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Charlottesville Lady Arm Wrestlers 1 by Billy Hunt

 

I love strong women. I’m drawn to muscles, sweat, and bad language in the fairer sex. When I started hearing rumors about a women’s arm wrestling league launching in Charlottesville, Virginia, I knew I had to photograph it.

Part lucha libre, part amateur theater, part cock fight, part estrogen-fueled, back-lot circus, the Charlottesville Lady Arm Wrestlers (CLAW) exceeded my expectations from day one. Spectators and wrestlers crammed shoulder to shoulder, everyone hollering and talking trash, fans placing bets and passing around fake money (all of the proceeds going to charity), I couldn’t stay away. Even better, I became a part of it. I elected myself chief paparazzi of their bawdy spectacle.

As the CLAW project evolved, I became more enamored. I began shooting portraits before matches, trying to capture the essence of the arm wrestlers’ persona under more favorable lighting conditions. When contrasted with the gritty, claustrophobic feel of my live shots of the event, these images add a more composed element to the melee.

The beauty of CLAW is that everyone can get in on the fun. Whether you’re a wrestler, a briber, a member of Bridezilla’s entourage, a paparazzi like myself, or just a CLAW-curious, you too will find yourself singing the Straight Punch to the Crotch hit: “I Love My CLAW!”