More Ferocious than the Male
By Nicholas Klinsman, http://www.mindsync.com/rapty/moscow.html
A combative female destroys and humiliates a male challenger


By the time Vera finished her workout, most everyone had already cleared out
of the gym. It was almost closing time and unlike just a couple hours before,
there was no loud, fast paced music to pump up the weightlifters. Also, gone
was the sound of stomping feet pounding away during an aerobics workout. The
buzzing of treadmills and stationary bikes had been replaced by the
custodians' vacuum cleaners.

After getting dressed Vera undid her ponytail. Tilting her head from side to
side, her shoulder length reddish brown hair unfurled and bounced into place.
Standing in front of the locker room mirror she applied a coat of lipstick,
and smiled to herself when she thought back to what had happened earlier that
night in her martial arts class. As part of a demonstration, she had squared
off against one of the instructors named Brian. Relations between the two of
them had become icy ever since Vera for the second time rejected his offer for
a date. Although he wasn't bad looking, and had a well built 6 foot 2 two
hundred twenty pound physique. Brian wasn't her type. Besides being arrogant
and crass. He also had a mean streak in him. In his eyes and disposition Vera
saw the same abusive signs she knew all too well from her previous marriage.
There was no way she would let any man put her through such pain ever again.

During the exhibition Vera was told to throw a punch so Brian could
demonstrate a certain type of throw. Doing as she was instructed, Vera lashed
out with a fierce left jab. But, unfortunately for Brian he had completely
expected her to throw a right-handed punch. Caught off guard, Vera's knuckles
smashed into his right eye before he could even get a chance to react. Hitting
him had been a complete accident and she had apologized for it. But at the
same time she also enjoyed it.

Standing at the front counter of the gym, Brian took another gulp of Gatorade,
while holding an icepack over his right eye. The pain and swelling didn't hurt
nearly as much as his pride. Then, coming out the women's locker room he could
see the source of his current embarrassment. Immediately his emotions began to
boil. No woman had ever been able to get to him the way Vera had. Ever since
she began coming to the gym, he was lustfully allured to her. She had the
figure and grace of a dancer, and at the same time the flexibility and
strength of a gymnast.

Nevertheless, there was another aspect to Vera, which even Brian did not fully
understand. Evan though his desire had been increasing toward her, so had his
animosity as well. Apart from having rejected him, her demeanor seemed to be
provoking him in a way that threatened him as much as it brought excitement.
Day after day he watched her during her workouts, one part as an obsessive
desirer, the other part as an antagonistic rival. Like an alpha wolf, Brian
began to see Vera as an adversarial female intruder that would need to be put
in her place and subjugated as soon as possible.

As she approached the counter, Brian slyly glanced at Vera without her
knowing. Although she stood 5 foot 8, her body's proportion and sleek frame
made her seem taller. His eyes and mind venerated the pleasing fit of her
halter-top, as the black knit flawlessly stretched around her upper body, but
left her athletic looking trapezoids, shoulders, and arms uncovered. The deep
cut of her v shaped neckline extended downward to her chest, while the high
rib hem showed off the smooth but hardened contours of her lower abdomen and
the elliptical shape of her hips. Fixating his eyes below her waist, Brian
started at the snug fitting spandex of her black pants, which hugged Vera's
legs, exposing the outlines of her powerful and solid tendons. While below the
knees, her pants were slightly flared over a pair of black boots.

When Vera turned to face him, she couldn't help but notice the anger in his
disposition as Brian's jawbone tightened, and his face turned a shade of red.
On the inside Vera was gratified at his displeasure, but on the outside her
demeanor demonstrated she could care less about him. Such a dish was always
best served cold. Tossing her towel into a laundry bin, Vera turned and exited
out the swinging glass doorway without so much as a word.

Who did she think she was? Brian thought to himself as he slammed his Gatorade
bottle into the trash. Suddenly, his frustration had overcome him. It was
about time someone brought that bitch down to earth. Coming around the
counter, he headed out the exit in pursuit.

"Wait a second Vera I want to talk to you," yelled Brian he moved briskly
toward her. Vera took a deep breath and released it out before turning around
to face him.

"You know lady you got some nerve," said Brian with a raised voice as walked
up to Vera and scowled down at her. Seeing Brian like this made her recall
back to the days when she was married to her husband Steve, and how he tried
to dominate her. If Brian thought he could intimidate her in any way he was
wrong, dead wrong if necessary.

"Calm down Brian I already apologized about your eye. Just let it go. You'll
feel better tomorrow," replied Vera hoping to avoid a confrontation if
possible.

"It's not the eye. It's about your bitchy attitude and you walking around like
your some kind of queen," shot back Brian with a louder tone then before.

"Look Brian! Whatever it is you're selling, I'm not interested, and you had
better calm down before someone hears you and reports you to management.

"Just me and you here," screamed Brian only feet away from Vera's face. At
that moment Vera would have like nothing more than to take his head off with a
roundhouse kick, but instead she held her cool.

"Whatever! We're done Brian," was Vera's response as she turned away and began
walking to the parking lot. Then all of a sudden Brian's right hand reached
across and grabbed her right wrist.

"Don't turn your back on me bitch!" yelled Brian whose face was now a dark
red. As soon as he had touched her a furious jolt of anger rushed through
Vera's body. She knew then there was hardly a chance for her to peacefully
walk away. Pivoting around her emerald eyes flashed fiery daggers as she
showed Brian her teeth.

"If you don't let go of my arm, I'm going to do a lot more than just bruise
your eye ass hole."

"I don't think so little lady. We're not in class anymore so you'd better
watch what you say or else I might have to teach you a little lesson on how a
woman is supposed to treat a man," said Brian as he tightened his grip on her
wrist. Vera somehow fought back her emotion and regained her composure
outwardly, but the inside of her was on fire. If he wanted to go all the way,
then so would she. Temporarily changing tactics, she smugly smiled at Brian
and stepped closer to him.

"I always knew you were into the rough stuff Brian, but you don't have to go
this far to impress me," added Vera as her sudden change of mood temporarily
held Brian in check. As their eyes met, she could see a welcoming smile begin
to form across his face. But, before his smile could widen, her left hand
slapped him across his cheek. Upon impact Vera forcefully moved back causing
Brian to lose his grip on her wrist.

"Last chance Brian! If you don't back off now you'll be sorry," Vera yelled
while facing him in a fighting stance.

"Let's go! You and me right now," shouted Brian with clenched fists cocked.

"Go ahead and make your move if you've got the nerve," replied Vera who
noticed that Brian was looking around to see if anyone was watching. It was
clear to her that Brian had not intended for things to get this far. All his
bluster had been a big bluff to hopefully intimidate her. However, she would
not let him escape now without being taught a lesson, or else he might go
further next time against some one more vulnerable than she.

"What's wrong Brian? Aren't I an easy enough target for you?" asked Vera with
a touch of mockery in her voice. Since he held silent not knowing what to say,
she continued.

"If you're afraid someone we'll see you fighting a girl, maybe we could go
somewhere more private?" asked Vera as she menacingly repositioned her stance.

"Let's do it!" answered Brian knowing he was past the point of no return. From
out of his pocket he pulled out a set of keys and headed to a side door
leading to the racquetball courts. Letting him go in front, Vera followed him
down a carpeted hallway to the last room, which also served as a half court
for basketball. Both Vera and Brian stepped through the doorway and turned to
face each other like two gladiators preparing to do battle inside the coliseum
arena.

Neither of them wasted anytime as they silently circled one another in
anticipation of their clash. Brian knew better than to take Vera lightly. She
had often times impressed him in the gym with her stamina and energy. In
addition, Brian had seen her demonstrate combative prowess more than once as a
martial arts student. But, none of that mattered now. He was a man: bigger,
faster, and stronger than she was. There was no way he could lose in a fair
fight.

Soon the distance between the two combatants began to close. Holding her fists
high to protect her face, Vera bobbed on the balls of her feet and kept moving
around so as to not make an easy target. Brian meanwhile held his fists lower
and didn't move around nearly as much, seemingly content to let Vera exert
most of the energy. Whenever he tried to cut her off she feigned a kick, which
for now forced him to keep his distance.

Vera realized he was much more powerful than she was. However she also knew
that she had an edge in agility and quickness. Most of all though, Brian
didn't possess anywhere near the threshold of pain that she had. As the match
progressed, Vera was confident she could wear him down and break his fighting
spirit.

Discontent to continuously shadow her, Brian began to exert more movement, and
boldly sent several front kicks toward Vera, who easily moved out of the way
each time. Thinking he had her set up, Brian charged forward leading with a
punch combination followed by a right front kick. To avoid the blows, Vera
backpedaled out of range, and moved to the side untouched by his barrage.

"You can run but you can't hide bitch," boasted Brian as he continued his
pursuit.

"I'm not running. I'm playing with you asshole," shot back Vera.

Undeterred Brian continued his assault, forcing Vera to use her forearms to
deflect several punches. Just when he seemed to be able to gain an advantage,
the velocity and power of her kicks snapping at his head forced him to hold
back.

Even though their bout was still in the preliminary stages, Vera was
encouraged by the site of Brian sweating and breathing more heavily than she
was. Feigning a punch, Vera sidestepped and kicked out at his midsection, but
Brian deflected it away. Then before he could react, she lifted her opposite
leg, connecting the sole of her boot to his chest. The blow sent him backward,
but he quickly recovered and unleashed a powerful array of combinations, which
chased her the opposite direction.

Several times over the hit and run scenario repeated itself with Vera landing
kicks or punches, and then scurrying away before he could respond. At first,
her blows seemed to not have much of an impact upon Brian. But, within a short
amount of time he became more and more worn down.

So far her speed had managed to elude him, but now Brian would switch his
strategy. Once again he came forward using the same frontal assault he had
already attempted repeatedly. This time though, Brian blitzed her like a
linebacker coming after a quarterback. Driving his shoulder into Vera's
midsection he folded both arms tightly around the small of her back. Picking
her up off the floor he then drove her forward into a corner, and slammed her
against the wall. Maintaining his hold, Brian's arms tightened around her
waist in a massive bear hug.

Before her energy could be painfully sapped, Vera reacted by lifting up her
right arm and then driving her elbow down upon the bridge of his nose. When he
didn't relinquish his hold, she repeated the motion once more before Brian
buried his head into her chest, leaving her nothing to hit but the top of his
head. To counter his move, Vera then placed the soles of her boots against the
wall for leverage and pushed off with all the leg strength she could muster.
Surging forward the mass and momentum of her body overturned him so that Brian
fell backward with Vera still on top of him.

Free from his grip, Vera's fists exploded downward like a jackhammer busting
cement as her knuckles pounded his face. In desperation, Brian gathered his
strength and heaved her off of him. By the time he stood up, Vera was there to
greet him with a roundhouse kick flying toward his head. Luckily for Brian
though, he was just able to duck out of the way.

Again Brian charged forward, but this time the move was more predictable than
before. Quickly Vera slid leg first and clamped her calves around his left
ankle causing him to trip face first. Before he could push himself up, Vera
pounced onto his back. She then shot her arms underneath his until her hands
and fingers clasped tightly underneath his chin. With her legs straddling his
back she dug in her heels, and pulled back on his chin until his chest was up
off of the floor. In excruciating pain Brian cried out, fearful that she would
snap his spine. Wildly struggling, he managed to reach out behind him with his
right hand and grab a fistful of her hair. Pulling forward with everything he
had, Brian managed to flip her over him.

While Brian struggled to rise, Vera shot back up on her feet with a forward
front handspring. By the time Brian got to his knees, Vera reared back and
lashed out with her right leg, connecting the toe of her boot into his stomach
and sending him flipping back over himself. At this point Brian had had
enough. With his back against the corner Vera could see the fear in his eyes
as he prepared to make a cowardly dart for the door. Anticipating her prey's
attempt to escape, Vera moved to intercept him. Halfway across the floor and
underneath the basketball hoop, Brian still had enough wits about him to see
Vera leaping into the air with her right foot aimed at his head. Halting in
his tracks, he knelt down so that Vera's body flew over him.

To keep herself from landing Vera reached up with both her arms and grabbed a
hold of the basketball net. By the time Brian had stood up, the momentum of
her body had swung back around toward him. When his head was between her
thighs she clamped her legs around him, engulfing the sides of his face and
neck in a sea of spandex. Hanging from the net like a python dangling down
from the canopy of the rainforest, Vera's legs squeezed inwardly. Sensing the
danger he was now in, Brian tried to break free but remained entangled.

Fearing that the net might not be able to hold her up, Vera reached up with
her left hand and grabbed the rim of the hoop. When her grip was secure, she
followed suit with her right hand as well. The increase in height now deprived
Brian of his leg strength as he was now standing on his toes.

Brian tried to wedge his hands between his face and her thighs, but to no
avail as her grip on him was too tight. Although he could feel himself losing
consciousness, he tried to grab the nerves in the back of her knees. To offset
his move, Vera bent backwards and extended her calves upward as far as they
could reach, causing Brian's back to tilt far enough back so that his hands
couldn't reach out to her knees. Quickly, Brian began to lose power. Moments
later his arms flailed no more as they hung down at his sides. When he was
powerless Vera released him, allowing Brian's body to crumple down to the
ground.

Barely, conscious Brian looked up to see Vera still hovering above him. As if
to say she had plenty of energy to continue the fight, Vera did a pull up on
the rim before releasing her grip. Landing back on her feet, Vera stood over
her defeated opponent with her legs straddling his motionless body.

"This didn't go as you expected did it?" coldly asked Vera as she nudged him
with the toe of her right boot. Groaning in pain Brian could make out the
triumphant smile beaming from Vera's face. She then placed the sole of her
boot flat against his throat and pressed forward. Helpless to stop her Brian
realized his windpipe was closed off. But, before his eyes blackened
completely he could hear Vera girlishly giggle before mercifully removing her
boot. Bending down, she reached into his pocket and pulled out a twenty-dollar
bill. Placing the bill against her mouth, she puckered her lips against the
green paper, leaving a burgundy print of her kiss on the picture of Andrew
Jackson.

"This ought to pay for the lesson don't you think?" said Vera as she knelt
back down, and with her index finger stuffed the bill into Brian's mouth.
Before passing out the last thing Brian could remember was the authoritative
clicking of her boot heels against the court as she walked away.