The Queen Returns




Dear Reader: Here is the obligatory cope out so please remember that anyone
living or dead, who resembles the characters in my story, due so purely
because of coincidence and not design.

And so it came to pass that Queen Amazonia settled in to her new life. Her
belongs were meager but she was quite happy with what she had.....feeling
free, strong and alive. She often kept in shape by cutting down the tress that
surrounded her domicile. One would hear a few quick chops and then her call of
warning, "Timber". In addition she loved to keep her fighting skills honed by
fighting the biggest men of the village for pure sport. She would compete with
cudgels, swords, wresting and even fists. She keep the village doctor busy, by
sending him men unconscious with various wounds, such as cuts, broken bones(
such as ribs, fractured jaws, noses) and missing teeth.

Several months had passed and Amazonia was spending a quiet day communing with
nature. Suddenly she heard galloping hooves and a rider came bearing down
towards her. No sooner had this female dismounted when she knelt in front of
her sovereign and said, "Oh my lady, you must come quickly. There is trouble
at the castle. Your husband has assumed a cruel reign and must be
stopped!"Tears flowed from her eyes and it took everything to console her.

Not long thereafter, The Queen was seen riding hell bent with her attendant
towards the castle. She wore no fine garments, but simple peasant cloth spun
on a homemade weaving machine. Both women entered the castle via a secret
entrance known only to a trusted few. As they were moving silently towards her
room, they spied two huge guards blocking the way. Mouthing," You stay here"
to her lady in waiting, the Queen walked up to the two guards and said,
"Gentlemen, please unblock the door as I have business inside." Both guards
looked at each other in an astonished fashion and began to smirk. "No one
enters by order of the king!"The Queen, turned and faced these huge soldiers.
"Is that so", she said and drew back both fists at the same time. She threw
the same punch with each hand simultaneously. Her punches were so powerful
they shattered the metal face plates of the two guards, and connecting with
their jaws, smashed them to bits. As a result both men slid down the wall
,unconscious in each others arms. "So much for the King", this proud and
fearless woman laughingly said. However, both men would be out for hours, and
so did not hear her jibe.

Once inside her room, this beautiful, strong sovereign, changed into another
outfit which contained a veil as well. It just so happened that today, the
King, in order to consolidate his power, decreed that anyone who would meet
him on the field of battle ,and won, could claim his thrown. Now the king was
a huge man, very fit but given to drinking mead, a local, very potent form of
libation. Although fit, he did have a big gut. Still he was very muscular and
never ever had been defeated in battle. Amazonia’s plan was simple... meet him
in the town square, offer him safe conduct out of the region, or suffer the
consequences. Of course he would never know it was her, given her disguise.

Outside the king strutted around in his finery. He never needed to worry since
he never lost and he was supremely confident today, as well. When this muscled
Goddess walked out to face him, a hush fell over the crowd. In a menacing
voice the king said, "Who goes there... who would like an early death?"She
walked over to him and stared up into his menacing eyes."It is but a simple
maiden who challenges you but if you leave now, I will spare you any pain, Go
now!" Now the king erupted with peals of laughter...."A simple maiden
challenges me! Surely you jest, woman."

This incredible woman, wearing a soft tunic, faced the crowd, rolled up her
sleeves and said," Look at these, my king. Imagine what power they have, what
force." With that she began to flex her hard, amazing biceps. One could hear a
pin drop from the assembled people. Even the king looked on, a shadow of doubt
crossing his face, but for an instant. In the heat of the day , the Queens
biceps dazzled in the sunlight like twin symbols of her power. "Come now, go
or you will be carried out from this place." The King, to save face began to
laugh. "Talk is cheap woman, lets have it on! I am a magnanimous sovereign so
you may pick your weapon of choice."Now this hell-bent lady knew she had to
humiliate her ex -husband in order to win the day.

" Oh King, she continued, I choose boxing. The winner is the one who is left
standing up. There will be no rounds, no aid by anyone, no cries for entreaty
at all. Is this acceptable?" She had pushed his maleness to the wall. He had
to accept or lose face in front of everyone. Her actual intention was to have
him lose his face and she fully intended to beat him to a pulp for all the
mistreatment he had shown her people especially.

Playing to the audience, the King smiled and said," Fair maiden , although you
hide your face, I will allow you the honor of fighting me." Just then, he
threw a punch at his wife’s face. She ducked and hit him hard in the stomach.
The king, a well known drinker felt her fist invade his stomach. He doubled
over and felt her hands raise him up only to be hit again and again in various
parts of his fat gut. After 12 punches , he fell down and vomited up his
recent dinner of lamb and mead He moaned on the floor, rolling in his own
filth. This powerful sovereign picked him up by his hair and looked into his
eyes. "Remember you had your chance, now I am going to rearrange your face."
With that she hit him 3 times in the nose, flattening it against his face,
never to be used again. After that she punched him just once in each eye. Soon
they were closed for good. Next she hammered away at his jaw, hitting him with
hard fists in the same spot repeatedly. As his teeth fell out by twos and
threes, Amazonia continued until his jaw was hanging, a useless part of his
face. All at once she stopped and asked, "Do you yield?"

That question was more for effect, then anything, because the King, her ex,
was incapable of speech. He stood up, God know what force held him erect. The
noble Queen spoke in a loud clear voice, "I have asked the King to give
quarter yet he does not respond. He must be put down now." Turning back to the
man she once had shared a life with, she raised her deadly fist one last time.
"If you kiss it, I might spare you!" She was making him crawl, like the dog he
was. The king tried moving his mouth to touch her iron fist but could not
quite make it. "Okay them, time for you to meet your ancestors, she warned.
She drew back her arm and connected with one last punch. The resounding crack
was so loud that the townspeople jumped in their seats collectively.

The effect of that punch was final, for the King’s face was punched in. He
would not be moving for days, if at all. He was carried out in an unconscious
bloody heap, to a nearby tent. The best doctors realized, like Humpty Dumpty,
he could never be put back together again. Then, as the victor, Queen Amazonia
discarded her veils and stood proudly in front of her subjects. Each one to a
man, woman or child, stood and gave her a thunderous ovation. From that day
on, the queen ruled her kingdom with intelligence, wisdom, strength,
benevolence, and an IRON FIST.