Claudia cautiously stepped into the large room

After only a few minutes, which seemed a little like an eternity to Claudia, her opponent finally appeared. She was a woman who looked about the same age as Claudia, about 5'9", with long red hair hanging down to her shoulders. Her fair complexion was a contrast to Claudias olive skin, a result of her Italian descent. She wore a dark blue bikini, nothing fancy; but then again, it didnt need to be. She had a slim figure, but any observer could not overlook the muscle definition in her arms and legs nor the visible six-pack she had on her stomach muscles. She strode in the large room with the cavalier attitude of someone coming to a party rather than a foe that recently challenged Claudia and her best friend in combat.

Sorry for being a little bit late, but I just painted my nails, and I was waiting for them to dry, the redhead said, showing Claudia the blue nail polish she had on her fingernails and toenails. Like them?

So who are you? Claudia demanded.

Yes, youre right; its only fair that you should know who youre fighting. My name is Crimson, and I will be your opponent for this morning, the bikini-clad woman said, as she took a bow.

So if I fight you, and beat you, I get two thousand dollars?

Thats correct, Crimson said. As you can see, Im good for it. She made a sweeping gesture showing Claudia the house that the two were in. We do need to hurry, I plan on taking a swim after we finish.

Yesterday my friend Annie was supposed to fight you. Where is she?

Where is she? She lost, thats all you need to know for now. Right now, I would be more concerned about your welfare than someone Ive taken care of yesterday if I were you.

Claudia wasnt satisfied with the answer, but she figured she would get a better response once she beat it out of her. Well dont expect to get lucky a second time, she said.

Lucky, huh? Crimson laughed. Well to tell you the truth, you and your friend are only a warm-up, an appetizer before the main course. I had some new moves I wanted to try out, to give a test run before the main event. So far, Annie, and your other friend, uh, Anna, I believe, were good guinea pigs for the first two of my new techniques, and after I try my new stuff on you, I should be ready.

Claudia, whos not a stranger to trash talking, ignored the stinging remarks, and then realized that her friend Anna, who had her arm dislocated by Irena when she last fought, had been missing for a few days, and nobody knew where she went. Something didnt sound right.

What happened to Anna? Who else have you challenged? Claudia said.

Lets see, Crimson said, putting a finger to her lips in thought. Besides you and the other two I mentioned, theres - whats her name? Julie, yes, I knew I was missing somebody. Not much of a challenge really, more brawn than brain, she didnt take long at all. Kasey was a good one; she thought that just because she had big muscles, that meant she could fight. Poor deluded thing, no challenge at all. I tried to find the gym teacher, but shes off in Russia participating in some cage fights. Your leader Sheila, or should I say ex-leader, was rather elusive. She received an invitation, but she didnt respond. I guess shes afraid somebody else would find her. There were others, but nobody you know or need to be concerned about. As far as where Anna is, the answer is the same as Annie, she lost, and thats all.

And who is your main course, which you plan to try these new moves out on? Claudia said who was beginning to grow angry at Crimsons carefree attitude.

That would be a certain kickboxer and a particular auto mechanic. After I finish sparring with them, Ill take care of the mechanics assistant as well, but thatll be a little later, I havent dealt with too many grapplers.

You plan to take on Susan Davidson and Betty? Claudia asked.

Claudia was a little stunned. She personally has felt Bettys blows, and concerning Susan, she knew that even the roughest people she knew carried a healthy respect for the powerful kickboxer.

Well yes, of course, didnt I just say that? Now unless you have any more questions, I think its time to get started. You dont plan to fight in that heavy shirt, do you? Go ahead and make yourself comfortable.

Claudia pulled her rugby shirt off and started to get into her fighting stance. She didnt know who this crazy woman was, but after she beats her face in, and finds out where her friends are, maybe shell realize that she did her a favor by not leaving her in good shape to take on Betty and Susan.

Oh yes, let me go over the rules of this match, Crimson said. There are no rules, so youre free to do anything you wish. Now lets get started.

The two women started circling each other for a few moments, looking for the right time to attack. Claudia, who was always a strong believer in the tactic that a strong defense is a good offense, fired a few jabs toward Crimsons chest and low kicks aimed toward her thighs. Crimson dodged or blocked the punches and kicks with ease. In fact, it looked to Claudia like she was actually bored with the fight. This infuriated Claudia more, and she started pressing her attack more fiercely than before. The bikini-clad woman contented herself with blocking, parrying, or evading each blow, still looking like she had better things she could be doing.

Finally, Crimson went on the attack. After dismissing another volley of kicks and punches from Claudia, she swiveled and fired a left side kick into her solar plexus. Aside from knocking the wind out of her and bending her over, Claudia was stunned. Where did that kick come from? It was like it came out of nowhere.

While Claudia was still bent over, Crimson stepped over and swiftly raised her right foot high in the air to deliver an axe kick. Her bare right heel hit Claudia on the back between the shoulder blades. Despite the sudden blinding pain she received, Claudia was surprised to find she was still on her feet. However, before she tried to do anything, Crimson, using her left foot, delivered a foot sweep that landed her on her back. The impact of the fall plus the pain between her shoulder blades, made Claudia squirm in pain.

Look ma, no hands! Crimson said, laughing to herself as she saw her opponent fall. Your legs of steel were more like legs of rubber. Your style needs much more work.

Claudia replied by calling her a few choice words and giving her the finger while she tried to get up.

Now thats rude, Crimson said. I expected better manners than that from you.

Quickly, Crimson knelt by her, her right knee on her belly, while her left hand pinned down her left arm. The last thing Claudia saw while conscious was Crimson sitting over her, her right fist cocked and aimed toward her head.

Have a nice life, Claudia, Crimson said, if I decide to let you have one, that is.

Then she fired her fist, and after three bone-crushing blows, all was black.

*****

The next day, it was business as usual at Barefoot Bettys Auto Repair. Betty Conrad, the owner of the facility was a 5'7" mulatto woman with creamy brown skin who lived up to the name. She worked on cars the same way she did almost everything else - barefoot. Irena, her co-worker, a brunette at 5'5", who moved to the city from her hometown in Russia, also shared the same shoeless lifestyle. At first glance, their lack of shoes hit some people as strange, until they discover the two are virtuosos at car repair. And how can you scoff at a persons eccentricities when that person can fix your car better than most mechanics in town?

Betty had a powerful looking medium build, that being the product of working on cars since she was a child and working out on her Bowflex machine on a daily basis. While attending college to learn the business side of being a mechanic, she became involved in the martial art of Tae Kwon Do. Not long after she received her black belt, graduated college and opened her garage, it turned out her physical build, and fighting skills came in handy. Unexpectedly (and most unwanted), she received the title of being the toughest girl in town. On a semi-regular basis, she had to fight other women, men, and gangs who come by to challenge her. Despite the foes she defeated and the injuries she afflicted, they still kept coming.

Irena Brezhnev was a 55 brunette with the same build as Bettys. In fact, their backgrounds are almost similar. Irenas father was also a mechanic, where she developed her love and expertise with cars, Irena went to a university to obtain her business degree for the same reasons Betty did, to run a garage. The few differences were that Irena came from a city in Russia, and how she gained the funds to travel to the United States was to engage in her second love, fighting. A fighter all her life, Irena took her expertise in Combat Sambo, and engaged in Russias cage fights, a no-holds-barred competition between opponents of various fighting styles. From the time of her first fight to the title bout where she won her championship belt, she was undefeated. When one sees Irenas shoulder length brown hair, good looks, loose fitting clothes, and bubbly personality, most would never notice that underneath, she had a very muscular frame and was a very fierce fighter. In that, she had been very helpful to Betty, helping her fight the battles from groups who would issue a challenge.

The clock just hit closing time, and the two were making some final touches to a few cars that the owners left overnight to be fixed. Susan Davidson, a famed kickboxer dropped by to chat with them while they were finishing up. Susan was a blonde woman who stood at 6'0", and was one of the major contenders to win the Tri-State Championship in amateur kickboxing. Having a friendly personality, and very easy to approach, she became a favorite with friends, fans, and even her opponents when they werent fighting her. Her kickboxing style was powerful and deadly, earning respect from everyone involved in combat, from boxers to martial arts masters. Having graduated from college a semester ago, she decided to go into training for the title full-time, while her fianc### David Reynolds, who also graduated, interviewed with several accounting firms to start his career.

While the two mechanics were dressed in their standard coveralls, speckled with a few spots of grease and oil (and on Irenas outfit, a spot of mustard from lunch), Susan stood out wearing blue jeans, and a black hooded sweatshirt. Like the other two, Susan wasnt a big believer in footwear either, and was rolling a discarded spark plug on the garage floor with her bare toes while she told them about the latest news she heard while she worked out at the gym.

Claudia is back in the hospital again, Susan said. From what I heard, she was in there with a broken nose, a broken cheekbone, and a concussion.

Betty who just put the finishing touches on an alternator she installed rose up her hands. It wasnt me. I havent fought anyone since Sara that Xena wannbe came around a few weeks ago. I cant say with the life she leads that its a big surprise.

I cant argue with you there. I normally dont listen to the gossip that floats around the gym, but this was interesting. According to what is being said, she was dropped literally on the front steps of the emergency ward at the hospital.

Well thats considerate of them, Irena said. They beat her to a pulp, and then send her off for medical attention.

Susan put her right index finger to her forehead. Lets see, what else did they say? Oh yeah, they said she sounded a little delusional. She kept on saying over and over that her friends are gone, and that some redheaded chick got them.

Sounds like the pain killers theyre giving her are making her a little loopy. She probably popped off at some redhead in a bar and ended up biting off more than she could chew, Betty said, wiping her hands. Hey Susan, let me have that spark plug youre playing with there.

Susan grasped the spark plug between her two toes on her right foot, and tossed it to a surprised Betty, who caught it.

Neat trick, Susan; can you write your name with it too?

I dont know, Ill try that next time Im writing checks to pay bills.

Irena, who was finished installing rear brakes on another car, was looking around checking her handiwork. Who would send you to the hospital after beating you to a pulp? Usually, after people beat you, they leave you to your own devices.

I dont know, Irena, Susan said, but the story sounds just unusual enough to get your attention. Are you two expecting any other customers?

No, Betty said, looking in the same direction Susan was, but I would love to have the opportunity to get under the hood of that Hummer.

Id rather get behind the wheel, Irena said as they saw a well-dressed man in a black suit with a chauffeurs cap get out of the vehicle and walk toward the shop with a small briefcase. He was a Native American who stood around 6'0", and of a trim build. He smiled warmly as he addressed the women.

Good evening ladies, I have a few invitations for you, the man said as opened his briefcase and handed Betty and Irena a stationary-sized envelope. He turned and noticed Susan leaning against one of the cars.

Oh, and you must be Susan Davidson. I make it a point to watch your matches on Pay Per View whenever I get the chance. This is rather convenient, since you werent home or at the gym, I thought you might be hanging out here. Here you go, he said, handing Susan an envelope.

The three women were standing there, not knowing what to make of the sudden change in events. The man tipped his hat as he left.

You three have a good evening, he said as he left.

Well that was unexpected, Susan said as she watched him drive off. Lets open our in- She stopped when she saw Irena already tearing into her invitation.

If this is a party, I already know I dont have a thing to wear, Betty said as she opened her invitation.

After they opened their invitations and read them, they received their second surprise of the day.

Oh man, I dont believe this. Youve got to be kidding me, Betty said.

At least this is a more creative approach, Irena said. Strange, but creative.

Though she knew each one was basically the same, Susan couldnt help but look over at the other invitations to see if they said the same thing, which they did, except for the proposed time and date.

The invitation read like this:

Dear (name),

You are hereby invited to participate in no holds barred combat on (date). The winner will be determined by submission or knockout in a venue of my choosing. If victorious, the winner will receive two thousand dollars ($2,000) in cash.

To accept, please call (phone number) to confirm your appointment. Please call at least a day in advance.

Be seeing you . . .

Crimson.

Now Ive seen everything, Betty said. Im now getting formal invitations from people who want to beat me up.

Well dont feel too singled out, Susan said. I received an invitation too. As a matter of fact, my engagement is at an earlier date than yours.

My appointment is two weeks later than either of yours, Irena said. I dont know if I should be flattered or insulted.

Susan glanced at all three invitations again. At least were offered the same amount of money. Two thousand dollars is a lot just to fight somebody off the street, she said.

Betty looked over at the kickboxer. Are you going to accept? she asked.

I couldnt accept even if I wanted to. The association is starting to crack down on any unsanctioned fights the fighters get into. Im a little too far along now to get involved in any silly scraps for no reason. Im not losing my sponsorship over a challenge like this, even if it is for $2,000. Its not worth it.

Betty looked over at her employee. What about you, Irena? You like to fight, isnt this up your alley?

Irena gave her a stern look. Only a fool fights in a burning house, she said.

Whats that, an Old Russian proverb?

No, its a quote from a Klingon officer from Star Trek.

Oh really? Susan said. Which one?

The original series with Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock.

Sounds like someone have been watching a lot of TV since they came into this country, Betty said.

No, I watched the reruns when I was a kid back in Russia, Irena said. This isnt the only country that sees the show that boldly goes where no one has gone before.

Does this mean youre not accepting? Susan said.

Yes. I may like to fight, but only for a reason. I stopped fighting at the drop of a hat when I was in high school or college, I cant remember which, Irena said. Besides, William and I have a special date on that day.

You and Billy have a special date? Betty said, referring to her brothers standard name.

Yes, me and William have a special date. If you like, Ill be more than happy to give you the details.

Like most siblings, the thought of seeing her brother in a romantic situation seemed weird to Betty, and she rose up her hands and backed away. Thats quite all right, I got the point.

Susan smiled at Irenas mischievous look on her face, and turned to Betty. So what about you? Im just about outlawed from doing it, and Irena and William-I mean Billy have something planned. It looks like youre free on that day.

Betty looked at the two. I dont know this person; I dont know anything about this person and as for the money, as soon as I finish my latest project, two thousand dollars will be a mere drop in the bucket.

Latest project?

Yeah, some businessman wanted me to take this minivan and transform it into a state-of-the-art office on wheels. I easily put more than $2,000 into it adding a couple of high-tech toys. Just a couple more touches and then no sooner than I can say show me the money, other businessmen and women will get jealous and want one for their own.

So that explains where youve been lately. Irena, arent you working on that project too, you seem to have more free time lately.

Me, Im just restoring a couple of classic pickups, she said. I dont have that much time to transform a minivan into the Starship Enterprise. Still, this invitation reminds me of a story I read once. Lets see, what was it called? Oh yes, The Most Dangerous Game.

I never heard of it, Betty said, Has it been made into a movie?

Many times. Some of them are actually good. Its a classic book, Irena said.

Cant say Ive read it either. I might have seen one of the movies though, Susan said.

This is pitiful, Irena said. Im not even a native of this country, and Ive read more American classic literature than the two of you combined! Anyway, the story is about this man who fell from a ship and ended up on the shore of this island owned by a famous big game hunter. After hes nursed back to health, he has dinner with the big game hunter, who tells him that he has hunted down every big game animal known to man. Now he only hunts the ultimate game animal. Well, as you can guess, the man winds up being hunted as the prey in the game hunters next hunt.

How does it end?

Youll have to read it to find out, Im not going to spoil it for you, Irena said, grinning. You see, not only do I like to fight, I like to read too. You may want to try it sometime.

I do read, said Betty defensively. I just finished reading The Evolution of the Ford Mustang last night. The book had a lot of pictures along with the text, but she wasnt going to tell her that. Generally, if the subject of the book doesnt have anything to do with cars or driving or mechanics of any sort, Betty doesnt read it unless she has to.

Is there a good chase scene in it? Betty said. I love a good chase scene.

There is, but not with cars. Irena replied.

Oh.

I see what you mean, Irena, Susan said. This Crimson person invites us to a fight on his or her hunting ground. Interesting. Anyway, I majored in physical education, not a lot of room for the classics. But have you two noticed something?

Whats that?

Im sure the person who sent this didnt sent this to just anybody. What do we have in common? As the two mechanics looked down towards each others feet, Susan said, Besides that?

Oh. Well since it involves fighting, I can see where it would mention Betty and I, but then why would you be included? Irena said.

Wait a minute, I got it, Betty said. Everyone knows how great a kickboxer Susan is, and Im a black belt in Tae Kwon Do myself, and Irena is whatever the highest rank in Sambo is. So its safe to say that this person is targeting martial artists.

Expert martial artists, Susan said. If I wasnt one of the contenders for the Tri-Championship crown, I dont think I would receive this. Janelle and Loretta are out of town, so Ill check with Kim and Velvet to see if they got anything.

Betty sighed. Another day, another chance to whack someone across the head.

*****

The next day, Crimson was taking the last lap in her indoor swimming pool. She was wearing a black one-piece swimsuit and a black bathing cap. Her valet/personal assistant walked over by the poolside. Despite the warmth and humidity of the heated pool, he was still outfitted in a traditional butlers outfit, complete with a black bow tie. Shaking her head to herself, Crimson swam over to the side of the pool where he was.

John, she began, has there been any calls from anyone, especially the ones I sent invitations to?

No maam, he said.

John, you can call me by my name or you can call me Crimson, but you dont have to call me maam. For goodness sake, were the same age. That makes me feel old.

Yes maam.

Crimson sighed. Of course Im sure you sent the invitations to everyone.

Yes maam.

Crimson rose out of the pool. Im sure it was a lot of hard work too, having to track down the addresses of all those people.

Yes maam.

Crimson took her right index and stroked Johns left cheek after he handed her a towel. You know, if we got married, you wouldnt have to do all that work.

John halted for a moment before slowly sighing and speaking. Ms. Crimson, once again, I am not permitted to do such a thing. It violates-

The employer/employee boundaries, yes I know, Crimson interrupted. I can quote the bylaw word for word by now. I swear John, if you werent so professional about your job, Id I dont know. One of these days, Ill find a loophole in that rule, and you will have no choice but to give in. Anyway, have our guests arrived?

Yes, theyre waiting on the front lawn like you requested, John said as he took Crimsons swim cap.

She shook her head, allowing her red tresses to fall down on her shoulders. Do you have my attire handy? She asked.

Yes maam, John said, and turned around, picked up a small pile of clothes and handed it to her. The clothes consisted of a pair of gray sweatpants and a gray pullover hooded sweatshirt with a black crown of thorns design that ran across the front and back of the shirt. Along with the sweat outfit, there were a pair of low-rise white athletic socks and a pair of athletic shoes. After she dried herself off thoroughly, Crimson quickly pulled on the sweat outfit.

Are you sure youre dry enough? John said.

If Im not, I will be soon enough, Crimson said as she started to go.

Wait maam, you forgot your shoes.

No I didnt, I wont be needing them.

But maam, you havent wore any shoes in some time. Youll catch your death of cold.

Crimson laughed. See, I knew you cared. Now put those things down and follow me.

In the front courtyard, three men, two rough-looking six-footers and a 66 thin man, were standing around, waiting. Crimson greeted them cordially.

Good afternoon, gentlemen. I trust youve had a nice day so far, she said.

Yeah, yeah, we had a great morning. Look, were here because some guy invited us and promised us money if we can beat him up, one of the six-footers said.

Thats right, a thousand each if you accomplish that individually, four thousand if you do it together, Crimson said.

Well where is this guy? I want to get it over with and put him out of his misery, the other six-footer said. The other men laughed.

First things first. There are a few ground rules involved. Violation of these rules will result in no cash prize even if you win.

Look red, the man interrupted again, were not following any ground rules or any of that stuff until we know whats what. Now you tell this man to show himself, or is part of this game looking for him?

Youre looking at him, Crimson said, striking a pose.

You? I thought we were supposed to be taking on some Hercules-like dude or a kung fu master or something; not some redheaded chick. What can you do?

Crimson walked over to the man. You do look pretty strong. Flex your right arm for me, she said.

No problem, sweetheart, the man said as he pulled off his jacket and flexed his arm. If you dont want us to be so rough, we can come up with other arrangements.

As soon as the man flexed his arm, Crimson stabbed a knife-hand blow underneath his armpit. The man gasped when he felt the blow, and then gasped again when he realized he couldnt move his arm.

Now that I have everyones attention, here are the rules for this afternoon. Over to my right are these woods. What you are to do is to go into these woods and hide from me. Ill give you a five no ten-minute head start. That should be more than long enough for you to regain the use of your arm. After your ten minutes are up, I will go into these woods and hunt you down. You three can either confront me individually or together, I dont care which. The person or persons left standing will come back here and receive their money. John, hold up the checkbook.

John pulls out the checkbook and waves it in the air.

That was to show you that the winner will be paid, unless of course, its me. As it has been stated in the invitation, this is no-holds-barred, and whoever uses a weapon other than their person will be dealt a harsh penalty. Your ten minutes starts now, I suggest you use them wisely.

The men look at her for a moment, and then started trotting off towards the woods, the one man favoring his arm, trying to get some feeling back into it. Crimson shook her head and walked back to John, who was looking at his stopwatch.

You would figure theyd learn to not underestimate a woman considering what happened to them last time, Crimson said. Just for that, Ill give them a more brutal beating than last time, which will be hard to beat, since they were in the hospital a little while healing from when they were beaten last time.

What will you do when you run out of victims, maam? John asked.

I dont know. Im really wondering why I didnt get any response from the invitations I sent out, two of them in particular. I know I put the phone number correct and everything.

I cannot say, maam, all I can tell you is I did deliver the invitations.

The three women you sent invitations to, did they seem pretty nice?

Yes maam, considering they were rather surprised to receive them when I left.

Good. I may have to contact them to see whats going on. How are we doing?

A few minutes left. No, Im sorry, under a minute. Thirty seconds, fifteen, ten, now.

Finally. Ill be back in about twenty minutes. These men dont seem as bright as the last group, so I should be able to knock off ten minutes. Crimson started trotting towards the woods.

Good hunting, John called out after her.

One of the six-footers (the one who still had feeling in both his arms) instead of going deeper into the woods decided to hang around the first cluster of trees. He was counting on intercepting Crimson as she entered into the woods. He paused and waited, when he was suddenly startled by a feminine voice.

It never fails, someone always tries the early bird approach, Crimson said.

The man started looking franticly, trying to find the woman.

Im up here,

The man looked up just in time to see Crimson jump from a tree limb before she landed both bare soles of her feet into his face. As she rolled on her landing, Crimson looked back to see the man rolling on the ground holding his face with both hands. Blood was seeping through his fingers. She waited for him to get back on his feet.

Ah, first blood, she said. Now for a chance to spill some more.

After he got back up to face her, Crimson suddenly assaulted the man with punches, elbows, kicks, and several knees to the kidneys, until the man fell back down again, unconscious. She grabbed the mans ankle and drug him out of the woods opening, then waved to John to show him the first casualty of the hunt. One down.

The 66 man stood in the middle of the woods near a heavy outcropping of trees doing a little shadow boxing to prepare himself for the oncoming conflict. He heard the cries of the man who decided to hang back and intercept the woman. The fool, he thought. The last time they were hired to beat up a woman, she handled his two friends rather easily. He thought his height would be a big advantage, until the woman jumped up and kicked him in the face. After that, he thought she was going to cave his face in, until mercifully, she stopped. From then on, he learned never to underestimate anybody. If someone is going to offer serious money to fight him or her, they either must be really crazy or really good. Chances are they werent the first ones to be here, so she must be really good. In fact, if he could find a more dense area, he may be able to hide, and

His planning ceased when he turned and saw Crimson slightly leaning against a tree, arms folded.

I estimated you were the most intelligent of the three. I was originally going to save you for last, but since that one friend of yours had such a big mouth, I have a special treat in store for him, Crimson said.

How long were you there? the man asked.

Not long, only a few seconds. In this game, I want you to at least see me coming, and Im figuring you deserve a better fate than being ambushed. I could give you the opportunity to give up now, but you dont want to do that, do you?

For an answer, the man crouched down into his boxing pose.

I thought not, Crimson said, before getting down into a crouch of her own. A boxer, eh? For a man your size, it suits you. Longer reach, a more evasive target to the vital areas. She suddenly rolled on the ground toward the man, locking her legs up with his, tripping him. Unfortunately in your case, youre a larger target overall, have a higher center of gravity, and you have no defense against a ground attack.

The man scrambled to get to his feet from the sudden ground attack, but Crimson jerked her feet, and he fell to the ground again. The woman then unlocked her legs and jumped on his waist, sending a blow to his solar plexus with her left fist. By reflex, the man raised up, unwittingly putting his face in position for a right cross from Crimson. She followed up with a left karate chop to his neck, knocking him out.

Crimson pulled a miniature walkie-talkie from her sweatshirt pocket. Cleanup in the center sector; Im going after the big mouth, she said. She almost disconnected before she heard John say, Yes maam.

Just once Id like to hear him call my name, or Crimson, or even Lady Crimson, not this maam stuff. It makes me feel like an old lady, she thought as she stood and looked around her to see where the third part of her prey would be. Lets see, if I was running through the woods with a numb arm, where would I go, she pondered as she looked around. Finally, she decided to climb a tree to gain a better look at the surroundings. When she noticed some branches bending a different direction from where the wind was blowing, she got down and headed in that direction.

Meantime, the third and remaining member of the trio was flexing and testing his arm. Like the witch said, he regained full use of it after five minutes or so. He thought scattering out to three different parts of the woods would increase their chances of getting her and beating her to a pulp to get that money. After what she did to his arm, she had no sympathy for her. Now that hes back to a hundred percent, hell really show her what he can do.

See, I told you that youd get feeling back in your arm after a few minutes.

The man turned around to see Crimson leaning against a tree, absentmindedly moving a fallen twig with her toes.

Im guessing from the way you popped off earlier that youre the leader of the group, she said. I bet if leadership was left to the real brains of your group, the tall guy, you would have a better chance. But its just like a lot of things in life; everybody thinks those who talks the most knows the most when in truth theyre full of hot air.

After she finished talking, she looked at him, smiled, and cocked her head to one side. She giggled as she kicked the twig around.

What? the man said.

Theres so many ways to finish you off, Im just trying to find the right one.

Theres no doubt about it, this woman is crazy, certifiable, the man thought. After looking at her for a moment, he told her so.

They say Im crazy, but I have a good time; oh yeah, oh yeah, Crimson sang softly. Im just looking for clues at the scene of the crime, lifes been good to me so far. Let me see, who sang that? Oh yes, Joe Walsh, Lifes been Good to Me So Far? Ill need to check when I get back to the manor. Hey, I have two songs that would suit you; theyre from a group called Kansas. One is called Point of Know Return, considering where you are. If you run a few more yards, youd be on the property of my next-door neighbor, and we cant have that. The object of this game is to beat me, not escape. If that was the case, why come here in the first place? I think this song title would be appropriate for you; Dust in the Wind, because after Im through with you, thats what youll be. She started giggling again, delighted with her new pun.

Y-youre crazy, the man said, backing up, and looking for a way out. Maybe if he ran those few yards, she wont be able to get him. He doesnt see a fence. He could leave now, and then find a way to get her later.

You already told me that, dear, youre repeating yourself. She yawned. All right, lets end this. Some people dont have an appreciation for 70s rock. You were going to be second or first on my list, but after making those rude remarks back at the house, I wanted to save you for last so I could take you apart at my leisure. If you apologize or give up oh it doesnt matter, Im going to annihilate you either way.

The man wasnt sure what was the most disturbing: the carefree way Crimson strolled towards him, the smile on her face as she did so, or the look in her eyes that reminded him of a cat staring at a juicy mouse. As he found escape out of the question, and attacked Crimson, he discovered what was the most disturbing as she dismissed his attack and retaliated with some jaw-breaking punches and sledgehammer kicks of her own. She was singing.

All we are is dust in the wind, she said as she kept kicking and punching.

*****

Later that same evening, Betty was in her room, curled up in her NASCAR nightshirt with the latest issue of Car and Driver. She was approaching the climactic part of an article about the performance and handling of the latest Mercedes sport convertible when the phone rang. Since it was the home phone and not her cell phone, she figured it was probably a call for her parents. Besides, with most of her friends either out of town or with other plans, she wasnt expecting any calls short of an automotive emergency. Shortly, there was a knock on her bedroom door.

Yes? Betty said.

Telephone, her mother said. Some woman by the name of Claudia wants to speak to you.

Thanks, Betty replied as she picked up the phone. Claudia? The only Claudia she knew was the one she fought that day nah, it couldnt be her. Hello?

Is this Betty? the voice on the phone asked.

Speaking.

This is Claudia, you know, the one whose butt you kicked some time ago?

Uh, yeah, I remember, Betty said, more than a little surprised. Arent you supposed to be in the hospital?

Huh, word does get around. Thats where Im calling. I should be getting out soon.

I see. What may I help you with?

Have you seen Annie, Julie, or any of the other girls who were there the day we uh, fought lately?

Other than Ms. Cooper, er, Rachel, no.

Oh. Well most of us ran into this red-headed chick named Crimson, I think, and shes going around taking us out.

Taking you out? Why, did you have a bad business dealing or what?

Hey its not like that. Outside of a few supplements, we dont take that stuff.

Then why is she on the warpath with you guys?

I dont know. Well, she sends out these nice, fancy invitations,

Bettys attention was suddenly awakened. Invitations?

Yeah, invitations delivered by some good-looking dude in a black Hummer. The invitations say youre challenged to no-holds-barred fight. If you win, shell give you $2,000.

Go on, Betty said.

At the bottom of the invitation she leaves her number if you want to confirm the appointment. Well Annie and I, we straightened up our act since we fought you and your, whats her name?

Irena.

Yeah, Irena. We dont even hang out with Sheila anymore; it was her idea to fight you two in the first place. We were minding our own business when this Hummer pulled up. We werent going to accept, but the money sounded good. Annies appointment was the day before mine. I havent seen her since.

You havent seen her?

No, and she told me she took on the others, except for Rachel and Sheila. One was in Russia doing some wrestling gig, and nobody can find Sheila.

Im not surprised.

She took them on, and I dont know where they are, and she wouldnt tell me.

Claudia, Im sorry you cant find your friends, and Im also sorry you cant find Sheila, because I would like to find her; but what does this have to do with me?

Before we fought, she said that we were a warm-up act or appetizer, while you and that kickboxer are the main course. She wanted to test out some new moves she cooked up.

Claudia, Im sure youre aware that I get challenged all the time, whether I like it or not. I did receive an invitation, but Im not going to bother with it, I have better things to do with my time. You and Annie shouldve known that anyone who offers $2,000 to fight them isnt some punk you fight on the street or in the back alley of a bar.

I just want to know what happened to my friends, Betty. There is one more thing.

Whats that?

Shes good, shes real good, about as good as you if not better. She took me down in less than 15 seconds, and I did a lot of practice since we fought. Invitation or not, shes gunning for you and Susan. Id be on the lookout if I were you.

All right, Ill do that. If I happen to find out where or what happened to your friends, Ill let you know, okay? Bye-bye.

Crimson? Betty searched her memory. She never heard of any woman named Crimson. Maybe shes a new player to deal with. Thats strange though; usually those who challenge her either come to her directly or just plain attack her. They dont bother working their way up the food chain either; they just come to her for a confrontation. Claudias fighting prowess is not bad, but not great, either. Her colleagues who were equally if not more skilled than she could take down Claudia in a short period of time. But if shes gunning after her, why is she going after Susan too?

Betty thought about picking up the phone and calling Susan, but decided against it. The news will keep for a while. Its not like her, Susan, or Irena will be calling in their acceptance to the invitation any time soon. In the meantime, she had a convertible to read about. She picked up her magazine and read a few more pages before watching a little TV and going to bed.

*****

The following morning, Crimson was feeling disappointed and rather discouraged. Several days after she sent her invitations to Susan and Betty, she hasnt heard any reply. She didnt hear anything from Irena either, but since her appointment wasnt until much later, that was to be expected.

Not even being in the mood to swim, she went to the weight room to pump some iron. For the occasion, she was decked out in a black sports bra and black bicycle shorts, both trimmed in red. To help put her in a better mood, she painted her fingernails and toenails red to help bring out the red trim of her outfit more along with the color of her red hair, but it didnt make her any happier.

While she was doing some lifts with a barbell, John walked in, his clean-cut, professional appearance a contrast with Crimsons, now covered with a light sheen of sweat.

Your guest has arrived, John said, handing Crimson a towel.

Good, I really feel the need to beat on someone, she said as she took the towel and headed to the fight room, the large room she transformed into a mini-dojo and arena.

A man about 64 with a muscular build was pacing about the room like a caged cougar. He appeared to have a big scowl on his face, as if Crimson was taking up much of his precious time instead of the other way around.

Hello, Rocco, is it? Crimson said as she greeted him.

Where is this guy I get to beat up so I can have some money? Rocco replied.

Looks like the construction business isnt doing too well lately, or maybe its his reputation, Crimson thought.

Well lets get to business, she said. I am Crimson, and Ill-

I dont care who you are, lady, I want to know who I get to hurt to get $2,000.

If you let me finish-

Look Clemson-

Crimson.

Whatever. I have a lot of things going on, and I need to get to them, after I beat this guy to a pulp so I can do them.

Youre not going to do any thing, not today. That stopped the moment you entered this house.

What?

After I finish with you, you will wish that you postponed your plans indefinitely.

Im fighting you? Rocco laughed.

Youre going to try, Crimson said as she got into a fighting stance. And this time, your hospital stay will be a longer one than the last time.

*****

As John handed Crimson a towel to wipe the blood off her hands and feet (which wasnt hers, by the way), an idea came to mind. She knew it would be highly irregular and breaching the laws of etiquette, but she was going to contact those two to find out whats going on.

Blood can be so difficult to remove, especially when its sprinkled all over your legs, your feet, and your outfit, she thought. Shes going to have to take a shower to scrub it off. For that matter, she might as well go for a swim. After that revelation concerning the invitations, she felt a whole lot better.

*****

Contrary to what Irena thought, Susan did read. Though she wasnt a regular bookworm, she liked to curl up with a good book every now and then. In this case, she figured shed take Irenas advice and find the short story she talked about the other day. For good measure, she went over to the local video store and rented out the movie of the same name. Irena was right, Susan thought, there were several movies on the same theme, so she decided to play it safe and go with the original. It was a pretty good story; no wonder so many movies copied the same formula over the years. They say imitation is the finest form of flattery, and that proverb is a definite tenet of the literary world and Hollywood. Shell have to invite David, her fianc###over to watch this movie. He should enjoy it, plus its a cheap date, something to keep in mind as the wedding day is approaching.

She was watching the credits at the end of the movie (mainly out of habit, considering all the actors in the movie were deceased), when her phone rang. It could be David, but he said he wouldnt be able to call her until tomorrow. It would make for a nice surprise for the evening.

Hello? She said.

Susan Davidson? The voice on the phone said.

Thats me.

Hi, Im Crimson; Im the one who sent the invitation? I thought someone as popular as you are would have an unlisted number. But youre easily accessible, thats rather wild.

Wait a minute, your name is Crimson, and you sent the invitation?

Yes, thats me, or what I go by these days, and yes, I sent the invitation. Did you like it? I designed it myself. Its the first time Ive done so. Its more complicated than I expected, with selecting the right font and all.

Did I like it? Susan said.

Yes, thats what I said. Is there a bad connection on this line?

No, Im not usually asked to fight someone by formal invitation. Besides, even if I wanted to, I would be in danger of losing my sponsorships, so the answer is no. I thought that was clear by not contacting you.

Asked to fight? Crimson repeated on the other line, confused.

Dont you remember? Your invitation specifically challenged me and two other friends of mine to a no-holds-barred fight. As elegant as your invitation was - my mother would love your work, inviting someone to fight is not within the boundaries of proper etiquette.

There was a brief pause on the line.

Oh dear, Crimson said.

What? Susan asked.

I believe I sent you the wrong invitations. Could you hold on for a moment?

Sure, I guess.

Susan only had to wait a minute; during that time she wondered how can you misplace invitations like that? When Crimson returned, she sounded rather apologetic.

Ms. Davidson, Im sorry. I have made a dreadful error. The invitations I planned to send you, Betty, and Irena are right here in my hand. The invitations Ive sent you go to my, er, challenges. In any case, I have goofed royally. Can you forgive me?

Uh, sure.

Ms. Davidson, let me ask you a question.

Yes, plus I have a few of my own. And call me Susan, please. All this formality sounds like Im talking to my mother.

Im sorry; Susan, did Betty and Irena receive the same type of invitation?

Yes they did.

Oh no. Susan, I have made a grave error and I need to make it right. When will you be seeing Betty and Irena again?

Well I was going to drop by the shop around five oclock.

Great, Ill come by then.

Wait a minute, Crimson, now I have some questions.

Im sure you do, Susan, but trust me, all your questions will be answered tomorrow when I come by and get things straightened out, okay? Ill see you tomorrow, bye-bye.

Susan looked at the phone for a moment before she hung it up. What a peculiar woman, she thought to herself. Why do things always seem to go crazy when David goes out of town?

*****

Betty was once again reading her Car & Driver magazine when her cell phone rang. What is it with reading this magazine and telephone calls, she thought. She flipped it open and pushed the Talk button.

Hello?

Hello, Ms. Conrad, how are you?

Im fine, Betty said, but I think you need to talk to my mother. Ill give you the home number-

No, no, Betty, right? No, I need to talk to you.

Okay, Im Betty, and you are?

Crimson, Im the one who sent you the invitation.

Oh, so youre the one who sent that to me. Very original I have to admit, but that doesnt mean Im going to fight you, even if it is for $2,000. Claudia told me a little about you.

Claudia? Oh, right, that twit. What did she say?

She told me about how you challenged almost all of her friends and she hasnt heard from them since they received your invitation. Was that what you had in mind for me, a hospital bed or to be missing?

No, no, please hear me out, Crimson pleaded over the phone. This was all a huge misunderstanding-

Ill say. Im used to people visiting my office to ask me to fight.

Thats just it, I sent you, Susan, and Irena the wrong invitations. I need to check if I sent the wrong one to others as well, but you three were not supposed to get those.

Then who in the world receives invitations like that, your standard thug on the street?

Yes, I mean no! I mean-uh, Ill tell you what, let me drop by your business tomorrow. Susan said she was going to drop by around five oclock, and of course you and Irena will be working there. I will explain everything.

I cant wait.

Yes, it should be a treat. Ill see you tomorrow, okay?

Sure.

Bye.

Betty sat there on her bed wondering what type of explanation would a person have to send a person an invitation to fight them for $2,000, and what type of invitation was Irena, Susan, and she was supposed to get. And whats the deal with Claudia and her missing friends?

No longer in the mood to read, Betty got up and went to her computer to check e-mail. Maybe somebody sent a challenge to her to fight online as well, she mused to herself.

*****

The next day at the garage, Betty was putting the finishing touches on repairing a flat tire, while Irena was putting the finishing touches on a tune-up for a late model sports car. The workload at the garage was rather light, which gave the two mechanics some time to talk about their upcoming visit from Crimson.

Im rather curious to see what this Crimson looks like, Betty said. What kind of name is that to give yourself anyway?

Well, crimson is the color of blood, after all, Irena said.

Well now you done it.

Done what?

Gave me something Im going to have dreams about. Since you told me about that story, I keep having this weird dream of seeing myself go rabbit hunting.

Whats so weird about that?

The rabbit is a grown man wearing fake rabbit ears and has a big cotton ball stuck to his butt.

It was all Irena could do to keep herself from falling on the ground laughing. Betty just smirked and put the tire back on the car and backed it out to the waiting customer. When she came back, Irena was in tears because she was laughing so hard. Irena saw Betty and pantomimed aiming a rifle at an imaginary rabbit and sounding like the cartoon character Elmer Fudd.

Now I got you, you wrascally wrabbit. Blam! Irena said, and then fell back against the car, laughing some more.

It wasnt that funny, Betty said.

What isnt that funny? Susan said, poking her head in the garage. She saw Irena laughing and said, Cheer up, Irena, it cant be that bad.

Betty told Susan about her dream, and soon, Susan was hopping around the garage, wiggling her nose like a rabbit. Irena was pretending to hunt her, as Betty stood there with a stern look on her face.

You two keep this up, Im sending you both home, she said. Irena, arent you finished with the mans car yet?

The mechanic walked over to the car and slammed down the hood. I am now, mighty hunter, she said.

Take the car out there before I whack you across the head. She turned to Susan. You arent much better. What do you call yourself doing, hopping around the cars like that, people will see you.

Having fun, Susan said. If you talk to Janelle about me, shell tell you my sense of humor was damaged because of too many blows to the head. She doesnt think I laugh at all. Anyway, I should tell you about some of my dreams sometime. Talk about weird, I think I have you beat.

The two women walked out of the garage where Irena was talking to her customer about the work shed done to his car.

What kind of dreams would that be, that you find yourself in the ring naked? Betty asked.

Naw, weirder than that. Besides, I stopped having that dream a long time ago. I used to have them when I first started, Susan said.

Betty looked at her. Youre right, you got me beat, she said.

Your car run good now, it purr like kitten, Irena said to her customer with a heavy Russian accent.

Betty shook her head as the customer drove away. Irena, why did you speak to your customer in dumb Russian?

Speaking again in flawless English, Irena said, Because some of these customers when they find out Im Russian either speak to me in slow, dumb English, or they speak so loudly, your parents next door can hear them. Theres only a select few that get that treatment; most everybody else knows better.

Any other flak you get? Susan asked.

Lets see, I had to tell people that when they found out Im from Russia, Im not an atheist, were not the Red Menace, were not communists anymore, and yes, we do bathe regularly. I only had to tell one that last part.

I assume besides your usual visit, you came to meet this Crimson to get things straightened out? Betty asked Susan.

Yeah, she sounds like an unusual woman, Susan said.

I did not receive a call, Irena said. When I meet this woman, Im going to ask her why Ive been left out in her correspondence.

Looks like youll have your chance, Betty said, watching as a familiar car arrived.

The black Hummer pulled up to the garage and parked. The drivers side door opened, and a tall woman with long red hair stepped out. Wearing a short sleeve blue jean shirt, and a matching short blue jean skirt, the woman walked toward the three women not so much in a plain stride as it was more catlike; using more of the balls of her bare feet than her whole foot. Her muscles were very well toned. The biggest feature that stood out on her was the bright yellow nail polish she wore on her fingers and toes.

Crimson noticing the glances to her nails addressed this.

Hello all. When I went swimming earlier today, I wore a bright yellow swimsuit. I didnt have time to change it, she said.

Betty and Irena, who wore nail polish from time to time, both said Oh. Susan, who never bothered with the stuff, just shrugged.

So you must be Crimson, Betty said.

Yes, and you are Betty Conrad, a second or third degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do, and awarded or burdened with the title of The Toughest Girl in Town. I figured you would be a fourth degree belt by now, Crimson said.

Im third degree, and I wouldve had my fourth, but I had a project here at work that I had to finish that day.

Must be one of those classic beauties you work on.

Thats right. Betty knew how popular her restored cars were.

Lets see, what else. Ah yes, your sensei is Kim Chang, a good teacher and an excellent practitioner of the discipline. She has a cousin, LS, who is equally if not more lethal as a judo master and instructor in Central Indiana. However, both of them are in awe of Kims sister, Jasmine, who is a very accomplished master of both Tai Chi and Aikido.

Betty looked at Crimson with a little amazement.

Yes, thats right, she said, but I didnt know that they regarded Jasmines skills so highly.

The next time you see Kim, you ask her to tell you one story about Jasmine; itll blow you away. I say one story because she could talk the whole night away about her sisters exploits along with her cousins. Of course she doesnt show it publicly. And regarding Jasmine, she keeps a low profile, like myself.

Before Betty could ask about her identity, Crimson turned to Susan.

And you are Susan Davidson, kickboxer extraordinaire. The next holder of the Tri-State championship belt.

Dont say that too soon, Susan said. I dont have it yet.

Ive seen and met the current holder, Crimson said. Believe me, youll get it. Your skills are so excellent, theres even rumors that you may go professional after you win that title.

Professional? Ive thought about it, but I dont know.

Dont know what? That most fighters are afraid to even get into the ring with you? That you have so much speed and power, you go through sparring partners like water? Some fighters in similar competitions hope and pray you dont cross over into their playground, because you are a force to be reckoned with.

I, I dont know what to say. Im planning to be a physical education teacher.

My advice? Make your run, and then get into teaching. After youre through, every school in the country will want to hire you.

Susan stood there, trying to soak this in. Irena came behind her and put a hand on her right shoulder.

Shes right, comrade. You are very good, she said.

Crimson continued. And last, but not least, we have Irena Bresnhev, a master of the Russian art of Combat Sambo, and despite the heavy politics that were involved, emerged with her championship belt in the Russian cage fights undefeated.

Heavy politics? Betty asked.

Since you already know as much about it, you might as well tell them the rest, comrade, Irena said.

If you insist, comrade, Crimson said. You two should get a laugh out of this one. The cage fight promoters thought her fighting was boring.

Boring? Betty said. I seen her fight, Ive fought beside her, how can she be boring?

Its true, Betty, Irena said. Because my fighting style wasnt flashy enough or belonged to a higher profile discipline like karate or something similar, the fight promoters did not like me. But because I won my matches and was on my way to the championship fight, they couldnt get rid of me either.

As a result, Crimson said, They threw everything but the kitchen sink at the poor girl; from martial arts masters to the dirtiest fighters they could find, they tried to dethrone her, and thats putting it mildly.

That explains a few things, Betty said. Youve told me that youve broken bones and dislocated joints before in these matches, but you never explained why. I just thought you were being too harsh.

Its not considered harsh when your opponent is trying to cripple you, its more like self-defense, Irena said. My coach and trainer once said to me, You can be fancy, or you can be good. You can be a show-off, or you can win. Only one has the true path of honor; you must decide which one is right. One way may make you popular, but youll be forgotten like yesterdays news. The other way wont always make you very popular, but youll be remembered as a good fighter with honor. I made it a point to remember that lesson every time I fought in the cage. Of following that advice, I had no apologies nor regrets.

What our modest little fighter isnt telling you is the crowd soon loved her, and supported her, especially when the promoters put her in one of the craziest title matches they could come up with, Crimson said.

The blindfold matches! Susan exclaimed. They had you do one of those?

Good guess Susan, how did you figure it out? Irena said.

I remembered you talked about the novelty matches they had from time to time, and I reasoned what crazier title match could they have than a blindfold match?

Thats crazy. Oh Irena, I didnt know, Betty said.

Well its not something you brag about, and it didnt end badly, Irena said. I won, didnt I?

I didnt open up any old wounds, did I? Crimson said. Sometimes I get so carried away.

Not at all; besides they have new officials now. The old ones are in prison. Justice was served.

Lesson number one: fight promoters are either greedy or stupid or both.

So how do you know so much about us? Betty asked.

Crimson opened up a pocket on her shirt and pulled out three invitations. Ill answer that question shortly, Betty. First, let me hand you the invitations you were meant to receive.

The invitations were the same as before, except for a few differences. The guests were invited to spar with Crimson, not fight her, and of course, there was no cash incentive involved.

Well thats comforting, Susan said. Of course that brings up the question of what the other invitations are for.

I believe I know, Betty said, it makes a lot more sense now.

My questions, Irena said, are why did you not call me about these things, and where do I know you from?

Yeah, Ive been trying to place your face ever since you stepped out of your car, Susan said. I know you from someplace.

Im sure you do, Crimson said. Let me make it easier for you. Let me drop my pseudonym of Crimson, and give you my real name, Gayla.

Gayla, Gayla Gardener?

Of course! Irena said. The hair alone shouldve given me a clue.

Yes, thats me, Gayla Gardener, at your service, Crimson/Gayla said as she took a bow. And the reason I didnt contact you sooner was because unless Betty fired you, I knew I would talk to you, and since your discipline is more grappling than striking, I needed time to practice for that.

Okay, Im out of the loop here. How do they know you when I dont? Betty said.

Betty, youre a relative newcomer to the fight game, so I didnt expect you to know right off.

The fight game?

Those of us who are or at one time were involved with combat sports. Susan is still in it, and Irena and myself are retired from it.

Betty quickly invited everyone to her office where she provided everyone a seat and a grape soda as Gayla told her story.

There wasnt anything super dramatic about my life story, Gayla began, I was one of your typical California high school students when a friend introduced me to the world of martial arts. I was about to tell her it wasnt for me until she told me about how they develop self-discipline and brought about a wonderful union between mind and body. That got my attention. I also found I liked it, no, I loved it, and I was pretty good at it. As I progressed and started earning my belts, my sensei recommended that I go into competition. Ironically Susan, I gave him almost the same answer you gave me, to which he responded with almost the same answer I gave you. After thinking about it, I decided to give it a try. I could still attend college classes and train around that schedule, plus any money I won would help my studies.

What discipline did you practice? Betty asked.

Hapkido. Some people say its like aikido except it has punches and kicks, Gayla said. All I knew was I was good at it. I participated in the local competitions, and caught the eye of a fight promoter who told me about Ultimate Fighting Female or UFF for short. It was to be the feminine equivalent of K-1 for the men.

I heard of that, they said it was making a comeback after being in a decline for the last few years, Betty said.

Its on the rise because they now have some new promoters who now include the grappling disciplines, like judo and others. Before, it was the striking disciplines only, like the forms of karate, boxing, kung fu, etc. The previous promoters said that the grappling arts did not carry a strong image that would be conducive to the tournament.

In other words, boring, Irena said.

Yes. Even though I was mastering my art, I was rather ignorant of the grappling disciplines at the time. It wasnt until later I knew the value of martial arts as a whole. At the time, I was concerned with other things, like winning. And win I did, once, twice, three times. I had endorsements, I did a few commercials, I was the special guest at martial art shows; at one time I had my initials placed on specialty sportswear. Then one day the promoters called me into their office.

I think I have a pair of shorts and Capri workout pants with GG on them, Betty said. Very comfortable, like a second skin.

Thank you, I made it a point to make sure the workout clothes were very comfortable before I had my initials put on them, Crimson said. Anyway, it was about four weeks before my third title match when the promoters told me that it was time to retire after the match was over. I asked them why. I was still rather young, my life was squeaky clean, and I didnt take any drugs stronger than a cough drop, so why did I have to retire? They told me my holding the title was creating a monopoly that was a deterrent for other fighters to compete.

So they told you that you needed to retire because you won? Susan said.

Thats right, because I won too much. Anyone who watches competitions like this knows that they have a Darwinian-type philosophy to them. A survival of the fittest type deal if you will. Whoever was the fittest won the match, then they keep going until somebody fitter than they are knocks them down, Gayla said. Apparently the promoters didnt conceive that concept. But that was all right. Since they wanted me to retire, I demanded an appropriate retirement package. If they didnt, I would tell them the real reason for my retirement. They complied, and that was that.

Wow, what happened after that? Betty asked.

I became a victim of the price of fame, Gayla said. They still invited me to several shows, fill in as a guest commentator for some fight competitions, and even write a book. I am a private person at heart, so you can imagine how maddening it was to leave my apartment and suddenly get greeted by crowds of people. People asking me when I would fight again, men and I think sometimes women asking for my phone number, people asking me what I thought of the latest fighter. It got to be too much. Ill admit, I did enjoy it when children would come to me and ask me how they can be a fighter like me. I generally told them to go to school and stay there until they graduate. While theyre taking classes, enroll in a martial art they like, and strive to do your best. Then when they are ready, participate in competition. When its over, or in the meantime, use that degree to get a career.

Being a fellow geek myself, I told other geeks that theres nothing wrong with being one. The only difference between them and me was I am a geek who knows how to fight. To jocks I told them to buckle down in their studies or else they would be working for a geek. At the risk of being immodest, I believe I was a role model for geeks everywhere. So, eventually I left California in search of living a regular life again, or a close facsimile thereof. I decided to move here because of the atmosphere, the nice weather (I found I like four seasons), and the fact that it has more martial art studios and facilities per square block than almost anywhere else in the country. I got the chance to speak to a lot of the martial arts teachers and experts. Thats how I knew your teacher and her relatives, Betty. I also got to know more about you three from a particular friend of yours.

Let me guess, would that be a certain judo instructor almost my height, has big arms, and wears shoes even less than I do? Susan asked.

Thats right, it was Janelle, Gayla said. Delightful woman. We met at the last Martial Arts Festival.

Which must have been the one I missed because of a bout I had the previous day. It figures.

Ive been meaning to attend that festival, Irena said. Now Ill have to wait until next year.

Wow, I knew Mistress Kim was good, but I didnt know she was that good; I mean, you dont always think of your sensei as being as popular as they are, Betty said.

I know what you mean, Gayla said. Regarding Susan, its great that your celebrity status hasnt spoiled you. Did you know some guys regard David as the luckiest man on earth?

I like to believe its the other way around, but thank you, Susan said. I know its not hard to find out about me, my life is an open book.

In the fight game, everyones life is an open book. I also had the chance to see both you and Irena in action many times. Irena, I was at your title match. It was very well done how you fought despite that handicap. People who saw the match live and on TV still talk about it. Your fans never thought you were boring, and neither did I.

Thank you, Irena said.

One funny story Ive got to tell you. After I was off the scene, there was another fighter that took everyone by surprise. She was a master Tai Chi practitioner and the slowest fighter Ive ever seen. I dont remember the name of her particular form, but it was a form that was very circular. You can tell where she practiced because the floor or ground would have circles dug into it. Anyway, she would move in a circle around her opponent very slowly, at least slow to us. Her victims would end up with broken jaws, broken ribs, large bruises, or knocked unconscious, and they wouldnt know why. I would watch these matches, and sit back and laugh as she plastered her foes. The arenas would fill up in the hopes that somebody would take her out, knock her down, something. I was rooting for her all the way.

She only said two statements during her brief period there. The first one was midway through the season when she became a major contender for the title. A reporter asked about her slowness and would it be a possible problem. All she said was Speed is perception. The second time was when she won the title. All she said was I proved my point.

Im sorry for not being too bright today, but what was her point? Betty said.

It took me a little while myself, Betty, so dont feel too bad. Speed is not always what we think it is. Though she moved slowly, she struck like a snake. Almost no one saw it coming. She never kicked higher than her waist, but then again, she didnt need to. And as for proving her point-

That her discipline was as valid as the others, Irena said.

Thats right, and most of the other fighters hated her for it. In fact, soon after she received her title, five of her former opponents jumped her in the locker room, and I think three fighters and a boyfriend of one of them jumped her in the alley, Gayla said.

Oh no, was she okay? Susan asked.

Oh she was fine, its the others who werent okay. I think two of them had to give up their fighting career because of injuries, and two of them had to be removed from the dumpsters in the alley. She was being nice with them before, but when they jumped her, they really got it.

Thats a good story, Irena said.

After moving here, I returned to my first love, software design. With the organizations permission of course, I created a version of the UFF that you can play on your computer or X-box. The sale of that along with other games I designed went very well. I decided to use the name Crimson instead of my real name so I know people are buying my products for the quality and not for the name on the cover. Being away from the limelight, designing various games, meeting different martial artists and living a quiet existence, life was pretty good. However there was something missing, and I didnt realize what it was until I was mugged one evening.

You got mugged? Im sorry to hear that, Susan said.

Im sorry, I meant to say attempted mugging, Gayla replied. As I took the fifty dollars from the guys wallet-

Wait a minute, you took money from his wallet? Betty said.

Sure, why not? He was trying to take money from my wallet, so after I beat him, I thought Id let him know how it feels, Crimson said nonchalantly. After I took the mans money, I realized I still miss the thrill of combat. I didnt want to go through all that trouble to go into competition again, and its not like I plan to walk the streets waiting to be attacked, so I went home, to do a little reading and think about it. While I was reading a story, thats when the idea came to me.

Was the story The Most Dangerous Game? Irena asked.

As a matter of fact, yes it was.

At last, someone who reads! Irena exclaimed. While Betty and Susan gave her dirty looks, Gayla continued.

That was where I got my idea. It seems this town has plenty of its share of thugs, some of them you fought before, Betty. Using a cash incentive, its not hard to lure them onto my hunting ground and take care of them.

The reason why I fought them was because they challenged me, Betty said. How does that justify what youre doing with them?

Let me fill you in on a few people, Gayla said after she took a sip from her bottle. Claudia may have told you how ole mean Crimson beat her up along with her friends. What she didnt tell you was about how prosperous their protection racket has been. Theres an old mom and pop store that almost went bankrupt because of what they have been doing.

I remember them briefly mentioning that to me when they challenged Irena and me, but I had no idea.

Well theyre out of business now. I know that the owners of that store will be happy, especially after they received an anonymous gift to put them back on their feet. Do you remember Rocco, the man who beat up one of your friends?

How can I forget? I almost cant say I regret beating him and sending him to the hospital.

Well he recently sent another lady friend of his to the emergency ward. She had a major concussion, and a broken arm, among other things. Turns out the woman wised up and broke up with him, and he didnt like that. Anyway, if you want to see him again, you can see him during regular visiting hours. I almost cant wait for him to get out so I can beat him again.

Yeah, Rocco seems to have that appeal with women, Betty sighed. They either think hes really something or hes something you want to get rid of. I hope you exercised more self control than I did. And how did you hear about that anyway? How did you know it was me who beat Rocco?

Knowledge of your expertise is widespread. The people you beat fear you, and sometimes they cant help talking about how bad you beat them to other people. In the case with Rocco, his reputation of brawling is well known, plus hes actually considered a ladies man, if you can believe that. I heard he beat up his girlfriend at that time, who was Barbie, who is an old friend of yours. When I heard he was beat half to death soon afterwards, I put two and two together.

Betty put her hand to her head. Oh great, now Im a household word. Maybe I should just advertise my fights.

Well what do you expect? Youre very good, and youre providing a service to the community. Somebody has got to put these clowns in check.

By coming to my garage and offering to clean my clock? Maybe I should send them your way.

But you have the reputation. Thats hard to beat.

Changing the subject, Susan said, Why do you want to spar with us? Im honored, but why us?

Because Ive found with meeting different martial artists and observing different disciplines, I can learn a lot from everyone. Ive already learned something from you, Gayla said.

Whats that?

This, Gayla said as she rose up her right foot and wiggled her toes. It made plenty of sense to me. Shoes are not a prerequisite in the martial art I practice, plus I swim more than half the time, so why bother with them at all? Besides, I know he wont admit it, but John loves it.

Whos John? Betty asked.

Hes my butler and personal assistant whom Ive wanted to marry for the last few years. He keeps on saying that it violates the employer/employee boundaries and stuff like that, Crimson huffed as she brushed some stray strands of hair from her face.

Oh, thats easy to take care of, Irena spoke up. Just dont make him an employee anymore.

I never thought of that. Thank you, Irena, Ill try that tonight. Crimson replied excitedly. Im sorry I put your invitation date so far away.

Tell you what, Gayla; instead of trying to find a date where we can spar, how about I teach you some Sambo techniques instead?

That would be great! I cant wait to follow your advice.

Oh yeah, Irena has plenty of devious ideas on how to get a man, Betty said, smirking.

Hey, I wasnt devious, Irena said.

You threatened to beat him up!

No I didnt, I said, Did you know I can beat you up, not Im going to. Besides, I wouldnt harm a hair on your brothers head. I leave that part to you.

Do you beat your brother up often? Crimson asked.

No, I mean I dont now, I mean Irena, Im going to get you! Betty said.

No you wont because Im fun to have around and your family loves me, Irena said, sticking her tongue out as she said so.

Are they always like this? Crimson said to Susan.

Only on a full moon. Normally, they make a great team, Susan said. Anyway, Im glad this deal with the invitations is cleared up though.

Not for me, Betty interrupted. I still have a few questions.

No problem, Crimson said as she looked out the window. But isnt your garage closed at five?

Betty glanced out the window. Outside was an old pickup that was either painted red or red primer; it was hard to determine which. In the cab of the pickup behind the wheel was a man of about 510 with a medium build and brown hair that was long enough to cover his ears. In the passenger seat beside him was a heavy set woman of 58 with short blond hair and a sneer on her face that looked like it was there since birth. In the back of the pickup were two men; one was stout and 56 with brown hair and a potbelly. His companion was the tallest of the foursome at almost six feet tall with short blond hair. He wore a black muscle shirt that had the name of a band that was hard to determine because it was almost faded from existence. On his left shoulder he had a tattoo that read Elvis Lives.

Yeah, were closed, but somehow I dont think these folks are our regular customers, Betty said.

For one thing, I would declare that pickup clinically dead, Irena said.

I dont know that much about cars, but I would agree with you there, Susan replied.

Betty was going to get up from her desk and let them in, but that was rendered unnecessary as the door was flung wide open and sent banging against the garage by the group. They swaggered into the garage office like they just bought the place.

May we help you? Irena asked.

Yeah pipsqueak, were looking for a broad by the name of Betty Conrad, the woman said.

Excuse me, what did you call me?

Im Betty Conrad, Betty said with a sigh. I suppose you already know we closed at five.

Thats all right, we aint here for no car repair, the driver of the pickup said as he advanced toward Bettys desk, pushing Gayla roughly to the side.

Hey! Gayla said.

You see, we plan to own this town. We heard that before we can have it, we have to beat the toughest girl in town, and everybody says thats you. Is that true? The leader said, leaning his face close to Bettys.

For one thing, if you want to own this town, go right ahead, I dont have the deed to it. Second, theres a lot of tough girls in this town, not just me. Third, I have company with me right now, so we can talk about this at another time, and finally, please get out of my face, Betty said.

I think the toughest girl in town is turning a nice shade of yellow, the woman said.

Bettys not afraid, Irena said, she said we have company.

I think you need to shut up pipsqueak, before somebody steps on you.

Irena moved within a foot of the woman. Would that somebody be you, fatso?

The woman looked surprised by the fact that someone shorter than her would call her names. You dont want to know what I did to the last woman who called me fatso, she said.

Really? Id be more than happy to tell you what I did to the last person who called me pipsqueak, in detail, Irena said, not backing down.

Gayla came in-between the leader and Betty to try to defuse things before they got out of control. Come on people, there is a more civil way of doing this.

The leader pushed Gayla roughly to the side again. This matter doesnt concern you, girl. You just stay out of the way before you get hurt, he said.

As Gayla gave the man a fierce look, matters between the female member of the group and Irena were getting more heated.

You need to get away from me, brat, you dont know who youre messing with, the woman said.

Oh, but I would love to find out, fatty, Irena said, with an evil grin.

As Susan went over to try to break things up between the woman and Irena, Betty sighed in surrender.

All right, when do you want to do this? she said.

How about here and now? The man said.

No, because I have company over right now. We can do this Friday evening; does that sound good to you?

No! Were going to have it out right now, you and me, he said, banging his hand on her desk, making the objects on it hop a little.

No, youre not, Gayla said.

What? Didnt I tell you to stay out of this, red? The man said.

No, because youre going to fight me. I was here first, and I was visiting Betty when you four came over. Before you get to Betty, youll need to go through me.

Gayla, its all right, you dont need to- Betty started.

No Betty, you take a break, the redhead said. Let me teach these people some proper manners.

No problem, the man said. After Im finished with you, Ill take care of Betty.

You dont get it, Gayla said. Im going to fight all four of you. Betty, where would be a good place to do this?

I saw your parents leave five minutes ago, so the back of the garage would work, Irena said. But how about you take care of the guys and leave me the enormous one here?

No, I want all of them. Youre taking a break too.

Betty got up from her desk and headed towards the door. Okay, follow me, she said.

The tall man with the tattoo said to his short heavyset friend as they went out the door, Its a pity that shes not going to play with us, motioning towards Susan.

Shed snap your neck with one kick in the time it took you to blink. Lets go, Gayla said.

As they reached the back of the garage, Gayla started unbuttoning her shirt.

What are you doing? Betty said in alarm.

Nothing to worry about, Im wearing a bikini underneath, Gayla said.

Do you always wear a bikini under your clothes? Irena asked.

When you swim as much as I do, why not? Besides, it doesnt constrict your movements when you fight. But Ill keep my clothes on, this wont take long.

All right, red, how do you want to do this? The leader of the group said.

First off, the name is Crimson, if you insist on addressing me at all, and you four can attack me one at a time or all at once, it makes no difference to me, Gayla said.

The man looked at Betty and said, Im saving myself for you girl, then turned to the tall man with a tattoo. You first, he said.

My pleasure, the tall man said, and charged toward Gayla.

Gayla stood her ground until the last minute when she took a step towards the man, blocking the right overhand punch he was attempting to throw with her left hand. Suddenly, the man started wheezing and slowly crumpled to the ground holding his stomach. Everyone except for Gayla was stunned for a moment.

What just happened? Betty said to Susan and Irena, who were just as mystified.

Gayla smiled and turned to the three holding up her right hand with her fingers extended. A straight knife hand blow to the solar plexus. Slows them down every time, she said.

The stocky man and the woman wasted no time and took no chances when they both charged her. The stocky man was approaching Gaylas left side while the woman was attacking her from behind where she was seemingly unguarded. Gaylas next few moves happened in seconds; even the three martial artists watching almost missed it. The redheaded fighter fired a side kick into the stocky mans stomach, then without looking, shot her left elbow into the womans rib cage. Gayla pivoted just enough to fire a right jab into the womans face. The heavyset opponent suddenly saw stars and staggered to the ground. Gayla not finished yet, lifted her long right leg in the air and sent it down in the form of an axe kick that landed on the stocky mans neck. With a cry of pain, he fell to the ground, hands placed on the back of his neck.

You may want to lay down there for a bit, itll ease the pain, Gayla said. Actually, you should be thankful you could feel pain at all. If I delivered that kick a little harder, youd be paralyzed. Just so youd know.

Gayla looked around her at the two downed men. The stocky man was still laying down holding his neck while the tall man was still holding his belly, wheezing. She then looked at the leader with a malicious smirk on her face.

And now, dear sir, its your turn. Gayla stopped long enough to swing a left back fist behind her to again sock the approaching woman in the face, who fell down a little more dazed than before. I have just the thing for you, she said as she started striding closer to him.

The man was in disbelief. His two right-hand men who fought beside him and were good fist fighters in their own right were taken down in seconds. And his girlfriend Tara had never lost a catfight or any other type of fight before in her life. Yet, only three blows took her out. He was told of how good a fighter Betty was, but he never saw anything like what he just saw. Suddenly, taking this woman on did not seem like a good idea after all. He started backing up, then started running as Gayla trotted after him.

Wow, Susan and Irena said at the same time.

If I blinked, I wouldve missed it, Betty said. She was so smooth.

Well go and watch her take care of the last guy, Ill help with cleanup before your folks get home, Susan said as her and Irena helped the stocky man to his feet.

Where is she? Were not finished yet, the woman said rising a little unsteadily.

Oh yes you are, Betty said. The only reason youre not laid out is you need somebody to drive the truck out of here. Grab your friend and go. She then trotted off to find Gayla.

Gayla in the meantime cornered the leader who had nowhere to go except through her.

I wouldve normally let Betty take care of you and the other slobs, but you couldnt be patient and wait until we were finished. No, you had to be rude and disregard Bettys company, namely me. And if theres one thing I cant stand, is rude people, she said.

The man in reply utter a few choice words, none of them being kind to Gaylas honor, and pulled a switchblade from his back pocket and waved it back and forth in his right hand, threatening to cut Gayla if she came any closer.

So youre not only rude, youre a coward, too, Gayla said.

As the man attempted a sideways slash with the blade, Gayla caught his wrist with her left hand like he was in slow motion. She then delivered a left kick to the side of his right knee, a right kick landing on his chin, and a foot sweep with her left foot, again in a matter of seconds. As he fell to the ground, Gayla stomped her left foot on his right wrist, keeping his knife hand at bay while the she placed her bare right foot on his face, her first two toes closing his nose shut while the ball of her foot pressed against his face a foot smother.

Betty caught up just in time to see the takedown.

I learned this move from a Brazilian submission wrestler, Gayla said as she looked down at her victim while talking to Betty. She reserves this move for opponents that she doesnt consider dirtying her hands for.

Betty looked at the hold clinically. I like it, but wouldnt be a bit tricky to keep your balance?

Yes, balance can be the tricky part. I try to put as much weight as possible on the face, while leaving just enough for the other foot just in case the victim gets lucky and throws you off. It takes a little practice.

Gayla, I mean Crimson, I-

Gayla is fine; in a minute or two, its not going to matter to this man what you call me, Gayla looked down at her victim squirming in the attempt to move her foot from his face and get some much needed air. She took the precaution of grabbing his other wrist in her right hand so he couldnt use it. Go ahead, she said.

Claudias friends, what happened to them after you finished with them? Did you, uh,

Good heavens no! There are laws against that! If that twit bothered to look around or if her so-called friends bothered to call her, she wouldve known that I put in them in different hospitals in the area. If I placed them at the same hospital, that might draw unwanted attention, and people would start asking questions. This way, the people at the hospital will think that its just another thug who got beat up in a fight.

Whew, Betty said, exhaling some air.

Last I checked, the church I attend told me it would be wrong to do a thing like that. You didnt think I was a murderer, did you?

No, but I just wondered where you put them I guess, sorry.

No need to be sorry, Gayla said as the man lost consciousness. She bent down and picked up the blade, closed it, and tossed it to Betty. Here, a souvenir.

Betty caught the knife. Thanks, she said. I need to throw this mans carcass in the truck before my parents get back. Having an unconscious body lying in the yard would be a little hard to explain.

Sure, Ill give you a hand. Speaking of carcasses like the ones who dropped by to visit, along with others youve taken care of, I have a few words of advice.

Okay, what do you have for me?

Well you know the old saying to make an omelet, you have to break a few eggs. In your case, to make these people leave you alone, you may have to break a few legs. Make your next victim an example, a warning to those who come by and want to challenge you. A little serious injury could go a long way.

Sounds brutal, but I see where it makes sense, Betty said.

Although now that I think about it, you probably really dont want to.

What do you mean by that?

Gayla picked up an arm to pull the man to more of a standing position. That goes with the next piece of advice I have for you. Do not deny who you are, she said.

But I dont deny who I am, Im a mechanic, Betty said, a little confused.

Of course you are, and a very good one, Gayla explained. However, thats not all you are. I am a computer geek, thats who I am, but I realized that day that I also have a warrior; an inner Amazon if you will who every now and then is banging on the walls of my psyche wanting to get out. Whether you want to admit it or not, you do too.

So I have a little warrior inside me, Betty said, skeptically.

Yes you do. Look at yourself. Whenever someone challenges you to a fight at work, what do you do? Instead of calling the police or throwing the people off your property, you mark a date on your calendar to schedule it. You prepare for it like Susan prepares for a prizefight. You even dress for it. You have many friends, but who do you hang around the most? Fellow amazons like yourself who can mop up the floor with a room of people who are ten times as skilled as these idiots, Gayla nodded toward the man she helped up. Granted, I was only told about what you do, so I figured there was a chance for exaggeration, but what set it off for me was when these fools came over to challenge you. You appeared exasperated, but I saw that gleam in your eye. I know that gleam; you only see it in people who like being on the field of combat.

So what are you telling me? Betty said.

What Im telling you is you need to recognize this desire and channel it somehow. Go into competition, workout an extra hour or two a day, take up another discipline, something. If you dont, youll find yourself craving to fight, maybe to the point where youll be walking the streets at night looking for trouble, a mugger, rapist, some horny rednecks coming out of a bar, somebody to take on. Ive seen this with former fighters, and-

I am a mechanic! Betty exclaimed loudly. Susan and Irena who were on their way back from helping the defeated opponents to the pickup truck stopped in their tracks for a moment. Betty yanked the man from Gaylas grasp and started dragging him towards the truck.

I offended you. I did not mean to. I cant stand in judgment of you with my own little happy hunting ground. I just wanted to give you some friendly advice from someone whos been there, thats all, Crimson said, trying to heal Bettys hurt feelings.

Betty said nothing as she dragged the man toward the truck.

Hey Betty, youre free to come by my place and spar anytime, you have my number.

Just go, okay? Betty said in a low voice.

Irena and Susan approached Gayla. We just realized after seeing all this action and meeting you that were hungry. We would be honored if you would come and eat with us, Irena said.

Yeah, I love to hear some more of your stories, Susan said.

I would love to, but I dont think Betty wants me around right now, Gayla replied.

Whats wrong with Betty? Susan said.

It was something I said. It was basically to the effect of finding your destiny before your destiny finds you. I think you two know what I mean. Watch over her and take care of her, okay?

We will, comrade, Irena said.

Ill be on my way. Irena, Ill give you a call about those Sambo lessons and you two are welcome anytime.

Thank you, Susan said.

Maybe we can go hunting sometime, Irena laughed.

Gayla winked and waved as she climbed into her Hummer and drove off, followed half a minute later by the worn pickup as it headed the opposite direction. Betty at that point was putting things away in the garage.

Hey Betty, lets give you a hand and close up shop so we can hurry up and go eat someplace, Susan said.

No thanks, Im not hungry. You two go on without me. Ill close things up here, Betty answered as she moved a stack of tires on a dolly inside the garage.

Susan moved forward to talk to Betty, but Irena put her hand on her shoulder and shook her head.

Let me stop by my place so I can take a quick shower, then well go grab a bite, Irena said.

Susan nodded, and the two went to their respective cars and drove off, leaving Betty to finish closing the garage by herself.

*****

Later that evening, Gayla was reclining on her sofa in the living room of her mansion. She had since unbuttoned her shirt, revealing the top half of her yellow bikini that she swam in earlier that day. In the room, the tunes of flutist James Galway from his album Japan, the Enchanted Forest, was playing from the rooms stereo system. Gaylas favorite song on the album, Spring Horse Dance, had just finished; the bouncy tune always managed to put her in a good mood. From time to time, she would look up and smile mischievously at John, who was sitting in a recliner reading the daily paper.

John, who had been noticing Gaylas glances, finally couldnt take it anymore. He put down his paper, and looked at his employer.

And how was your day, maam? He asked.

My day was fine John, she cooed. She swiveled her legs off the sofa, stood up and strolled over to John. As a matter of fact, I have the most wonderful news.

And what is that, maam? John said as Gayla moved behind his chair. She leaned down to him.

Youre fired, she whispered in his ear.

Johns face looked like hed been shot. B-but maam, had not my work met your expectations? He said.

Why yes it has, John, she said as she walked in front of him. In fact, your work has been excellent. However, things have changed, and after the next two weeks, your employment here will be terminated. As you know, once that termination becomes final, all privileges including room and board will become null and void, and youll need to leave the premises immediately.

John was speechless. For the last six years, he has given his employer his best efforts above and beyond the call of duty. And for a reward, she fires him? Furthermore, why is she smiling?

Gayla strolled over to an end table and picked up a portfolio and handed it to John.

I do have one last job for you to perform, she said. I need you to prepare some more invitations. After the fiasco that happened the last time, when I did it, I believe it would be better if you did it. On your way out, you may want to look over the information to make sure its correct. Thank you, John.

As John walked out of the room glancing at the portfolio, Gayla sat on the arm of the sofa and counted to ten. When she reached ten, John rushed back into the room, again with a shocked expression on his face.

Maam, this is highly irregular! He said.

Whats wrong John? Gayla said warmly, a big smile on her face.

This, this invitation!

Did I spell your parents name right?

Yes you did, maam, but employer/employee relationships-

Oh hush up. Youve been feeding me that line for the last three years. Ive been trying to find a way around it, until someone told me the answer was right in front of my face. Now that I solved that problem, there isnt anything you can do or say, because youre fired.

For the second time in so many minutes, John was speechless. At a loss, he just stood in the middle of the living room staring at Gayla, who sat with legs crossed on the arm of the sofa, kicking her foot and smiling warmly at him.

Have a seat John, Gayla said, patting the seat cushion next to her. Lets talk for a minute.

Like a man sleepwalking, John staggered over to the spot Gayla designated.

Now John, you already know how I feel about you, Ive made no false pretensions about that. What you dont know, or rather what you think I dont know is how you feel about me.

But maam, John started.

Not maam, Gayla, the happy redhead said. You can say it, especially since I just fired you five minutes ago. During the six years you have worked for me, we have shared a lot, discussed our views on different things, and even shared a laugh or two, which is quite an accomplishment coming from you. As we worked together, I could see how you were starting to care more about me than just your employer. I remember when that man tried to mug me, you wanted to knock his teeth out, even though I already did by the time you got there. I remember that time I caught the stomach flu; you almost never left my side and cared for me in ways that would make my own mother feel intimidated. You know those times I fell asleep? Well, that was only half true. The other half I would keep one eye open watching you read a book or the paper, or just grab a blanket and sleep in your chair, ready to come to my aid if I needed it. I would see it in other ways too. Remember, I used to fight competitively for a living, I can see things in a persons eyes like when theyre going to attack, when theyre afraid, when theyre faking, and when they care. Ive seen your eyes, John. If Im wrong, I want you to look me in the eye and say so.

John found himself withering under Gaylas warm gaze.

But ma- he sputtered.

You call me maam one more time, and Ill kick your head off, she said. You know I can do it too. Youve seen me in action on the fields and in my personal dojo. You have also seen my tapes.

Johns face started turning as red as Gaylas hair.

You think I dont know what goes on in my own house, especially as far as your activities are concerned? If you wanted to see one of my fights, you couldve selected one from my personal library, I wouldnt have minded. But you try to be sneaky, and wait until Im in bed or away, then watch the tape in your quarters. Im a computer whiz remember? I know you were watching something interesting from all the rental purchases I would see from the local video store on-line. Plus you dont have the volume down on the television as much as you think you do when I pass by your room.

John suddenly found some pieces of lint he found on his jacket and was absentmindedly brushing them off.

Stop that, John, Gayla said. I know there isnt any lint on your jacket, not the way you keep your clothes clean. That was one of the reasons I hired you, to help look after a retired fighter who is a little eccentric, a lousy cook, cant always keep her appointments straight, and is a bit of a slob.

She laughed, and then continued. Now lets see, what else do I know about you. I know what outfits you like on me, your mouth twitches a little, barely enough for me to notice, but its there. I know when you agree with our pastor when he gives a good point; you give a slight grunt. She moved her head closer to his ear. I also know youre a leg man, you love it when I go barefoot. I also know you always give a slight shiver whenever I accidentally brush my big toe against your leg-

Yes, I care! John blurted out, his face on the border of breaking out in a cold sweat.

There, that wasnt so hard, was it? You could have shared this with me a long time ago, but no, you had to keep that stereotypical stoic face, like Indians are supposed to have. Well the movie is over, Tonto, youve been found out. Why dont you just really admit youre shy and be done with it? She said.

John suddenly felt the need to take off his suit coat. The room had gotten a lot warmer than normal.

Well I think youve seen enough action for one evening, Gayla said. Ill let you go to your office in your quarters so you can start working on my our invitations. You can stay in your quarters until the big day. You know Im not that kind of girl. She winked.

John started walking out of the room for the second time when Gayla stopped him. Oh yes, she said standing up and walking toward him. Theres one more thing.

She then grabbed Johns face and gave him a long passionate kiss. When she finished, John looked like he was in dire need of fresh air. He walked out on wobbly legs.

Ive waited three years to do that, she called after him as he left.

She waited until John was out of earshot, then she pumped her fist, yelled Yes! and danced around the room. After three long years, she finally snagged the man of her dreams. Despite her popularity, Gayla didnt date much, and after she became in love with John, she stopped that activity entirely. She and John never dated, that is officially to his knowledge. When she wanted to go somewhere with John, she would say to John Theres a new restaurant in town Id like to try out, John, or Theres a movie playing that Id like to see, then John acting as chauffeur would take her. However, instead of waiting in the car like most people in his line of employment, she would take him with her for a second opinion. The poor guy never suspected he was being taken out. At least in this way, she doesnt have to use any more subterfuge to go out with him. In the meantime, this news was too good to keep to herself; shes got to tell somebody. She pulled out her Palm Pilot and looked up Irenas cell phone number. After she dialed the number, Irena answered the phone on the first ring.

Hello? Irena said.

It worked! Gayla exclaimed.

It did? Well thats good wait a minute, who am I talking to?

Im sorry, its me, Gayla. I tried your advice and it worked! I must tell you all about it.

Well Susan and I are still at the restaurant. The place was busy tonight and we just ordered our meals. Would you like to come join us and tell us about it?

Oh, yes I would! Just give me the name of the place and Ill join you shortly.

Irena gave her the name of the restaurant, they said their good-byes, and hung up.

Looks like we will have a guest tonight, Irena said to Susan.

Betty? Susan asked.

Nope, Gayla. It appears thanks to taking the advice of the love doctor, she finally snagged her man. As excited as she is and as slow as the service is, she should be down here by the time our food arrives. Irena grinned.

Wow, looks like well get to hear those war stories after all.

That, and her upcoming engagement.

Engagement? Already? How did she do that?

Irena took a sip of her soft drink. Looks like well find out, she said.

*****

Late that night, a man hid in a small clomp of woods on the college campus as he watched the young girl sitting on the concrete bench as she studied her biology book. The noise of the dorm had gotten to be too much for her, so she walked to a nice quiet spot where she could resume her studies undisturbed. She wore a blue jean jacket over a green T-shirt and blue jean shorts with flip-flops. The man watching her was wearing a solid black hooded sweatshirt and black sweatpants with black sneakers. He was using a pair of binoculars to observe his quarry a little more closely.

Look at her, the man thought. The woman is serious about her studies. Good looks and brains too. He moved the binoculars to look at her legs, which were crossed, the flip-flop almost dangling off her foot. Nice legs too. She seems to be almost finished with her homework. I wonder if shell talk to me. Shell probably would. But shes probably like the other girls who have the same problem; she talks too much.

He remembers the last girl he talked to. She was nice and attractive, but she never would shut up. He had to bang her head on the ground for what seemed like forever before she stopped talking. Well this time was going to be different. He was going to allow her to say hello and her name, but not much else. Hell make sure this one wont be so gabby. He will-

Nice night for a stroll, isnt it?

The man turned around to find out where the voice came from. Behind him was a woman with creamy brown skin and what appeared to be an athletic looking build. She had a pretty face with big brown eyes. She was decked out in the same outfit he was except she was not wearing shoes and was carrying a black duffel bag. She smiled at him pleasantly.

Nice little vantage point you have here, the woman said. You can see them, but they cant see you. Pretty neat.

The man quickly looked behind him to see if the girl was still there. She was gone. In the distance, he could see her going back in the dormitory. He heard the sound of the duffel bag being unzipped and turned back around.

I couldve told you shes gone. She was almost finished when I arrived, the woman continued. I was just checking to see that I have everything. Lets see, bungee cords, duct tape, markers, poster board, oh yeah, one thing I almost forgot; I had to make a quick trip to the store to pick them up. Theyre not exactly my size, style or color, but you may like them.

She pulled out a pair of white panties.

What is this? The man said.

Theyre a pair of panties, silly. Im surprised you asked me that since theyre your trademark. I mean, thats why they call you the panty gag rapist, right? You gave that last victim of yours a rather nasty concussion a week ago. Was that before or after you gagged her with her own panties? Well thats alright, this pair should do the job. Why are you looking at me so strange? You didnt think I was going to use my own panties to gag you, did you? Thats gross!

At this point the man was confused. This woman bought a pair of panties to be gagged with? No, wait a minute; she said something about gagging him? At this point, there was only one thing he knew for sure.

You talk too much, he hissed as he charged her.

As soon as he reached her, he suddenly bent over, wheezing and holding his belly. The woman held up her right hand, which was extended in a knife hand blow that was earlier delivered to the mans solar plexus.

Shes right, it does work, the woman said. She then kicked the man over on his stomach and bound his hands and feet with bungee cords. After he was tied up, he was kicked back over on his back. He was swearing and threatening the woman until she pinched his jaw painfully. When he screamed, she shoved the balled up panty in his mouth, then placed duct tape over it.

The mans eyes widened in terror as he realized what was being done to him. The woman then yanked him to his feet by painfully pulling up his arms, and then slammed him against a tree, where she wrapped more bungee cords around his body so he couldnt fall or escape. She placed an extra bungee cord around his forehead so he was forced to look up.

The woman sat down on a large broken tree branch and crossed her legs. Before we get down to business, lets talk, she said. Earlier today, a new friend came to me and told me that how did she phrase it? that I have a warrior inside my psyche and every now and then it yearns to get out. She also said that I need to find a way to settle down this inner warrior or else Ill find myself looking for excuses and reasons to fight. Do you know anything about this?

The man mumbled through his gag and struggled to get loose from the tree.

Maybe its better if I give you an example. Originally, I wanted to protect my business from people who wanted to damage it, but now people come from all over to challenge me to fight, for no reason than to prove theyre the new tough man or woman in town. I dont think I enjoy that. Then again, at this moment, theres nothing I would like better than to beat you to a bloody pulp because of all the women you harmed. Will I enjoy that? I dont know, but I know Ill receive satisfaction when the authorities find you and put you away for your crimes. I dont know, I cant agree with her, I dont crave combat like some other friends of mine, yet the friends I hang around participate in combat sports and are highly degreed in what they practice, and they enjoy it. Oh, this is confusing; I dont know what to think.

The man screamed and cursed through his gag, his eyes flashing venom as he struggled against his bonds.

I dont think I appreciate your tone, the woman said, I was thinking of maybe just letting you hang there until morning when they find you, but after that little tirade, I think what you need is a good whack across the head.

She flexed her soles and started stretching her limbs to loosen up.

I think after what you did to the other women, you deserve a good beating. Dont worry; Ill leave enough of you intact so the police can identify you. Ill also make a poster so theyll have the scoop. Now where should I start? I know, since you called me all those names and stuff, Ill start with your face and work my way down. I havent had my workout yet today, so this exercise should do the trick. Oh, and by the way, thanks for listening.

She looked at her victim, and then started things off with a right reverse turning kick to the face.

*****

The next morning, a couple of joggers called the campus police when they saw the body of a man strapped to a tree, heavily beaten. They were surprised to see he was still breathing, but half of his face was puffy and bloody, and it looked like he had some broken bones. He whimpered and pleaded as much as he could through the gag he had to be set free, but there was something that made the joggers hesitant about doing that before the police came. Hanging from his neck was a small poster that said:

Hello,

I am the panty gag rapist, and I have been a bad boy.

Please take me to the authorities so I can be punished for my actions.

Yours truly,

Mr. Rapist.

Soon thereafter, the local media, including the school newspaper came by to investigate the incident, and look for possible clues as to who did this. One of the college newspaper reporters, Barbie Kendoll, jokingly referred to as the Barefoot Reporter because of her tendency to not wear shoes while reporting, asked one of the paramedics if he knew at a glance what injuries the victim sustained. The paramedic told her at first glance without making a more detailed diagnosis that it looked like the man suffered injuries by way of a blunt object.

Like a bat, crowbar, or maybe a human fist or foot? Barbie asked.

Possibly, but if it was by fist or foot, that person would have to be awfully powerful, the paramedic said.

Barbie thought about that and pondered some possibilities. Something about this case sounded a little too familiar.

*****

[Authors Note: Normally I dont make very many references in my stories, but since I brought up so many in this one, I thought it probably would be a good idea to mention where they came from.

There really is a classic short story called The Most Dangerous Game by Richard Connell, and its very good. Its not long for a standard short story (about 13 typewritten pages), and if you dont have it in a selection of short stories, you can look the story up on Google###/span>, and print the story from any of the sites listed there. From this short story, a number of similar stories and movies have popped up, using the same theme.

The phrase Only a fool fights in a burning house, is from an old Star Trek episode, but the name escapes me. You see, the crew of the Starship Enterprise were fighting the Klingons aboard the ship, when this entity appeared and I dont need to go into detail, you Trekkies will recognize the episode!

The song, Lifes been Good to Me So Far, was sung by Joe Walsh from his album, But Seriously Folks. The album was done sometime in the mid-1970s. so was the album Point of Know Return from Kansas, which has the title cut and Dust in the Wind. Being a longtime Kansas fan, I would say that its one of their best works.

James Galway is an excellent flutist, and he demonstrates that on his album Japan The Enchanted Forest, done in 1988. The song I mentioned was Harukoma (Spring Horse-Dance). If you like classical flute, youll enjoy his work.

I also made a few references from my previous stories with earlier characters, mainly for the purpose of getting beat up. Claudia, Annie, and her friends I used previously in Fred Again? and more specifically in The Gangs All Here. The three thugs who Crimson defeated in the woods were beat up by Betty previously in Fred Again? Rocco got a more detailed beating by Betty in Rocco is Raw Meat. And finally, the rapist getting tied to a tree and beat to a pulp was done to an earlier antagonist by Susan in my first story, Susans Bad Day, Part 1. All these stories can be found in my bookshelf under Mongoose.

Its not that I ran out of characters or ideas, I just figured the bad guys mentioned earlier could probably use another whack across the head.]

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