Don't Mess With a Winner
By Ringer
Brad is goaded into boxing the most popular girl in school


I've got no one to blame for this but myself. If I wasn't so damn jealous I
wouldn't be sitting here beat to shit, my head swimming, with Cordelia Jackman
holding my face up to the TV camera showing the world what a loser I am.

She was one of those girls who has the world in the palm of their hand, the
kind that high school love ballads are written about. Cordie's got the looks,
the attitude, the savvy, and, oh yah, the money to get anything she wants out
of life. Let's start with the looks. She's a little over 5' 6" sandy blonde
hair with one of those perfect egg-shaped Mid-Western faces, large wide-set
dark brown eyes, thick generous lips, and slightly up-turned pug noses. Her
wide hips and shoulders give her a generous figure as well (about 38C, 26,
38). She's very fit and sturdy, tight, beautiful legs, fabulously rounded ass,
the sexiest abs I've ever seen, and large, but not huge, firm breasts.

Unlike some popular girls who were really just following the crowd, Cordie
knew she had it goin' on and loved every minute of it. She was just as
comfortable hanging with the femjocks as Captain of the field hockey team as
she was tormenting guys with her perfect curves in hip- huggers and cut-off
sweaters. The worst part was that she was actually smart too. I was supposed
to be the stock wiz in our Econ. class. Cordie trounced me in the mock
investment contest.

Thing was, Cordie could also have a mean streak if you crossed her. It wasn't
enough for her that she had every guy in the class drooling over her. There
were times when she "experimented" with girls too. When Cordie decided she
wanted my new girlfriend Josie, my life took a big turn for the worse.

Josie was one of those girls who probably could have been a looker if she
wasn't so shy. She wasn't sure about me at first since I wasn't exactly Mr.
Smooth. But she wasn't getting much attention from the other guys either, so
why not give me a shot?

I don't know whether Cordie was just looking for a new project or what, but
out of nowhere she started paying lots of attention to Josie, asking her to
eat with her circle of friends, calling her in the evenings, and inviting her
to activities. Josie started begging off my invitations to go out, or spend
time together. I think she knew that this hurt my feelings, but if she had to
choose between me or Cordie, I guess I couldn't compete with the most popular
girl in school.

I started bugging Josie about the amount of time she was spending with Cordie
and her friends.

"Do you really think that a girl like Cordelia wants you to hang around with
her friends. They're probably just laughing at you behind your back," I said.

Of course, Josie got really pissed off at me. It was kind of a stupid thing to
say, but I did think that Cordie was just using her. I just didn't know how to
say it. The next time I saw Josie she was at lunch sitting with Cordie's
crowd. It made me so damn mad to see her sitting with them that without
thinking I marched over to confront her again.

"Josie, this girl only wants you for her next lesbian encounter." I
challenged.

Josie was agaust. Cordie never flinched.

"You calling me a lesbians, fuckwad? You may want to check that out with
James, Kent, Josh and Lee first" Cordie responded.

Everyone had heard rumors about her "experiments" with willing girls at
school, but after rattling off the team Captains of every varsity sport (whom
everyone knew she had laid) my accusation sounded pretty stupid.

"You talk like I'm trying to steal your girl, Winslow," Cordie continued, "You
are such a loser. Maybe Josie just wants to be around winners for a change."

I tried to think of an answer but she was probably right. The whole table of
girls started laughing at me. I was completely embarrassed. I started to turn
away, hoping I could become invisible when she threw me the hook.

"Hey, Brad" chided Cordie, "you really hate me don't you? I've got great
looks. I've got lots of friends. Every guy in this school wants to fuck me.
You've probably jerked off thinking about me yourself. Heck, I've probably
even got better grades than you. It must make you crazy."

I couldn't respond. It took all the will I had just to keep from blowing up
right there.

She continued, "How would you like a chance to get even with me, and maybe win
your girl back?"

"What do you want?", I said not knowing where she was headed.

"What if you and I went a few rounds on my Dad's show? You could be a big
winner in front of the whole country." She had a wry smile as she spoke.

Cordie's father was the local producer of a popular TV show called "Grudge
Match". Average people from all over the country "worked out their
differences" by boxing in front of a live audience. Each person told the world
why they were pissed off and wanted to duke it out with the other person.

By now, all the tables around us were listening to the confrontation. As I
hesitated, I could hear other kids cheering on Cordie, and deriding me for
letting her push me around. At 5' 8" 148 pounds. I wasn't the biggest most
athletic guy around, but I wasn't a total weakling either.

Seeing me teetering, Cordie add, "I kicked your ass at investing. You afraid
I'm gonna kick you ass at the boxing too?"

That did it!

So there I was, getting suited up for a boxing match against the most popular
(and beautuful) girl at my high school on live television. They had me in
standard gray cotton gym trunks, and calf-high, thin-soled boxing shoes. Since
I was boxing a girl I expected to be wearing oversized gloves, but Cordie
insisted that we "do this thing right" and wear standard 8 ounce gloves.

To say I was nervous was a massive understatement! Just after they called for
me to get ready, they carried some knocked out guy into the dressing room.
"Oh, jeez!, this is for real" I thought. As I walked out towards the ring I
started hearing the crowd and felt like I was going to throw up. The videotape
of us telling why we wanted to fight was playing to audience as I entered the
stage. It was obvious that a lot of the crowd wanted Cordie to win.

Cordie was already in the ring wrapped in a long black silk robe. She seemed
remarkably comfortable given the situation. They announced our names and
weights as I entered the ring.

"In the red corner, at 5' 8" and 148 pounds, Braaad Winslow." There was some
applause and a few jeers from the crowd. I raised my glove in response.

"And in the blue corner, at 5' 6" and 130 blonde-haired, brown-eyed pounds,
Cordieaaaaaaa Marieeeee Jack-maaannnn." A cheer went up as Cordie bounced with
her right glove raised, then did a little right-left- right for the crowd.

"Damn, what's with that?" I thought.

Then she removed her robe... Gawd! She was gorgeous! She had on black,
calf-high boxing shoes, and short, tight black Speedo that was cut to showed
off her legs and ass to perfection. Up top she had on a black sports bra that
revealed more than it concealed. On her fists were eight ounce shiny, black
boxing gloves that somehow look a lot more menacing than mine.

The female ref called us for instructions. Cordie's eyes never left mine. She
had this wise-ass smirk on her face like she was going to walk all over me.
Every time our eyes met she'd mouth words like 'Loser' or 'Fuckwad' at me. As
gorgeous and intimidating as she was, I was determined to show her (and Josie)
that she wasn't the full-time winner she thought she was.

We went back to our corners for the bell.

DING! DING!

ROUND 1 We raised our gloves and approached each other. It was obvious that
Cordie'd had some lessons. She held her fists correctly, automatically moved
to the left and moved her head and shoulders to make herself a harder target.
I decided not to charge in right away. I didn't want to be one of those guys
who underestimated a girl in a fight and let her clobber him before he knew
what happened.

I threw a couple of jabs. Cordie blocked one and avoided the other, then
ducked down and fired back a low right hook that I only partially avoided. She
didn't move that much better than me, but her punch was a harder than I
expected and she seemed to actually know how to throw punches.

I was pissed that she got the first strike in and reacted by blasting an
overhand right to her gorgeous face. She moved back enough to avoid most of
the power, but it was enough to break her composure. The donnybrook was on!

We both started slinging leather at one another with abandon. Much of it hit
arms and shoulders, but some shots got through. One of my luckier shots banged
flush into her cheek, while a hard punch from Cordie smashed into my ribs and
made my whole left side burn. Then her left snapped several times into my face
making my eye water. She was so aggressive, always coming forward. It was hard
to keep a good punching distance from her.

When the bell rang the Ref. had to jump in between us to stop the action. We
were both pumped! It took a moment to get us to go to our corners. The crowd,
of course, went crazy! They were getting way more action than they had counted
on.

Between rounds Codelia's corner treated a small cut I had opened up on her
cheek. I thought I was unharmed until my corner applied a cold compress to
keep down the swelling in my right eye that hadn't noticed. Cordie stared at
me intensely throughout the one minute rest.

Ding!

ROUND 2 It was time to step it up a notch. I was warmed up, time to put some
hurt on this bitch. She came out at me like she wanted to pick up where we
left off. After the first round I wasn't so sure I wanted to go toe to toe
until one of us dropped, so I started trying to move around and use my better
reach. Cordie kept coming at me, but this time I was able to hit her first,
catching her as she came in. I'd back off, stop, then crank an overhand right
to her head or left hook to her beautiful body.

Her response was to pour in after me. A couple of times she got me up against
the ropes and tried to pound my flanks, but I was able to catch most of it
with my arms. Of course, it still hurt like hell! I usually had to clench to
slow her down.

"Let me go you fucking wimp!" she'd spit at me, "afraid you can't take it?"

On the next break I stepped forward and threw another overhand right that
smashed straight into her temple. Cordie momentarily lost her balance and went
skidding to her butt. The crowd, which was still mostly for Cordie, booed when
she went down.

"That shows her who should be afraid!" I thought

The crowd yelled encouragement to Cordie and cheered when she was up at five.
She didn't look hurt, except maybe for her pride, but I had shown her that I
was not a pushover to be taken lightly. The bell soon sounded the end of the
round.

I returned to my corner feeling good about how things were going. When I sat
down, though, I noticed that I was breathing a little more heavily than the
last break. Again, my corner applied cold compresses to my eye. I wondered why
he was doing that since I didn't remember getting hit last round.

Over in her corner, Cordie was standing, boring holes into me with the most
intense stare I've ever seen on a girl. She looked like the knockdown didn't
affect her at all. It had to be a show to try and psyche me out. I wasn't
buying it! I knew I'd hurt her.

DING! DING!

ROUND 3

When I got up, I felt a little light-headed. I raised my gloves and approached
my blonde tormentess. Cordie banged her gloves together as she approached.

"That was your last good round, wimp! This round I'm taking you apart piece by
piece." she said.

She raised her gloves and started to move like a boxer, bouncing on her toes
and circling me to her left. She was moving her head and shoulders from side
to side. I decided this wasn't going to do her any more good this time than it
did the first round, and I went after her.

My hard left sailed over her head as Cordie's fist slammed into my ribs! My
right swung past her face as her straight left banged twice into my
unprotected cheek! I crouched and went after her midsection, but only found
arms and elbows, while her fists slammed down on my head, and crashed into my
gut and chin!

The crowd roared every time Cordie hit me.

I tried to box with her, but Cordie had found her groove. She was in constant
motion, stopping only long enough to snap out another couple of punches, then
dart away. She kept blocking my punches or making me miss altogether. Even
when I landed hard, it didn't seem to faze her. Cordie just kept on going.

DING! DING!

This round I was thankful for the bell. As the Referee came between us, Cordie
pointed a glove at me and spat "You're mine, dick" then turned towards the
crowd and raised her gloves as she walked back to her corner. The crowd loved
it!

I flopped into me corner, more tired than I thought I would be. Cordie's fists
were starting to take their toll. It took almost the entire minute for me to
catch my breath, made more difficult by the pounding I had taken to my ribs.
My right eye was very puffy, though I still could see out of it.

Cordie, on the other hand, looked like she was just getting started. She had a
few small marks on her face, but otherwise looked unharmed. The MC of the TV
show was interviewing her between rounds (broadcast to the audience by studio
speakers and a huge screen).

"Yah, I feel great. I could go another 10 rounds." Looking straight into the
camera shaking her gloved fist, "Next round you're gonna see the kind of
damage Girl Power can do. I told that loser not to mess with me, now he's
gonna pay!"

The crowd roared in agreement.

I didn't like it, but I knew that the next round was probably my last chance
to win the fight.

DING! DING! DING!

ROUND 4 I took a deep breath and rose to do battle. The of the fight must have
been getting to me 'cause Cordie was starting to look really sexy. I pushed
aside thoughts of how much I wished I was fucking her instead of boxing and
got down to business.

I tried snapping out a jab, but hit air. Cordie responded RIGHT! to the ribs.
LEFT! to the right eye. I whipped a right hook to her head. She took it
without losing a beat! JAB! JAB! JAB! JAB! JAB! Cordie's beautiful
black-leather fist pounded my face as I staggered backwards around the ring.
The crowd went wild!

RIGHT CROSS! sent me half way around, falling into the ropes. I hung there, my
head was spinning. When I turned around Cordie was at mid- ring with her
gloves at chin level, pressing her perfect breasts together with her forearms.

"Hey Brad, don't you want some more of this?" She cooed passionately.

My brain might have been spinning, but my loins definitely got the message.
While I raised my fists to do battle again, my cock was rising in anticipation
of another kind of warfare.

"Somehow, some way I've got to hurt this bitch." I thought fuzzily.

"Come on, big boy, show me what you're packin'." she said as I approached.

I put my head down and started swing at her mid-section and flanks with all I
had. She held her elbows in and weaved from side to side as she backed around
the ring, catching most of my salvos. The few that got through were easily
stopped by the solid muscle of Cordie's abs and lats. She backed into the
ropes and let me punch myself out. Soon I was exhausted and collapsed onto her
as she leaned back into the ropes. My right eye may have been swollen shut,
but my teenaged cock was in full glory, twitching as it pressed hard against
Cordie's beautifully muscled thigh.

"You can't beat me, you can't even hurt me." she spoke into my ear, "so just
lay back and enjoy the ride, Brad, 'cause next round I'm gonna ROCK.. YOUR..
WORLD!

DING! DING!

The Ref. tried to help me off of Cordie, but Cordie held me there. "I'm making
you my bitch next round, Brad.. my cunt-lappin' bitch."

Cordie's words only hardened my cock further. In between rounds the Ref. asked
if I wanted to quit. Out of breath and out of fight, I told her I wanted to go
on.

At this point no amount of ice could lower the swelling in my right eye. As I
sat there all I could think about was releasing the sex that was straining
against my jock strap and gym shorts.

A huge picture of my corner trying to get me ready for the next round flashed
across the arena while the War goddess, Cordelia, commented for her new fans.

"Look at him. Four rounds of me and he's wasted. He thought 'cause he was a
guy he could get his way by beating me up. Well he was wrong for the things he
did to my friend Josie, and he was really wrong when he thought he could push
me around." The crowd cheered her.

She turned towards the crowd and yelled to them as the screens switched to a
bigger-than-life picture of her, "Should I let him off the hook?!?"

"NOOOO!!!" Was their reply. "Kill him!" "Murder the bastard!" "Knock him out!"
were the calls from the audience.

"You got it!" Cordie replied.

DING! DING! DING!!!

ROUND 5 I rose and plodded towards my doom. Through my one good eye I gazed on
the most powerful sexual image I would ever see for the rest of my life. The
face, breasts, ass and legs that have launched a thousand wet dreams, wrapped
in sportswear that concealed nothing. In the same image, a pair of brutal,
black-leather encased fists coming at me with only one purpose: my complete
destruction!

My cock was in a painful lust at the sight of Her. I didn't have long to wait.

UUUUHH!!!

When she was near enough Cordie ducked down and plowed her RIGHT! then LEFT!
into my unresistant abs. Each punch felt like getting shot by a cannon.

My descending head was met with a powerful RIGHT! uppercut and LEFT! cross
that snapped my head around and sent me flying back into the ropes. The ring
and TV studio started to lose their focus. I felt something warm dripping from
my nose.

As the ropes returned me to a standing position the right side of my
undefended face was CRUSHED by a fist I couldn't see. The ring seemed to whip
around violently and I found I could no longer move my arms to defend myself.
A RIGHT! buried deep into my solar plexus! I shuddered as though hit be an
earthquake. The blonde hellion then shoved my ruined body back into the ropes
and uncorked another RIGHT! hook. Everything went BLACK! All I remember after
that was getting shoved around a lot and a huge wave of fire engulfing my
entire body.

Days later I would see on videotape how Cordie, her stunningly powerful legs
and ass set in a wide stance in front of me, cranked flush bomb after flush
bomb into my tragically unprotected face and body. My sweat and blood sprayed
Her, and the crowd, with every brutal blast. On and on Her hammering fists had
their way with me until, way too late, the Ref. finally leapt in and stopped
the carnage.

As the Ref. dragged my unconscious body to my corner, the crowd were on their
feet wildly cheering Cordie's complete domination of her hated opponent. She
raised Her gloves in victory and strutted the ring, drinking in the audience's
approval. After She was officially named the victrix She trash-talked for the
camera and the audience.

Somewhere in the middle of this I regained consciousness and saw Cordie, the
MC and the camera coming at me. Cordie pushed past my second and, with Her
still-taped hand, lifted my chin so the camera could get a good shot of the
war zone that She had made of my face.

"See this? This is what happens when a loser messes with the white-hot girl
jock like me." Cordie said.

She smirks and gives me a little slap on the cheek then points to my gym
shorts. There was a huge stain where my cum had seaped through my jock.

"I'm beating the crap out of him and still he can't handle being near me." She
continued.

Then she leans down and says into my ear. "Your bitch Josie can't wait to
service me 'til her tongue falls out. Thanks for the fight, asshole! Couldn't
have done it without you."

She laughed as she turned to leave me. A gleeful Josie met her half-way back
to her corner of the ring and raised Cordie's hand again in victory. The
Winner and Champion Forever, Cordeliaaaaaa Jackman!!!