Dedicated to Arby
by Jazzmon
ANOTHER GOOD FIGHT Part I


4/10/06

If only I could have foreseen the future, I would not have worn my mini skirt
out last Tuesday night. I enjoy speeding along the highway late at night on my
Harley, feeling the wind rush up under my skirt thinking of you. I could hear
sirens in the distance rushing up behind me. I quickly slowed down to 3 miles
per hour above the speed limit. Two cops on bikes and a rescue truck and three
trooper's cars sped past me at high speed. Something was going on somewhere in
the city. I remember thinking it may be an accident on the highway or
something restricting me from getting to where I was headed on time. I decided
to take the next exit. The area didn't look too friendly. The street lights
were broken. Beer bottles along the road side. On one side of the street stood
a small crowd of men drinking what I perceived to be beer. A few yards away
huddled 3 girls inhaling something. One of the girls started across the street
down a dark path. She was certainly high on something. I could see in the
distance what seemed to be porch lights in the direction she was headed. As I
cruised down the street I looked in my rear view mirror. Two of the men who
were huddled on the street corner a few yards away walked hurriedly across the
street and disappeared down the dark path. I know I should have just continued
on my journey, but how could I leave a defensless, high as a kite female to
walk home alone in the dark with two drunken men in pursuit of her.

I quickly turned my bike around as I approached the path. I turned off the
motor and began to push it through the dark. I could hear weak cries and
murmured words which I couldn't make out as I pushed the bike farther along
the dark path. I took a moment to remove my leather coat. I started to remove
my leather stilettos boots but had a change in mind on that idea. It has been
awhile but I was still game for nice, fair fight. I figured 2 drunken men to
one woman would be as fair as it would get if it came to a fight.

There in a small clearing stood a dim street light. One man had forced the
woman's face forward up against the pole of the street light with his left
forearm. His right hand was inside of her ruffled blouse. The other man was
only a couple of feet away undoing his pants. Neither of them had seen me
approaching, which was to my advantage. The poor frightened woman was in tears
as she pleaded for her freedom to continue on her journey home. I thought
another good deed and another bitching out from Allen for being late as I
grabbed the man nearest me right arm with my left hand spinning his torso
around to face me. Before he knew what was happening I had taken my stance. My
right foot in front of my left leaving my knees slightly bent with fist
tightly clenched. I quickly, turned at my waist, thrusting upward with my
knees exerting all the enegry and strength I could muster at the moment and
blew my iron clad bronzed fist into the mans belly, lifting his body slightly
off of the ground. His eyes bulged. His mouth flew open, discarding some of
the beer he consumed earlier. I had forgotten to step backward. I got sprayed
with what seems to be a bucket of beer. He quickly wrapped his arms around his
midsectionbefore his body hit the ground. Thinking back on that, I have to
admit it was a high for me. It had been awhile since I had the honor of using
my fist again. He was out cold. I ran over to the man who had the woman pinned
to the pole and grabbed him with my left arm by twisting my body around and
catching him in some what of a reverse choke hold ripping him away from the
woman. I almost broke his neck as his body turned toward me, which allowed me
to step back almost in the same position I was in with the first guy with the
exception I had my arms wrapped around this idiot's neck. I was really angry
as I rammed my fist over and over and over again in his tight belly. Each
punch weakened his belly. Each punch penetrated deeper into his poor gut as he
continued to dispel his lunch, dinner and beer. It not only splattered my
boots., most of it ran down the inside of my boot, pissing me off more than I
have been in a very long time. After, I released him he went to his knees then
his body dropped to the ground. I heard his friend shuffle to his feet. I
couldn't believe he had the nerve to charge me like a wild bull in a rodeo. He
was really asking to be knocked out. I stepped off to the side and turned my
wide muscular shoulders in his direction with my fist clutched plowing it into
his jaw. BAM! You could hear his jawbone collapse as my fist made contact with
the left side of his jaw. It was really funny watching his body sail through
the clearing head first, feet following through the air. He laid there
motionless. His friend had tried to run off. Poor thing didn't see my Bike. He
should have been looking in the direction he was running instead of back at
me. Needless to say he tripped over my bike knocking it to the ground. He
fumbled to get to his feet. I must admit the look the poor devil had on his
face was classic. I really wish I could have caught that on camera to show you
all.

In the meantime the woman had jumped the other fool using a stick on his head.
I had to pull her off of him. That is after I took out the repairs needed on
my bike from his friend. As I reached down and pulled him to his feet. He
cried for mercy. That word isn't in my vocabulary and hasn't been there since,
I discovered I had the talent to beat men to a bloody bulp! I used him as a
punching bag. I took him by the collar of his shirt and stood him up embedding
my knee into his pot belly and groin area until my knee began to ache. I knee
him so fast he didn't have the speed to protect his tummy and jewels as they
called them. I pulled him upward.