ARM WRESTLER- HOW would you describe a very exciting arm wrestler battle in a book?
Palm to palm, forearm to forearm, the aggressors locked their gaze, each exuding confidence, strength and potency. Each motivated by the will to win, beads of cold sweat broke through on their beetling brows. At the moment of the umpire’s word muscles tightened, flesh taughtened, biceps tensed and peaked. Each wrestler fixed their frame as if hewn from stone, set themselves with earnest turgidity for the onslaught. Flesh rippled as sinews strained, and tendons creaked. This microscosmic war raged, moments that seemed like eons to the warring parties flashed by for the riveted throng whose cries of encouragement sounded like the shrieks and wails of the suffering masses in the hellish visions of Heironymous Bosch. Time became a frozen moment of desperation, as each battler strove to master the pain that welled within them. neither dared make even that longed-for, miniscule movement that might salve their mounting agony, neither dared intimate even a iota of weakeness. Cold sweat now tri
