A point well taken. By The Kid. Enjoys writing of women taking on men in streetstyle types of fights. T. DeSio. 2000@Worldnet. att. net The preface: This story takes place in a local bar, where a few of us guys were trying to have a good time, that is untill Sandy decided to join us. As you will find out the night ended up in a fistfight, with none other then myself and Sandy. So as the story goes with a point well taken. This night started out like any normal weekend where a few of us guys would get together and spend some time at the local bar putting away some beer. There we were at the local tavern sitting enjoying our beers. Discussing how are day went on the job. Rick, Tom, and I, were working on siding house, s, kind of an independent type buisness we had going on. After some time of discussion the topic of our conversation shifted toward fighting. By the way my name is Jerry. So to continue, the story being told here, Tom was reflecting on the night how he had taken out a couple of guys in a barfight, at The Grill. Our storys were being shifted back and forth among each other of our brawls we have had. Rick then reminded me of a fight that I had missed telling Tom about. So as I began telling him, Sandy made her way over to where we were sitting. don't mind if I join you guys do she asked? No not at all, have a seat Sandy. The seat she took happened to be next to me. Then I continued on with how a reflection of a fight that Rick reminded me of. The fight I was telling them about took place several months ago, in a heated argument that took place between an old friend of mine, no enimies. Then Sandy spoke up, yea I remember that one, sure didn't look like much of a fight to me, you two fought like a couple of little girls. Her comment didn't surprise me any since Sandy had a reputation of her own for brawling, and had even been in a few scuffles of her own against local men who frequent the bars here. And her comment didn't really anger me at the moment not untill she started to laugh about the statement she had just made. What do you know I said to her with some anger in my voice. Get off the macho wagon Jerry she replied, it wasn't even a fight at all, and you know it. You couldn't even whip my ass. Now I was beginning to believe she was trying to embarass me in front of Rick And Tom. Why don't you just shut the hell up and mind your own buisness, and go back to where you were sitting I told her. What was that Jerry, I don't know what I'm talking about? Do you want to go outside so I can prove to you, in front of your friends here just how much of a wuss you really are? Sandy returned and this time anger rising in her voice. don't think so I told her I'm not going to fight with a woman, and besides I don't want to have to hurt such a good looking woman as yourself excuses she said looking at Tom and Rick, now you see how much of a wimp he is doesn't even want to try taking a shot at me, this time she started laughing even harder. O. k I had enough thinking to myself, I'll go outside with her, but with some other plan, my plan was to try to talk her out of this nonsense of fighting with her and just going back into the bar and enjoying the rest of the night without having to argue with her. O. k I said lets go so we can settle this. Sandy with a sudden glee in her eyes stood to her feet, looking up to her she appeared taller then her 5'11" stature. And now not really bieng sure about whether I could take her in a fight or not, I was damn well hoping I could talk my way out of this. Sandy with acting like the hardass tonight led the way outside. I followed with Rick and Tom close behind. Now outside we stood in between the bar and another building. Sandy took her blue jean fringed jacket off and handed it to Tom hold this for me she said, this isn, t going to take long at all. Walking up to me she asked, are you ready boy? My she did look good though standing there in a tight red tank top, revealing the best looking stack that I've seen for sometime. Then realisation came back to me, so I started to try talking my way out of this, with saying can't we just forger about it and go back in and enjoy some different conversation. I had to do something bieng unsure now looking up to her, I only stood 5'6" to her 5'11" frame. Look him boys he really is scared to fight a woman told you he was a wuss. And with that comment I turned my back on her, saying forget about it. When suddenly she grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me back around to face her, not just yet she said, not untill I whip your little ass in front of your friends here and prove to you and them I do know what I'm talking about. Well it looked like I wasn't getting out of this. And I knew if I was going to have any chance at all I was going to have to get the 1st shot off, at least she gave me a fair chance here not attacking me from behind, and turning me to face her. Unlike her seeing how she would jump a guy from behind in previous fights she had with men. Now thinking I had more of a chance, I decided to take my best shot at her, being my only chance I figured. With everything I had I drew back and tried throwing a right hook hoping it would, hoping it would find its mark to the side of her her. Quickly she stepped to one side, and my swing did have some speed behind it. I now realised how quick Sandy was. She countered my attack with a hard hook of her own, but to the side of my ribcage. The blow had caused me to stumble some. Regaining my balance I began planning another attack , but before I could do anything I felt her left jabs , sending me into the side of the building, bouncing off the wall, stumbling forward she threw a fierce sidekick into my midsection, that dropped me to the pavement, clutching my sides, by this time the rest of the patrons from the bar was surrounding us watching the excursion between Sandy and I . Still on the ground from her kick she demanded me to get up that this is not over yet , not by a long shot. Somehow I managed to pull myself to my feet. Only to recieve the worst beating that I had gotten from anyone. Sandy was landing lefts and rights to my face and whatever other mark she found, stumbling back from her attack I was heading towards some trashbin, When she took a lower kick to the side of my leg that knocked me off my feet, with my head crashing into the trashbin, I fell at the base of it consiense. Looking up now to her, now in tears I flung up my arms, pleading to her that I've had enough. But now she was there putting up a show for the onlookers from the bar. AAaahhh. . . poor little baby she mocked me, and here you wre talking so tough inside how you can kick ass. And now she was going to give the crowd the grande finale. She started towards me slowly, and I was crawling away from her crying baby trying to make some way to escape this beating I was recieving. She was keeping her pace with me as I crawled to find cover, but could find none, Sandy then began kicking me hard in the ribs now rolled up into a ball at the side of the bar, she continued with her kicks, kicking hard and quick, she had stopped for a moment somehow I was able to look up, but just long enough to get a hard foot to the face, and thank god this one sent me off into total blackness. Finally it was over. Sandy proved her point and it was well taken. Laying me up for several weeks with 3 broken ribs and a busted jaw. And that fight if you want to call it that is still talked about among the locals of the bar, and more than likely by the people around towne. THE-END By The Kid.