Henry loves to arm wrestle. Tony just likes to wrestled. But when the asian sees Henrys huge flexing bicep hes willing to sink down to Henrys level.
Henry take off his shirt and lies stomach first on the mat. Tony then does the same while noticing the muscular striations on Henrys back. With a great deal of confidence Henry strongly grasps Tonys hand. Looking into each others eyes Henry says, Go.
Tony watches Henrys swelled bicep stand sturdy as a rock. The blondes elbow anchored the strong forearm which barely quivers during the struggle. The asian then eyes the crevice in the blondes chest and works his way up to his opponents strong, lean shoulders.
Their eyes meet against and Tony feels a little embarrassed. He finally notices that Henrys eyes have caught each and ever look Tony was giving him.
Slowly Henry ups the pressure. Tony keeps up but he grows uncomfortable by Henrys fixed stare. The blondes whole body is like chiseled stone, Tony thinks as he wishes he would have insisted on a freestyle match.
Tonys arm is almost pinned and Henrys strength is unwavering. Tony isnt sure which is more intoxicating, the burn in his own bicep or seeing the burn in Henrys. The asians arm finally hits the mat. Not with a thud bud with a light tap. Thats how much control Henry had during the match.