One Night in Tokyo...

Jessica stepped out of the cab into the blustery, chilly night. It was never truly night in Tokyo given the constant neon glow to the city and on this night, like all the others, the inky blackness was held at bay. She zipped the leather jacket up over her Yomiuri Giants tank top as she made her way to the entrance. The bar had a seedy reputation and it looked like it lived up to it. The Last Drop. The o flickered and did its best to cling to life, giving out after a second. The second she stepped in she was overwhelmed with the smell of cigarette smoke and almost gagged.

She looked around. Some men were drinking like it was the end of the world, and lecherous old farts were pining after painted ladies. Just like home. Her red wrestling boots clacked on the floor as she sidled up to the bar and ordered whatever piss passed for beer in this godforsaken place. The tip was generous. Jessica planned on being obscenely drunk this fine autumn evening and reckoned that would be a hint to keep the brews flowing.

She made her way to a table, tucked right against the wall. Billiard balls smacked each other and idle chatter filled the room. No one paid Jessica much mind. She thought her tight jeans might garner her a little bit more attention. The might have been mistaken for being painted on. The beer was cold and awful. It went down about as well as Jessica coming out as a lesbian to her dad. Jessica took another sip and eyed the room. There was probably going to be some trouble tonight, and Jessica wanted to be in on it.

A tall and quite beautiful woman who towered over most of the masses in Japan walked down the streets, having parked her 1967 Mustang a block or two away from the bar in a parking building. The finest car ever made in the mind of Josey, it wasn't just a means of transport but more so a close friend to the buxom blond. She wore a long brown bovine leather coat, reaching down towards her boots. Her pitch black hat covered her head, a white tight fitting blouse shirt snuggled her incredibly trained and toned body, and fit tightly around the mighty Texans chest, forcing the top two buttons, besides the collar button to be unbuttoned. Tight fitting dark grey jeans pants hugged those strong legs of hers and brown leather boots with promiment heels which made a pleasant clacking noise whenever she took a step brought out the full package of her outfit and her over all look.

She had chosen to step into a new bar for the night, a place which she had never visited before. When she entered the establishment. Of this place called The Last drop, she was pleasantly surprised at the odor and the crowd, it was totaly her sort of place. The strong smoke smell, the music, the sound of billiar balls crashing into one another, the feeling of alcohol in the air. It put a pleasant smile upon the face of the tall blond.

The buxom cowgirl began to make her way up to the bar counter, pushing through the masses to get up and order a tall glass of burbon. After recieving it, the Outlaw would proceed to head off towards the tables, finding one empty one and one that housed a purple haired woman. She chose the empty table, though as it were the two tables were right next to each other, so she might as well have seated her self with the other girl.

The Texan threw off her coat and let it hand over the back of her chair, she placed her hat down on the table and then proceeded to throw back the entire glass of burbon, drinking the strong liquid in one go.

Jessica looked over the tall blonde woman and nearly rolled her eyes. The cowboy shtick. Jessica wrestled all up and down the Midwest and half the damn girls had the same stupid cowboy hat and the same stupid cowboy boots. Not a lot of the girls were as beautiful as the woman walking in, though. This cowgirl was a total fox, she had to admit, and Jessica wondered how hot she would be with a black eye.

The cowgirl threw back a shot like it was nothing which in Jessica's mind was quite the feat. No chaser, even. Jessica chugged the rest of her beer, not wanting to be outdone. Jessica's violet eyes roved over the cowgirl once more. She looked strong, incredibly strong and had a quiet sort of intensity to her. She was a wrestler for sure.

Jessica stood up and knocked on the cowgirl's table. The girl was tall and Jessica wanted to let her know she was tall as well. And she liked looking down on people. "Hey, cowgirl." Jessica sneered as she said the word and let it hang in the air for a second. "I'm Jessica. You strike me as the gambling sort, and I just had a brainy idea." Jessica leaned against the table. Partly to see if the woman would look at her ample cleavage and partly to tower over the woman that much more.

Jospehine was soon made aware of the purple haired girl who sat at the table next to hears, after she had thrown her shot back, through the corner of her eye she saw the woman take her bear chug it down with intensity. Josey would let out a light chuckle at the sight, it was almost as if the girl was trying to compete with her, a thought that brought a humerous thought to the cowgirl's mind.

Looking over the girl a bit closer as she saw her move up to her feet, the Texan beauty got a pretty good look at how beautiful she looked, the purple haired girl was quite a beauty, tall but still shorter than Josephine, buxom but not as buxom as Josey, and she looked quite strong, but in Josey's mind she didn't look to be as strong as the mighty cowgirl.

Hearing the knocking on her table, Josey would casually turn her gaze towards the girl wh ohad now introduced herself as Jessica. " Hey'thar girly." Josey would answer her with a sneering smile, eyeing up at the girl with her fierce red eyes. " Oh ah am the gamblin'sort alrit'." Josey let out as she kept her wicked smile while looking on at the girl watching as she almost seemed to flaut the height advantage she had while standing over the taller Cowgirl. Of course when Jessica leaned over the table, Josey would eye the girl's ample bossom. " What'cha got on yar' mind darlin' ?"

Jessica sat down in the chair across from the cowgirl. She maintained a manic sort of smile as she eyed Jessica. Jessica knew the cowgirl was trying to gauge Jessica the exact same way Jessica was gauging her. Jessica could not help but reciprocate the smile. Her pearly whites flashed in the dim light of the bar and she cocked her head to the side.

"Arm wrestling. Loser buys a round. Or you could stare at my ample chest in jealousy," Jessica paused, "Til the cows come home." She put her elbow on the table with a thunk. Jessica was enunciating all of her words in a clear stentorian tone. Jessica was of course making fun of the girl's preposterous accent but she seemed too dim to pick that up.

Jessica narrowed her purple eyes. Oh yeah, this girl would do it. She wouldn't even take a second thought. Miss fucking Texas over here was strong and Jessica's brash confidence wouldn't let her entertain the thought that the cowgirl was stronger than her. Hell, this woman was really damn pretty too and her red eyes matched the fire of Jessica's purple ones. Maybe she could have her like she had Lamya. No, that was a thought for later.

Josephine kept her eyes locked with Jessica's as the girl sat herself down on the chair on the opposite end of the table, the blond beauty would reach back and grab a packet of smokes from her coat and pull it out, placing it on the table in front of them. The girl had a similarly twisted way of smiling to the cowgirl it seemed and it caused Josey to lightly lick the middle of her upper lips.

The buxom blond Texan would shrug her shoulders at the girls words, " Whateva could cause a lil'girly like you to think she'got a chance against lil'old me ?" Josey would mockingly let out as she had more than picked up on Jessica's mocking attitude, yet just didn't care enough about what she was mocking.

With their eyes fixed upon one another, The outlaw would bring her right arm up onto the table and with a bang bring her elbow down in a powerful and authorative manner. " Ah could always use a free drink. You're on, Girly." Josey let out as she'd move her arm into position and attempt to clasp her hand together with the purple haired hottie across from her.

Jessica's grin faded quickly. She didn't mind the girl taking the challenge and didn't bluff, not when it came to her awesome strength. "Lil' girly..." she muttered under her breath. Where did this yahoo get off on calling her such a thing? "Probably because I can curl what you bench." She grabbed the offered hand tightly. The cowgirl had incredible strength to her which was immediately felt in her grip.

Jessica breathed deeply taking in the putrid odor of cigarrettes. The playfulness in her manner was gone. This was crunchtime. "You say go." She flexed her bare arm and didn't push. Her violet eyes were screwed, focusing on the woman across from her. Any sign of weakness was to be exploited completely. Even a fleeting thought of doubt was to be punished. Jessica breathed out. Oh yeah, she was ready.

" Yeah, lil'girly." Josey let out with a smug tone as she heard Jessica mutter it out, it was pretty clear that she didn't enjoy what the Texan was calling her, which widened the smile of the beautiful blond quite a bit. " Ohoh ? Now that's impressive, cause ah bench thrice the amount you do sugah." Josey replied back for their little trash talking.

When Jessica gripped a hold of Josephine's hand the taller and more buxom girl would flex her grip a bit, the muscles of the cowgirl's arm showing through the sleeves of her white blouse shirt as she flexed. Hearing the purple haired hottie across from her turn a bit serious, the Texan would straighten up a bit, placing her boots firmly against the floor. Feeling the hand and arm of her competitor flex a bit she got a taste that this girl at least wasn't being completely over her head.

With their eyes fixed upon one another, red and purple glaring fiercly into one another. Takeing a deep breath, Josey was now just as serious, her eyes fixed upon the beauty as she finally opened her lips again. " Go." She'd let out in a calm manner, before she'd bring down the power of her awesome frame, her arm flexing greatly as she'd attempt and pull and bend Jessica's arm down, starting their arm wrestling contest with her fearsome power!

Jessica's eyes were wider than a church pew as Josey pushed against her. She felt her arm giving way. Her thoughts raced as she scrambled to gain back some leverage. She collected herself and let her opponent feel the strength of her own puissant arm. Gritted teeth and a drop of sweat showed exactly how much Jessica wanted this. A free beer would have been nice to keep it real with this goddamn cowgirl would have been a lot better.

The contest of strength began to garner the attention of a few of the other patrons. Jessica's grunts could be heard over the soft country music in the bar. Jessica held eye contact with her opponent trying to see if she was struggling anywhere near as much as Jessica was. She sounded perfectly calm. Far from ideal.

Jessica was really giving it her all. The cowgirl had to give her some ground, surely. The taste of the terrible beer rolled around in her mouth as if to remind her of the sweet taste of victory. "Come on, sweetheart, don't tell me that is all you got." Jessica did the best she could to tame her wavering voice. With one great surge she did her best to begin bending Josey's arm as opposed to getting bent. If she could make some leeway she wouldn't have to cheat. At least not yet.

A wide grin grew upon the beautiful face of the Outlaw as she poured tons of power and force down against her foes own mighty arm, this little arm wrestling competition turning fiercely intense as the buxom blond Texan was showing just what power was. The few patrons surrounding the two of them had already turned their heads too look upon these two incredibly beautiful wrestlers go at it in this little competition of theirs.

The grunts and groans of the sexy purple haired girl got Josey to chuckle lightly through her own much more softer groans of struggle. Their eye contact never broke, as both of them showed of pure determination through just their gaze. Josey herself was struggling, but it didn't seem to be as greatly as the slightly shorter girl. Her feet dug into the floor of the bar as she keep the fearsome competition between the two of them going.

As Jessica began to force more and more power into it, the arms of the two hotties shaking in their struggles. Josephine's arm was starting to slowly be forced up to the starting position by the cocky yet tough foe of hers. Something which got Josey to release a groan of frustration. " All ah got ?" The cowgirl let out as she'd grit her teeth slightly, " You haven't even seen the half o'it." The outlaw spoke out as the grin reappeared on her face, following which Josey would try and increase the pressure she was pouring down upon Jessica's arm, attempt to lean in, adding more of her fearsome strength and now starting to add in her weight to the equation. " Still think ya'stand a chance ? " the blond would teasingly mock Jessica as she kept ramping up the pressure.