Not even close...

Your powerful arms immediately crumple my lithe ones so quickly that laughter can be clearly heard from the audience. You easily rotate my arms to their respective sides and then downward, forcing my elbows to lock my arms straight down between us as my shoulders stretch backwards, arching my back. I don't know what I was thinking accepting a test of strength against someone so clearly stronger than myself, but your grip won't let me escape now. Stepping towards me, you lock my wrists and elbows straight and lift, forcing me to my tiptoes whilst I desperately and ineffectively try to gain the leverage needed to escape.

Your powerful body has complete control over my slender form.