The Battle of Baron Hall Common
By Crossmanx at crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - Comments and ideas welcome



'The lines are drawn, the two side gather and only one can be victorious!'

The Battel of Baron Hall Common

Oak Tree Village was small pleasant dwelling, a little way out of the city and
to the north and set in an idyllic rural community, where not much happened,
well not a lot!

The village was made up of a number of quaint and lovely houses and bungalows,
some even with thatched roofs. There was a village hall, the church, the post
office and shop, even two pubs at either end of the village, all finished off
with the duck pond in the middle of the village green. At the top of the
village was the old hall, where the eccentric old Baron, as he liked to still
be called, lived. His family had owned and run all the land for miles around
for a very long time, and over those many years the Baron's family had tried
to stamp their mark on the local area.

One Baron a few centuries ago had built a school to educate the boys of the
local area, he was succeeded by another Baron who had then built a school to
educate the young ladies of the area, not to be outdone by his predecessor.
And over the years both these schools, on either side of the Baron's Hall had
flourished and thrived.

Now days the schools where well established and it must be said quite
exclusive schools. To a point where parents would drive their children many
miles each day just to get them into these 'elite' schools. But even so both
schools still kept to their founding tradition of being either an all-boys
school or an all-girls school.

So there you have it a nice quiet village, with its quaint houses, pubs and
the grand hall, also between the Baron's hall and the village was the
'common', a gift of land to the people of the village by the first Baron. Then
there was a road that lead up to the Baron's Hall, halfway up the road splits,
off towards the right to the girl's school and again off to the left to the
boy's schools. In-between the schools was the Baron's Hall and the common, and
on this ground the students of both school's would meet from time to time to
get to know their fellow scholars, indulging in the niceties of social
etiquette and fostering good relationships between the two, rival,
establishments!

On one such day ... ...

WHACK! "Get off me you ... ... !" SMACK! The idyllic surrounding of the common
where broken by the sound of, yet another, encounter between the two schools!

At the bottom end of the common and away from the prying eyes of the teachers
that came out to patrol the area during the break times, was a group of these
'delightful' students who were all now watching an altogether different
schools encounter!

There was a dozen or so boys and a dozen girls all grouped around and in a
circle, and in the middle of this was a fight. Not between two boys, over a
girl, or even two girls fighting over a boy. No this was a fight between the
schools, between a boy and a girl WHACK! And it was the schoolgirl who had the
upper hand!

Both the boy and girl are the more senior students from their respective
schools and, as the teachers would say, should have known better, but they
were fighting anyway. The boy was on the ground and on his back, and the girl
was sat across and on him, her fists raining down on the poor lad as she gave
him a good thumping. Those gathered around where meant to be hiding this
breach of school discipline from the patrolling teachers on the common. But
their loud cries and cheers of advice, encouragement and other general
rowdiness just helped to make this incident more obvious!

Soon the duty teachers from both schools had noticed the disturbance and where
heading across to see what all the fuse and commotion was all about. From the
boy's school Mr Greenwood was on his way and from the girl's school it was
Miss Stewart. It's Mr Greenwood that gets to this incident first and as the
other students in the circle there were more interested in the fate of the boy
on the floor, no one saw him coming, until it was too late!

When he got there the crowd where in full voice 'hit him again' 'push her off
you' and a few other phrases, so the teacher had a good idea before he broke
through the circle just what was going on. But as he pushed his way through,
causing the gathered group of onlookers to suddenly 'shut up', even he was a
bit surprised to see that it was the girl that was on top and giving the lad
what looked like a really good hammering.

Mr Greenwood was just about to reach out, grab the girl and break this up when
THUD! OOOHHHH! The man was knocked into, or was that 'harshly pushed!' A
'firm' thrust into him, sending him to the side and preventing him from
grabbing onto the girl. As the man staggered those couple of steps to the side
the gather 'audience' for this event started to break up and quickly scuttle
away, hopeful unseen.

The hand that had pushed the teacher out of the way belonged to Miss Stewart
who had reached the circle of students and seen the male teacher from the
boy's school about to manhandle one of her girls. Even if it did look like she
was the one that was in the wrong, but that didn't matter right now. What Miss
Stewart was more interested in was that there was this male teacher who was
about to grab onto one of 'her' students, the rights or wrongs about this
fight were immaterial now. What mattered was that she, Miss Stewart, took
charge and looked after her girl.

Which was why she had moved in quickly as she got to the already disbursing
circle of students and knocking into the man, or was that shoulder charging
him and barged him out the way. It was a bit of a hefty knock at that, causing
Mr Greenwood to stagger a few steps to the side. When he recovered himself, he
could see who'd 'hit' him and straight away he recognised that it was Miss
Stewart from the girl's school. 'Oh course it just had to be her!' Miss
Stewart already had a bit of a reputation with some of the teachers from the
boy's school of going in all guns blazing on the side of the girls during any
of these altercations on the common. A woman who caused more problems than
sorted them, that was Miss Stewart.

The female teacher had grabbed onto her student and pulled the girl up off the
boy and onto her feet "what do you think you're doing young lady?" Mr
Greenwood stepped forward "she's no lady ... ... " He placed a hand on Miss
Stewarts shoulder as he was about to tear into both of these 'women'. But as
his hand came down on her shoulder, Miss Stewart turned sharply around, a
self-defence mechanism must had kicked in as she raised her hand to strike out
at her 'assailant.' But the woman had good reactions and quickly recognised
the male teacher, her hand still raised she stopped herself.

Mr Greenwoods eyes widened at the sight of the raised hand, he was shocked,
annoyed even a bit angry, there was a tense moment then "is this what you
teach your so called 'young ladies' strike first?" He looked down from her
raised arm into her eyes, he could see anger there, but was not perturbed or
put off by this. She was a strong woman and expected her girls to be strong as
well, so she wasn't going to back down. She returned his stare with her own,
firm, unyielding and with a touch of arrogance. Her eyes where saying 'come on
then!' whilst his replied with 'you are so asking for it!'

The pair of teachers stood there for what seemed like an age, staring at each
other, their faces, slowing moving into more and more stern, harsh
expressions. The students that were still in the area all now stooped and they
stared, not in anger or annoyance but in surprise and bewilderment at how the
two adults, the teachers, the grown up where trying to outstare each other!

The tension was broken by the boy who had been on the ground getting up and
moaning as he pulled out a hankie to tend to his nose bleed. The girl gave a
giggle as Mr Greenwood looked at the lads battered face, and Miss Stewart
throw a glare at the girl to make her shut up 'this was no laughing matter!'
Followed by "Explain!" as Miss Stewart tried to get to the bottom of all this,
the girl went on to say that the boy had called her names and ... ... Mr
Greenwood broke in accusing the woman of teaching and having a bunch of female
yobs in her school, and how ashamed she should be of her students, followed by
a few more 'comments!'

There was a 'little' bit of a raised voice session between the two teachers,
which lead to a few more of the students on the common going down to where the
two of them where to 'investigate.' There were a few calls of "Go on Sir!" and
"Come on Miss, you tell him!" The teachers didn't need any encouragement as
the accusations, insults and remarks were thrown back and forth by the two
grownups. "Your girls are nothing but a rabble of misfits and degenerates"
"Your boys are crude, ill-mannered and have the social skills of a baboon,
just like you!" "Young Ladies, there's nothing lady like about your girls,
they have 'chav' written all over them!" "Young men! If your 'boy's' take you
as an example, then they will never become real gentlemen would they." And so
on.

Finally, after the insults had flow for a bit and the group of students
watching all this had grown the two teacher realised that this was probably
not the best place to do this. So Mr Greenwood escorted his boy back to see
the school nurse and Miss Stewart took her girl back, secretly congratulating
her, in stern kind of way, for giving the boy a bloody nose and getting him to
the ground "well done!"

After this incident the tensions between the two schools seemed to raise a
little each day, normally these events would die down after a day or so, but
something was different this time. Maybe because there were now two teachers
involved, one form each school, but something was defiantly different now, the
common was a much tenser place. Little things like footballs being kicked
about where now a target for the girls, as the balls where grabbed and burst,
and the boy's retaliated by running and 'bumping' into girls knocking them
down to the floor and pinching their precious magazines, that ended up in a
tissue of paper scattered across the common. Then girls retaliated by ... ...
... Well it just went on and on, and over the following couple of weeks'
tension was increasing on both side, there were a few scuffles, a few minor
incidents. A girl was dunked in the village pond, a boy was kick in a tender
spot and there was even a fist fight that was soon broke up by the increased
presence of teachers from both schools, but it was obvious something had to
give in all this!

On the boy school side, it seemed as if Mr Greenwood was the one the young
lads were looking too for leadership in all this and in the girl's school?
Well that was obvious, Miss Stewart's self-defence classes suddenly where over
run with keen girls wanting to learn how to fight, even if it should have been
about how to protect themselves. The female teacher taught the eager girls all
she knew and also passed on a few controversial ideas and plenty of
encouragement. She told the girls about a former teacher who had worked at the
schools some years ago. A fresh young woman who had come to the school, a
woman with a determined and focused outlook on life. With a keen eye and a
stern, but 'fair' approach to discipline.

This woman had been there when Miss Stewart was herself a pupil here at the
school and influenced her greatly with her stylish manner and firm attitude.
This woman had only been at the girl's school for a short time, but made an
impact, then had moved over to the boy's school. There had been some scandal
involving some of the boys there and talk about a number of the male teachers
having to either leave the school, retire early or how some even ended up in
hospital! But no one knew much more than that.

"Now girls you could do no wrong by following this woman's stern approach,
especially to how you deal with men in the future." "Please Miss where is this
ex-teacher now?" Miss Stewart turned to the fun loving girl who asked the
question and smiled. "She now runs her own school, it's a very different kind
of school, where only the most 'talented' young girls and boys can go ... ...
" the teacher now moved closer to the inquisitive, pretty student and looked
at her. "But I think young lady that someone like you would fit into there
just fine, see me after school, so we can 'talk' about it further!"

Yes, Miss Stewart was indeed the girls champion in all this, she was more than
just encouraging her girls she was inciting them!

Two days later and boiling point had been reached, the day before a boy had
been captured by a group of girls, he had been beaten by them and sent back to
the boy's school in just his underwear. The group of girl mocking him as they
made him run across the common back to safety, then they'd sneaked into the
boy's school and swopped the school flag with the stolen trousers. A
comprehensive victory to the girls.

The main group of upper school boys weren't having this, they'd decided girls
or no girls this had to end now and there was only one way to do that. A
message way sent over to the upper school girl's and everything was arranged,
the time and place was sorted and this would all end, once and for all ... ...
... Well maybe?

The time came, 1 0'Clock, the place was obvious, the bottom end of the common
and the two groups met, 20 or so of the upper school boys and 20 or so of the
upper school girl's. All that was needed now was a referee, make that two, Mr
Greenwood and Miss Stewart, had been 'approached' and agreed to do the
honours.

On one side stood twenty plus of the horrible boy's, tall, fat, thin, small,
an array of spotty lads, some of whom could actually shave once a week now.
They tried to look hard, aggressive, most of them had come 'armed' with either
cricket bats, squash rackets and even a couple of baseball bats. The sensible
lads had even raided the sport hall for the cricket box's as well!

On the other side were the delightful girl's, twenty plus pigtailed blonds,
ponytailed brunettes and fizzy haired redheads. All of these beauties were
armed with short skirts, tight blouses and an assortment of undone buttons,
plus there was also some hockey sticks, tennis rackets and lacrosse sticks,
being wielded. But maybe the boys didn't quite see them.

Off to the side was Mr Greenwood, admiring his warrior lads, and Miss Stewart,
pleased that her girl's looked more provocative and deadly than any St
Tinian's girl ever did. The woman turned to her counterpart and moved a
whistle up to her lips "are we ready?" Mr Greenwood looked at her "to be sure
of the ground rules now ... ... " THUD! OOOUUHHH! 'Ground rules, be serious'
Before she even blows the whistle Miss Stewart brought her knee up hard into
the male teacher's groin. This was her way of starting the match, her way of
letting her girl's know they can begin.

Mr Greenwood, held himself as he dropped down on his knees, at the same time
there was a sudden roar from the girls who now charged at the boy's and the
match had started. The boy's where waiting, poised for a whistle blast, then
suddenly they had seen their teacher kneed and dropped and as they all looked
back over to the girls there was this wave of fierce, attractive, charging,
tantalising, rampaging schoolgirl's bearing down on them THUD! WHACK! SMACK!
CRUNCH! OOOOWWW! UUUUHHHH! ARRRRHHHH! It had begun!

The girl's rushed in like a horde of barbarians attacking the so called
stronger enemy's front row, bearing down with an intense desire to devour and
destroy in each of their gorgeous, yet vicious, looking eyes. There was an
almighty crashing sound as the boys were smashed into and felt the force of
their foe's strike. As the girls came in clubs, rackets and sticks rained down
on the boys, this wasn't just some 'jolly hockey stick' moment, this was war!

The schoolgirls hit hard, fists, feet, sticks and rackets all drove into the
boys, Julie a pigtailed blond, holding her hockey stick firmly with both hands
brought it up sharply straight into Simon, the vice sports captain's, jaw.
Taking the tall rugby playing lad off his feet and sending him flying
backwards. Sharon took her lacrosse stick and thrusted it hard into the boy in
front of her, driving all the air out of him, making his eyes bulge and then
dropping the lad to his knees. Debbie took Charles, the head boy out with a
swing of her tennis racket, a forearm smash that had a devastating effect on
the burly lad.

As the schoolgirls carried on with their advance onto the boys Miss Stewart
also carried on with her own advance and struck into Mr Greenwood WHACK! With
him on his knees the female teacher had hit out again, pounding into the side
of his head, sending the man's head spinning and him as well SMACK! Before he
fell to the ground she struck again, sending Mr Greenwood tumbling over the
grass and into one of his boys who was himself on the receiving end of a sharp
kick for the very eager redhead schoolgirl Suzie THUD!

The male teacher rolling into the boy meant that now there were two of the
male species on the floor, and now the two, more deadlier females of the
species, were looming down on them BANG! THUD! The schoolgirl and her female
teacher laid into the schoolboy and the male teacher on the floor, whilst
around them the rest of the upper school girls were busy sorting the upper
school boy's out! Sammie the smallest, petites of the girls was enjoying
herself as she picked on the tallest of the boys. Her hockey stick had already
beat the lad once or twice around the head and now she swung it was great
force and accuracy as ... ... SMASH! OOOUUUHHHH!

The side of the lad's knee took the full force of her blow, his body jerked,
he wobbled, then fell down to his knees, now he was more she size THUD! She
could now look straight into his eyes and see the pain and hurt she'd
inflicted, she smiled knowing more was to follow as she raised her stick, and
not for the last time that day, ready to bring it down WHACK!

On the far end Victoria was getting annoyed, not with the boy she was
whacking, after all he was a bit cute, but that didn't matter for now, she was
getting annoyed with her racket. The more she slammed it down on the lads head
the more it bounced off, she was determined to brake the strings with his head
as so looping it around his neck. 'Well it works like that in the film!' She
pounded and pounded the tennis racket on top of the boy head until finally
TWANG! The strings broke and the racket was at last around his neck, which
then allowed the young lady to use the broken racket as a 'hook' device to
swing the boy around and around and around. Finally letting go off the racket
and sending it and the boy spinning off and tumbling all over the place.

Miss Stewart had pulled the confused, disorientated and hurt Mr Greenwood
upwards, as he was dragged off the ground the female teacher threw her knee
back into the man WHACK! Once more hurting him and imposing her dominance on
him, she carried on striking him as she got the bewildered man up onto his
feet so that SMACK! She could send him back down the ground with a sharp kick.

Next to the controlling female teacher was Tina, one of the ponytailed
brunette's who was grappling with the sports captain boy, both of them had
hold of the boy's cricket bat. She was trying to wrestle it out of his hands
whilst he was desperately trying to keep hold of his weapon THUD! OOWWHHHHH!
The girl had won and used her strength to wrench free the bat from his hand
and then quickly twisted her grip and slammed it into the lad. She knocked him
down to the floor and into a perfect position for her to practice some of her
strokes, she was determined to knock him 'out of the ground for 6', CRACK!
ARRRRHHHH!

Connie with the short red hair was showing her creative side as she was using
Justin's baseball bat in some very 'unique' ways, the boy had had the bat
liberated by the girl from him and now WHACK! WALLOP! CRUNCH! OOOWWWHHHH! The
girl was finding so many different uses for it and each way brought more tears
to the boy's already sorrowful looking face BANG! ARRRRHHHHH!

Daphne, the normally scattered brain library monitor was getting use to
wielding a hockey stick WHACK! Harry the deputy head boy was on the receiving
end of the girls 'self-teach' session SMASH! As she brought the stick up hard
and into the bottom of the boys jaw she realised she was holding in by the
wrong end "silly me!" She quickly turned the stick around as Harry went
staggering backwards, then an idea, Daphne shot the stick out and using the
'curve' end, she hooked it around the back of the lad's head and dragged him
to her. At the same time, she turned and using the stick and some science
stuff about leverage, pivots and fulcrums, she tosses the hooked lad over her
hip and sent him downwards THUD!

Mr Greenwood was doing no better than any of the other lads, as he was struck
again by the woman WALLOP! The female teacher was dishing out a different kind
of lesson. A lesson where there were no questions taken, there was no test at
the end and the only assessment was the one she was doing right now THUD! The
woman's fist drove hard into his gut, doubling the man over and making him
wobble, in this lesson you had to lean fast CRACK! Her knee once more slammed
up into his tender groin, and the object of the lesson was pain and
humiliation SMACK! Her foot delivered another message to him.

Tanya was a very 'hands on' student, the type of girl who liked to get down to
basics and learn by doing, BANG! Right now she was 'doing' Jordan, but not in
the nice way, she was doing him bad CRUNCH! Her hands had grappled, knocked
and dropped the poor lads around and down to the ground, then THUD! She jumped
on him grabbed hold and held him, the ultimate schoolgirl pin for the bruised
schoolboy, and now he was hurt, down and subdued she could do what she liked
with him ... ... SMASH!

One of the boy's tried to crawl away, make a break for it, but he was seen and
an annoyed Sally went and grabbed him, her hands reached out and was joined by
a hand from Mildred at the same time, also angry that this one had tried to
get away. The girl's seized onto both his feet and now the two girls dragged
him back into the fight, he would be made to regret trying to leave without
asking permission CRUNCH! BANG! ARRRRHHHHH!

The fun time redhead Hayleigh was really enjoying herself, and enjoying the
boy's, enjoying beating them WHACK! Her foot sends one boy staggering over
towards Brenda, who had something special instore for this lad! Then Hayleigh
turned and WALLOP! Her other foot sent the cutest lad Jimmy to the ground, he
was very popular in the girl's school all of that school wanted him! But even
Jimmy's sweet looks couldn't save him today THUD! The girls fist drove into
his gut, she would avoid hitting his face, as much as she could, well he was a
gorgeous bit of eye candy for the girls, don't want to spoil that SMASH!

Miss Steward slapped Mr Greenwood hard across his face as he knelt there in
front of her, then she grabbed hold of his throat and looked down at the man.
She could see the pain and embarrassment in his eyes, and that pleased her, it
pleased her greatly. She looked around to see that her girls were like her,
were in control and the winners this day, the female teacher whistled to
signify the end of the battle and looked back down at Mr Greenwood. She had
completed her destruction of the man, he was beat just like his boys had been
defeated by her girl's, and he knew it. This day would live long in the
history of these two school's a day of reckoning, a day of victory for the
girl's school!

The woman pushed the man away, he fell to the ground and immediately started
to scuttle away, to escape and feel the battle. Miss Stewart and her girls
moved back to where they had started from congratulating each other on a fine
victory. And Mr Greenwood and those boys' who were still capable slowly
crawled away and out of sight. The battered band of boys made their way back
to their school, the defeated, the broken, the losers, all of them had been
embarrassed and made to look stupid at the hands of the girls, so of course
there were smiles all around from the females.

Miss Stewart surveyed the 'battlefield' her girls were all in high spirts as
they left the field of victory to go back to their dormitory for some
well-deserved lemonade refreshment. As for the boy's they were still making
their way slowly back to their school, a line of battered and beaten boys all
spread out across the common. Making their lonely and panful way back home,
the routed army staggering back after a humiliating defeated at the hands of
the mighty female warrior girls.

The retreating army of boys was not complete though, they had left some of
their own back there at the bottom of the common on the battlefield, Miss
Stewart looked at the casualties and identified the sweetest looking lad still
there, Jimmy. He was battered but not too badly marked, which was good, as the
woman approached the wounded lad his eye caught sight of her and widened in
pure terror as he looked up at her. Miss Stewart towered over the boy on the
floor, enjoying his fearful expression and wide eyes, then she placed her foot
on his crotch, as she slowly moved her foot she smiled at him and explained to
the boy "Victoribus spolia." And as every good schoolboy knows from their
Latin lessons 'To the victor the spoils', and Miss Stewart was the victor and
she would have her spoils, most defiantly!

That day would indeed live long in the history of the two schools, this had
also started an even bitter rivalry that could only get more unpleasant and
more destructive!

It was a couple of days later when the old Baron was out for a walk on the
common, he'd heard about the 'unfortunate' incident and hoped it could all be
sorted out. 'Strange everything seems a bit too quiet?' He looked around,
there wasn't a sole about, none of the boy's or girl's from the schools, none
of the villagers, no one walking their dog, now that was surprising. Even the
birds seemed to have sensed something and gone away 'what was going on?'

Then something grabbed the old Baron's attention, a low murmuring sound and
noise that he couldn't identify. He looked around but still there was nothing,
but the low murmuring was getting louder and louder, it seemed to be coming
from all around him, but what was it? Suddenly to his right he saw a large
group of boys all in a long line, then to his left a long line of girls 'Oh
dear!'

The line and depth on each side got large and large, the students and staff of
the boy's school all gathered and lined up, there was hundreds of them and
opposite them was the vast numbers from the girl's school, students and
teachers all assembled to 'finish this once and for all!' The Baron quickly
decided to move and that the best place for him was the pub!

On the boy's side Mr Greenwood called out to his troops "all right boy's this
is it, this is where we make our stand, be brave!" And he hoped to god that in
the forthcoming battle he would not meet 'her' again!

On the girl's side Miss Stewart called out to her girls "remember ladies at
the end of this when we win, and we will, those of you left stand can clam one
of the vanquished for yourself." The woman's thoughts quickly turned back to
Jimmy who was still her prisoner and had not been returned to the boy's
school. He was safely locked up in her room resting and recovering, ready for
her return! Plus, Miss Stewart was eagerly waiting to troll through the boys
during the battle and find Mr Greenwood, she was going after him!

Miss Stewart blew her whistle and the girls, all of them, charged. The boy's
stood there as the ground started to rumble under their feet 'Oh God!' The
schoolboy's looked over to see the terrify sight of a few hundred schoolgirls
and a few female teachers, rushing at them. There were short shirts, and
hockey sticks, tight blouses and tennis rackets, there was undone buttons,
cleavage and lacrosse sticks. Some of the boy started to run away, the rest
stood there, manly in pure terror at the sight before them. Fear in their eyes
at the sight of the girls bearing down on them, the boys fearful and slightly
excited at the same time as they waited for the ... ... ... CRASSSSSH!
ARRRRRHHHHH!