No Limits -- Part 2 When First They Met

[Corwin]

Petrowski knew what to expect. He'd walk into the gym and all eyes
would turn to him. Conversations would stop. Some guys might even
drop their weights. Petrowski knew why. He was a sight to behold --
a huge man like they had never seen. He was thickly muscled, lean and
tight. People just didn't look as fit or as masculine as he looked.
He'd like to believe that he got use to it, but he hadn't. He also
lied to himself that he didn't get off on the intimidating effect he
had on people. He did.

He stood across the street and read the sign, "Adam's Gym". He'd done
his research. He knew this is where the big boys in town trained. He
knew this is where he'd find Jonny Romero. Petrowski twisted to his
side, cracking his back and loosening up his muscles. He walked
toward the door.

As he stepped inside, he noticed ten or so guys standing near a power
rack. Other guys were working out on a variety of machines or using
free weights. Some turned to him, but immediately turned away,
totally disinterested, and continued their workouts. No one seemed
shocked to see a guy the size of Petrowski come into the gym.
Petrowski felt a pang of anger at the let down.

In the corner, he heard guys counting. "forty-eight, forty-nine,
fifty..." There was a steady rhythm -- each second ticking off
another number.

Petrowski walked over to the desk. "How much for a day's workout?" he
asked.

The guy behind the desk looked up, shrugged and said "Ten dollars."
Petrowski banged down ten bucks and walked toward the locker room,
looking over to the crowd. The counting had now gotten into the 80s.

Through the spectators, Petrowski saw a guy on a bench. He was moving
at least 20 plates, the bar sagging on either end from the stress. He
couldn't see much of the lifter, but did see that his legs were
massive. They reminded Petrowski of his own powerful wheels.

Petrowski walked into the locker room and found a place to stow his
gear. He stipped off his 9X sweatpants that covered his workout
shorts and put on a green t-shirt that said 'Army'. Then, he went
back into the gym. The process took about a minute.

The crowd was still counting. They were now into the 140s. The
bencher hadn't slowed down and was still cranking out rep after rep
like a machine. Petrowski began to walk over, twisting his back and
stretching his torso as he walked. When he got closer he could
finally see the lifter's face. It was Jonny Romero.

"One forty-nine! One fifty!" Jonny lifted the bar for a final time
and placed it on the rack, totally in control.

"Man! That was incredible!" screamed one of the on-lookers. There
was a noticable bulge in his pants.

"No problem. Could have gone on longer, but that's a good warm up."
Jonny said, grabbing a towel and dabbing some small amount of sweat
from his forehead.

"Mind if I work in?" asked Petrowski. People turned to look at him.
Sure, people challenged Jonny on occassion. Even Adam liked to have
fun with the big kid, pushing him to his limits to help him grow.
Nobody was ready for a new comer to take Jonny on though.

Jonny stood up. He was slightly shorter than Petrowski, but his body
looked thicker. Petrowski's mind couldn't comprehend that anyone might
actually be bigger than he, so he rejected that. He knew he was
stronger than this kid.

"Sure," said Jonny casually. "You're new here. Welcome." Jonny
extended his hand. Petrowski grasped it firmly and shook once. Jonny
grinned. He watched the new guy's forearm tense and ripple into hard,
thick muscle. Jonny felt the pressure build in the grip, and returned
the squeeze. They stood, hands locked for several seconds. A bead of
sweat appeared on Petrowski's forehead, and Jonny let go. "Go ahead
man, the bench is yours. Want me to change weights."

Petrowski shook out his hand. The kid had a killer grip. "Nah. That
looks like a good weight to start. What'd you just do, 150?"

"Yep," said Jonny. "Go for it." Jonny's self-confidence aggrevated
Petrowski. He used it to fuel his lift -- get angry at the weights,
not the kid.


The crowd made room for Petrowski. The big man lifted a leg over the
bench, then sat down. He stretched and spun his muscular arms in little
circles, loosening up his shoulders. When he was ready, he laid on the
bench under the bar. He positioned his hands and demanded power from his
pecs, delts and tris. The bar went up. Petrowski smiled as he cranked out
the reps with ease. Ten. Twenty. The crowd counted with him, a rep a
second, just like the kid. Rep after rep Petrowski lifted, his muscles
swelling from the exertion. He heard a small ripping sound from his shirt
as his muscles pumped bigger. After a minute and a half, Petrowski began
to feel the weight. If the kid could do it, so could he. He got mad that
his muscles would begin to rebel and continued to crank out the weight.
The crowd continued to count, watching as the bar touched his chest then
was raised up with perfect form and control. At 120, Petrowski began to
slow. His face turned red and sweat eeked through his shirt. Still, he
demanded more strength from his body as he continued to lift with perfect
form. The clock neared four minutes by the time he finished the 150th rep.
Jonny was ready with a spot that was never needed, but helped the man
position the bar back on the rack. Petrowski sat up and Jonny handed him a
towel.

"That was good man! Congratulations," Jonny said, patting the man on
the back.

Petrowski sneered a 'thanks', upset that he hadn't performed to his
best.

"You gonna be lift'n heavy, big guy?" asked Jonny. "My workout
partner bailed on me today, so if you need someone to spot you, I
wouldn't mind. Since school started, the other big guys use that gym.
My name's Jonny Romero, but everyone around here calls me 'The Weed'."

Petrowski stood up. "Ya, could use a partner today if you don't mind.
Name's Petrowski. Amos Petrowski. Why 'Weed'?"

"Ha. Well, " said Jonny, hitting a most muscular pose that showed his
substantial mass, thickness, hardess and vascularity, "when I started
lifting I grew like a weed. Still not big enough though."

For the next hour and a half, Petrowski and 'The Weed' lifted. Jonny
had no problem matching Petrowski's strength. If anything, Petrowski
had trouble remembering a harder workout he had been put through
recently. He had gone to the gym to get a handle on the kid's size
and strength, expecting to be able to handle anything he found. He
hadn't expected The Weed to be able to match his physical power, let
alone surpass it.

"Good workout man," said Jonny as they walked into the locker room.
Jonny stripped off his shirt. Petrowski watched as Jonny flexed his
bicep, raising and lower the arm, checking out his pump. Jonny
contracted the muscle, the huge peak raising above his fist. He
held the flex, forcing it harder. Petrowski noticed the river of
veins that covered his massive forearm. "Gotta get bigger," muttered
Jonny as he willed his muscles harder and bigger.

Petrowski lifted his shirt, examining the tears where the fabric had failed
against his powerful body. The shirt was wet and had the musky smell of a
man's sweat. He walked behind Jonny and flexed his massive arm. The peak
was huge and Petrowski thought looked like a twin of Jonny's powerful arm.
Petrowski squeezed his flex harder, forcing the striations in the muscle to
become visible and the veins to pulse beneath the paper-thin skin.

Jonny looked at Petrowski. "Looks like you got a good pump too."

"Gotta lift heavy to get big," said Petrowski, bringing the other arm
up, flaring his lats and hitting a double bicep pose.

Jonny hit the same pose. Jonny judged that his body looked tighter and his
muscle's harder than Petrowski's. "I went a little light today," admitted
Jonny. "I didn't want to show off since you're new here."

Petrowski pulled his arms down and in, hitting a crab, leaning into it
to show the huge mounds of his chest and hardness of his waist. "Kid,
you may be strong, but you aren't that strong." Petrowski's voice was
pure confidence. He knew it was a challenge, but now he'd show this
kid what pure Army power is.

Jonny followed, forcing his chest to display raw striations. Each
chest muscle forced into the other, bulging hard. "Dude, don't make
statements that you can't back up."

Petrowski stood up and approached Jonny. They stood pec to pec,
Petrowski trying to intimidate the college stud with his slight height
advantage. "You wanna take this somewhere?"

Jonny looked the taller man in the eyes, his own eyes squinted with
contempt for the challenge. He nodded toward a door on the right
behind Petrowski. "You ever wrestle?"

Petrowski grinned. "A little," he said.

Jonny moved, brushing past Petrowski and pushing the big man out of
the way. He reached into his pocket and pulled out some keys and
unlocked the door. He opened it and turned on the lights. "You
comin'?" he called back to Petrowski.

The room was bright, with mirrors on every wall. The floor was
covered with padding that was delineated with circles and squares.
Jonny walked to one side of the room and turned toward Petrowski who
was standing in the door. Petrowski closed the door and took a couple
steps into the room. He stopped and stared at Jonny.

"Thought you were a nice guy and smarter than this," said Jonny as he
began to walk toward Petrowski's left.

"Just seein' what you're made of boy," said Petrowski, moving around
the edge of the room and keeping his distance from Jonny as he sized
him up. "You always been strong?"

Jonny laughed. "Got big for football. That was the start. Now, all I
care about is getting bigger, though I'm sure that I'm big enough to handle
you."

"Think so?" chided Petrowski. The two men continued to circle. "Ever
hear of a couple of guys named Tim and Derek?"

"Nah. They go to City?" asked Jonny.

Petroski made his move. He ran toward Jonny, going low, hitting the
kid in the knees and knocking him to the ground. Quickly, Petrowski
grabs Jonny's arms and pulled them back, wrapping his own massive guns
around them. Petrowski grabbed his arms, pulling Jonny back and
exerting force against Jonny's massive back. Petrwoski next slipped his
massive legs around Jonny's waist and locked his ankles together,
pressing his incredibly strong legs into Jonny's stomach. Jonny
gasped as Petrowski's scissor hold and full nelson forced the air out
of his lungs.

Petrowski pulled tighter, his massive muscles in control of the
powerful football player. He applied more force, his back flaring
wide with incredible power, his legs rippling and defined as he
squeezed Jonny harder.

Petrowski was about to ask Jonny if he gave up when he felt something.
First, his legs were pushed out as Jonny flexed his abs and intercostals
against Petrowski's legs. Petrwoski tried to increase the pressure, but
felt the steely-hard waist containing his power. Next, he felt Jonny take
a deep breath, expanding his chest and flaring his back. Jonny's arms
burst into a sea of huge muscle.

Petrowski increased his pressure on Jonny's back. Jonny's lats burst
in a mass of rippling rock as he began to lean forward. His pecs
bulged into his chin as he forced his arms forward and down.
Petrowski felt his hold weakening, being overpowered by the massive
stud. Petrowski grunted, demanding more power from his body but Jonny
continued to press forward.

Jonny's shoulder's were boulders, three heads clearly defined. His muscles
were thickly corded as he forced them against Petrowski's might. Petrowski
could barely believe his eyes when he saw that Jonny's upper arms were
thicker than his own. Jonny's upper body lurched forward as Petrowski's
grip failed. Petrowski saw the determination and glee in the kid's face as
he escaped the full nelson.

Petrowski leaned back, forcing more power into his legs, demanding
that they squeeze tighter. He felt them press against Jonny's waist,
contracting it.

Jonny grabbed at Petrowski's legs. His fingers pressed into
Petrowski's diamond hard calves and Jonny's forearms thickened into
rivers of ultra-defined muscled. Jonny's grip could crush steel and
his fingers dug into Petrowski's hard muscle. Petrowski resisted,
trying to flex his diamond calves even more, but there was no
resistence for Jonny's grip. Jonny's triceps and biceps exploded in
size and his lats contracted as he forced Petrowski's ankles apart.

Petrowski screamed, looking for more strength demanding that his legs
come together. Jonny continued to outmuscle Petrowski's thighs. He
forced his waist to be free. Petrowski felt a pain rush through his
legs as Jonny overpowered his crushing grip. Petrowski reluctantly
gave up and stopped flexing.

Jonny rolled to his knees and got behind Petrowski. Jonny's face was
determined. Petrowski was strong, but Jonny knew he would win. He had
to win. Before Petrowski could get to his feet, he placed one arm
between the powerful legs that had tried to crush him. From behind,
his hand reached over and grabbed Petrwoski's crotch. Jonny felt that
it was big, but not as big as his own. Jonny reached his other arm
over the soldier's thick lats and grabbed onto his massive pec.
Petrowski was beefy and strong, but Jonny needed to teach the man what
real muscle power is.

Jonny started to lift Petrowski. Sensing the move, Petrowski acted to
counter it. Moving quickly, he shifted his legs up and over Jonny's
shoulders. Using his massive arms to add to his momentum, he pushed
against Jonny's thighs, jumping over the unsuspecting muscleboy.

Petrowski now stood behind Jonny. For the first time he realized he
might have to rely on skill rather than strength to win. Reluctantly
he admitted Jonny was just too strong. He needed to try to force
Jonny to submit.

As Jonny began to get up, Petrowski wrapped his right arm around Jonny's
left. Petrowski tossed himself against Jonny's back. Jonny expected
something and absorbed the blow with his thighs, but this was what
Petrowski wanted. He grabbed Jonny's right arm with his left, locking this
elbows around Jonny's. Petrowski leaned forward, forcing Jonny's arms up
so that they hung over his shoulders. Jonny began to be lifted from the
ground. Petrowski heard Jonny's back crack and the football powerhouse
grunt, taken by surprise.

Jonny refused to give up. He began to flay about, searching for a way out
of this standing crucifix. Jonny wrapped his legs around Petrowski's
tree-thick thighs and began to flex his abs, forcing Petrowski up and
freeing the pressure on his arms. Jonny's face turned red as he demanded
his eight-pack abs contract and overpower the other wrestler. Petrowski
fought, but felt Jonny's unbelievable power once again dominate him.
Jonny's arms slid down Petrowski's and Jonny flared his powerful lats.
Petrowski's back began to crack and Jonny let his feet fall to the floor.
Lifting Petrowski up, Jonny successfully reversed the crucifix on
Petrowski. Petrowski fought, but to no avail. Nothing he could do could
break the hold as Jonny stretched the taller man's spine.

"Give?" cried Jonny, his face red and his body sweaty with the effort
of the match.

Petrowski screamed in one final effort to break free, then admitted defeat.
Jonny held him for a second before dropping him to the ground.

Petrowski panted as he sat on the mats, defeated.

"Where'd YOU get to be so strong?" Jonny demanded as he stood over his
fallen foe.

"Army. Special Forces. Can't talk about it," Petrowski admitted. He saw
Jonny walk over to him, and expected the kid to help him up. Instead,
Jonny wrapped his massive arm around Petrowski's neck and started to
squeeze.

"Thought it might be something like that," said Jonny.

Petrowski grabbed at Jonny's arm. Jonny tightend his grip. Petrowski
flexed his bull neck, but Jonny's rock-hard bicep dug into the soldier's
muscles. Petrowski's face turned red as the blood was cut off to his
brain. Jonny's sleeper hold was merciless. Petrowski used all his might
trying desperately to escape, but Jonny was too strong.

"Why?" Petrowski gurgled as he felt the room begin to grow dark around him.

"I always liked Air Force better," said Jonny.

When Petrowski was out, Jonny walked back into the locker room. He opened
his locker and took out three syringes. Bringing them back to the
unconscious man, he took a thick needle and pushed it into Petrowski's
thigh, extracting a small slice of muscle. Next, he took a vialed syringe
and extracted a blood sample from the man. Lastly, he took a syringe and
stuck it into the man's nuts, getting a sample of the juice that resides
there. "It's all for the good of research," said Jonny as he put the
samples away for safe keeping.

Amos Petrowski awoke in the alley outside the gym. There was a small
bandage on his leg and his balls hurt. His gear was intact, and there was
a voucher for one free workout at Adam's Gym with a note that said,
"Thanks, The Weed." He got up and walked back to his hotel. He'd need to
find another way to deal with Jonny Romero.

[Corwin]

just a note of thanks to wrestlejock646 for the help with the wrestling scene in this story.

Scott