The Fairest Muscle Babe Of Them All (For Scorn)

Alaina was making slow progress when suddenly she felt herself getting stonewalled and then pushed back! She shook her head in disbelief and protest but it did not good. Alaina was now the one being forced back! She cried out, giving it her all to try to cease Diana from pushing her back further and further!

If both women worked this contest on strength alone, the two women would likely be stuck in each separate competition for hours. That being said, it was evident each and every contest was as much a competition of the mind as it was the body. Neither woman could overpower the other, so Diana simply allowed Alaina to think she could do so easily, a lure that was now costing the Amazon dearly.

Pushing back with every muscle roaring, Diana didn't relent at all, going for the win here and now, knowing full well that a single break would put the power back in her foes hands!

Alaina struggled and strained trying to halt Diana's momentum. She gave it her all feeling like she was the stronger woman. However, with each step back she took she felt like it was false confidence. She believed herself to be stronger, and have more endurance. Right now even if it were true Diana was proving to be smarter. More technical.

Alaina stumbled back and soon found Diana pushing her out of the circle! A whistle blew calling for a break and if Diana didn't Alaina would lower herself and literally shove Daina off of her, glaring straight through her.

As pissed off as Alaina was at Daina, she was even more angry with herself for blowing such a contest after it had begun in her favor. That was inexcusable in her mind. Shaking her head, Alaina stood there with her hands on her hips looking down.

Just like with the earlier arm wrestle, the moment had felt to last forever yet in reality it was but a few seconds. Timed seemed to pass at a fraction whenever the two women exerted strength upon each other, a fact that brought a smile upon the winners face every time they gained a victory. Releasing her fingers, she'd ever remain a women above the standard taunt and tease many would give in gloat.

She'd simply raise her finger, waving it as if to symbolise she believed it one of many.

"That must of been a knife to your pride, huh..." Hands to her own hips as Diana too sought to achieve a brief rest, she'd make comment again not in the effort to taunt Alaina. She simply wanted to make sure the Amazon knew she was still in this.

Alaina scowled and shook her head at Diana. "Probably about as much as yours hurt when your cocky ass lost in arm wrestling." Alaina said as she crossed her arms and stood right in Diana's face. "So what is next for us?" Alaina asked knowing that it was up to Diana.

She thought the tiebreaker was a bikini or fitness contest but if Diana wanted to do more Alaina would never ever back down from any challenge regardless of the foe. Especially Diana. The more Alaina could come out on top against this woman the happier the amazon found herself.

Diana simply rolled her eyes, unhindered by the woman's words. She knew Alaina wasn't so foolish as to think the contest was over and won, but simply couldn't resist nearly falling for the woman's taunts, visibly restraining herself with clenched fists soon turning to open palms. Her posture becoming less tense, she'd turn her eyes, the next challenge already in mind for the Italian.

"Isn't it obvious?" She'd whisper, eyes already latched on the nearby weights, placed by the ropes as to not interfere with their previous challenges. She couldn't help but smile, given the two trying to out-press one another was the most notable moment of their first full meeting. In said meeting, the two had came out even.

Something Diana was obviously eager to change.

Alaina quietly glared at Diana and made her way to the bench. She racked plate after plate wothout saying a word. After all was said and done the amazon had an impressive 275lbs racked and ready to go.

Alaina settled on the bench, reaching up and firmly gripping the bar with her hands. This was it. It was time to put Diana in her place again. Alaina was not going to let this woman win. She lift the bar up and brought it to her chest, lifting alowly and steadily making hwr way to one silid rep! Again she lowered the bar and it shook. With a scream the amazon lift it again, much more slowly and shakily..... but with a final accentuated cry up it went#

A tired Alaina racked the weight and got off the bench, breathing heavily as she looked at Diana motioning to the bench.

Diana watched like a hawk as her rival made her motions towards the bench first, smiling that the contest had descended into something of purely actions rather than pointless goading. Albeit, she suspected the winner of such a defining contest certainly wouldn't be silent after it.

Watching her rival stack the weights, she'd notice Alaina would go a full 15lbs greater than their first meeting, cleanly and solidly pressing the weight up and down with a modest effort.

Smiling, Diana would soon opt to do the same, placing herself firmly on the bench, before latching hands to the bar. Lowering it firmly, she'd then raise the bar, setting aside the same weight that Alaina had just displaced. Grunting, she'd shuffle herself from the bench, before giving similar motion to Alaina.

Given the Amazon had already picked the weights, it seemed somewhat right that she continue with such, until either or perhaps both could no longer match the increase.

Alaina was surprised Diana could match her at 275. That was Alaina's best effort and Diana was right there with her. Taking a deep breath Alaina put 5 lbs on each side for 285. This was more than she ever successfully benched before. She had to get it done now no matter what.

Alaina laid on the bench and gripped the bar. Her body glistened with sweat and she lift the bar up, lowering it before she slowly pushed up again. This time she let out a scream as she had to exert every bit of strength and effort she had in her! The bar rose slowly, her arms shook, her whole body seemed to tremble and the bar raised up slowly.... steadily...... done!

She just set a new best for herself, 285lbs. She got off the bench and was too tired to be cocky or motion to Diana. Her foe knew what she had to do.

Diana watched as her fierce rival again upped the contest, increasing the weights a solid 10lbs in total. Diana herself could not relate to this being her best or not; the bench press was rarely used by the woman who designed her fighting style on maximum cardio and endurance. She believed Alaina to be the same, but it had already become apparent that the Amazon had the strength outright in the arm wrestle earlier.

Propping herself back in that position, she would once more grasp the bar, lowing it firmly to frame. Grunting, the easy part over, she began to exert her strength. Whole frame compressing, the Italian's face contorted as she exhumed every ounce of power she had in her, lifting the bar in a wobbly fashion at first, before finding balance. Roaring out, sweat beginning to pour, the amazon somehow matched her brunette counter part, placing the bar back upon the brace.

Sitting up, she'd bring the back of her hand to her forehead, before brushing the whole thing off as if it was nothing.

"And that's...how it's done..." She'd moan, before standing, hands to her hips supporting her before it was again Alaina's turn.

Whether her foe realised it though, was that Diana was beyond spent. What was a difficult task for Alaina, was a monstrous task for the Italian. She knew she was most certainly at her limit, and rightfully feared what was about to come...