Two Against One
by OldDave
Two boys learn a lesson from a young girl 


This is a fairly short story because it is basically true one that did not go
on for very long. I say basically true because some of the details are dimmed
by the passage of more than three decades since I observed the scene described
below. But only a few details have been added. The overall story is as it
happened.

Looking out my front window at the park across the street I noticed three
young kids roughhousing on the broad expanse of lawn. As I looked over I say
that it was two boys and a girl of about 12 or 13 and it appeared that the
boys were ganging up on the girl, trying, but not very successfully to bring
her down. They were all about the same size, 5"2" to 5"4" with the girl being
a little taller than the two boys. The boys were dressed in jeans and t-shirts
while the young girl was in cutoffs and a red sleeveless top. One of the boys
was a skinny blond with pipestem arms while the other boy was brown haired and
pudgy with a soft look to him. The young girl in contrast had a firm look to
her budding tomboyish body and her shoulder length dark hair bounced healthily
as she engaged in a shoving match with the two boys.

As I came out on my porch for a better look the boys each grabbed the girl by
the wrist and began to pull on her arms. The hard little muscles stood out on
her arms as she resisted the pull of the boys, who were very slowly pulling
her arms out. She suddenly relaxed her arms causing the boys, who were pulling
backward, to stumble and loosen their grips. This allowed the girl to jerk her
arms free and she then grabbed the skinny boy's left wrist with both hands and
spun him around to crash into the bigger boy, sending him to the ground. The
blond boy did not fall due to the girl retaining her grip and she proceeded to
spin him around a couple of times before letting him go. His momentum carried
him a few stumbling steps before he too crashed to the ground.

The girl then turned to deal with the bigger boy and seeing him on his hands
and knees she jumped onto his back, forcing him down on his stomach. She
grabbed one of his arms and twisted it up tightly behind his back, causing him
to yelp with pain.

"Help Jimmy" he called to his friend who was lying on the ground several feet
away. "Get her off of me!"

Jimmy slowly rose to his feet and started forward to help his friend. The
aggressive young girl pushed the bigger boy's face down into the grass and
gave his arm a final twist and rose to meet her second opponent. Jimmy came to
a stop as she stood up and raised his skinny arms in a defensive posture as if
to ward her off. The young girl stepped forward and brought here arms up
between his and pushed his arms out of the way as she stepped in and grasped
his head in a tight headlock, forcing his head down to her side and began to
squeeze his neck. She began to walk around with the boy bent over and trying
ineffectually to pull her arms apart. With their positions reversed he yelled
for his friend to get up and help him

As the bigger boy got up to his hands and knees the girl, her victim securely
in tow, came up behind him, planted her foot on his butt and shoved him back
down face first into the grass. Failing to learn from this experience the
pudgy boy got to his knees 2 or 3 more times only to end up being pushed back
down by the clearly in charge girl. It was quite a sight to see. Here was this
fairly small girl holding one boy flapping helpless in his painful headlock
with the other boy being pushed continuously on the ground by her foot. With
his friend continuing to plead for help the frustrated boy rolled over on his
back and tried to sit up but his tormentress just put a foot on his shoulder
and forced him back onto the ground. She then gave Jimmy a final hard squeeze
with her small hard arms and pushed him away, once again causing him to
stumble forward and crumble to the ground, massaging his sore neck.

This one-sided struggle continued as the girl once again shoved the bigger
boy, who was beginning to rise, onto his back and sat heavily down on his
bulky stomach and pinned his soft looking arms to the ground behind his head.
The young boy tried to twist and turn and buck the girl off but she was too
strong for him and kept his arms securely pinned to the ground. Every time he
would try to throw her off she would rise up off of him and then come down
hard on his protruding belly, forcing the air from him.

Soon he stopped trying to get free on his own and yelled for his friend to get
up and help him. Reluctantly the skinny blond boy got to his feet and walked
over to help his friend. As he came up behind the girl seated comfortably on
the other boy's prone body he grabbed her shoulders and tried to pull her off.
As he tried to pull her backwards off the other boy, the girl leaned forward
to counter his action and then, letting go of the pinned boy's wrists, she sat
up and gripped the blond boy's wrist with both hands and pulled him over her
shoulder onto the face and chest of the boy beneath her. She then pulled Jimmy
so that he was face down on top of his friend and twisted his arm up behind
his back with his other arm wedged between them. Now she had both boys
helpless; one face down on the other with his arm in a tight hammerlock and
the other on his back with his partner lying across his face and chest and the
girl sitting triumphantly on his stomach. It was quite a sight to see. In less
than ten minutes one trim young girl had taken on two boys her size
simultaneously and effortlessly defeated them.

The scuffle and it had been just that, a scuffle between kids not an out and
out fight, was over. "You guys give up," she asked as she pushed on the blond
boys arm and body.

"Yes, yes, let me go" yelped Jimmy, clearly in pain from his twisted arm.

"How about you Ronnie" inquired the victorious young girl.

"I give" was his muffled reply as she continued to push the blond boy's body
into his face.

"Say please guys or I'll sit here all day" she informed them.

"Please let us up" they chorused, "you win." With their submission she stood
up and half lifted the blond boy off the gasping boy at the bottom of the
pile. She finished helping the blond boy to his feet and then reached down and
grasped the larger boy's hand and pulled him to his feet.

"That was fun guys, see you tomorrow," she told them as she turned and started
across the street. As she walked toward my side of the street with the
moisture of her exercise making her olive skin glisten she notice me leaning
on the porch.

"Hi," she said as she came abreast of my porch.

"That was quite a fight," I told her.

"Ah those guys are easy, I beat them all the time," she bragged as she stopped
and stepped up on my porch steps.

"Where did you learn to fight like that," I asked her.

"From my older sister," she informed me. "She is really strong. She beats her
boy friend all the time."

"Oh, how old are they," I asked.

"She's 16 and he's 19," she told me. "And he's a lot bigger than she is."

I found this conversation fascinating but knew I could not continue it so I
told her again how well she had done and turned to go back inside. She beamed
and waved goodbye. I never saw her again but have always remembered that young
girl and her one-sided defeat of two boys.