Sherrie proves positive.
by The TKO Kidd, tdesio@hotmail.com
Sherrie is just a highschooler, but she proves without a doubt she can kick a man's ass.


Sherrie Ward, a junior in highschool being a tall brunette of 5'10 1/2", well
built, weighing somewhere between 148lbs, and 155lbs, was always sure to look
for trouble. Not that Sherrie was a delinquent, but that she was always on the
prowl in the evening looking for some boy within' her age group to beatdown in
a fistfight.

Now Sherrie's girlfriends that would be on the hunt for a boy that Sherrie
would be looking to beatdown, never could understand Sherrie's point with
roughing up some boy, but did enjoy the show Sherrie would give them.

Poor boys, that would be either a grade lower then Sherrie, or some nerdy
upper classman that Sherrie would pick these fights with, would always end up
in tears begging, pleading for Sherrie to end her onslaught on them, only
wanting for Sherrie to stop beating them up.

One boy that Sherrie had beaten up was a grade up on Sherrie, being her same
height, but not carrying the body weight Sherrie possessed on her youthful
womanly frame. Sherrie had left the boy in uncontrollable tears, barely able
to pick hisself up from off the ground, after Sherrie nearly stomped a mudhole
in him. Sherrie left the poor boy, with two blackeyes, one swollen completely
shut, and a bloody nose, and nasty split lower lip, with it bleeding as well,
as well as it swelling up fat shortly after his beating ended.

Sure enough as Sherrie would prove repeatedily over and over to her
girlfriends that she could easily take any boy in a fight, her reputation grew
as a girl bully.

Sure enough as good as a girl fighter gets as with Sherrie Ward, she was a
very sweet looking gal. Again 5' 10" 1/2" inches tall, and well built, thick,
firm, and solid, carrying on her upperbody a very pleasurable set of breasts,
that would be evident enough with them being well rounded in size, pushing
themselves out proudly from beneath her upperbody garment, that she would
choose to wear. Even in a baggy sweatshirt, Sherrie's bountiful breast
wouldn't go unnoticed. At her youth still in school, Sherrie was considered
one of the hot looking girls: But not too many boys would approach Sherrie,
knowing of her girl bully temper, and reputation gained from beating up boys.

Well one evening while Sherrie, and two of her girlfriends, Molly and Brenda
having just attended a highschool football game decided to hang about outside
of the school's football stadium. Sherrie was thinking in the line of finding
some boy to beatdown, that night, but all the boys that had attended the game
escaped shortly after, having made their way home, leaving Sherrie with no boy
to pick a fight with.

Brenda and Molly knew what Sherrie had in mind, but considered Sherrie's shot
at taking some boy out in a fight, was lost. Molly then spoke up telling
Sherrie, "Hey, lets say we all go to my place, and spend the night. I'm sure
my mom won't mind, if yours don't, Sherrie, Brenda. Whadda ya say?"

Sherrie then noticed a man still inside the confines of the football stadium
heading towards the front gate. Sherrie then realised it was old man Braxton,
the man that would close up the stadium after games ended. Not that Mr Braxton
was really an old man. He was in his late forties. Mr Braxton was a short
stout fellow of 5' 7", stout, and somewhat of a burly type chap.

Mr Braxton was wearing a short sleeve brown dress shirt, that revealed his
thick burly forearms. Somewhat barrel chested also, carrying a pooch of a
belly, but a solid pooch, not being really a soft gut.

As Mr Braxton came up onto the entrance of the stadium's front gate to make
his exit, Sherrie got a glimmer in her eye.

Molly then spoke up again asking, "Well Sherrie, Brenda, whadda ya say?"
Sherrie didn't answer, now eyeballing Mr Braxton, her next victim. Molly then
realised what Sherrie had on her mind, and spoke up quickly, "Nahhh,, no
freakin' way Sherrie. You're not gonna pick a fight with Mr Braxton are you!?!
No fricken way girlfriend! You'd be no match for him, besides I think he'll
just ignore you, then laugh, then walk away from it all..."

Sherrie then looked at Molly and asked her, "What, you don't think I can kick
some old man's sorry ass?"

Molly replied, "He's really not all that old, Sherrie.. Lets just go, OK?"

Sherrie then asked Brenda, "What do you think Brenda, you agree with Molly
here? You don't think I can kick Mr Braxton's sorry ass for him, and that we
should just go home?"

Brenda replied, "No Sherrie, I think you might be able to, but there is no
sense in it, and yes I agree with Molly,, maybe we should just go like Molly
suggested..."

About this time, Mr Braxton was locking up the front gate entrance of the
football stadium, with Sherrie bringing her attention back to him. Sherrie
then took off her school jacket, revealing her lengthy arms, arms solid, yet
soft in appearance,, a very pleasent sight in themselves alone, exposing them
that were proceeding from a sleeveless white dress shirt that buttoned up in
the front. Sherrie then handed Brenda her jacket telling her, "Here
girlfriend,, hold this for me... I'm about to kick some old goat's ass!"
Brenda took Sherrie's jacket hesitantly, then ask Sherrie, "You sure about
this one Sherrie? You sure Mr Braxton won't report us to the school's
officials, for starting trouble with him?" Sherrie returned to Brenda telling
her, "I'm real sure. Mr Braxton won't be wanting to let anyone know that some
girl still in school kicked his butt for him.."

Molly then spoke up telling Sherrie, "But I'm not sure you are even capable of
beating up Mr Braxton, Sherrie..."

Well Mr Braxton was heading in the general direction of the three girls, then
Sherrie told Molly while cracking her knuckles, "Well watch this..."

Sherrie then spoke out to Mr Braxton as he was making his way towards the
girls, with the intention of walking directly past them, heading to his car
parked on a side street that ran along the stadiums, south side, "Yoo hoo, yoo
hoo, Mr Braxton..."

Mr Braxton realised it was late being a quarter past eleven o'clock, and as he
drew near to Sherrie, along with Molly and Brenda he asked them looking at his
wrist watch, "Shouldn't you girls be home by now? What are you three doing out
this late for? The game ended a little over an hour ago..."

Sherrie then spoke up asking her two girlfriends, "He look like my dad or
something?"

Both girls nodded a negative, then Sherrie continued, "Who you telling to go
home, you old coot?"

Mr Braxton's anger then flared a little bit towards Sherrie with his demeanor
demanding respect. Respect that he felt that he always had due coming to him,
from the younger generation. Mr Braxton then stopped himself just in front of
Sherrie, looking up to her, then looking downward, with his eyes taking in
Sherrie's body, then his eyes followed themselves back to taking attention to
Sherrie's face. Mr Braxton had both hands placed on his hips, as he looked up
to Sherrie, then told her, "You little girl, should be home in bed or
something, and not hanging out this late at night!"

Sherrie then replied asking, "Let me ask you something Mr Braxton.. You some
kind of pervert, looking me up and down like the way you just did? Young girls
turn you on old man?"

Mr Braxton then replied to Sherrie, while trying to work his way around the
three girls, "Geeesh, you definately don't have no respect for your elders..
I'm going home now, someplace you should've been long time ago..."

Sherrie then stepped in front of Mr Braxton, impeding the direction in which
he was heading for. Sherrie then pushed her chest out proudly towards Mr
Braxton, with them on the verge of pressing themselves slightly above his
chest, then said, "Think maybe I should just kick your ass old man... No, I
don't think maybe I'll kick your ass for you. I'm gonna kick your ass for you
Mr Braxton!"

Just as Mr Braxton was about to attempt to avoid Sherrie's threat, and make
his way past her, Sherrie quickly raised her hands, then placing them against
his chest, giving Mr Braxton a hard push away from herself. Mr Braxton
staggered back from Sherrie due to her shoving him, and not wanting to
retaliate against her attack, then told Sherrie, "Look here now,, I don't want
no trouble.. Besides I'm not going to fight back against you.. It would be no
fight for me to turn you over my knee right now, and give you the spanking you
deserve..."

Sherrie then laughed at Mr Braxton, and then told him, "You're not going to
give no one a spanking you old goat, but it's you who's gonna get one!"

Sherrie drew herself quickly upon Mr Braxton, and before he could put up any
defence, Sherrie blasted him with a hard right punch to his face.
"Aaarrrhhhggg!" Mr Braxton staggered back from Sherrie's punch, bringing his
left hand upon his cheek. The punch that Sherrie delivered to Mr Braxton's
face definately hurt him some, and was now stinging, as Mr Braxton was
masaging his left cheek, that was now brightening up with a red crimson.

Mr Braxton then then doubled up his right fist held at his side after
regaining his footing while he was still massaging his cheek with his left
hand.

Molly's eyes widened seeing Mr Braxton about to retaliate Sherrie's punch, and
Brenda was concerned as well, but neither girl was about to interfere with
what was happening between Sherrie, and Mr Braxton.

Before Mr Braxton could use his fist in defence of himself, Sherrie met him
with another shot to his face. This one was a stinging left jab, followed by a
second, then a hard right.

Mr Braxton was beginning to look helpless in the start of this fight, with
Sherrie stepping in towards him, peppering his face with several more stinging
shots. A left, another left, a right, followed by a short fisted punch to Mr
Braxton's face, nearly took him to the ground. Mr Braxton's knees started to
buckle some, but he managed to stay on his feet. Mr Braxton staggered about
the open lawn front left side of the stadium, like a drunken man trying to
gain his bearings.

Sherrie then danced a bit like a fighter would having her arms raised, and
fists cocked ready to execute more punishment on her foe, then told Mr
Braxton, "Come here boy, come and get more of the same. Cause I got a lot
left, from where that came from...."

Mr Braxton had regained some of his senses back, clearing his head of the
confusion, and surprise of what was happening to him. "Damn, this girl is only
a highschooler, and she's kicking my ass!?! Well it's not going to finish that
way!" Mr Braxton exclaimed to himself.

Mr Braxton then raised both his fists up, and in the direction of Sherrie,
then headed towards her: But he only obliged Sherrie in her request. Just as
Mr Braxton was in the motion of taking a right punch to Sherrie's face,
Sherrie quickly met Mr Braxton with a hard swift front kick to his midsection,
sinking the right hard toe of her sneaker into his gut.

"IIIiiieeeaaahhhgggGGG!" The kick to Mr Braxton's stomach, took him back a
couple of paces, then he dropped to his knees. While Mr Braxton sat on his
knees now cluthing his stomach in severe pain, he looked up to Sherrie, with
tears now welling up heavily in his eyes, while she stood before him tall and
proud, pushing her breasts outward like a proud peacock.

Mr Braxton then made a plea to Sherrie, "Please, no more.. You win,, I had
enough..."

Brenda and Molly were smiling now a bit, having being relieved that Sherrie
could handle herself in a fight with a grown man, and that she was definately
in command of this one against Mr Braxton.

Sherrie then looked at Brenda and Molly, and asked the both of them, "Whadda
ya think, should I stop beating him up?"

Molly surprisingly returned to Sherrie, "No kick his ass some more.. I wanna
see more..." Brenda then followed telling Sherrie, "Yeah, you go girlfriend.
Kick his ass!" Molly then followed Brenda with telling Sherrie, "Yeah, besides
he was going to hit you. We saw it all. Now kick his ass really good!"

Mr Braxton was still on his knees holding to his stomach in pain, then as he
looked back up to Sherrie who had returned her attention back to him facing
him again, Sherrie told him, "Well little man, looks like the majority of the
vote is not in your favor. Now get back up on your feet, so I can finish you
off!"

Mr Braxton was too scared to move now, remaining on his knees, trembling with
fear overwhelming him with an icey coldness that was now stinging his gut, not
adding any relief to the pain that presently had his stomach throbbing.

Sherrie then told Mr Braxton, "Well since you want to be such a pussy boy,
allow me to assist you!"

Mr Braxton pleaded out for mercy, while Sherrie took a right fistful of his
graying brown hair, roughly bringing him back up to his feet, "Please,, no
more.. Please don't hurt me no more..."

Sherrie then laughed then said, "Yeah right!"

After Sherrie brought Mr Braxton to his feet having him now standing before
her, she removed her hand from his hair, then took him by his shirt collar
with her left fist closing tightly upon it. Sherrie then held Mr Braxton an
arms length from herself. Before Mr Braxton could make another cry for mercy,
Sherrie yanked him roughly towards her, while driving a hard right fist into
that pooch of a stomach of his, sinking her knuckles deep into his softening
belly.

"AAAaaauuummmfffaaarrrhhhggg..."

The stomach shot that Sherrie delivered to Mr Braxton, began doubling him up,
but before he could find any comfort in being bent completely over, Sherrie
then gripped his shirt collar with both of her fists, and drove a knee shot to
his balls, followed by three more to his midsection.

"IIIiiiaaahhhgggGGG!"

With each driving knee that Sherrie drove into Mr Braxton's stomach, bounced
him up from off his feet, causing him to cry out in pain.

"IIIeeeaaahhhggg!" "AAAaaarrrhhhggg!!" "IIIiiieeeaaahhhgggGGG!!!"

Sherrie then ceased with her assault on Mr Braxton, still having him before
her by his shirt collar, keeping him barely on his feet. Mr Braxton looked a
mess. His hair wildly misplaced in every direction, and his cheeks brusing up
some, with one large ass mouse swelling under his right eyes. Sherrie then
told Mr Braxton, as she watched tears streaming down his battered face, "Now
maybe I think you had enough!"

Sherrie then turned Mr Braxton about facing the street along side of the left
side of the stadium. Sherrie then asked Mr Braxton, "Is that your piece of
shit car over there old man?"

Mr Braxton replied, "Yes,, yesss,, that's my car..."

Sherrie then removed her fists free from having a clutch on Mr Braxton's shirt
collar, then with her right hand, she took a punishing grip on his left
shoulder. Sherrie then began dragging Mr Braxton over to his car, like as if
he was just a little boy, being punished by his not so kind stepmother.
Sherrie then told Mr Braxton as she was walking him, "Now old man, you'll soon
be getting in your car, and driving home. You can tell your wifey whatever you
want, and how you got into this battered condition, but I suppose you won't be
telling her you had gotten beaten up by some girl old enough to be your
daughter."

Brenda and Molly was following Sherrie and Mr Braxton to his car, and just as
Sherrie had Mr Braxton on the drivers side of the car, she replaced both of
her hands on Mr Braxton's shirt collar then turned his back towards it, and
slammed him hard into it. Mr Braxton's back fell against the passenger side
car door hard causing him to groan out loudly in yet more pain.
"AaarrrhhhgggGGG!"

Sherrie held Mr Braxton against the car momentarily, then said, "Something
here just doesn't look right..."

Sherrie then dropped her right fist from Mr Braxton's shirt collar, still
having him gripped tightly by his collar with her left fist. Sherrie then
opened her right fist up, and placed her opened hand before Mr Braxton's face,
then slowly doubled it back up into a fist and drew it back, cocking her arm
now ready to fire one more shot to Mr Braxton's face.

A fresh set of tears then began rolling down Mr Braxton's cheeks, with him
realising what was about to happen next, and before he could whimper out a
plea, Sherrie released her right fist smashing her knuckles deep into Mr
Braxton's nose and mouth, busting his mouth wide open. Blood then began
filling Mr Braxton's mouth while spilling over his lips that were slit wide
open, with his nose bleeding profusely as well.

Sherrie then said, "Now it looks right!"

Sherrie then released Mr Braxton, allowing him to lean heavily against his
automobile.

Then Sherrie returned to her two friends, Molly and Brenda telling them, "Now
we can go home" with Molly returning to Sherrie telling her, "I will never
doubt you again, Sherrie."

Sherrie then laughed and returned to Molly, "Think maybe I'll look Mike Tyson
up, and kick his sorry ass next time!"

Brenda giggled then replied to Sherrie, "Now you're going a bit too far there
girlfriend!"

Sherrie then returned to Brenda asking her, "You think so? LOL"

Then the three girls headed off for home, leaving Mr Braxton a mess to get
into his car.

The end.

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