Weighing in at a puny 90lbs, Frank is feeling anxious as he tries to match Irene's abilities with his own. Weighing in at a muscular and fit 155lbs, Irene isn't wasting any time showing him why he can never hope to compete with her. She will always have the advantage over such a tiny, puny, pathetic opponent. There's really no way out, Frank. Immediately after he taps out, his small foot slams in between Irene's big, thick thighs, crushing him. The decision to tap out and escape was wise since he undoubtedly would not have been able to withstand having his legs and arms smashed to the bone by Irene. To put it mildly, Irene seems to be enjoying their matchup, which sees her tossing his puny, little body in the air, swinging his weak, lightweight body like a saucer, and barely holding him. She continues to press her entire body onto his chest, causing his ribs to nearly crumble. His small body would be ideal for one of Irene's practice games, in which his head would serve as a cushion for her thighs as she snips away at him. And do you reckon you could beat Irene in a fight? The final stretch — Frank is about to black out from the crushing pain in his limbs as Irene carries him like a sack of nothing, stretching his legs so hard he nearly breaks his spine. In fact, she can even exert sufficient pressure on his chest to block his airway, leaving him unable to breathe but she's too kind to go the extreme. As Irene grabs Frank by the back of the neck, she scissors his body, squeezing his jelly-like bones so tight that Frank's body soon becomes sore and swollen from all the relentless pounding, crushing, and humiliation of not being better than a woman like Irene. No breaks, no tapping out, just pure humiliation, embarrassment, and a lot more body-crushing from the ever-strong woman Irene who is 65 lbs heavier and stronger than Frank! Victory pose!