Test of Strength

Odessa felt Alicia's leg flexed, and she, in turn, would flex her own, muscles bulging on both sides and straining against each other in an effort to intimidate which seemed to be fruitless for both sides. Still, Odessa might just be at a disadvantage. If Alicia chose to duel with their legs, then she must have quite a bit of faith in those thick, muscled thighs which she was putting on full display for her countrywoman. Odessa, of course, did not lack in the leg department, and had heard compliments from women in the United Kingdom, the United States, and here in Japan for her long and strong legs, which had on more than a dozen occasions elicited submissions from women by the exact application of painful scissor holds which cut off the oxygen flow to their lungs and made them feel as if their heads were about to be popped like soft grapes.

But for Odessa, her legs had always been one member of the team, one powerful, beautiful part of the war machine that was her entire body. Did Alicia see her legs differently? Perhaps she worked them out more than her arms. If that was the case, Odessa was looking forward to seeing what those fellow London legs could do. Alicia had been dangerous enough in the test of strength. As Odessa laid down next to the red-haired fighter, she had the feeling that she was now joining Alicia on her own home turf.

"I think you'll see that I've got plenty," Odessa would insist, as she raised her leg and scooted slightly closer to Alicia, so that the two of them could properly hook their legs together, the bottom sides of each woman's thigh now in contact. She did not start pushing yet, waiting until they were both fully prepared, but she did brace herself against the canvas, ready to begin trying to muscle Alicia's leg down as soon as they agreed to begin.

Feeling her limb and Odessa’s pressing firmly against each other was a definite experience – there was no other way to put it. Whatever she might think about her legs by comparison, there was no denying that the older wrestler had a damn impressive set of gams on her and, as a scissor specialist, Alicia was now really curious to see how the darker skinned fighter did in that field. She was sure it’d be pretty spectacular. Given their length, definition and tone…

Yeah. Spectacular – spectacularly painful.

Maybe she’d be finding out soon enough, if one of them picked a scissor themed contest later on.

In the meantime, Odessa joined her on the mat and the two of them linked their legs in preparation for getting things started.

Shifting her shoulders and head until she was nice and comfortable, Alicia made sure she was ready. She could feel Odessa’s thigh pressing against her own, their limbs intertwined at the knees as they waited for the moment to begin pushing against each other.

”Alright,” she said, ”Ready. On three – one…”

Unconsciously, her muscles tensed in preparation. She braced herself in turn, aware that Odessa had done the same.

”Two…”

And…

”Three!”

Immediately, Alicia began doing her best to force her leg back down to the canvas, intent on showing her fellow Brit exactly how much power she had packed in her lower body. Thick heavy muscles drew tight, those big quads and hamstrings flexing into definition as she pushed against Odessa’s own strong limb.

Time to see how their lower body strength compared… Odessa’d had the edge with the arms – was Alicia right to be confident here or would the titaness she was up against have the advantage here as well?

With their legs now pressed together, knees hooking each limb around the other and the backs of their thighs in close contact, the two were ready to begin their next contest. Though her tired arms were getting some well-needed rest, there would be no relaxing for Odessa as she and Alicia prepared for a leg wrestling match. When she looked into Alicia's face, Odessa felt that she was not quite as prepared for this sort of contest as her sparring partner was. Still, no contest between the two of them would be decided before it even began.

Odessa leaned her body back slightly, her gaze now directed up at their interlocked legs rather than at Alicia's face. As her red-haired counterpart began to count down to the beginning of the contest, Odessa braced her upper body against the canvas and flexed the muscles in her leg, her quads and hamstrings and gluteal muscles all responding positively and causing her leg to quiver in the instant between the numbers two and three. Odessa was ready, and, as soon as Alicia's countdown hit three, she began to push, as hard as she could!

And Alicia pushed back. She pushed hard. Already, Odessa felt herself struggling to keep up the fight.

But keep up the fight she did, and, ten seconds in, the two were in a pure stalemate, with neither leg moving back toward the mat at all, and neither beginning to straighten out as it pushed the leg it was hooked around down to that surface. Muscles flexed against muscles, skin pushed against skin, and neither limb budged, as each British titaness brought her impressive heavy weapons to bear on her opponent.

But that state of affairs would not last indefinitely. Odessa kept trying to force Alicia's leg down, her muscles straining and bulging as they did their work. She found that there was absolutely no movement on Alicia's part, as her leg remained firmly in place. And, gradually, as seconds passed, even though the change in their positioning might have only been an inch, Odessa got the feeling that she was now on the defensive.

Unlike arm-wrestling, which she was barely familiar with and wouldn’t claim otherwise, Alicia had once done a fair amount of leg wrestling. Not recently, because she’d been moving to Japan and busy, but there’d been a time when it had been a regular part of her wrestling circle at school.

She’d won. All the time. So, after a while, she’d stopped because it’d got boring.

Of course, it went without saying that nobody at her school had been like Odessa, and the last thing this could be called was boring. Already, both women were applying more power than most of the roster could manage on their best day and neither was at her limits. Certainly, Alicia wasn’t.

Against someone she brutally outmatched, a single crushing attack was a good way to go. Against someone like Odessa, it was hard and grinding and just keeping going. No, the first moments of the match were a steady escalation on both sides, both women pressing their legs together. Muscles flexed and shifted, flowing against each other as the strongest parts of their bodies tried to shift the other.

Initially, stalemate.

But the redhead thought she’d felt it. A slight slip. The first pebble falling before the avalanche.

Grinning up at the lights, Alicia went to up the ante. Summoning yet more of the immense power of her legs, the red-headed amazon did her best to increase the downward force she was exerting against Odessa’s own limb. She’d held the dark-skinned beauty to a stalemate, now she wanted more.

If that had been the first sign of Odessa giving ground, she fully intended to exploit her chance. Her confidence had so far been proven justified. Now she just had to keep it up.

This was not the first time Odessa had leg wrestled. At every wrestling league she had been under contract with, she had found an opportunity to test the strength of her legs against those of another wrestler in a trial like this. But she would never have described herself as leg wrestling often. Even so, she kept the fight even for quite a while. Ten seconds passed, then twenty, then thirty, and she held the line, perhaps even causing Alicia's leg to tremble as it was nearly forced backward a couple of times. Both of them pushed, their legs pressing so tight that there was no space in between them. Muscles would mold together and compete almost directly as the two Britons battled to try to force the other's limb down. Two legs, each clearly able to lift significantly more than just its owner's body weight, found their equal as neither would budge for the longest while. Grinding and grinding and grinding together...

And then, with an almost imperceptible, and yet at the same time massive, slip, Odessa's leg began to lose ground. It was not a mistake or miscalculation on her part. Slip was not the correct word to describe it. She had done everything right, but Alicia's leg was simply overpowering hers, even when she was performing at her best and giving her all. As the redhead piled on the pressure, Odessa responded, giving it everything she had, grinding her leg into Alicia's hard, making her sparring partner sweat and hurt for every inch she managed to gain in their pushing war.

A minute passed, and Odessa's leg had only fallen back one inch. After another minute, another inch had been lost. That was all. The advantage Alicia held was slight, the margin so small that spectators would likely still declare it dead even.

But both Odessa and Alicia could feel the truth, and, as Odessa's leg was pushed back further and further, it would become easier for Alicia. Odessa realized that the clock was ticking for her in this contest, threatening to run out very quickly indeed.

Alicia felt the slight give in Odessa’s resistance, the slight buckling that wasn’t a break but was the first sign that the darker-skinned Londoner had hit the limits of how much force she could throw back. Alicia herself was having to dig deeper than she’d needed to for a long time, but she hadn’t quite topped out yet. And, while Odessa was fighting her hard for every single inch of advantage the redhead took, every inch also made getting the next one that much easier. Soon enough, she’d have her leg over Odessa’s and she’d be able to push down, using gravity and leverage to her advantage.

That’d speed things up a lot.

It’d also take a lot of the strain off her muscles, while putting more on Odessa’s.

Her countrywoman wasn’t making this easy in the slightest. Sweat was beading on Alicia’s brow in earnest again, muscles trembling in her thigh as she forced it against Odessa’s own leg. At least, she knew it had to be as bad for the other woman and the redhead’s pride in her sculpted lower limbs was sufficient that it’d take a good deal more for her to admit any discomfort in this particular contest.

Another flex, another push and Alicia had added another inch to her tally.

She’d have liked to complement Odessa at this point but that would have to wait until they were done. She needed all her focus for the battle.

The fight was clearly lost, but, like her opponent had in their opening test of strength, Odessa would beat a fighting retreat, forcing Alicia to expend massive amounts of her strength and willpower to win each and every inch. As the minutes passed, it would become easier and easier for her. What had once taken over a minute to win soon could be claimed in just under a minute, then half of one, then as little as twenty seconds. Odessa's leg remained virtually even with Alicia's for five minutes, as the backward movement was almost imperceptible to the naked eye, but now, there would have been no doubt even to an outright layman who had the upper hand. Odessa was sweating profusely, her leg shaking slightly as she tried to keep up the fight. But, more and more, she found herself unable to resist. Alicia's toned, powerful leg was pushing hers down, the lighter-skinned thigh managing to force her darker-toned leg back down to the canvas.

"Nnn...grrr..." Odessa grunted, doing her best to keep fighting, but, at last, it was all for naught, as Alicia managed to power Odessa's leg all the way down onto the surface of the ring, pinning it there in quite the awkward position for Odessa, putting some strain on her as she was bent quite uncomfortably in this position.

"Well...I suppose...that that's it, then," Odessa would groan, though her face bore a small smile even in defeat. "Please accept my surrender..."

Just like the first round, there was little inclination to give just because one side had seized the advantage and refused to let go. Anyone could make a mistake after all, and even if Alicia was visibly doing better, she was still sweating, still delving deep to keep up the massive pressure she was exerting. Given half a chance, the dark-skinned veteran could still turn this one around but she wasn’t going to get any chance.

Not this time.

Her leg bent back a little, then a little more and a little more and then it hit the canvas, Odessa now effectively pinned with her legs over her head.

She chose to give.

Alicia didn’t hesitate. The second Odessa asked, she released the pressure, allowing her own leg to slump off to the side. She’d have normally offered the other woman a hand but, to be honest, she wanted to give her leg a moment to relax before she put any weight on it. Her lower limbs were almost certainly doing better than Odessa’s were, but she was still not about to risk them cramping so a little rest it was.

Besides, if she didn’t want to stand, she didn’t suppose that Odessa would want to be getting up any time soon.

”Nice,” She complimented the fight the other woman had put up, gently slapping the brown thigh she hadn’t just been struggling against, grinning approvingly at the muscle tone she could feel (though she was grinning at the lights, not Odessa), ”I bet you’ve cracked some skulls with those babies. You’ll have to show me sometime.”

By which she meant she’d like to watch Odessa get those legs around someone else and put the squeeze on them. Masochism wasn’t one of Alicia’s things, not to mention it was hard to appreciate all the aspects of a great scissorhold from inside it.

Meantime though…

The redhead turned her head, trying to peer down the length of their tall forms to meet her fellow Brit’s gaze.

”Back to you. What’s round three going to be?”

Odessa fought as hard as she could, giving Alicia the same respect that her countrywoman showed her when they were engaged in the arm-on-arm challenge. But, when her leg was forced all the way down to the canvas, that was it. The leg wrestle was finished, and Odessa had come out the loser. But she still felt good, and was looking forward to round three, now that it was her turn to select the contest the two of them would compete in.

Feeling Alicia give her thigh an appreciative slap, Odessa would reciprocate the gesture, sitting up and reaching forward to gently slap her sparring partner's pale thigh, admiring the muscles that had been able to outdo her own just as much as Alicia was appreciating those of Odessa's leg which had put up such a valiant effort in defeat.

"Oh, you have no idea, darling. If you want a demonstration, I suppose that can be arranged...let's put a pin in that." Odessa chuckled, knowing that she had that as an option up her sleeve for later. Right now, she wanted to shift the focus away from their legs, to something that was more her speed. Her arms were still recovering from that brutal pushing contest, however. So, perhaps, something not quite focused on any one particular limb...

"But for round three," Odessa would say, "How do you feel about trading holds, hmm? Start with something simple, perhaps, and see who can endure it for longer..."

”A demonstration on someone else,” Alicia qualified with a sharp laugh, ”If you want to pick them for this, that’s fine too. But I’d like to see you make someone tap.” She shrugged, with an impish grin.

”I’m a bit of a connoisseur when it comes to other girls’ scissors. And a tiny bit sadistic too.”

Hopefully, Odessa wouldn’t hold it against her.

That said, her fellow Brit had something else in mind that’d change things up a bit, which was all to the good. Alicia’s arms were very sore and, while her legs were doing better, she also felt shifting the focus around would keep things fresher.

”Sure,” She agreed, stretching out her limbs before pulling herself up to a sitting position. Trading holds, she could do that. Well, depending on the hold of course. ”Nothing too hentai though. Breast smother’s about as far as I go and I’m pretty sure you have me beat there.” Not that Alicia was under-endowed in the bust, having a pretty spectacular rack for a woman of her athleticism and build. But Odessa’s was bigger and, from watching her matches, the dark-skinned titan was far more experienced at using her tits to break her opponents’ will than the redhead.

None of which was going to stop Alicia doing her best when Odessa picked the hold but she liked to think she knew a losing fight when she saw one.

”So what did you have in mind? And I guess you ought to go first, given this is your pick, so where do you want me?”

A tiny grin quirked at the end of her mouth, fully aware of how that sounded. Alicia was very definitely bisexual, very definitely liked girls and very definitely had no problems appreciating Odessa on an aesthetic level.