The Confrontation
by M.C.
Female police officer stops the heavyweight boxing champion for speeding


Sargent Susan Parker looked at her watch and smiled. It was almost 6:30 in the
evening, her shift was nearly over. It had been a quiet afternoon; only a few
minor traffic violations and a lost dog - which she eventually found. As the
pretty, young policewoman slowly drove her patrol car along Pacific Coast
Highway - not too far from Malibu Estates - Susan was lost in thought; so much
so that she didn't see the fast approaching headlights until it was almost too
late. So fast did the sleek Ferrari whizzed by her that Susan had to swerve
quickly to avoid a collision. " That was very, very close," she said to
herself, " that guy could have killed me." Susan immediately began to chase
after him but, as he was driving at more than 100 miles an hour, her chances
of catching him were slim. Fortunately, however, she knew a shortcut. Turning
off to a side road, Susan skillfully drove her patrol car through a mountain
pass that would cut several miles off the route. When she returned to the main
highway, she found herself only a few hundred yards ahead of the speeding
sportscar. Susan turned on the siren and flashing lights while driving in the
middle of the two - lane highway, thus forcing the driver of the rapidly
approaching car to jam on his brakes and eventually stop. As the slightly
perturbed policewoman got out of her patrol car, the Ferrari's door opened and
a very large, powerfully built and angry man got out.

"Just what in the hell are you trying to do there girlie, get me killed ? " he
yelled at her. " I could ask you the same question," Susan responded, her
anger slowly swelling up inside of her. " Do you have any idea how fast you
were driving ? " The giant of a man, who must have stood at least six feet
four inches tall and weighed over 240 well - muscled pounds glared down at the
five foot six inch, 150 pound woman and smugly asked, " sister, do you have
any idea just who I am ? " Susan looked up at him and said," yes, you're Jeff
Morgan, the heavyweight boxing champion of the world." He closed in on her and
continued, " that's right honey, so why don't you be a good little girl and
just continue on your way and we'll forget about this little ' incident '. You
don't want to mess with me, I know people in this city; important people. You
could be back on Broadway and Main street directing traffic if you don't do
the 'right' thing ." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He
drew two $100 bills out and flashed them in front of her. " Here you go
girlie, run along now and buy yourself something pretty."

Susan now found herself faced with a dilemma. She had always believed that no
one was above the law. Afterall even Richard Nixon, the President of the
United States, had been forced to resign because he engaged in illegal
activities. Equality before the law is one of the foundations on which a
democracy is built; Susan sincerely believed that. But she was not naive
either, she knew how things worked. Arresting Jeff Morgan could very well
create problems for her which might adversly affect her career; he was right
about that. He also knew people, important people - like the Mayor and the
police commissioner. But did that give him the right to drive at 100 miles an
hour, endangering lives - her own as well as others? There's something very
wrong with the system if that's the case. No one should be above the law; and
certainly not this pompous, conceited boxer. If she were to let him "off the
hook" what would that say about her and her values. As she stared up at the
large, arrogent man standing a few feet away from her Susan thought to
herself.....what's a girl to do?

Susan slowly walked back to her patrol car and removed her hat, letting her
long, beautiful blond hair fall down below her shoulders. She also removed her
gunbelt and nightstick placing them on the front seat next to her hat.
Finally, she took off her badge while Jeff looked on.......perplexed. When she
began to slowly roll up the sleeves of her shirt, he began to howl with
laughter. " Have you lost your mind girlie? Surely you don't intend to fight
me...do you ? " Susan finished rolling up her sleeves. She took out a rubber
band from her pocket and tied her hair back into a long ponytail. Then turning
back towards Jeff Morgan she said in a calm and relaxed voice, " what I intend
to do, Mr. Morgan, is teach you respect for the law." Jeff Morgan, the
undefeated heavyweight boxing champion of the world, smiled smugly and then
began to remove his jacket. "Very well then girlie, have it your way. Although
I don't give private boxing lessons, this should be fun."

The scene was bizarre to say the least. It was a deserted part of the highway,
there were only the two of them - the tough, macho boxer and the pretty young
policewoman. As they prepared to go at each other Susan comely said," it's not
too late to change your mind, Mr. Morgan. I'm sure the judge will let you off
with just a minor fine, something that for you is probably just pocket change
anyway." The arrogent smile on Jeff 's face told her that he had no intention
of complying." Very well then, Mr. Morgan, have it your way. But I warn you, I
won't take it easy on you just because you're a man." She had a very strange
smile on her face when she said that. " Ooooh, I 'm so afraid of the tough
little policegirl," Jeff said sarcastically as he put up his fists and began
to approach her. " All right honey, let's see what you've got."

As they circled each other, Susan suddenly shot out a lightning quick left jab
to Jeff 's jaw that surprised him - both with it's speed and power. He wasn't
expecting a much smaller opponent - and a woman at that - to be able to throw
such a punch. Before he had time to make an adjustment in his strategy, she
hit him with several more very quick jabs of equal strength. To make matters
worse, she began to giggle," come on Mr. Morgan, surely you can block the
punches of a little girl like me, tee, hee, hee." Angered, he threw a wild
right hook which Susan easily ducked under. She then connected with several
more blinding fast punches to his mid- section before quickly darting away. "
You'll have to be faster than that to catch me, Mr. Morgan," she teased.
Stunned by her speed as well as her surprising strength, Jeff decided to stop
fooling around and teach this girl a lesson." All right girlie, if it's a
fight you want, then it's a fight you'll get. Let's get it on !!! "

Susan danced around on her toes as the large man tried to close in on her.
Years of martial arts training in a variety of different techniques had
toughened her hands to the point of making them rock hard; she could shatter
bricks with them. She also had cat - like reflexes. What's more, she had
learned how to master her inner strength - the chi - the power that resides
within her. And Susan had also been in more than her share of fights. In her
years as a police officer, she had many confrontations with much larger men
and she always prevailed. Susan had also won the State law enforcement's open
martial arts competition three years in a row. But would she be able to stand
up to the heavyweight boxing champion of the world in a fair fight ? That,
Susan was determined to find out.

Jeff threw several jabs of his own as he closed in on her but Susan skillfully
blocked them. She knew her opening attack had angered him and felt if she
could avoid getting hit, he would eventually make mistakes that she could take
advantage of. After several more of his jabs were blocked, Susan suddenly
attacked with two more blinding fast jabs of her own and followed it up with a
solid right cross to his nose; snapping his head back. " Gee Mr. Morgan, let
me know if I'm hitting you too hard, I don't want this to end too soon, tee,
hee, hee." Her teasing, combined with the fact that he was being outboxed, was
beginning to infuriate him. He angerly began throwing wild punches, which the
smaller - but muck quicker - woman was easily able to avoid. She gracefully
danced from side to side, never giving him an easy target to strik at. After a
huge haymaker struck nothing but air, Susan darted in and fired a series of
rights and lefts into Jeff 's unprotected stomach. She darted out again before
he could counterattack. " I guess I chose the wrong profession; I should have
been a boxer," Susan giggled.

Around and around Susan gracefully danced, skillfully avoiding Jeff 's
punches. Whenever the opportunity presented itself, she would strike with
lightning speed and, as the fight wore on, her small but rock hard fists began
to take their toll. After several minutes Susan had given the undefeated
heavyweight boxing champion a black eye, a bloody nose and a swollen lip;
while she hadn't even been hit once. The smug look and arrogance that
characrerized his attitude eariler had long since melted away. Now Jeff had a
look of anger and fierce determination. Her constant teasing, combined with
his inability to hit her was clouding Jeff 's judgement. The angrier he got
the more careless he became. The more careless he became, the easier it was
for Susan to land her blows; blows that began to have a devastating effect as
she continued to land more and more. Because there were no breaks in this
fight, nor an experienced manager in his corner to give him advice, Jeff was
unable to adjust his style to meet the onslaught of Susan's relentless
attacks. " You should try to protect your face honey," Susan teased after
landing several solid rights and lefts to his head. Instinctivly he did just
that, only to recieve several more blows to his mid - section." Of course,
that only makes it easier for me to hit your tummy, tee, hee, hee." Had anyone
been watching this surreal scene they would, no doubt, have been stunned at
what they were witnessing; The huge, heavyweight boxing champion of the world
was getting his ass kicked in by a much smaller woman who never stopped
laughing and teasing him.

Susan's confidence continued to grow as Jeff 's ebbed. She sensed her opponent
was weakening and became more and more aggressive. Jeff 's anger changed to
something he had never felt in a fight before. It was written all over his
face...FEAR. Susan had seen this look many times before. The look she sees
when her opponent realizes that she's the superior fighter and that he's going
to get beaten up. It was a look she loved to see in her opponents; because it
meant that their will was being broken and total defeat was not far off. The
mighty Jeff Morgan was now reduced to just trying to protect himself and
rarely even threw a punch anymore. Never - in all his years of boxing - had he
faced such a relentless assult as he was now being subjected to by this pretty
policewoman. She was - to put it simply - giving him the beating of his life,
and enjoying every minute of it." Poor baby, is the little girlie too tough
for the big, bad heavyweight champ ? ", she giggled remembering his taunts
earlier; before their fight began. Her punches seemed to come from five
different directions at once and he was powerless to stop them." I must admit
though, you make a much better punching bag than the ones I use in the gym,
tee, hee, hee." Susan now had Jeff backed up against the hood of his expensive
Ferrari and was pounding him at will with her fists. He had one eye closed,
was bleeding from the nose and lips, and probably had a hundred welts and
bruises all over his body. Had there have been a referee there the fight would
have been stopped. Unfortunately for Jeff, there was only Susan; and he was at
her mercy. After pounding the helpless man for a few more minutes, Susan
decided he had had enough. Only his car was keeping him on his feet now. His
powerful arms - the feared arms that had destroyed over forty opponents during
his career as a professional boxer - now hung uselessly at his sides. His face
was a bloody mess and he actually began to cry. Susan's pounding and her
constant teasing had broken him completely She grabbed Jeff by the collar of
his shirt and yanked him off the Ferrari's hood. She then dragged him a few
feet away from his car before letting let him go. He just stood there, a
battered and bloody mess, trying to remain on his feet. Susan then held her
fist a few inches from his nose and gave him a light tap. " Punch," she said
softly...and he collapsed in a heap on the ground. Putting one foot on his
chest, she raised up her hands and proclaimed," the winner and new undefeated
heavyweight boxing champion of the world...Susan Parker !!! " She then began
to laugh .

For a few moments, flush with the thrill of her victory, Susan entertained
visions of grandure. She had just beaten up the undefeated heavyweight boxing
champion of the world in a fair fight. She had reduced him from an arrogent ,
pompous man to a battered crybaby in just fifeteen minutes. She could - should
she so desire - probably beat him in the boxing ring also. She could be ' The
Champ '. The fame...the fortune, it was all hers for the taking. Susan looked
down at the battered, sobbing hulk of Jeff Morgan...he could be just the first
of many. Another girl might have taken that road, but not Susan; it was simply
not her style. She loved being a policewoman and the bright lights and glitter
had never held any appeal for her. She liked things just the way they were.
Susan sighed at the thought of what might have been, then stepped off Jeff and
slowly began to walk towards her patrol car. She took out her hairbrush,
returned to where Jeff lay, sat down on his chest and comely began to brush
her beautiful hair. " Well Mr. Morgan, it looks like our little fight is over.
Now, what am I going to do about you ? "

She smiled down at her battered opponent while she contemplated his fate.
Shocked at what had happened to him, Jeff Morgan could say nothing at all. He
just stared up in disbelief at the sexy policewoman who had just battered him
to pulp.When she finished brushing her hair, Susan leaned over and began to
brush Jeff 's. At length she said, " since this is your first offence, I'm
going to let you off easy. If you promise me you'll be a good boy from now,
obey the laws, and drive more carefully; I 'll let you off with just a
warning. I won't tell a soul about our little 'confrontation' either. It'll be
our little secret. You can tell everybody that the bruises you recieved came
when you were attacked by twenty men - and you fought them all off." Susan
paused and smiled before continuing." There is, however, one 'condition' that
I will insist on..... "

After Jeff agreed to Susan's terms - what other choice did he have - she got
up and extended her hand to him. Reluctantly, he took it and she yanked him to
his feet. Looking up at the battered man , Susan smiled," let that be a lesson
to you tough guy, don't speed on my turf. Because if I ever catch you speeding
here again - she made a fist and playfully punched him on his swollen jaw - I
won't go so easy on you." Battered, beaten and humiliated, Jeff could do
nothing more than eek out a meek, " yes officer." Susan led him to his
Ferrari, opened the door and helped him inside. As the stunned man turned on
the ignition, she leaned over the window and said, " don't forget my
condition, loverboy." The chastized and humbled boxer, fighting back his
tears, responded in a weak, low voice, " I won't forget." Susan laughed,"
Good, now drive safely, and no more speeding ! "

It was 8:00 p.m. The desk sargent looked up to see - as always - the smiling ,
pretty face of Susan Parker. " My shift is over; here's my log report."
Sargent Mallory glanced at Susan's report. " A lost dog I see." Susan giggled,
"Yes, but I found her, so all is well." Sargent Mallory smiled, " another
exciting workshift ?" Susan shrugged her shoulders," what can you do ? " As
she want off to shower and change her clothes, sargent Mallery couldn't help
but notice that Susan was singing. The old hand simply sighed and said to
himself, "oh, to be young again."

Susan Parker checked out of the police station. After a light dinner, she got
into her car and began to drive up Pacific Coast Highway until she came to the
exclusive community of Malibu Estates. She flashed her police badge to the
guard at the gate and he let her in. She drove on until she came to a very
large mansion at the end of a cul - de - sac. Susan got out of her car and
knocked on the door. A maid answered," yes, he's waiting for you in the gym; I
believe you'll need these." She handed Susan a pair of boxing gloves, then led
her through the mansion and downstairs into the gym where a boxing ring was
set up. In the middle of the ring stood a very large, muscular man. He
appeared to be rather badly beaten up; as if he had been attacked by an army.
Also, he was wearing absolutly nothing but a pair of boxing gloves. Susan
smiled at him as she stripped off her clothes. The maid helped her put on the
gloves and then left the two of them alone. " Well Mr. Morgan," Susan laughed
as she climbed into the ring - she was also naked except for her boxing gloves
- " are you ready for another boxing lesson ? "

Whether he was or not...he got one.