The Bully Academy part 4

   


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It had slowly become a royal headache for the editor of the La Habra Star
newspaper. Everyday letters from readers would pour in regarding the series of
stories on Wanda Jorgenson. It was predictable that the majority of questions
on any given day were always like-minded: "How is it possible that one girl
got away with so much? Where were the police in all this? Didn't anybody care
or express any moral outrage?

We'll, of course, never know if Wanda read the stories or if she chuckled at
the "letters to the editor" page but the author of the articles had to bear
the burden of explaining Wanda's elusiveness. One aspect he labored often was
that Wanda operated in a small town. Her physical proportions and fighting
skills made her practically a local celebrity. She had no competition to speak
of and no rival gangs existed and so she came across to the average person in
La Habra as bigger than life. In Part one of these stories, I mentioned seeing
her walk down the street and I had a feeling of dread come over me instantly.
La Habra is and seems to always will be a quintessential small town. There's
always renovation going on but no real estate development has occurred for
years. All this factored in to Wanda's success. Extortion, humiliation, and
intimidation works marvelously in small towns to keep certain people quiet.

The police were aware of what Wanda was capable of but having a network of
people around her helped Wanda to stay 3 or 4 steps ahead of police
interference. For example, one of her boy-toys, Sean, would monitor police
radio when Wanda and her girls shock down Abid and there was, of course,
Chuck, always ready to keep her up to date on what he discovered with his
computer hacking skills.

Today Chuck was going to simultaneously please Wanda and sadden her. Before
Wanda boarded the plane for India, Chuck had loaned her the use of his
sidekick. Now he could e-mail her with any data he had uncovered regarding
Brice Lyons. During her flights stop over in Frankfurt, Germany Wanda took
advantage of the little device. Sure enough, 5 e-mails had come in from Chuck
that detailed what he had found out at present. Brice Lyons had managed 3
professional boxers in his 17 year career and all 3 boxers had the identical
tragic occurrence happen to them: all of them had enormous winning streaks and
then one bout that would leave them permanently disabled. "I knew it" Wanda
whispered to herself. Her long held hunch was beginning to materialize; Lyons
had manipulated her father's downfall. Now she wanted one last piece of
evidence that she hoped Chuck could unearth; Had Lyons bet against her father
when he lost the fight in Japan? This had been the match, which left "Jammin"
Jerry Jorgenson without the use of his legs and limited his ability to be a
father to Wanda. If bets were laid down against Jerry it stands to reason that
his opponent, that fateful day, had a deadly advantage. Wanda folded the
sidekick and placed it in her overnight bag. As she waited for the boarding
call on the loud speaker something happened that would've surprised anyone in
La Habra. As Wanda contemplated her Father's murder(albeit a slow death) she
shed a single tear. That tear though, and its salty taste, became a resolve to
find Lyons and bring her brand of wrath to his sorry, wimpy body. In fact she
further thought that inflicting his whole family was necessary and
appropriate.

First though was to secure the shape shifting amulet from the monastery in
Bhutan. 4 hours later Wanda's plane arrived in Bangladesh. She took a taxi to
a moderate priced hotel. She showered and took a nap to try and recover from
the jet lag. That evening she organized her agenda for what she needed to
accomplish the next day. She went down to the desk clerk and asked about day
trips to Bhutan and he was helpful with the locations of where tour buses
were. She followed up with where a gym or weight room might be. As helpful as
the clerk, was he turned a stone cold demeanor to that query and grunted out
that there weren't any. Wanda was suspicious and asked a vendor of souvenirs
and a fruit salesman the same question. Both men equally dismissed her desire
to know of the whereabouts of a gym with a brow- beating, broken English ...
."no gyms here". Finally a street sweeper volunteered to point out a well
equipped gym that was practically behind the hotel she was staying in. Wanda
asked the street sweeper why it was such a secret to which the street sweeper
replied: "women are not allowed".

Wanda knew that the priests recognized strength as a valid endowment for
owning the amulet. That being the case Wanda's goal, first thing in the
morning, was to get as big and defined as possible. This meant a killer
workout and she needed to access heavy dumbbells and weight machines. As she
entered the gym the man behind the counter looked at her sheepishly. "I'd like
to buy a day pass" Wanda said solemnly. The clerk glared at Wanda and finally
asked if she was American. "Yes" Wanda said with a growing contempt. "One
moment please" the clerk said and left his desk to apparently confer with
someone. After 15 minutes an older man came to the front desk. Wanda had
removed her sweat shirt and revealed a black halter with the words "Shock and
Awe" in bold type across the front. Her nostrils were flared and she was
tightening her lips to show her growing rage. She was deep breathing and with
each inhalation her shoulders would form a mound of muscle across her back.
The man had prepared to turn her out with a
"women-are-not-permitted-in-this-gym" response but as he beheld her aura of
intense female anger he instead asked if it would be today only. Through her
gritted teeth she whispered, "Today only", and laid down her money for the
pass. Since it was early morning there were only 5 men in the gym, yet those
men acted with such a childish annoyance that it served to fuel Wanda's
workout. She concentrated on every rep with an inner power she hadn't realized
she possessed. When she left the gym she felt bigger and stronger than she
ever had previously. The manager watched her exit the building and his fears
conjured a memory of a punk rock song that he never could shake from his mind.
The song" fast and Frightening" by the girl punk group L7 was practically the
soundtrack for his whole encounter with Wanda. After a quick trip back to her
hotel, she grabbed a vegetable platter from a small café and made it to the
designated corner where the tour bus departed for Bhutan. She took her seat
and removed the one amulet half from her gym bag. She examined it closely and
felt some closure was about to come in to her life. She would soon own the
other half of the shape- shifting amulet.

The two hour ride seemed like eight and the bumpy unpaved roads were taking
their toll on everyone's desire to continue the journey. Wanda again checked
her purse to make sure the cash (the $75,000.00) was all in order. She had
made sure to transfer the money to Indian currency while in the airport. As
the bus came close to the Monastery, Wanda felt a deep peace come over her. A
peace she had not felt since her father was alive. The bus driver stood and
announced that this was the historic Tiger's nest Monastery and that they
would be here for one hour. The company of tourists on the bus this particular
day was sparse. An elderly couple from Australia and 4 Belgian women, who
considered the excursion a type of pilgrimage, comprised the totality of
tourists along with Wanda. As Wanda stepped off the bus the driver got his
first real glimpse of just how awesome Wanda was. She was wearing a pair of
burgundy Capri's and an unusual tank top. It was definitely a man's fit but
the design was a subtle navy blue tie-dye with one of her signature slogans
right at the breast level. The words: "Out of my way, wimp" was down right
scary to read. She also included a Native American Chocker that wrapped around
that incredible neck. All in all her appearance was accenting her statuesque
posture and the barbed wire tattoo completed her attire. She moved to massage
her collar bone and a bicep involuntarily emerged that made the drivers knees
shake.

Wanda walked up to the monastery in front of the others and asked the priest
at the door to summon another priest by the name of Hmong. When Hmong came in
to the waiting area he called Wanda by name and thanked her for coming.
"Here's the money" Wanda said as the others from the bus walked out of the
room to begin the walking tour. "Bless you, Bless you" Hmong bowed and gently
took the cash from Wanda and put it in to a leather locking bag. "Can I see
the other half of the amulet now?" Wanda said in an almost begging tone.
"Well, where is your father?" Hmong said sternly. "I'm sure I told you in my
letters that he passed away" Wanda quickly retorted. Hmong reached in to his
robe pocket and pulled out a small wooden box. "So sorry ",Hmong said with
sadness "you are a strong lady this is true, but this power must be controlled
by a man". Hmong turned to leave and once again Wanda's anger ignited in a
similar way it had at the gym. "I've paid for the other half of that amulet,
give it to me!" she demanded. "Men only ... men only" Hmong casually said.
Wanda reached for his shoulder and jerked his frame around to face her.
"SACRILIGE! SACRILIGE!" I am not to be touched by a woman!" The priest
declared.

"Is it a sacrilege to break promises? " Wanda said. "SACRILIGE, SACRILIGE" he
called out as if he was asking for aid from another priest. When his arms
waved at Wanda her boxing instincts kicked in and she reared back in a boxer
stance and landed a right jab square in to his nose. She felt the squishiness
as she pulled back knowing she had broken his nose. As the blood began to
spurt out from his nostrils he again told her that she was defiling his holy
body. Wanda in full "Bully-mode" now grabbed his robe, just above his chest,
held him against the wall and left hooked his right check a total of 7 times.
It was surreal to see a man like this cry tears but Wanda was determined to
punish him for his reneging on a deal. One last blow and she figured he'd be
lifeless, if not knocked out. She took a deep breath and sent the strongest
upper cut to his stomach she had ever delivered. He fell to his knees, threw
up and rolled to his back. His eyes were closed and he acted delirious with
pain. Wanda reached in to his deep robe pocket and fished out the box
containing the other half of the amulet. "Paid in full" Wanda said in her
famous deadly whisper.

Wanda walked out of the monastery and moved quickly to the main road the bus
had traveled in on. She started a trek back to Bangladesh on foot, knowing the
bus would come by for the return trip within an hour. As she walked she
studied the amulet and admired all the detailed art work on it. She stopped at
a large tree and tried the first phase of the grand experiment; bring the two
halves together. They fit each other like a glove and as they connected a
strange feeling came over Wanda. She sensed her sexual appetite suddenly
increase as if she had been given a massive dose of erotic pleasure. As the
feeling grew she wondered if this was what sexual predator's experience.
Without thinking she pulled the two amulets apart and felt the super arousal
slowly fade.

Wanda continued to walk and, like clock work, the bus came by and stopped to
pick her up. The driver knew what she had done to the Bhutanese priest but
when he took in how menacing she looked he bowed his head and shifted the bus
in to drive. Wanda's brief advantage to the situation was that Bhutan had no
police force of any kind.

When Wanda came back to the hotel Nona was waiting in the vestibule. "We have
to get up to my room quick" Wanda told Nona as she walked at an unusually fast
clip. She rushed in to her room and pulled out a recent bodybuilding magazine
she had tucked away in her suitcase. Laying out the magazine she turned to a
centerfold of Mr. Olympia, Ronnie Coleman. Taking out the two amulets she
closed her eyes and brought the two pieces together focusing on the mental
image of Coleman. The sexual drive began to erupt again but this time followed
by her skin tingling and a few violent spasms. She then felt a rush of
muscular power and Nona watched Wanda morph in to a perfect duplication of
Ronnie Coleman. "IT WORKS, IT REALLY WORKS, Wanda said loudly in the voice of
Coleman himself. Just then there was a knock on the door and it turned out to
be the police. "We are looking for a Wanda Jorgenson" the officer said. "She
must face charges of assault and battery" he continued. Wanda (as Coleman)
said "sorry we haven't seen her either, and glanced at Nona with a wry look.
The police searched the room and then ordered Nona and Wanda to call a special
phone number when she arrives. After the officers left to look elsewhere, Nona
asked the obvious question: "how do you regain your original appearance"? "The
same way, I concentrate on a mental image and when it's the strongest in my
mind, I bring the two amulets together". "Before we leave this town though I
want to correct a wrong and I'll need this body to do it". "Besides Wanda is a
criminal around here and Ronnie Coleman isn't". Wanda led Nona down the street
to the gym she had worked out in that morning. As they walked in the owner
recognized Coleman instantly and welcomed him and Nona in to the modest
facility. "We are honored Mr. Coleman, please, our gym is at your disposal"
the owner pleaded. Wanda remembered how smug he had been that morning to her
solely because she was a woman. "May we have some photos Mr. Coleman"? The
owner asked reaching for his camera. "O.K." Wanda said pulling her shirt off.
As she flexed she felt the testosterone surge through her body and loved the
feeling of being even bigger than her female body could accomplish. "I got to
get this big" Wanda thought to her self. "May I give you a tour Mr. Coleman?
The owner said as he finished off a whole roll of film. "Go ahead" Wanda said
and waited till the little tour brought the two to a solitary location. When
they entered the power lifting room, Wanda pushed the owner over a barbell and
watched him tumble to the floor. She walked over to the disoriented man and
lifted him to the large mirrored wall. She shook his body and slapped his face
with a rapid fire of back hand and front palm slaps. "Mr. Coleman what is
wrong"? The owner said as they both noticed the blood trickling out his mouth.
"From now on you're going to change your gym acceptance policy" Wanda
threatened. "You will let women join this gym, you will sponsor women
bodybuilding events and you'll make sure they're accommodated and encouraged
in every way" Wanda said as she slapped him one last time. "Ye ... yee ... Yes
of course ... Mr. Coleman ... .anything you say", the trembling owner said.
"When I come back, there better be lots of women in this gym, understand"?
Wanda said as she let go of her hold on him. She followed him to the front
desk and made sure his first phone call was to a sign maker that would create
a large mural with the words" Woman always welcome, sorry about the past".

The next day Wanda, still in Coleman's body, boarded the plane with Nona. When
the plane reached cruising level, Wanda went to the rest room and transformed
to her own self. Nona was amused at the wide eyes of the other passengers.
Wanda pulled out her side kick and checked for e mails from Chuck. The latest
news was all good, in fact better than good. Chuck had hunted down Brice Lyons
and had his betting handle as well as his personal address, and cell phone
number. A later text announced that he had come up with the proof that Lyons
had set up Wanda's father for a fall.

Wanda turned to Nona and said "we won't be staying in La Habra long; according
to Chuck we need to get to Cheyenne, Wyoming so I can look up an old friend of
my father's.