The Clash of the Amazons 
by M.C.
My girlfriend's back and you're gonna be in trouble, hey-la hey-la my girlfriend's back


I suppose our high school is unusual in this respect. In most schools, if you
want to find out who the roughest, toughest kids are; you'd look to the
football players or wrestlers. We do have some tough ones of course; big and
strong guys. But I think what makes our high school unique is that here, the
two toughest students of all ... are girls. These aren't just any girls
though. These two are like real live Amazons.  I should know; one of them is
Cindy, my girlfriend.

Both Cindy and Terry are large, very powerfully built 17 year-old girls. They
both stand six feet - three inches tall and weigh around ( I must estimate
here as I've never had the courage to ask Cindy how much she weighs ) 220
solidly packed and muscular pounds. Both have a reputation for being fierce
fighters; Cindy when she has to be - Terry when she wants to be, which - in
Terry's case - is quite often. Such is the respect that the other students
have for them, that when they walk through the halls in school even the macho
football players stand to the side to let them pass. There, however, the
similarities  between them end.

Cindy is a statuesque blond. She likes to wear her long beautiful
hair straight down, almost to her waist and keeps it neatly brushed all of the
time. A superb athlete, she holds the state high school records for both the
javelin throw and shot put; her distances rival even those of her male
counterparts. She's the star center of the women's basketball team and, in
pick-up games against the men's team, sometimes puts them to shame. An honor
student  with a great personality, Cindy is - despite her size and strength -
one of the most popular girls in school; sometimes I wonder what she sees in
me.

Terry, on the other hand, is a tough biker girl. She drives to school in her
Harley-Davidson motorcycle and has been known to beat up anybody who dares to
touch it. She doesn't give a damn about her personal appearance, letting her
scraggly black hair do whatever it wants. She enjoys intimidating people, even
her teachers are afraid of her. The only one in school who isn't, is Cindy;
and therein lies the problem. Though they've never fought one another there
was a feeling that someday they would...and what a fight that would be.  Most
of the students at school had a secret desire to see these two awesome amazons
go at it. For her part, Cindy would have preferred to avoid such a
confrontation; she didn't seek trouble, just never avoided it when it
came. Terry actively sought it; indeed, she relished it.  Ironically, it was
me who, inadvertently, was the catalyst that set it all off.

It was Christmas vacation and we all had several weeks off from school. Cindy
and her family spent the holidays in New York with her relatives. I stayed at
home with my family. Towards the end of the vacation a friend of mine called
me up and asked," can this possibly be true ? "

" Can what possibly be true?" I asked, perplexed.

" I heard that you've been running around with Terry while Cindy was away.
Cindy's gonna kill you.You're toast, pal."

" That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard; who in the hell told you that? "

"That's the word that's been going around...it's been nice knowing you, Mike."

A few more calls in the same vein and I realized someone was spreading
rumors...but who, and why ? Even more importantly, what am I going to tell
Cindy when she returns from New York and hears the rumors ? My friend was
right about one thing...she's going to kill me, she certainly could. For the
next few days I didn't dare leave my house, pretending to be sick; but the
rumors persisted. As the date for Cindy's return approached, my anxiety level
increased.

I have known Cindy since she was twelve years old, ever since she moved onto
our block. Even then she was a big, tough, athletic girl who never shied away
from a challenge or a fight; boys or girls. I've never seen her lose one
either. For some reason though, she always had a soft spot for me. Being the
same age, we quickly became friends, and have been so ever since. Though no
slouch myself - I'm six feet two inches tall and weigh around 190 pounds - I'd
stand no chance whatsoever against Cindy in a fight. I honestly didn't know
what I was going to do.

The day Cindy got back she called me on the phone. I knew it was her but
didn't answer it. She then called my mom but I pretended to be asleep. The
same thing happened the next day. My anxiety level was increasing. Soon the
vacation would be over and I'd have to go back to school,  I couldn't avoid
Cindy forever. While I wrestled with these thoughts, there was a knock on my
bedroom door. " Come in mom," I said.

" I'm not your mother," a voice answered as the door opened," it's
me...Cindy."

My heart dropped as I stared at the majestic form of Cindy standing in the
doorway." I'm very disappointed in you, Mike...very disappointed." She began
to walk towards me, and I began to shake. I was sitting on my bed, trying to
look brave; failing miserably. Cindy sat down next to me and looked directly
into my eyes. " Cindy, I didn't do anything, honest. Someone's been spreading
these rumors about me, I don't know who it is or..." That's all I had a chance
to say before Cindy put her index finger against my lips, silencing me.

" That's not why I'm disappointed in you, Mike. We've known each other a for
long time now and you're my closest and most trusted friend. What disappoints
me is that you thought that I believed those nasty rumors that Terry's been
spreading about you. That's why you haven't been returning my calls; and
that's what hurts."

Looking up at the powerful girl sitting next to me it was hard to believe that
anything could possibly hurt her; she always seemed invincible. "Cindy, I'm
sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. It's just that I was afraid of
what you'd do to me. You're so big, so strong...please, I beg your
forgiveness."

Cindy put her powerful arms around me and began to squeeze. As she did so, she
pressed her lips up against mine. The force of her embrace pushed me backwards
until I lay on my back, with my Amazon girlfriend on top of me. If my parents
hadn't been right downstairs...well, you know what we'd be doing. This was the
longest, most erotic kiss of my life. When we were finished, Cindy looked down
at me and said in a soft, compassionate voice," Mike honey, you're the last
person who should be intimidated by me. You must know that I'd never hurt you.
You're the kindest, sweetest boy I've ever met." We embraced again. After
another long, passionate kiss, I looked up at her and asked, " what are you
going to do about Terry?" Cindy sighed." I guess it's about time Terry and I
settled this thing once and for all; this school just isn't big enough for the
two of us."

The Clash of the Amazons

It was Monday afternoon, the first day after the holiday vacation ended. The
gymnasium was packed with students; nobody wanted to miss this. In the middle
of the gym floor stood two large, powerfully built girls. They were facing
each other with stern looks on their faces. " Remember the stakes," Cindy
reminded Terry," the loser must transfer to a different school." Terry
smiled," I haven't forgotten. I sure as hell won't miss you, bitch! " The
niceties over, the two Amazons prepared for the battle of their lives.

Terry, not one to hold back, began attacking immediately. She threw a powerful
right hook that would have flattened any boy in school had it connected. But
this was Cindy and she ducked under the punch. Terry threw another; this one
glancing off the side of Cindy's face. She appeared unhurt though. Terry
continued to throw punches at Cindy, most of which were blocked or
sidestepped. Though not an experienced boxer, Cindy had very fast reflexes.
She was also tough enough to take Terry's punches, when one of them did
connect. As the two large girls circled each other, the crowd of students
began to cheer them on. Most of the support was for Cindy, Terry had very few
friends. After several more of Terry's punches missed, Cindy decided it was
time to counterattack.

She began to jab with her left hand. Terry, also not a boxer but a brawler,
wasn't too successful at blocking them. After hitting Terry with several good
jabs, Cindy threw a hard right cross which landed square on Terry's jaw;
knocking her down. She rose to her feet quickly and, angry as hell, began to
throw wild punches, screaming as she did. Cindy appeared to be calm and
relaxed as she withstood Terry's attack. A well conditioned athlete, Cindy
knew she could outlast Terry, who smoked cigarettes, and drank whiskey during
class breaks. After about a minute, Terry began to tire. Cindy then countered
with a few more solid punches to Terry's mid-section and followed that up with
a hard uppercut to the jaw. Once again, Terry found herself on her back. As
she was slowly getting up, Cindy looked over in my direction and blew me a
kiss.

Though Terry was obviously getting the worst of the fight, she was - by no
means - beaten. Fighting was as much a part of her life as breathing. The
product of an abusive father and an alcoholic mother, she learned - from an
early age - to be strong and independent. She was as tough as nails; growing
up as she did, she had to be. Cindy may have the advantage of stamina and
superior athletic ability, but Terry had the spirit of a warrior; a spirit
that would not admit defeat; at least not easily.

Rising again, Terry hurled herself at Cindy with a determination that bordered
on the fanatic. Her plan this time was to knock Cindy off her feet and wrestle
her. In this, at least, she was successful. Terry plowed into Cindy and they
both fell to the floor. But what Terry didn't count on was Cindy's strength
and speed. They got each other into headlocks and rolled around the floor,
struggling for position.  Slowly, Cindy's superior strength and stamina began
to tell. Terry was fighting for all she was worth but Cindy - the superbly
conditioned athlete - was too much for her. With almost the entire crowd
chanting her name;" Cindy, Cindy, Cindy," I felt a tremendous sense of pride
in her; feeling, once again, how lucky I was to have her for a girlfriend.

Facing certain defeat now, Terry began to get desperate. She reached down with
her free hand and dug her fingernails into Cindy's stomach; forcing her to
release Terry from her headlock. For the first time I heard Cindy yell out,"
why you bitch !, you'll pay for that." Both of them stood up with steel in
their eyes. This was it, the final showdown; and everybody knew it. As if on
cue, both Amazons charged forward, slamming their fists hard into their
opponent. No quarter was asked, none would be given. Though Terry got in some
good blows, Cindy got in more. As they flailed away at each other, Cindy began
to drive Terry back. Her punches seemed to have more power, and she was
connecting with much greater frequency. She soon had the Terry backed up
against the wall and was hammering her at will; Terry was reduced to just
trying to protect herself from Cindy's juggernaut. To make matters worse for
Terry, almost the entire student body started singing," Ding, dong the witch
is dead; which old witch? the wicked witch, ding, dong the wicked witch is
dead..."

Had there been a referee there he would have stopped the fight by now. But
there wasn't; this was a no holds barred fight to the finish. Terry was
bleeding from the nose and mouth, had at least one black eye and probably a
dozen welts and bruises all over her body. Cindy wasn't unscathed either;
there was some swelling around her jaw and a bruise above her eye. But clearly
Terry was getting the worst of it by far. A powerful left into Terry's gut
forced her to drop her arms. Cindy then reached out and grabbed her firmly by
her shirt. She cocked back her fist and said in a loud voice," this is for
trying to ruin my boyfriend's reputation."  WHAM !!! Cindy's right cross to
Terry's jaw sent her spinning around twice before she collapsed on her back.
Though still conscious, she was finished...it was over.

Everybody in the gymnasium was on their feet now, cheering and chanting ,"
Cindy, Cindy, Cindy..." Cindy stood over her battered opponent with her hands
on her hips and reminded Terry of their wager. " I'll expect you to have your
locker cleaned out and be gone by tomorrow afternoon." Beaten, humiliated and
friendless, Terry - the epitome of toughness -  began to cry. For the first
time since she knew her, Cindy began to feel sympathy for Terry. Leaning down,
Cindy whispered so that no one else could hear. " Terry, I'm sorry. It's
settled between us. I withdraw the terms of our wager; you don't have to leave
this school."

"No Cindy, I must go. That was the wager and you won; fair and square." Cindy
reached down and helped Terry to her feet. She then motioned for me to come
over. As I approached the two, Terry, with tears in her eyes, said to me,"
Mike, I'm sorry for spreading those rumors about you. It was wrong and I
apologize." Cindy and I walked Terry out of the gym and into the parking lot
where her motorcycle was parked. She  helped the beaten but still proud girl
on to the seat. For a few moments these two massive Amazons  simply stared at
each other. Then, to my surprise, Cindy reached into her pocket and took out a
tissue. She proceeded to wipe the tears away from Terry's eyes. " I hear
Fremont High is a pretty good school," she said," you should like it there."
They continued to gaze at each other a bit longer.Terry then started up her
Harley, drove out of the parking lot and into the street.

As we watched her disappear into the traffic I turned to Cindy," well, I hope
that's the last we'll see of her." For a minute Cindy was silent...pensive.
Finally, she looked at me and said," you know Mike, we should consider
ourselves very lucky; we both have parents who love and care for us. Who are
we to judge Terry?  That could just as easily have been you or me riding off.
Perhaps, if circumstances had been different, Terry and I could have been
friends...perhaps someday, we will be."  After a few more moments of quiet
thought, Cindy took me by the hand ," come honey, let's go home."

Epilogue

It was Friday night, the first school dance of the new year. As my band
prepared for our gig, I took to the microphone." Well as you all know by
now, the title of the toughest kid in school has been settled once and for
all." Cheers were heard throughout the auditorium - as I said earlier, Cindy
was one of the most popular girls in school. She stood up and flexed her
awesome muscles for the crowd." In honor of Cindy's triumph, I'd like to
dedicate the first song of the evening to her. Let's hit it boys."

My girlfriend's back and you're gonna be in trouble,
Hey-la, hey-la my girlfriend's back
When you see her comin', better cut out on the double,
Hey-la, hey la, my girlfriend's back
You been spreading lies that I was untrue,
Hey-la, hey-la my girlfriend's back
So look out now, cause she's coming after you,
Hey-la, hey-la my girlfriend's back
Hey, she knows what you been tryin'
And she knows that you been lyin'
She's been gone for such a long time,
Hey-la, hey-la my girlfriend'sback
Now she's back and things'll be fine,
Hey-la, hey la my girlfriend's back
You're gonna be sorry you were ever born,
Hey-la, hey-la my girlfriend's back
Cause she's kind of big and she's awful strong,
Hey-la, hey-la my girlfriend's back
Hey, she knows I wasn't cheatin'
Now, you're gonna get a beatin'
What made you think she'd believe all your lies?
Aah-ooh, aah-ooh
You're a big girl now but she'll cut you down to size
Aah-ooh
Wait and see!
My girlfriend's back, she's gonna save my reputation,
Hey-la, hey-la my girlfriend's back
If I were you, I'd take a permanent vacation,
Hey-la, hey-la my girlfriend's back...