I sessioned with Tapered Physique a couple months ago. She was very easy to set up with and wow is she strong! I’m 6’ 180 lbs and she made me tap every match I never came close! Her muscles are perfect for worship as well! Highly recommend.

Just saw TP last night in LA, this would be my third time. I actually gained a few pounds (I’m about 230) and when she lifts me she asks if I got lighter! We are over 80 pounds apart! That’s how strong this women is in such a small frame but damn, rock solid. Perfect combo of beauty and beast, strong and sweet. This woman never stops amazing me each session. Never a dull moment, super unique. I can go on and on for days about her I think. She never even struggled during every lift and they were quite a few! Love this woman!

I have always been reluctant to book a match with a female bodybuilder, falsely assuming they were going to be limited in speed and flexibility due to their muscularity. Something about Kelly's profile changed my mind. Her sassy hairstyle and sultry smile made me think, "this girl looks like a real ass-kicker!" I was right!

Before I get into the "painful" details, I first want to point out that Kelly could run the customer service department of most major corporations. I requested two separate changes to our initial meeting arrangements that would be more convenient for me. She complied both times. Super cordial. Super professional.

On the mats, Tapered Physique quickly dispelled all the misconceptions I had about wrestling a female bodybuilder. She was lightning quick, strong but very athletic. Her hot, toned curves twisted, squeezed, and stretched me into a true believer of muscular femininity. You can tell Kelly is a real lady wrestler, using an array of headscissors, armbars, rnc's, and crabs to punish me. One of the highlights was when she sprawled on my back, forcing me down on my face. Foolishly, I then tried to impress her with my farm boy strength by sitting out with her still perched on my shoulders, thinking I would flip her with a firemans carry. Suddenly, she had me clamped tight in a scissored crucifix. As she squeezed, she ground my shoulder blades together, giggling as I twitched and moaned in agony, giving me the safe but rough match I asked for. And the trash talk, hairpulling, and gut punching were as good as any given by Judy Martin or Ann Casey in the ring. Can't wait for the rematch this summer!
-mattslapper