Cathy : The Life of a Superwoman
by M.C.
The Story of an Extraordinary Girl


Cathy Thomas sat in her dressing room and brushed her long, beautiful blond
hair. As she would soon be performing before a packed house of over 15,000
people, she wanted to look her very best. The powerfully built, muscular woman
loved what she did for a living and would not trade it for anything else. It
was fun, very healthy, gave her a great sence of satisfaction and paid
extremely well. She also felt that, through her choosen profession, she was
making a very important statement about women's equality. Cathy stood up and
flexed her muscles. As she admired her physique - which came as the result of
years of hard work and intensive training - there was a knock on the door. "
Cathy, it's almost time ".

She opened the door and smiled at Rick, the only man she had ever loved. He
entered and they embraced, the feel of her powerful body against his never
failed to arouse him. " Later honey ", she said softly to him; " after I
finish working tonight ". He looked at her lovingly. " Do you want me to tie
your hair back in a ponytail or will you ' perform' like this tonight ? " She
knew her long hair, falling halfway down her back, excited him no end; " I
think I'll wear my hair like this tonight.... I'm in a sexy mood ". She
giggled, playfully tweeked his nose and then held out her hands to him. He
grabbed her pink boxing gloves and put them on over her hands. He then began
to lace them up. When he finished tying on the gloves, Cathy wacked them
together a few times to make sure they were on tight enough. Satisfied that
they were she began to shadow box in front of him. Her punches came within a
few inches of his face but Rick knew there was no way she would strike him.
Her hand speed and accuracy never ceased to amaze him however. After a couple
of minutes Cathy smiled at him and said," I'm ready, let's go." Arm - in - arm
they left her dressing room and headed towards the boxing arena.

Before entering Rick kissed her and said, " good luck ". She lightly tapped
him on the chin with her boxing glove and replied, " thanks, enjoy the show ".
He then let her enter first as it was really her domain; he would follow a few
feet behind. As Cathy entered the arena, the large crowd took notice. About
half of them were women who suddenly broke out into rapturous applause. She
was, afterall, their heroine. Cathy made her way down to the boxing ring and
climbed through the ropes .She smiled and waved to her adoring fans. Almost
unnoticed, Rick took his ringside seat next to her corner. After the applause
had died down, a well dressed man entered the ring with a microphone. " Ladies
and gentlemen, " he bellowed out, " it's now time for the main event ". He
pointed to the corner opposite of Cathy, " in this corner, at six foot four
and weighing 240 pounds, we have the challenger, unbeaten in 40 fights,
winning all by knockout, the one and only, slugger Jim Morgan !!! " The large,
powerfully built, very mean looking man stood up and flexed his huge muscles
as the men in the crowd cheered. " And in this corner, standing five foot ten
and weighing 180 pounds, we have the undefeated heavyweight champion of the
world, Cathy Thomas !!! " Again the women in the audience yelled . Cathy
acknowledged her fans with a wave and, looking over at Rick, a wink.

For the first time Cathy eyed her opponent. He was big all right, but she had
fought larger. The fact that he was undefeated didn't seem to bother her too
much as all of his opponents were men. Ever since she had won the heavyweight
boxing title, two years before, the powers that be were looking for a "great
male hope" to regain the title they they felt rightfully belonged to their
gender. But every man they had sent out to face her ended up the same way,
battered and beaten by this georgous blond superwoman. Now, they thought, they
had found their man; a tough, rock hard pugulist who claimed never to have
lost a fight in his life. Cathy had lost count of the number of men they sent
out against her since she won the title; was this the 15th...or the 20th ? It
really didn't matter. She enjoyed boxing so much. Her only fear was that she
would run out of men to fight - although given their machismo, and the affront
they felt that a woman was the heavy- weight boxing champion - that didn't
seem likely anytime soon. The bell for the first round rang and, with a
serenity that only supreme confidence can give you, she calmly strode out to
meet the mighty Jim Morgan.

As they met in the center of the ring Jim glared down at the smaller woman.
Dressed in a sexy, leopard skin bikini with her long hair flowing down her
back, she was an insult to everything he thought boxing stood for - strength,
power and maculinity. He felt he had to put her in her place, his gender was
counting on him. Cathy just smiled up at him. How many times had she seen this
? Tough, macho man ; determined to prove that the male of the species is the
stronger, that women are the weaker sex. Haven't they learned anything over
the past two years ? Well she shouldn't complain though ; it's this outdated
myth that keeps supplying her with a steady stream of opponents. Still, she
couldn't help releasing a somewhat pathetic sigh," well Mr. tough guy " she
said comely, " are you ready to get it on ? "

Jim Morgan attacked her with a series of powerful punches that few men could
have withstood. Cathy, however, easily avoided his blows by ducking or
sidestepping them. Every once in awhile, when he would leave himself open, she
would fire off a lightning quick jab to his face or midsection, but mostly she
was content to fight on the defensive for the time being. She enjoyed this
type of cat - and - mouse game; allowing her opponent to attack while she
patiently waited for openings. She was in no hurry; afterall, the crowd paid
good money to see a show, so why not give them one. For the entire three
minutes of the first round, Cathy grace- fully danced around while Jim tried,
in vain, to land even one single blow. Frustrated, after the bell to end the
first round sounded, he threw a wild punch at her. Cathy raised up her arm and
blocked it in mid - air. " Now, now big boy, if you don't fight fair, I 'm
going to have to teach you a lesson ", she teased. Rick placed a stool in her
corner and she sat down. " Well honey, enjoying it so far ? " " I always enjoy
watching you box...you know that". She took her glove and brushed it on top of
his head," you're sweet ". As they exchanged loving glances, the bell to begin
the second round rang out.

As with the first round, the larger man charged her and attempted to land his
mighty punches. As with the first round, Cathy was content to simply try to
block or avoid them. Only occasionally would she strike back with a jab. She
began to tease him though. After a wild haymaker missed her by six inches,
Cathy giggled and remarked, " boy, I'll bet they felt the wind from that one
way back in the last row, tee, hee, hee ". And after a furious series of
punches - all of which Cathy blocked - she smiled up at him and said, " Oh
come on big boy, surely you can do better than that ". As intended, this
tactic infuriated Jim into trying even harder, but nothing he tried had any
success; Cathy was simply much too quick and agile for him. Just before the
end of the second round, Cathy fired off ten punches in rapid succession at
his face, all of which connected. Jim's nose began to bleed and there was a
slight swelling under his right eye. Stunned, he returned to his corner where
his trainer began to work on him. Instead of sitting down, Cathy spent the
break in between rounds signing autographs for her many fans. She knew she had
become a role model for many young girls who, instead of wanting to become
secretaries or nurses, now wanted to become boxers.

By the start of the third round, the arrogance that Jim had shown in the first
two was gone. Gone was that smug look of male superiority. Now it was replaced
by something else...fear. Fear that this beautiful woman could beat the crap
out of him. Fear that she would give him the beating of his life, that she
would humiliate him as she had so many others. After two rounds of furious
fighting he hadn't landed one single punch. She seemed to be toying with him,
easily avoiding his blows, while hitting him whenever she wanted too. As he
became more cautious Cathy became more aggresive. She began to throw more
punches, lightning fast jabs mostly which he found almost impossible to stop.
Her punches had a surprisingly strong sting , where does her strength come
from ? She began bully him around the boxing ring in a way nobody ever had
done before. She began to take complete control....

As Rick watched the love of his life begin to batter yet another powerful man, 
he couldn't help thinking back seven years to that fateful day when he and
Cathy met; they were just 15 years old. He had seen her a few days earlier,
when she and her family moved into the house across the street. He hadn't
really paid too much attention to her then but he did notice that she was
beautiful - which presented him with a problem. He knew that only the popular
boys, the jocks, got the pretty girls in school and he was neither. He knew
that, even if he did introduce himself to her, it wouldn't be long before some
athlete would take her away from him - it had happened before, why risk
getting hurt again. He knew he was just a ' regular guy ' and girls like Cathy
don't go for regular guys. Rick didn't see the point of even trying to get to
know her.

At the Jr. high school Rick attended, there was a gang of tough boys that
always extorted money from the weaker ones. They demanded their lunch money
and woe to the boy who didn't hand it over. If you complained to the teachers,
then sooner or later, one - or several - of these boys would catch you alone
and beat the shit out of you. Rick had been beaten up several times already.
On this particular day, Rick didn't have any money with him when three of the
largest boys demanded their ' payment ' . " Well then, it looks like we're
going to have to take it out on your hide, wimp ", one of them said. Rick
began to run but the bullies cornered him against a fence. As they were
converging on him they heard a voice coming from behind. " Three against one,
that doesn't seem very fair to me ",...it was Cathy. The three large boys
turned around and one of them said, " this isn't any of your business so get
the hell out of here ". To their surprise Cathy just smiled and said," my, my
such language. If you boys apologise to me and promise to leave Rick alone, I'
ll let you off with a warning ". The three boys looked at each other and began
to laugh. " And if we don't ? ", another asked. " Then I guess I'm going to
have to beat you up", she answered comely. Rick couldn't believe his ears. Was
this girl, perhaps 120 pounds, really going to take on three of the toughest
boys in school...for him ? He didn't have long to wait for an answer. As the
bullys began to approach her, she suddenly attacked them. With a speed that
none of them had ever encountered before, she hit them with her small but
surprisingly powerful fists. She moved so quickly, and hit so hard, that in
less than five minutes all three boys were on the ground, sobbing. Cathy then
grabbed the largest of the three firmly by the hair and started to slap him
hard across the face until he begged her to stop. " Do you promise to leave
Rick alone from now on ? " she demanded. " Yes ", he said, in tears. " If I
ever catch you or any of your friends bothering Rick again, then I'm going to
take the whole lot of you across my knee and paddle your bottoms raw in front
of the whole school, is that clear ? " Needless to say, it was. Cathy then
forced them to apologise to Rick before letting them go. When the humiliated
ex - bullies ran off, this new wondergirl comely walked up to Rick and said,
in a voice as natural as can be, " Hello Rick, my name is Cathy; I believe
we're neighbors ".

The bell ending the third round sounded. Cathy had backed Jim into the corner
and was playfully punching him at her leisure. She wasn't hitting him too
hard, she was having too much fun to want the fight to end so soon. She smiled
at him and in her cutest voice said, " rest up sweetie pie, tee, hee ". Jim
staggered over to his corner where his handlers began trying to stop the
bleeding from his nose and the swelling around his eyes. Cathy sat down on her
stool and said, " Rick honey, could you please hand me my hairbrush ? " The
scene had a look of surealism about it. In one corner sat the mighty Jim
Morgan - the great male hope. Bloody nose, swollen eyes, a look of total
despair all over his face. His trainer was working hard to stop the bleeding
while his manager screamed out instructions as to what he should do to counter
Cathy's vastly superior boxing ability; as if it really mattered. On the
opposite side sat Cathy, not a mark on her, comely brushing her beautiful
hair. She looked across the ring at Jim and blew him a kiss. Then she turned
to Rick and asked, " do you remember the day when I told you that I was going
to be the heavyweight boxing champion of the world ? " Remember..... how could
he ever forget ? It was the greatest day of his life.

After she beat up the bullies, and ended their reign of terror at the school,
Cathy introduced herself to Rick. At first he was extremely nervous around
her, after all what would such a magnificant girl want with a wimp like him ?
She was so beautiful, so awesome. She sensed this in him but there was
something about Rick that she liked right away, she didn't know what it was
but she didn't give up on him. She persevered and, within a short peroid of
time, succeeded to break down his defences that he had put up to hide his lack
of self - confidence. Cathy and Rick soon became the very best of friends. He
liked her because she was, quite simply, an amazing girl. There seemed to be
nothing she couldn't do. Not only was she an incredible athlete, had a lovely
personality and was - of course - beautiful; but she was also kind and
compassionate. She liked him because he was honest, intelligent and didn't
have an ego that had to be stroked. It didn't matter to him that she was a
much better athlete than he was - she could beat him 6 - 0 , 6 - 0 in tennis
and he wouldn't have minded ( though she always did let him win a game or two
). He was easy to be around and she didn't have to pretend to be anything or
anyone other than who she was when she was with him. She never had a
relationship like that before. Usually, when a boy found out just how good an
athlete she was, his attitude would never be the same towards her - it would
ruin the relationship; but Rick was different. In high school, she was the
star athlete in every sport they allowed girls to play in. She was so much
better than the other girls that by the end of her junior year, she was bored.
She' d already led her team to the State basketball title two years in a row
as well as swimming, track & field and tennis. She held just about every
woman's record for running, jumping, shot put, discuss, etc. For her senior
year she looked for a greater challenge...she wanted to play on the boy's
football team.

At first the coach laughed when he heard about it. But when the principal, Ms.
Jones, reminded him that his team had only won three games in the last two
years - and if they didn't improve this year he'd be looking for a new job -
he agreed to give Cathy a tryout ; what did he have to lose. But he was
determined to make it as difficult as possible for her. He told his ' boys '
not to go easy on her because she was a girl. By now Cathy had grown to her
full height. At five foot ten inches tall and weighing 160 pounds she was
still dwarfed by the much larger lineman, some of whom outweighed her by 100
pounds. The macho coach already stated that she would recieve no preferential
treatment because of her gender - which is exactally the way she wanted it to
be. Because she came on late - due to the coaches reluctance to even give her
a tryout - she wasn't even issued a uniform; Cathy would tryout in a
sweatshirt and shorts. Rick kissed her for good luck before taking a seat in
the grandstand. Though he knew she was an excellent athlete, he couldn't help
feeling apprehensive as he watched his beautiful girlfriend standing there
among the giant football players. He also knew - as did Cathy - that a lot of
the boys didn't want a girl on their team and would try to make it as
difficult as possible for her. He discussed this with her before the tryout
but she simply smiled and said," don't worry honey, it'll be O.K.; I've been
working out you know ". She flexed her 17 inch bicept for him before heading
out onto the field.

Rick was right to be worried, many of the boys did not want her on the team;
and none moreso than Bill Walker, the team's star fullback. He was determined
to make it so rough on her that she would " leave the field crying ", he
boasted. The coach divided his team into two squads, offence and defence.
Cathy was put in the middle linebackers position on defence, where she was
sure to see a lot of action. On the very first play, Bill Walker, the arrogent
210 pound fullback, took the football and charged right at Cathy. There was a
loud " CRACK " heard throughout the stadium. Rick in the stands as well as all
the football players stood in amazement. Cathy was standing there smiling with
her hands on her hips. Bill was lying flat or his back...stunned. She helped
him up and said with a giggle," gee that was fun. I think I'm going to like
playing football tee, hee, hee ". Enraged, Bill returned to the huddle and
growled," give me the ball again, this time I'm going to smash her !!! " Once
again Bill took the ball and headed straight for Cathy. Once again she
flattened him. " Oh poor baby, maybe you should try running at someone else ".
The coach dropped his whistle and just stared. '' All right guys, give me some
blocking this time!!! ", Bill roared. This time he was led by two large
linemen, each weighing over 250 pounds. Cathy charged at them, pushed the
linemen aside with surprising ease, bent over and grabbed Bill around the
legs. She then lifted him up over her shoulder and carried him to where the
stunned coach stood. Cathy dropped the humiliated Bill Walker at his feet and
said, " I think Bill here needs a lesson in manners. If you can't teach him,
then I will ". Bill Walker, the teams's star fullback, left the field crying,
never to return. " What will I do now ? ", the coach asked, " he was our best
player ". "Not to worry coach ", Cathy said, " I ' ll replace him ".

And replace him she did. With Cathy at fullback and middle linebacker, the
team began to romp over their opponents. On offence she was unstoppable, on
defence she was like a brick wall. Scores of 49 -0 were not unusual as Cathy
led her team to one rout after another. The day that will be forever etched in
Rick's mind, however, was the homecoming game, when they played the defending
city champions. Cathy was elected homecoming queen and Rick was her escort.
Dressed in her evening gown she was beyond georgeous. And after the homecoming
ceremony was over she comely changed into her football uniform and demolished
the best team in the city. Cathy scored eight touchdowns and sacked the
opposing quarterback eleven times leading her team to a 56 - 0 victory. At the
homecoming/victory dance after the game Cathy, who, despite her great
achievements, never even looked at another boy , told Rick her secret desires.
One: that she and Rick would get married; and Two : she wanted to be the first
female heavyweight boxing champion of the world. After she graduated high
school, Cathy turned down dozens of football scholarships from major
universities to play football. Unstead, she devoted herself to training for
her ultimate goal, to win the heavyweight boxing title. To this end, she began
a training regimen that could only be described as incredible. Weights,
running, boxing; ten, eleven, twelve hours a day she would train. Rick watched
in awe as Cathy turned herself from being a tremendous athlete into a
superwoman. After a year of unbelieveably hard work and training she was ready
to begin her quest.

The bell to begin the fourth round rang. Cathy handed her hairbrush back to
Rick, looked down and smiled. There was a large protrusion coming from his
pants. She knew that she was turning him on. " Be patient little man " , she
giggled, " first things first ". Cathy now turned her attention to the final
destruction of Jim Morgan. She wasn't a vicious or cruel person. In fact, away
from the boxing ring, she was as warm and friendly a person as you'd ever want
to meet. But she did have this ' thing ' about her, her opponents always had
to acknowledge her superiority. Whether it was schoolyard bullies, arrogent
football players or her boxing opponents; they all had to be broken. Nobody
would ever say that she won by some ' lucky ' punch. Before she knocked out
her opponent, he knew she was his superior. When she first began to box
professionally her opponents looked at her as something of a fluke. But after
she began pounding her male opponents into submission, her reputation grew; as
did her following. Women - as well as men - began to flock to her matches. And
as she easily battered one fighter after another, it was only a matter of time
before she would get her shot at the title. Although the controlling bodies of
the sport wanted no part of her, Cathy's successes made a championship fight
inevitable; the public demanded it.

Jim Morgan backed up as Cathy stalked him. His earlier confidence had long
since left him. Despite his much larger size and apparent strength, he was
scared, very scared." Come on loverboy ", Cathy teased; " I'm not quite
finished with you yet ". She backed him into the corner and began to pound the
helpless man with lefts and rights as the women in the crowd cheered her on.
Rick, swelled with pride as he watched his wife - to - be destroy yet another
macho man, thought back to that glorious night when she won the heavyweight
boxing crown. Rex Johnson was considered unbeatable. His strength and speed,
was considered second to none. But after five rounds, Cathy had battered him
to a pulp and was playfully teasing him. So complete was his humiliation that
he actually broke down and began to cry in the middle of the ring. Cathy felt
so bad about it , that she went to visit him in the hospital the next day to
apologise ( he retired from boxing soon afterward and is believed to be
running a hunting lodge somewhere in northern Montana now). Since then it's
become a very familiar scene but one Rick never tired of seeing - watching his
gorgeous girlfriend bring another macho man to his knees. Totally crushed by
the smaller woman, Jim Morgan begged her to stop." Do you admit my superiority
? " , she asked him. Head bowed, the humiliated man nodded. Cathy smiled,"
well then, pleasent dreams ". She reared back and landed a solid right cross
to his jaw which spun him around several times before he fell to the canvess,
unconscious, on his back.

Once again the well dressed man entered the ring. He held up Cathy's arm and
said in a loud voice, " The winner, once again, by a knockout in 2:35 of the
fourth round, and still undefeated heavyweight champion of the world...Cathy
Thomas !!! " She put one foot on Jim's massive chest and flexed her muscles
for the crowd; again they went wild. As the medics loaded the semi-conscious
Jim onto a streacher and were carrying him out of the ring - to a waiting
ambulance - Cathy couldn't resist one last dig. " I want to thank you for a
lovely workout, I really enjoyed it - tee, hee, hee ". So he would never
forget that it was a woman who had done this to him, she took her long,
beautiful blond hair and fluffed it in his face while she giggled. Jim Morgan
never fought professionally again. He was last seen mining for gold somewhere
in Alaska.

Rick entered the ring and embraced his magnificant girlfriend." Honey, you
were totally awesome...as usual ". Cathy squeezed him tightly, " thank you
Ricky ". She then bent over and lifted him up over her shoulder. Effortlessly,
she carried him out of the ring and up the asile towards her dressing room;
smiling and waving to her adoring fans as she went. Rick was smiling also, he
knew what she had in store for him. Another rough, tough macho man had been
totally destroyed by his superwoman. " Cathy, let's get married soon, I want
to be Mr. Rick Thomas. " Very well then " , she responded with a laugh, " but
first let's take care of our little ' friend ' here". Cathy gently stroked his
bulging penis as she carried him into her locker room, closed and locked the
door behind her.

Epilogue

Cathy and Rick were married soon afterwards. She continued her boxing career -
defeating every man that dared to challenge her - for the next 20 years. The
only time she took off was for maternity leave. When she reached the age of
forty Cathy decided it was time to hang up her pink gloves. With a record of
210 - 0 (all by knockouts) Cathy retired from the sport she had dominiated for
so long. A boxing tournament was held between all of the top contenders; the
winner would be Cathy's successor. Male chauvinists, hoping to finally return
the heavyweight crown to their gender, were soon to be disappointed however.
For the winner of the tournament, and the new heavyweight boxing champion of
the world, was none other than Cathy's 18 year - old daughter, Susan.