Janet, the Invincible Female Pugilist
by M.C.



The spectators all rose to their feet and stood in stunned silence as the
presiding doctor in the weekly 'tough man' competition entered the fight cage.
"Boy, she really hammered this one," he said as he quickly went over and knelt
beside large man lying spread-eagle on his back."I wish she'd learn to ease up
on them, it would make my job a lot easier." Hardly a sound could be heard in
the arena as he placed the smelling salts under the battered man's nose. For a
few seconds nothing happened. But when the badly beaten fighter began to stir,
a collective sigh of relief could be heard throughout the crowd.

The doctor motioned over to the side and four waiting attendants entered. In
what has become a weekly ritual for them, they hoisted the 275 pound man onto
a stretcher and began to carry him out of the cage. On the way, they passed by
a large, muscular but very attractive brunette. She held up her hand and the
attendants stopped dead in their tracks. The powerfully built woman leaned
over the stretcher, letting her long, beautiful brown hair fall down over the
semi-conscious fighter. She planted a kiss on his badly swollen cheek and
whispered softly,"nice try big boy, I really enjoyed this little fight of
ours. I'll gladly give you a rematch anytime you want...after you've recovered
that is." The terrified look on his face when she said this indicated that a
rematch would be very unlikely. As she watched the attendants struggle out of
the cage with their heavy load, the victorious woman smiled and said to
herself. "So you don't think a woman belongs in the fight cage do you? Well,
maybe now you'll think differently."

The women in the arena all began to cheer now - the college girls even
breaking out into a loud chorus of, "Girl Power! Girl Power!" Even many of the
men applauded; although not quite with the same enthusiasm. The female
warrior, never beaten in a 'tough man' competition, acknowledged their cheers
by waving to the crowd, blowing them kisses and flexing her awesome 19 inch
biceps. It had been another successful - as well as lucrative - night for the
21 year-old university senior. Another fight, another decisive victory over
yet another large, strong chauvinistic male opponent.

"Can't anybody beat this girl?" many of the men asked themselves as they
watched the beautiful woman triumphantly parade around the cage. Apparently
not. For in the three years that she has been fighting (beginning with her
freshman year when she was 18 years old) the muscular university co-ed has
beaten every man she'd faced in the cage. In fact, few had even come close to
defeating this Amazon in hand-to-hand combat. It didn't seem to matter how
large, strong, tough, or skilled her opponent was, she would always leave them
battered and beaten. University football players, boxers, wrestlers, and even
martial arts experts; they all fell before her mighty fists.

Why? Put simply: because Janet Henderson loves to fight - she always has and
probably always will. Not only was the six foot-two inch, 215 pound Amazon
incredibly strong, but she was amazingly fast and tough. Fifteen years of
martial arts training made her as quick as a cat with hands and feet as hard
as granite. And seven years of intensive weight lifting gave her punches the
power to send even the toughest man to his knees. Janet could shake off a
punch from the strongest of men and dish out punishment that none of her
opponents had yet been able to withstand.

Early in her life Janet discovered something about herself that other girls
might find unusual...she loved to fight against boys. Starting first with her
older brothers (whom she'd regularly pound until her parents put a stop to it)
then the higher ranked boys in her karate class to schoolyard bullies, the
young, tough girl just loved to 'mix it up' with members of the opposit sex.
Nothing gave her more satisfaction than to smash them into submission. In
fact, one of her fondest childhood memories was when, at the tender age of
ten, she challenged the toughest boy in her elementary school to a fight, beat
him up and sent him home crying.

But despite her powerful physique and fearsome reputation as a fighter, Janet
also has soft, sweet side to her. Because of her love for children, she
decided to major in special education so she can work with handicapped
youngsters. When you watch Janet laughing and playing around children, you'd
never suspect she could be such a fearsome fighter. But when she enters the
fight cage, she becomes a tiger. And because the large brunette is so good at
it, the strong, tough co-ed decided to wark her way through college by
entering local 'tough man' competitions. After all, how else can a girl earn
several thousand dollars a week for less than an hour's work? Answer: by
beating up big, strong macho guys every Saturday night while taking a cut of
the wagers her friends place on her.

At first it was pretty easy to arrange. The beautiful girl would issue a
challenge to some tough looking guy and her friends would cover all bets. But
as more and more men fell victum to Janet's vicious, rock- hard fists, the
odds against her became lower and the less their take. On the advice of a
friend, Janet would sometimes try to give the impression that she was actually
struggling against her opponent. But that would only work for a few rounds
after which her *killer instinct* reasserted itself and the tough woman would
then proceed to wipe the floor (sometimes literally) with her hapless
opponent. Like the incident that occurred two months earlier...

"I'm so sorry Edna," Janet told her unofficial business manager who also
happens to be both her college roomate and best friend, "I tried to restrain
myself like you told me to, I really did; but that mean brute (a 250 pound
starting lineman on the university's football team) called me a bitch... and
you know I don't take too kindly to that."

"Yes Janet, I know; but that was only after you began to humiliate him. I
mean, did you really have to start brushing your hair in-between rounds?
Practically the whole football team as well as his girlfriend came to watch
him fight tonight. Brushing your hair really made him look bad; especially as
his friends were trying to stop the bleeding from his nose and reduce the
swelling around his eyes at the time."

"Well my hair kept getting in my eyes. You try fighting a 250 pound football
player with your hair flying all over the place. It's not as easy as it looks
kiddo."

"I'm sure it isn't Janet. But you try getting good odds against you when
you're beating up a tough jock without even exerting yourself; that isn't easy
either. I could have probably gotten at least another $500 off the crowd
tonight if you'd have made it look like he was a serious challenge for you.
Calmly brushing your hair between rounds doesn't exactly give potential
betters that impression now does it? Haven't you ever heard of the word
'hustle'? And did you ever think of maybe using a headband? Or tying your hair
back in a ponytail? Do you want to make good money here Janet, or just look
pretty while you're bashing these guys around? And one more thing, if you keep
bashing them up like you did tonight we may soon find it difficult to get
opponents for you to fight...then what? Waiting on tables at Hooters?"

"Oh I wouldn't worry too much about that Edna (wink), I'm sure there will
always be a steady stream of rough, tough, macho guys willing to take on the
'little girl'; it's a male ego thing you know. And as far as bashing them
goes, I only bash the ones that deserve it, the ones that insult me; like the
guy tonight."

"Yea, you creamed him pretty good Janet. Lucky for him the football season's
over or else he'd be watching the next game from the sidelines."

"Hey, maybe some of his friends on the team will want to fight me now after
what I did to him tonight; you know, to avenge his defeat. Guys are big on the
revenge thing. How about if we issue a public challenge like: 'Pretty girl
challenges the football team'. That should get me some more opponents, don't
you think? I'll even fight two a week."

"And after you've beaten up the entire football team, then what?"

"Well, then there's the boxing team, the wrestling team, the karate team, the
track team... Speaking of the track team, I couldn't help but notice a good
looking shot putter practicing on the athletic field yesterday while I was
running my laps. I wouldn't mind bashing him around the ring for awhile
(giggles)."

"That would probably be Rex Hern. He finished third in the NCAA shot putt
finals last year and yes, he is a hunk. Would you like me to try and arrange a
fight against him?" The smile on her friend's beautiful face told Edna all she
needed to know. "O.K. Janet, I'll see what I can do."

Back to the Present.

The powerful and beautiful college girl entered her dressing room and smiled
at her boyfriend of six weeks."Please give me my after-fight massage Rexy,"
Janet said softly as she kissed him. She removed the shocking pink tank top
she always fights in and flexed her awesome biceps again,"but first give my
muscles a smooch." Rex Hern kissed and carressed her arms for a few minutes,
then began to rub her massive shoulders with his hands. "Oh yes, that feels
soooo good Rexy."

As the strong shot putter continued to massage her back, Edna entered the room
and placed a large wad of cash in front of the invincible female fighter.
"$2500, not bad for thirty minutes of *work* Janet. You really worked this guy
over pretty good, didn't you?"

"Well it serves him right for making those chauvanistic remarks about me
before the fight. And I hope I also taught those high rollers a lesson for
trying to slip a ringer in against me."

"How did you know he was the winner of last year's 'toughest man in the state'
contest? To me he looked like just another one of the countless opponents
you've beaten up over the past three years."

"I remember seeing his picture in the newspaper after he won the contest Edna
and I figured that it was only a matter of time before those gamblers would
try something like this; they've lost quite a bit betting against me.
By-the-way, how's the 'tough guy' doing?"

"They took him to the hospital for observation. I talked to the doctor and he
thinks he'll be O.K. You know something Janet, after the beating you gave him
tonight I guess the toughest *man* in the state is you now (giggles)."

"Only if my boyfriend agrees Edna; tee, hee, hee. A little bit lower now Rexy.
Yes, that's great. How's your jaw feeling honey?"

"It's much better Janet. I can almost chew normally on the left side of my
mouth now."

"I'm really sorry about that. I guess I got a little bit carried away the
night of our fight."

"Don't mention it. It was nice of you to come to the hospital and visit me
afterwards...and ask me out."

"Well, it was the least I could do after I broke your jaw." Janet made a fist
and playfully tapped Rex on the still swollen side of his face. "There
probably aren't too many guys that would have gone out with the girl that had
just beaten them up and sent them to the hospital; especially not macho guys
like you. You can stop massaging my back and begin brushing my hair now Rexy."
As he did so, Janet reached back and playfully began to fondle Rex's penis.
Then, turning towards Edna, she asked,"so who's up for next week?"

"I'm not sure yet Janet. After your *smashing* performance tonight, it might
be difficult to find anyone willing to face you. He was, after all, the
toughest man in the state."

"He still is...the toughest *man* that is; tee, hee, hee. What about the
football players? There must be a few I haven't fought yet."

"There are a few; but since you've already battered the largest and strongest
players on the team, the rest seem to have other plans (wink)."

"What about the boxers then?"

"Their coach won't allow any of them fight you after the pounding you gave the
heavyweight last month."

"Hmmm, that's too bad; I enjoyed punching him out. Wrestlers?"

"Ditto the wrestlers. I saw the superheavyweight you fought two weeks ago on
campus yesterday. He still walks with a slight limp. You might be too good for
your own good Janet."

(Sigh) "These guys. They like to talk tough but they're really all just a
bunch of wimps."

Rex's penis was now fully engorged. Knowing what was coming next, Edna decided
it was time to excuse herself. "I'll leave you two lovebirds alone. We'll
discuss this problem of ours at a more convenient time Janet. I might have a
few ideas."

"Great, I'd love to hear them." After Edna left, the mighty woman turned
around and smiled at her boyfriend. "Well honey, how would you like to make
love to the toughest *man* in the state?"

"Only if *she* promises to be gentle with me."

"She promises to be gentle with you...providing you satisfy her (wink)."

"Well, I'll do my best."

"That's good enough for me."

The powerful, invincible woman fighter bent down and effortlessly lifted her
230 pound boyfriend up over her shoulder. She carried him to the near-by cot
(a recent addition to her dressing room especially for this purpose) and
ploped him down onto the matress. "You've got thirty seconds to strip off all
your clothes Rexy, then I'm going to pounce on you." Fortunately, he managed
to do it in twenty-five.