Notes from the Underworld

Jessica could feel the power in River's arm even if it she wasn't exerting any force. She could see the power in her tight muscular body and was amazed by all of the scars. Jessica noted that she could give damage and take it. A normal sane person would be deathly afraid. But Jessica had gone too far to back down now. Pride was on the line as well as...

"My wrestling boots. I will bet my wrestling boots." They weren't that valuable yet they had a sentimental value to Jessica. She wore them everywhere. A small crowd began to gather around River and Jessica. They lacked the sense to clear out.

"What are you throwing down?" Jessica eyed River's chips. That would be an ok bet. But Jessica felt she would bet something more. This girl was probably in possession of a few unusual and nasty things.

Styx licked her lips as she felt Jessica start to rev up, comparing arms and trying to get a read on who was packing the most artillery. Hard to tell. Jessica seemed a little more toned, which made the comparison a tricky. It was going to be close.

Good. She needed a little challenge. And plus, knowing where this was going to go, it would be nice to see more of Jessica's body before they started. Up close, she looked quite fuckable.

"Nice." She reached over and grabed the hat, setting it down right on top of the boots. "My hat. Well," She closed her eyes for a moment and enjoyed the chuckle. "Not technically my hat. But you get me."

Jessica put her feet flat on the ground. If there was such a thing as proper arm wrestling technique Jessica had never learned it. She had always gotten by on strength alone and she reckoned she could get away with that here. Her strength would have to be her well, strength here.

She looked River up and down one last time. River wasn't really her type but Jessica was always ready for new experiences. And Jessica was a little curious about what she looked like all the way naked.

"So, on three." Jessica changed her grip slightly. That hat almost certainly had an interesting story to go along with it, and Jessica was curious about it. The current tense moment wasn't exactly right for story time so Jessica didn't ask. "One..." She purposely drew the syllable out. Nothing wrong with a little foreplay. "Two...." Even longer. She braced herself. This was going to be fun. "Three!" Jessica pushed as hard as she could.

Styx, as it turned out, did have a little arm wrestling experence. She was hardly a champion, but she'd often used her strength to hustle a few dollars out of the bars she visited back in America. Walk in with a vest on to hide the muscles, challenge the drunkest, dumbest son of a bitch you can find, put him down and collet your money or take his teeth if he doesn't pay up. River Styx's Guide To Fast Cash.

Jessica was a bit bigger than those guys, though, and with much bigger balls. She might actually be even stronger than Styx herself. Might. One way to find out.

She went at it hard the moment the bell rang. Muscles swelled. Veins popped. Teeth classhed. She poured everything she had to pour into Jessica's, pressing so hard she was almost afraid their elbows would crack the table.

Jessica grunted with effort. River was undeniably strong and Jessica found herself losing some ground at first. A look of shock spread over her face. How was this abominable woman winning? Hell, Jessica began to feel a drop of sweat or two on her brow. This wasn't going the way she intended it to.

Jessica decided to change that as best she could. She tapped some arrogance or strength within herself and pushed River past 12 o clock. The ball was in River's court now as she gained turf on River. The early setback had given way to some confirmation of Jessica's strength. She would have smiled if she weren't too busy grunting and gritting her teeth.

God. Damn. Jessica wasn't as strong as she looked, she was actually stronger. With the exception of Oozaru Migiri, she was probably the biggest, stronger girl she'd ever tangled with in any way for any reason.

Styx had a littte smile before the effort forced it back into a snarl. She was getting goosebumps.

For a little while it seemed like she had the reigns. It was slow going, inch by inch, but she was going down, and it seemed like it would be a straight shot. But then, all of the sudden, she wasn't losing ground anymore. She was gaining it. Styx was pushing hard, you could have formed diamonds between their palms, but it wasn't enough anymore. "Fuck...purple, fucking bitch..."

Jessica made some indistinguishable noise as she was getting pushed back again. River had turned the table so that Jessica was on the downward slope once again. She was now gripping the table with her free hand, her cigar a distant worry. That provided her with a little bit of leverage which she used to push River back to dead even.

"Goddamn goddamn ahh fucking psycho..." Jessica spouted gibberish as she tried to gain an advantage in this titanic tussle. She put all of her strength into one final push, a gambit to get River out of this competition. A few of the gamblers that lacked the foresight to get out of the room were now beginning to bet on this arm wrestling competition. Jessica took it as an insult that more people were betting on River.

Styx was going to pop something at this rate, as she pushed harder and harder and got less and less in return. She followed Jessica's suit and gripped the table, wishing she had one of those handles that professional armwrestlers used in the competitions. Not that it would make much difference now, but a little convenience wouldn't hurt.

Styx was going down. Down. Down. All she could do was grunt and groan as the inches ticked away, further and further, not much further to go now, almost... "Gonna fuck you so hard, fucking cunt, fucking..."

Jessica held her breath as got so close to the table. It was so goddamned close. How on earth was this woman still holding out, goddamnit. Her muscles swelled one last time, trying to bring this match to a close.

Jessica grunted in involuntary "Oooofffff" as she pushed River's arm down to the table. She hopped up and let out a triumphant cry, raising her arms and jumping. Jessica won. Of course she won. It was silly that anyone ever doubted, even for a second. She pointed at River. "How'd you like that one, bitch! Give me that goddamn hat!" Jessica grabbed at the cowboy hat.

Fuck. Styx lost. Styx hated losing. Sure, it was a good match. Intense. Fun. But she still hated losing it. She hated having to give up her hat. She hated Jessica celebrating and not getting her ass fucked on the floor. These were all things she had to fix, immediately.

Jessica asked for the cowboy hat, so Styx gave it to her. And the table it was sitting on, too.

She reached under it, grabbed it tight at both sides, lifted it up and charged forward, trying to plow into Jessica with and drive her towards the nearest wall. The bar patrons finally got the idea and started to leave the room, giving them some much-desired privacy.