as a no. Ok, time for some side crunches, 50 to each side. These are easy, right Sarah?"

The brunette laughed at her friend's mischieviousness. Julie quickly performed her set the stood beside Sarah, waiting for Mike. Grimacing in pain with every movement, he made it onto his back, knees bent to one side. Relieved to be working his obliques instead of his tortured abs, he did his 100 reps without stopping although his pace was far slower than Julie's. "There" he said, "I'm not used to that much ab work but I made it. Betcha thought I was going to quit."

"That's great Mike" said Julie "but we're not done yet. I always finish with another 100 crunches."

He stared at her, disbelievingly. "No way" he said angrily "You're just trying to wear me down. Just because you've got..." He didn't finish the sentence, realizing what he was about to say.

"Just because I've got stronger abs?" said Julie, picking up his train of thought. "Is that what you were about to say?"

Mike looked sheepish.

"I thought you might try to wimp out" she continued "so I wrote it down. Show him, Sarah."

Sarah pulled a piece of paper from her sweat pants pocket and handed it to him. He read it - 100 crunches, 25 jacknives, 50 leg raises. weighted situps to failure, 100 side crunches, 100 crunches.

"And we didn't even do the situps, Julie reminded him. "Anyway, I'll let you reconsider conceding the contest while I do my set."

Her energy level soared as she anticipated forcing this much larger, more muscular man to submit to her. She finished crunching.

"Are we going to do this or would you rather just admit I'm stronger than you?" she badgered, her hands on her hips and chest thrust out proudly. Julie saw the dread on his face as he began. By the time the count reached 15 he was barely hanging on and at 25 he stopped. From that point on, he could only manage a few at a time. Finally making it to 50, he collapsed and lay on his back, barely able to breathe.

"50 more" said Sarah.

"I can't" he wheezed.

"Do you quit? asked Sarah.

Mike didn't speak but shook his head. It took several more minutes and he was barely moving his shoulders off the mat but he slowly and agonizingly made it to 100, moaning in pain with every movement. Again he rolled onto his hands and knees, his head resting on the mat, arms folded around his stomach. Julie smiled, realizing that even laying flat on his back was too painful for him. She was going to take great pleasure in the humiliation she was about to administer.

"Ok," she said "let's wrestle. Show me how easy it is to beat a little aerobics girl, Mr. Muscle Man."

She and Sarah grabbed a few more mats and put them together to make a big enough area for wrestling.

"Come on, Mike, ready to kick my butt?" she prodded.

"Wait." he answered feebly "I'm not ready yet."

"Too bad. We agreed to run, do abs and then wrestle," Julie reminded him. "That's my handicap, to offset your weight and height advantage and because you've got such big, strong muscles, remember?"

Mike looked up at her, his face miserable, finally realizing he'd been outsmarted and she'd been setting him up the whole time. She was fresh and energetic, bouncing up and down on her toes and punching her fist into her open hand like a boxer getting ready for a fight.

With tremendous difficulty, he stood a slowly made his way to the mats, pain bolting through his stomach with every step. He stepped onto the mat and Sarah called out "Ready...wrestle. Mike extended his arms, hoping he could grab Julie and keep her away from his tender tummy but she was not about to fall for that. She kept moving, circling, looking for an opening. Mike was moving very slowly, still breathing heavily. Julie faked a punch at his gut and he bent forward to cover up. She moved straight in, stuck a leg between his and pushed hard on his shoulders, sending him over on his backside. He groaned in pain as he landed and clutched his stomach. Instinctively he rolled over onto his hands and knees. Julie pounced immediately, lacing her arms around his neck in a full nelson and wraping her legs around his middle. She then rolled onto her side, taking the big man with her. Her legs were her strongest and most muscular body part and they cut into Mike's sides with such force that he literally screamed "Nooo, stop it, stop it, please!"

"Do you give?" asked Julie. No answer. She squeezed as hard as she

could.

"Ok, ok, you win." he yelled.

"Give?" she asked again.

"Yes." he said weakly.

"Then say it." she demanded.

"I give." he said, his voice a mere whisper.

She gave him one last shot with her legs and released him.

Standing over Mike she sang out "Aerobics girl leads, 1 - 0. Ready for the next fall, tough guy?"

"Nooo, no." Mike moaned.

"You're not?" asked Julie with mock surprise. Does that mean you're conceding the match?"

"No (gasp), I just (gasp) need a (gasp) rest." he pleaded.

"We didn't say anything about resting but I guess we could take one minute, if you really need it. Got your watch, Sarah?"

"Yeah, one minute, starting...now." her friend replied.

Julie used the minute to pose over Mike, flexing her hard little biceps.

"Time's up." said Sarah.

"Get up," demanded Julie.

Mike rose unsteadily to his feet. This time Julie went straight for him. He tried to fend her off but she easily avoided his clumsy attempts and swiftly stepped behind him, grabbing him around the waist. Mike groaned again as she twisted sideways and tripped him to the mat. She followed up by dropping her knees onto his aching gut, causing him to cry out in pain. From there it was simply a matter of of sitting on his stomach and bouncing her hard, round ass a few times. All the fight was gone from the muscular bodybuilder and she easily held his wrists on the mat, placing her knees on his arms. Every move he made to try and throw her off caused great waves of pain to shoot through

his abdomen. He was pinned and helpless.

"Give?" asked Julie.

This time there was no hesitation.

"Yes, I give." he said, "You win, please...get off me."

His voice sounded strained and tortured.

"I will, as soon as you say I'm fitter and stronger than you and aerobics are superior to lifting weights."

Releasing his wrists, she reached back and put a hand on his stomach,

pressing down hard. Mike's response was immediate. "Ok, Ok. Aerobics are

superior. You're stronger."

"And are you ever going to bother me or make any more cracks about my workouts?" she asked him.

"No, no never, I promise," he answered.

"Good. I think I've made my point." Julie said trumphantly.

She stood and put her foot on Mike's heaving chest as Sarah came over and gave her a high-five.

"Awesome, Julie." she said enthusiastically, "That was

incredible."

Julie looked down at her beaten victim. "It was a piece of cake," she laughed. "Come on, let's go do a few weights before aerobics class

starts."