The Tomboy, Part 8: By Jim Lake Six against two in football isn't fair when one of the two is a girl. (Note: This is a continuation of The Tomboy series created by Brooksie) The five boys, all 14- or 15-year-olds, sat by the field at the grade school, waiting for a friend to join them so that they could play football. Bob was late, as usual. The boys had removed their helmets, but still wore shoulder pads. One of them spotted the Tomboy walking along the sidewalk nearby, dressed in her usual garb, T-shirt, cutoffs and bare feet. "What are you doing guys?" asked the cute little blonde. "Waiting for a friend so we can play," replied one. "You need another a player?" she asked. "I'll play." "But you're a girl," another said. "Girls don't play football." "I do," replied the Tomboy. "Want to see." Several of them laughed. Two more shook their heads in disbelief. "OK guys," said the Tomboy, seeing the doubt on their faces. "Which one of you is the worst player?" "Greg," the other four said in unison, pointing at the smallest of the five. "What if Greg and I take on you four guys?" suggested the Tomboy. "Does that sound fair?" "We'll kill you," said Jason, the largest of the boys. The other three, not including Greg, all nodded. "I'm not so sure about that," said the Tomboy. "Four boys against one boy and one girl sounds pretty even to me. Or are you guys scared?" "Let's go," said Jason angrily, taking the bait. "You don't have any equipment little girl," said Zach. "You'll get hurt." "No I won't," said the Tomboy, staring at Zach. "You will." It was decided the boys would kick off to the Tomboy and Greg. Jason kicked the ball high and deep, the Tomboy catching it near the goal line. She started running left, then cut to her right. Paul hit her, but failed to bring her down. Jason had a shot too, but missed her. Derek was the last boy with a chance to tackle her, but the Tomboy was too fast for him, running away from him and all the way for a touchdown. "Six-nothing boys," she proclaimed. "That was easy." Now it was her team's turn to kick off. The Tomboy teed up the ball and, despite being bare foot, kicked it deep. Derek caught it and started running behind Jason and Paul. But the Tomboy knifed between them and hit Derek with a crushing tackle. The four boys huddled, suddenly realizing this wasn't going to be as easy as they thought. Jason called a play and Derek split out as a receiver. The Tomboy told Greg to guard him. Paul snapped the ball to Jason who ran to the left, away from Derek, leaving Paul and Zach to block for Jason against only the Tomboy. It didn't matter. The Tomboy knocked Zach out of the way, then hit Jason so hard that he fumbled. The Tomboy pounced on the ball. On their first play Greg snapped her the ball and she ran to the right. All four of the boys hit her, but none could bring her down. Paul even jumped on her back and she simply carried him into the end zone. Score: 12-0. "Are you guys trying?" taunted the Tomboy. She kicked off again. Zach caught this one, fumbled the ball, picked it up and ran straight into the Tomboy, who had already tossed aside two blockers. The four boys huddled, trying to devise some way to beat this girl. Paul centered the ball to Jason, who faked a pass in Derek's direction. The Tomboy threw Paul aside and charged at Jason, who then lofted a pass to Zach. He caught it and took off running, positive he was going to score. But the Tomboy ran him down and tackled him from behind. The boys were stunned by her speed. She totally disrupted two more running plays, forcing the other team to punt. She sent Greg back to return the punt, then busted through, blocked Jason's kick, scooped up the ball and ran for a touchdown making it 18-0. Greg had done nothing. The Tomboy was beating the four boys by herself. The next time Jason tried a pass to Derek in the flat, who had been left unguarded by Greg. The Tomboy sprinted over and instead of tackling Derek she lifted him up over her shoulder. His three teammates stood almost frozen in disbelief as the Tomboy began running with Derek over her shoulder, all the way to the end zone. She raised both arms over her head, placing her palms together, while still carrying Derek. "That's a safety," she yelled. "Twenty to nothing. Am I too much for you boys?" By this time Bob had arrived, just to see the Tomboy's tackle, carry and safety play. He didn't understand what was going on. The four boys were too speechless to say anything. The Tomboy asked Greg if that was Bob and he nodded. "You must be Bob," said the Tomboy, sprinting over to him. "You were late so we had to start without you. Greg and I are taking on these four boys and they really need some help. They're already behind 20-0. Why don't you join their team and we'll play five against two." "But you're a girl," said Bob. "I know. That really doesn't make it very fair since there are only five of you. So if any more guys come along they can play on your team too. I'll try not to embarrass you too badly." Whenever the Tomboy competed against boys in any sport her goal was not simply to win. That was a given. She was determined to humiliate them, particularly the biggest and strongest ones she could find. She forced the boys to punt again and returned that one half the length of the field for another touchdown, then scored once more by simply running the ball up the middle half a dozen times. It took at least three of the boys, sometimes four, to bring her down. The score rose to 32-0. "Halftime," Jason declared after the Tomboy's last touchdown. "OK, you guys look like you need a break," she said. The five boys collapsed to the ground, beaten, battered and totally exhausted. The Tomboy stood over them, shaking her head at how pitiful they looked. Time to put on a little show she decided. She dropped to the ground and whipped off 75 perfect pushups while the boys stared in awe, still trying to regain their breath. She then added 100 situps. Next she told Greg, who outweighed her by 30 pounds, to hop on her back. She then ran around the entire field, carrying Greg as if he were a baby. She ran all the way back to where the boys were on the ground, still supporting Greg on her back. "Are you guys going to quit or shall we beat you some more?" she teased. None of them said a word. Secretly, all five wanted to concede but were too embarrassed to do so. "Let's play the second half and I'll decide if I'll shut you out entirely or maybe let you score one touchdown." Just then an older boy appeared. Jason ran up and whispered something to him and the boy nodded. It was Jason's 19-year-old brother, Dustin, a college sophomore. He stood 6-1 and weighed 185 pounds. "Is it all right if he plays on our team?" Jason asked the Tomboy, gesturing in Dustin's direction. "Sure," she replied. "Six against two might make it a little more interesting. You can get 11 guys if you want, and I'll beat all of you by myself." She had not only physically beaten the five boys she had them psyched out. They were afraid of her. She played too rough for them, even though they wore equipment and she didn't. The Tomboy kicked off barefoot again to start the second half. Jason returned it to almost midfield before she tackled him, fighting off the blocking attempts of Dustin and two other boys. Derek and Bob were so scared of the Tomboy they didn't even attempt to block her. On the first play Jason handed the ball to his older brother. Instead of trying to run away from her, Dustin ran straight at the Tomboy. They hit each other with all their might. The Tomboy was knocked to the ground, but she held on to one of Dustin's legs and pulled him down. Dustin designed a play on second down that couldn't fail. He told Derek to split out wide left and Bob wide right. Greg couldn't cover both receivers. Dustin, Paul and Zach combined managed to block the Tomboy long enough that Jason had time to look at both receivers. Greg had drifted over to cover Derek, leaving Bob alone. Jason threw long for Bob. Greg could not recover in time. All Bob had to do was catch the ball for an easy touchdown. He dropped it. On the next play Jason faked a running play to the left, then threw a flat pass to Zach alone in the right flat. He took off running, then heard footsteps behind him, the Tomboy closing in for another crushing tackle. He fumbled the ball. Greg ran up and fell on it. The Tomboy was nowhere near the play. But once again she had forced the other team into a mistake because so had intimidated them so much. With Dustin's help, the six boys played better defensively in the second half. The Tomboy still gained yards running, but it took her and Greg six or seven plays each to score two more touchdowns, making it 44-0. Every one of the five boys on the other team was older, taller and heavier than the Tomboy. But she was stronger, faster and tougher than all of them combined. The only person enjoying this more than the Tomboy was Greg. The other boys had always made fun of his lack of athletic ability. But Greg understood football and he was a smart player if not a talented one. Several times the Tomboy let Greg carry the ball. He usually gained five yards or more because the Tomboy knocked down the first two or three potential tacklers. The next time they had the ball Greg hiked it to the Tomboy who ran to the right, all six opponents chasing her, some with more enthusiasm than others. The Tomboy stopped, planted her left foot and a threw a long pass to Greg alone down the left sideline. He caught it and scored his first touchdown of the game, giving their team a 50-0 lead. The Tomboy sprinted to the end zone and lifted Greg off the ground in a power hug. He could never remember being so happy. Jason attempted to run on his team's next series and the Tomboy slammed him to the ground with a brutal tackle. He jumped up with his fists clenched. "You want to fight little boy?" challenged the Tomboy. "Come on." Jason stared into the Tomboy's blue eyes and realized he was in trouble. They both knew she could beat him to a pulp if she wanted. Dustin quickly intervened, steering his younger brother back to the huddle. "Back off tough girl," he warned. "When we finish massacring you guys in football, I want to wrestle you college boy," she dared him. "You're on little girl," replied Dustin. The six boys never scored a point. The Tomboy scored again on a pass from Greg, outjumping two boys in the end zone to get a hand on the ball and wrestling it away from a third to make it. 56-0. For their final touchdown, five yards from the end zone, the Tomboy snapped the ball to Greg. He jumped on her back and she carried him across the goal line, dragging three guys with them. The Tomboy and the weakest of the other boys had slaughtered six guys by a score of 62-0! She handed Greg the game ball, ducked her head between his legs, lifted the 140-pound boy onto her shoulders and danced around the field, showing her total disdain for the other team. "Greg you could be my teammate any time," she said, looking up at him. "Too bad these six weaklings couldn't give us any competition." Finally, she lowered Greg to the ground and pointed at Dustin. "Now college boy, you and I are going to wrestle," she said, hands on her hips. "Let's go little girl," responded Dustin. It looked like a mismatch, the 19-year-old college student standing a foot taller than the 13-year-old girl and outweighing her by nearly 75 pounds. It was. The Tomboy pinned Dustin in less than 30 seconds. She allowed him to get up then pinned him again for the second time in less than a minute. Again she let him up. Dustin was furious. He charged at her. She neatly sidestepped him, slipped her left arm under his and over his shoulder, turned him away from her, put her right arm under his, quickly securing him in a full nelson. She forced him to the ground, then spread his legs with her muscular calves and thighs. She was in complete control of the much older boy. She released her right arm put her right hand on the back of his head and shoved it roughly to the ground. "Why don't you eat some grass for me big boy," she taunted. "No," blurted out Dustin. "Do it!" she ordered. The Tomboy returned her right arm to the full nelson position. Dustin, totally helpless against her, began to eat the grass. Suddenly she stood up, releasing her opponent. Dustin slowly got to his feet, realizing he had no chance against this powerful little blonde. She took one step toward him and he backed away. "You afraid of me big guy?" Dustin didn't respond. She dove at his legs and brought him to the ground with a tackle. She quickly turned him on his stomach and wrapped her powerful legs around his waist. "Give?" "Never," replied Dustin. "You will," she replied, squeezing her legs tighter. She gradually added more and more pressure and Dustin moaned. He was in serious trouble. She squeezed even harder and tears appeared in the 19-year-old's eyes. "Give?" she asked again. "Please stop," he said. "You're killing me. I can't take this." "You'll take it as long as I say you'll take it," she shot back. The Tomboy leaned back on her left side, supporting her head with her left elbow, looking as comfortable as someone on a beach. She squeezed her legs of steel, released, then squeezed again. "I give. I give," shouted Dustin. She applied more pressure. He began weeping loudly. "Is the big college boy crying?" she teased. "That's not allowed in wrestling. Now I'm going to have to beat you for crying. Will you obey me?" "Yes. Please let me go. Please. I'll do anything you say." The Tomboy released her legs. Dustin gasped for air. "Take off your sneakers, pull out the laces, then lie flat on your stomach," she ordered. Dustin did as he was told, terrified of this little girl. The Tomboy sat on his butt, pulled his arms behind him and tied his wrists together with the laces. She climbed off him, slid one powerful leg under his stomach and put the other on top of him, locking her ankles. She squeezed again. The pain was unbearable. Dustin couldn't stop crying. The Tomboy pulled down his jeans and his underwear, leaving him butt naked. She then took one of his Reeboks and began spanking him with his own sneaker. Hard. Then harder. "Stop it," screamed Jason, unable to watch his big brother being spanked by a 13-year-old girl. "You're humiliating him." "You want to try to stop me, who little coward?" she dared Jason. "Maybe all of you all of you want to try to stop me." No one moved. If she could totally destroy this 19-year-old guy, she would murder them. "You're all a bunch of chickens," she taunted. "I'll wrestle all five of you at once and send every one of you home crying, just like this one." She continued to beat Dustin on the ass. He was wailing like a baby, his butt starting to bleed. "I may have to put you through my obedience school," she said to the college student, patting him on the head with her left hand. "You're going to have get a little tougher if you want to play with me, you little wimp. All of my guys learn they must obey me completely." Dustin continued crying, powerless against her. "Hey, you two get over here," she said, pointing at Zach and Paul with her free hand. Next to Jason they were the biggest of the other five boys. All of them had stood in amazement, watching the muscular female, barely a teenager, tear apart a college sophomore in wrestling. "Get on the ground," she ordered. "Beating up this big boy is getting boring." She twisted onto her stomach, facing away from Dustin but still controlling him with her legs. "We're going to arm wrestle," she said to Paul and Zach. "You two put up your right arms, one behind the other. Two boys against one girl. Does that sound fair?" Dustin moaned. He ached all over. The Tomboy locked right hands with Paul while Zach put his right hand behind Paul's. The two of them began to push against the Tomboy, but couldn't budge her arm. In one instant she tightened her leg scissors on Dustin, forcing him to cry out again in pain, then slammed the two boys arms to the ground, winning the arm wrestling match without hardly trying. "Come here you two," she said to Derek and Bob. "Stand on my back." The boys did as they were told. The Tomboy released Paul's right hand and put up her left arm in wrestling position. She made Paul and Zach do the same. While dominating Dustin with her legs, supporting Derek and Bob on her back, she whipped Paul and Zach in a left-handed arm wrestling match. Jason couldn't take it, seeing this little girl destroy his older brother and all of his friends at once. He ran home. The 13-year-old, 5-foot-1 inch, 112-pound girl was making total fools of five bigger and older boys at the same time. "This is too easy," she laughed. No one disagreed.