Late Night Beatdown
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Female governor teaches a perverted comedian a lesson in pain

Governor Selena Peterson was enjoying a relaxing evening in her living 
room, reading a mystery novel.  Her favorite moose head hung on the wall,
and the midnight sun was visible outside.

Suddenly, the phone rang.  She reached over and picked it up. "Hello?"

There was a pause as she listened, then she exploded, "He said WHAT?!"

She clenched her fists as she continued listening, then said in a cold
voice, "Arrange a flight to New York."

Selena hung up the phone, her elegant face red with anger.  The well-
known late-night talk show host and "comedian," Daniel Larson, had just
made some crude, disgusting comments about her 14-year-old daughter in
his "comedy" monologue, broadcast to millions of viewers.  He had called
her a prostitute and talked about her getting fucked by older men.

"Disgusting.  What a fucking pervert, making sexual comments about young
girls," she thought. "He can make fun of me all he wants, but he needs to
leave my children out of it.  I'm going to have to teach that bastard a
lesson he'll never forget." 

Selena went upstairs to give goodbye kisses to her husband and children.  
She wrote a quick note and left it on the dining room table, then grabbed
a small travel bag that she always kept packed and ready and hurried out
the door.

* * *

NEW YORK CITY, ONE NIGHT LATER

Daniel Larson, whistling happily, walked out of the studio building, 
accompanied by two large bodyguards.  The slimy comedian was both 
unattractive and unintelligent.  He had risen to fame and fortune due to
his connections.  Despite his stupidity and irritating personality, he
had many adoring fans, people who were perhaps even dumber than he was.
People who only knew what they saw on TV.

He was certainly enjoying the good life, he thought.  Just tell a few
lame jokes and "interview" vapid celebrities, asking them cliched
questions...and get paid millions of dollars for it.  Yep, it was a sweet
life.

Larson and his bodyguards rounded a corner and suddenly came face to face
with a woman.  She was of average height and athletic-looking, with brown
hair pulled up in a bun.  She wore a white blouse, a black miniskirt, and
black knee-high boots.  Glasses framed her attractive face.

"Selena Peterson!" said Larson in surprise and alarm, remembering the
perverted comments he had made about her daughter last night.  He had
thought them hilarious at the time.  After all, he didn't have much in 
the areas of morals and character, being a former alcoholic and having an
illegitimate son.  Sex talk about underage girls didn't bother him in the
least.  Now, however, he had a very angry woman standing in front of him.

He relaxed as his bodyguards stepped forward.  Victor and Bruno were 
their names, and they were big, tough men.  

Selena glared right at Larson, ignoring the bodyguards. "You crossed a 
line with me," she growled. "Decent human beings don't make sexual
comments about children."

"Aw, come on," said Larson, using the same tone of voice he used with the
women he slept with when they didn't give him what he wanted (it was no
surprise that he slept around, as his wife was very horse-faced). "It was 
just a joke."

"That's no excuse!" snapped Selena. "You're a pervert.  And you targeted
MY daughter."

Larson, being an arrogant celebrity who was used to getting his way,
smirked, "What are you going to do about it?" It was easy for him to talk
tough, as he had two bodyguards right next to him, ready to do his 
bidding.

"I'm going to kick your ass," said Selena simply.

Larson laughed. "You and what army?" he snickered.  He turned to his
bodyguards. "Get her!"

Victor and Bruno both charged Selena, thinking they could take her down
easily.  They were painfully mistaken.  In a lighting move, she reached
out and grabbed their heads, bashing them together.  As they stumbled
around dizzily, she kicked Victor in the chest, knocking him into the 
wall.  Turning on Bruno, she punched him in the jaw, then grabbed him by
the neck and brutally headbutted him, knocking him to the ground.

Victor came at her with an angry roar.  She gracefully pivoted and fired
a side kick into his gut, stopping his charge and causing him to double
over with an 'oof.' Her next move, a cheerleader kick to his face, both
straighted him out and knocked him into the wall again.  She walked over
to him and punched him in the face about ten times, then knocked him out
with a powerful uppercut.

Suddenly, Bruno grabbed her from behind.  Larson, who had been watching
the sexy female governor kick his bodyguards' asses with impunity, 
grinned evilly.  Now he had her.  Larson began thinking about what he
would do once Bruno had her subdued.  The sleazy talk-show host wanted 
to beat her while she was helpless and then maybe move on to some breast
fondling.

It was not to be, however.  Selena stomped down hard on Bruno's foot with
her fashionable black boot, causing him to loosen his grip with a howl of
pain.  She wiggled free and drove her elbow back into his solar plexus.
Whirling around, she smiled as she saw that he was holding his stomach 
and groaning.  Preparing her leg, she performed a powerful roundhouse 
kick to the side of his head.  Bruno fell to the ground, unconscious.

Larson's mouth dropped open in shock and fear.  How could this petite
brunette female beat his big, tough bodyguards up so easily? There was 
only one thing left for him to do.  He turned and ran like the coward he
was.

Unfortunately for him, Selena was much faster.  She chased after him and,
when she was at the perfect distance, launched a flying kick that knocked
him to the grass.

Larson stumbled to his feet.  Selena approached him in a fighting stance,
fists raised. "I'll teach you to pick on a little girl," she hissed.

Larson swung a punch at her face.  She sidestepped it easily and stung
his cheek with a quick jab.  He swore and swung another punch, which she
blocked with her toned forearm.  As he attempted a third swing, she
suddenly grabbed his arm and twisted it hard.  She kneed him in the
stomach.  Releasing him, she slammed her right fist into his left eye,
blackening it.  Her left fist smashed into his nose, breaking it and
releasing blood.  She stepped back slightly to position herself at the
perfect distance, then fired an extremely powerful high kick to his face,
loosening some of his teeth and knocking him to the ground. "That ugly
gap between your teeth needed to be fixed anyway," she taunted him.

Selena kicked him viciously in the side as he was down, cracking one of
his ribs. "Get up, you pussy," she sneered. "Is a GIRL too tough for you
to handle? Looks like you're not so tough now, without your bodyguards."

Larson, his body in extreme pain, got up and glared at his opponent.
"Cunt," he snarled.  He lowered his head like a bull and charged right at
her.

Selena calmly pivoted and did a fast but very powerful side kick.  Larson
ran right into her outstretched leg, the heel of her big black boot
impacting his forehead.  As he stood stunned, she performed a cartwheel,
her boots slamming into his head one after the other.  Her sexy black
panties were briefly visible as she flipped.

"This is for my daughter," said Selena.  With that, she kicked him in the
groin as hard as she could.  Larson screamed like a girl and fell to the
grass, clutching his injured family jewels.  She leapt on top of him and
began punching him in the face.  Blood flowed freely as she brutalized 
him.  After working him over thoroughly, she finally stood up, her fists
covered with his blood.  Her opponent was moaning in pain, semiconscious.

"And this is for me," she finished.  She grabbed him by the hair and 
lifted his head up, then drove her knee right into his face.  Drops of
blood spattered on her boots, her short skirt, and her muscular thighs.
Larson fell to the ground, knocked out cold.

Selena smiled with satisfaction.  She bent over Larson's unconscious form
and began removing his clothes, stripping him completely naked.  She then
took out her cell phone and used its camera to take pictures of the nude
comedian.  After that, she composed a quick note.  It read:

"Mr. Larson

I took pictures of you while you were naked.  Resign from your show
immediately or I will post them on the Internet for the whole world to
see.  And don't you ever perv on my children again."

She stuck the note into the still-unconscious man's mouth, then walked
away from the scene in triumph.  She looked down at her miniskirt. "I'll
have to get the bloodstains cleaned off," she thought.

* * *

ONE NIGHT LATER

Selena and her family sat on the couch in their living room, watching the
evening news. "In a surprise development, late-night talk-show host Daniel
Larson has announced his resignation, effective immediately.  Experts and
think tanks are debating the reasoning behind this stunning decision.  We
now take you live to..."

Selena clicked off the TV.  The entire family smiled with satisfaction.
Daniel Larson would not be ruining the lives of any more young girls.

"Mommy, where did you go off to so suddenly last night?" asked Selena's
eight-year-old daughter.

"Oh, mommy had to take care of some important business," she responded.
She winked at her husband.  He stared and gave her a look of admiration.

THE END