Cameo & Cory
By Dragon
Two sisters who love to fight


The following story contains themes of an explicit and adult nature. 
If you are under 18, don't read it. The people represented in this 
story are purely fictional and are not based on any two real sisters 
named Cory and Cameo, living or dead. But if there were a pair of 
sisters named Cory and Cameo.....


                          CAMEO & CORY

Part 1

The first time I saw her, I thought she was the most beautiful 
woman in the world. It was just another cloudless, eighty degree day 
on Venice Beach when she came roller blading past my juice stand. 
She had blonde hair and brown eyes set in the face of an angel. If 
it had only been her face, then perhaps I could have gotten her out 
of my mind, but she also had one of the hardest bodies on a beach 
famous for hard bodies. It was a combination that I just couldn't 
shake. I had to meet her.

I'm not a native Californian. I origionally come from Michigan where 
I worked as a construction worker. Three years ago, I visited here 
on vacation. I never left. Don't let my occupation fool you. My 
friends back in Michigan laughed at me when I told them that I was 
going to sell juice, but juice is a really big business out here. I 
started out three years ago with my first stand. Today I have seven. 

I never did get into surfing, but I was a serious roller hockey 
player, so I decided that the best way to get her attention was 
to strap on my blades and show her my stuff. She came past my stand 
every couple of days, so I set up a stunt along her route and then 
practiced it in the evening until I was sure that I could pull it 
off in my sleep.

When I was ready, I wore my blades to work. She didn't show up for 
the next three days and I was getting kind of nervous, but on the 
fourth day I saw her coming up the sidewalk wearing white shorts and 
a red bikini top. As she passed my stand, I ripped my shirt off and 
started to skate for all I was worth.

I picked up speed and blew by her. Executing a spin in front of her, 
I waved as I passed by. Then I was off to do my trick. On my right 
hand side of the walk was a five foot high cement wall. Along the 
wall, concrete benches were positioned about every fifty feet. I had 
moved two of those benches ten feet on either side of a six foot 
wide break in the wall. The idea was to hop onto the bench, then 
onto the wall, jump the gap, then come down on the second bench and 
land back on the sidewalk. It was a cool looking stunt, and it never 
failed to get people's attention when I made it.

I was now about thirty feet in front of her when I hopped onto the 
first bench and then onto the wall. Maintaining my speed, I easily 
cleared the gap, startling an approaching couple. Then I was ready 
to dismount and introduce myself. At least, that's what I would have 
done if somebody hadn't moved the second bench. It wouldn't have 
been a major problem except that the wall only went another twenty 
feet. Sailing off the end, I was lucky to suffer nothing more than a 
face-plant in the sand.

Rolling over and brushing the sand out of my eyes, I looked up and 
saw her standing over me. She was sucking on a red popsickle and 
staring at me as if as if she were studying an insect.

Slowly withdrawing the popsickle, she said, "That would have 
impressed me when I was thirteen. That was for me, wasn't it?"

"What makes you think that?"

Motioning with the popsickle, she replied, "Because I work in the 
gym over there and I've been watching you practice for the last two 
weeks."

"OK, you caught me. It was for you. I wanted to meet you, and if I 
had to fall on my face to do it, then it was worth it."

"Well, you met me. Good-bye."

She started to skate away.

"Wait," I said calling after her, "at least tell me your name."

"It's Cameo," she said, without looking back.



With a little more persistence and a lot of free juice, I finally 
got her to go out with me. That's when I learned that she was a two 
time national fitness champion. After we had been dating for two 
weeks, I invited her to go jet skiing. We agreed that I should pick 
her up at the gym. Despite the fact that it was only two blocks away 
from where I worked, I had never been there. That's when she warned 
me about her older sister Cory.

She told me that her sister was a champion bodybuilding competitor. 
She also told me that Cory liked to interfere in her love life. She 
didn't get into any details, so I didn't think much of it at the 
time, but I wish that I had listened to her.

I got to the gym around noon. It was a large, well equipped 
bodybuilding gym with an aerobics studio and a boxing ring. As I 
looked around for Cameo, I felt a small, but strong hand on my 
shoulder.

"May I help you?"

The voice came from a muscular blonde woman with a deep tan and a 
dazzling white smile. She was wearing an exercise leotard, and I was 
immediately struck by the fact that she was nearly perfectly 
proportioned. 

Realizing that I had been staring, I regained my composure and said, 
"I'm looking for Cameo, I'm supposed to pick her up here."

"Well that changes everything," she said as she slid her arm around 
my shoulders and rubbed up against me like a cat.

"Let me guess, you're Cory."

"And you must be my sister's new hunk John."

"Uh, yea," was all I could think about replying as her hand crept 
under my shirt and she started feeling my abs.

"Not bad, feels like about twelve percent body fat. Cameo's in the 
back changing. She's probably going to be about twenty minutes. Why 
don't I show you around?"

I didn't see what it could hurt, so I let her show me the gym. Cory 
showed me the various pieces of equipment and had me try a few. As 
we toured the gym, I found out that she and Cameo didn't just work 
there, they were the owners. Coming to the boxing area, Cory 
explained to me that boxing was exploding around the country and 
would be the next big health craze. Handing me a pair of gloves, she 
had me hit the heavy bag a couple of times.

As she held the bag for me she said, "You know, nothing turns my 
sister on more than seeing a man in the ring."

"Really?" I asked.

"Sure, why don't I slip on a pair of gloves and we'll do a little 
light sparring."

"I don't know, I don't think that would look too good."

"Don't worry about it. We'll just be doing it for fun."

With Cory's assurances, I climbed into the ring with her. I've never 
boxed in my life, but it was obvious that Cory had as she easily 
avoided my punches and landed shots at will. Fortunately, she was 
pulling her punches and they did nothing more than sting a bit. It 
was then that Cameo came out of the locker room wearing a pair of 
blue shorts and a white tank top.

"What the hell's going on?" she cried.

"Just playing with your date," Cory replied.

Cory's punches started landing harder and she was actually hurting 
me.

Lowering my gloves, I said, "Hey, we're just supposed to be boxing 
for fun."

"I am having fun," Cory replied as she snapped my head back.

Dazed by the punch, I was helpless as she pounded my body with a 
three punch combination and then sent me to the canvas with a right 
cross. I couldn't believe how easily she had put me down. Getting 
up, I could see that Cory was relaxing against the ropes as Cameo 
started to pull on a pair of gloves.
 
"What are you going to do with those little sister?" Cory asked with 
an amused tone of voice.

"Something I should have done a long time ago," Cameo replied 
with a serious tone of voice. Climbing through the ropes, she said, 
"Get out of here John."

I was only too happy to oblige as the two women circled each other. 
The few members that had been working out had stopped and were now 
gathering to watch the fight. Cammy was about five seven, one 
thirty. Her sister was the same height, but had at least ten extra 
pounds of muscle. There was no doubt Cory had the strength 
advantage as she stepped in and landed a heavy body shot. But you 
don't win a national fitness championship without great abs, Cammy 
showed her as she took the blow and landed a lightning fast left. 
Cory ignored the punch and smashed Cameo's face with a hard right. 
Cammy's head flew back and Cory followed up with a left that sent 
her skittering into a corner. With her sister trapped, Cory used her 
strength to punish her ribs and stomach with a series of uppercuts. 
Stopping for a second, Cory actually yanked Cameo's hands away from 
her face and popped her with a right that send her pitching forward 
onto her hands and knees.

"Come on little sister, I thought you were going to teach me a 
lesson," Cory taunted.

I could see that Cameo's mouth was bloodied as she got up and a few 
drops had spattered her top. Cory stepped back in range and started 
to hit her with a series of left jabs that smeared the blood around. 

Stopping for a moment, Cory looked over at me and said, "I don't 
think Cammy is going to be able to go out with you. How about taking 
me instead?"

"You bitch!" Cameo screamed as she came after Cory with a flurry of 
punches.

Caught off guard, Cory was driven back towards the ropes. Covering 
up, she tried to hit back, but Cameo was all over her. If she 
expected Cameo to tire out, she was wrong. Cameo's punches rocked 
Cory's guard creating openings. Then, with a beautiful left hook to 
the chin, it was Cory's turn to kiss the canvas.

"Good one little sister," Cory said rubbing her jaw.

Cameo wasn't in the mood for talk as she jumped all over Cory as she 
got back up. Cory hit her with a straight left coming in, but Cameo 
wouldn't be denied. Cameo stunned Cory with an uppercut. Cory was 
out on her feet as her little sister delivered two more punches to 
her chin. Cory's eyes rolled back in her head as she toppled 
sideways. Cammy stood over her older sister banging her gloves 
together, but it was all over. Cory was out cold.  A couple of guys 
stepped in to help her as Cameo pulled her gloves off and exited the 
ring.

"Great fight," I said.

"Don't you talk to me," Cameo snapped back.

"I'm sorry Cammy, but Cory tricked me."

"That's not it. Do you know why Cory beat you up? It's because she 
knows I can't stand weak men. I wouldn't even think about being with 
a man my sister can beat up."

I was a little stunned by this as I said, "Well how about a second 
chance?"

"My sister beat you once today. You think you can do better a second 
time around?"

"Well how about if I beat you?"

"Excuse me?"

I knew it had been a stupid thing to say as soon as it came out of 
my mouth.

Thinking fast, I said, "I don't know squat about boxing. If you want 
a contest of strength, how about we wrestle?"

I could see the wheels turning in Cammy's mind as she thought it 
over.

"I suppose that might work. But I want you to beat Cory."

"OK, lets go. Best out of three."

By this time, Cory had been revived, and was listening to our 
exchange. I would have felt better if I could have wrestled Cameo, 
but I still felt confident that I could beat Cory. I had fifty 
pounds on her, and another advantage that they didn't know about. I 
had been a top ranked wrestler in high school and college. After 
recovering for a few minutes, Cory was ready to get back into the 
ring with me. 

Flexing her muscles, she asked, "Ready to take another beating John?"

I didn't answer as we circled. Darting in, I yanked one of Cory's 
feet out from under her. As she went down on her back, I scooped 
both her legs up and tried to wrap my other arm around her neck. Her 
legs were incredibly strong and she nearly kicked me off of her. 
Changing my strategy, I grabbed a leg with each arm and bore down on 
her. It was all I could do to resist her strength. As soon as her 
shoulders hit the canvas, Cameo slapped out a three count on the 
ring apron.

Cory didn't look too happy as she got up. We started again, and I 
tried for the same takedown. This time, Cory did the right thing as 
she dropped on my back. Not heavy enough for that, I thought as I 
straightened up and dumped her. Maintaining my leg hold, I took 
advantage of her obvious inexperience by dropping my full one 
hundred and ninety pounds on her chest. Cory squirmed under me, but 
I still managed to get the three count.

I was encouraged to hear Cameo say, "Kick her ass for me John."

This time Cory wasn't about to let me initiate the action. 
Duplicating my moves, she went for a single leg takedown. Dropping 
on her back, I wrapped my arms around her midsection and yanked her 
off the mat. I could have driven her head through the canvas, but I 
didn't want to hurt her. Instead I swung her body out and sat down 
pinning her shoulders. Cory writhed like an eel in my grasp, and it 
took me a minute to finally pin her, but it was well worth it. Cammy 
had a big smile on her face as she slapped out another three count 
and I knew we were back together. As I stepped out of the ring, she 
proudly wrapped her arms around mine and escorted me towards the 
door.

Looking at Cory, she said, "So much for your plans to ruin my date 
big sister."

We never did go jet skiing. Instead, we went back to her place where 
we licked our wounds - literally. I was bruised and battered, but 
Cameo made it all worth while with the most fantastic night of 
passion that I've ever experienced.



A few weeks later, Cameo gave me a gym membership and let me know in 
no uncertain terms that she expected me to use it. I came to the 
gym, but avoided Cory like the plague. She must have noticed, 
because after a few days she confronted me.

"Listen John, I want to apologize for what I did to you. My sister 
and I have always had a bit of a rivalry going and I used you to get 
to her. It was wrong, and I'd like to make it up to you."

"How?" I asked suspiciously.

"Well, I've been watching you for the last couple of weeks, and your 
progress has been amazing. With the right trainer, you could build 
an awesome body."

"And you'd train me?"

"Hey, don't look a gift horse in the mouth. I'm a former Ms. 
Olympia. Do you know how much I get paid to do this?"

"I'm sorry, it sounds great. It's just that Cameo warned me to stay 
away from you."

"I'm sure it would be OK with her. Besides, Cameo loves a man with a 
hard body, and I'm the woman who can make you hard."

"This doesn't involve boxing, does it?"

"Nope, just some good old fashioned pumping."

"Pumping iron?"

"That to," she said under her breath. "I've got an opening at four. 
How about it?"

"Sounds good to me," I said.


                          - End Part 1 -

Cameo & Cory  Pt2
By: mjohnson@serve.com


The following story contains themes of an explicit and adult nature. 
If you are under 18, don't read it. The people represented in this 
story are purely fictional and are not based on any two real sisters 
named Cory and Cameo, living or dead. But if there were a pair of 
sisters named Cory and Cameo.....


                          CAMEO & CORY

Part 2

Cory was as good as her word. With her as my trainer, I gained ten 
pounds of solid muscle in the next two months. She was so proud of 
me when I benched three hundred pounds, she actually took me out for 
ice cream. And Cameo, she just couldn't keep her hands off of me. 
Things were going great for me until Cory made her move.

It was late on a thursday night after the gym closed. Cory had asked 
me to stop by and help her out with a guest posing routine that she 
was putting together. When I got there, she was dressed in a purple 
bikini top and white shorts. There was a video camera mounted on a 
tripod, and she asked me to tape her as she posed.

Watching Cory go through her routine, I could see why she was a 
champion. Her physique isn't nearly as massive as that of some of 
the female bodybuilders around today, but nobody's come along yet 
with better symmetry. Her muscles rolled around under her deeply 
tanned skin and sprung into steely hard definition as she hit pose 
after pose. When she was finished, her skin was glowing and there 
was a trickle of sweat running down the side of her face.

"Well John, how'd I look?"

"You looked awesome! You should start competing again."

"Thanks, but I'm done with all that. Besides, I'd have to put on 
thirty pounds just to keep up with the girls today."

"No sense messing with perfection."

"Thanks John. Now lets get a shot of me doing it for real. Mind 
helping me pump up?"

Cory spent the next fifteen minutes doing quick sets on all of her 
muscle groups as I handed her the weights. As she finished off with 
her baseball sized biceps, she was glistening with sweat. Toweling 
off, she tossed me a bottle of baby oil.

"Would you get my back?" she asked as she stripped off her shorts to 
reveal her brief bikini bottom.

Putting some oil on my hands, I started to rub her back. Her muscles 
felt hot and hard under my fingers. The erection that had started as 
I watched her pose was now threatening to burst through my jeans as 
I rubbed the oil on her lower back.

As I finished, she looked over her shoulder and said, "You're doing 
a good job, you might as well keep going."

Putting some more oil on my hands, I cupped her buttocks where they 
stuck out below her bottoms and kneaded them with my fingers. I 
could feel a soft layer of fat covering her muscles, but there 
wasn't a trace of cellulite. Her thighs were large and hard from 
years of track. As I finished her diamond shaped calves, she turned 
around so that I could do her front. Moving up, I traced her 
washboard abs until my hands met the undersides of her ample 
breasts. She extended her arms and I felt the muscles that she had 
used to beat me in the ring. With only her chest left to be done, 
she popped her top off letting her big, beautiful breasts quiver 
in front of my face. Her nipples showed me that I wasn't the only 
one excited.

"Finish me," she commanded.

Leaning over her, I pressed my lips into hers as I latched onto her 
breasts. Before I knew what was happening, she had torn my shirt off 
and we were on the mats that covered the floor. Cory and I spent the 
next three hours on those mats exploring every part of each other's 
bodies. Finally, we parted, leaving a large slick spot on the floor. 
Going home, I immediately fell asleep exhausted.

The next morning, I was awoken by the phone ringing. It was Cameo. 
She asked me to pick her up at the gym at closing time. When I got 
there that evening, I ran into Cory straightening up some of the 
equipment. 

Cameo came out of the office and said, "John, Cory, it's so nice to 
see the two of you getting along so well together. My boyfriend and 
my big sister. So how's the training going?"

Cory frowned and said, "She knows."

"Damned right I do. You two morons left the camera running."

"Please Cameo, I didn't mean for anything to happen," I said.

"You keep your mouth shut. This is between me and Cory. I'll get to 
you later. Well big sister, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry Cammy, I..."

"I don't want an apology. I want satisfaction. Do you remember what 
happened when I was sixteen?"

"I remember little sister. Do you remember who won?"

"I remember."

"Are you sure you want this?"

"We're wasting time. Lets get started. John, you just watch. I'll 
settle up with you when we're done."

Cory and Cameo climbed into the boxing ring and stripped off their 
tops leaving them naked from the waist up. Cory was left with a pair 
of red gym shorts while Cameo wore a blue warm-up bottom. The two 
women raised their bare fists and started to stalk each other. Cameo 
scored first with a lightning fast jab that caught Cory square in 
the mouth. Before Cory's hair stopped flying from the impact, Cameo 
reloaded and hit her again. Taking a step back, Cory wiped her mouth 
on the back of her wrist.

Seeing the blood from her split lip, she said, "Not bad little 
sister."

Cameo darted forward with another straight left. Cory sidestepped it 
and drove her fist into the pit of Cameo's stomach. I could actually 
see the split on the top of Cory's bicep as she dug her fist under 
her sister's ribcage. Caught by surprise, Cameo doubled over with a 
"Whoof".

"Not bad, but not good enough," Cory gloated.

Cameo tried to straighten up, but Cory kept her bent over with her 
right hand on the back of Cammy's neck. Using her left, she drove a 
half dozen uppercuts into Cameo's stomach and chest. Cameo must have 
been keeping her abs flexed, because it sounded like Cory was 
hitting a board. Raising her aim a bit, Cory smashed the center of 
Cameo's face. As Cameo's head flew back, I could see her expression 
of anguish. Another punch followed and I saw blood splattering onto 
the canvas. Cory released her hold on the back of Cameo's neck. As 
her sister started to straighten up, Cory hit her in the side of the 
face with a wicked overhand right that flattened her. Cameo flopped 
around on the canvas a bit, and then got to all fours.

Standing over her, Cory said, "Stay down little sister."

"Fuck you big sister!" Cameo yelled as she lunged at Cory from the 
canvas.

Wrapping her arms around her, Cammy drove her more muscular sister 
into the ropes. Unfazed by the attack, Cory used her thick 
quads to drive her knee into Cameo's ribs. Another knee drove Cameo 
backwards. Cory was merciless as she fired punch after punch at her 
sister as she stumbled backwards.

"You should have stayed down little sister. You don't get to be Ms. 
Olympia without a few backstage scraps."

Cory punctuated the last word with a straight right that put Cammy on 
her ass. Cameo sat for a moment rubbing her jaw.

Pointing at her, Cory said, "I'm going to give you one last chance 
little sister. Stay down."

"You know what I really hate big sister," Cameo said, "I hate when 
you tell me what to do."

Cameo rose to her feet and purposefully raised her fists. Blood and 
sweat covered her chest. Cory threw a right-left combination. Cameo 
bobbed out of the way and nailed her big sister with a painful 
straight punch to the nose. Cory responded with a big roundhouse 
right. Cameo ducked and shot her fist into Cory's side. Cory grunted 
and lashed out, but Cammy leapt out of the way. 

"What's the matter big sister? Are your big muscles useless when 
you can't connect? Remember, I didn't get to be Ms. Fitness without 
throwing a few punches myself."

Cory tried to hit Cameo, but her little sister was now showing some 
self control and using her superior speed and stamina to teach Cory 
a boxing lesson. After a few minutes, Cory was drenched with sweat 
and breathing heavily. 

"Feeling tired big sister?" Cameo asked.

Cory responded with a slow, loping left that Cameo easily avoided. 
With a series of combinations, she drove her older sister into a 
corner. Crouching, she shot a dozen quick, hard punches into Cory's 
heaving abdominals. Cory tried to punch her way out, but her blows 
just bounced off of Cameo's rock hard stomach.

With a last desperate effort, Cory placed her hands on Cammy's 
shoulders and tried to push her way out. I could see Cory's big 
triceps quiver with effort as she tried to escape, but she just 
didn't have anything left. Cameo placed her left hand in the middle 
of Cory's chest, pinning her in the corner. With her free hand, she 
snapped Cory's head to the side with a pair of right crosses. Cory's 
head lolled on her shoulders as Cameo surveyed her handiwork. 
Suddenly, Cameo whipped her fist in an uppercut, right under Cory's 
left breast. Cory squeaked as her tit bounced up and jiggled a bit, 
coming to rest on Cameo's knuckles where she had pulled her punch. 

Looking her sister in the eyes, Cameo said, "Remember big sister, I 
had every right to."

Then she finished Cory with an uppercut to the jaw. Cory's eyes 
glazed over and then she pitched forward. Cameo stepped back and let 
her sister fall heavily on her face. Cory's head bounced off the 
canvas and she came to rest with her eyes closed. A bloody stream of 
saliva dribbled from her open mouth.

"Come here John," Cameo commanded.

I stepped through the ropes and bent over to help Cory, but Cameo 
put her hand on my shoulder and said, "No, leave her alone."

"But what if she's hurt?" I protested.

"Don't worry, we're a hard-headed family."

"What do we do?"

"We wait right here."

After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably less than a 
minute, Cory began to stir. As she got to her knees, Cameo reached 
down. Clasping her big sisters wrist, she helped the former Ms. 
Olympia to her feet. Cameo wouldn't be winning any beauty contests 
for a while, but Cory was a real mess. Her left eye was swollen 
shut, she had a fat lip, a broken nose, and a cut under her right 
eye. She swayed for a moment and then steadied herself with her 
sister's help.

Gently reaching up and touching her face, Cory cried, "Ouch! Didn't 
think you had it in you little sister."

"Do you remember what happened when I was sixteen? What you made me 
do after you beat me big sister?"

"I remember."

Cameo ducked between the ropes and turned around to watch us with a 
stoic expression on her face.

"What's going on Cory?" I asked.

Cory looked sad as she reached up and brushed my cheek with the back 
of her hand.

"You know John, I really do like you. I did use you that first day 
to get to my sister, but last night was real." Looking outside the 
ring at her sister, she said, "I'm sorry Cammy, I was wrong when you 
were sixteen, and I was wrong last night. Please don't make me do 
this."

Without any emotion in her voice, Cameo replied, "I'm sorry big 
sister, but there's no other way."

Looking back at me, Cory said, "Sorry John, I lost."

Without warning, Cory decked me with a right. 

"Defend yourself," she urged as I got back to my feet.

Raising my hands, I tried to protect my face as Cory picked me 
apart. Her left hand found my right eye. Her right fist thudded into 
my ribs. I tried to tie her up with my arms, but she just blasted my 
body. As I tried to get away, she grabbed my hair. Yanking my head 
down, she smashed her knee into my face. A hammer blow to the back 
of the neck sent me down to the canvas.

Looking back at Cameo, Cory pleaded, "Please, no more."

"Finish it big sister," she demanded.

"Get up John," Cory said.

"No," I replied.

Cory flipped me on my back with a savage kick to the ribs.

"I said get up."

Clutching my aching side, I painfully got to my feet. Cory waded 
into me. I was now wishing that I had let her teach me how to fight 
as she hit me at will. I tried to hit back, but that just left me 
open for even more punches. I could see the look of concern on 
Cory's face as she battered me. Then she stopped and stood in 
front of me. Without thinking, I punched her in the face. As she 
stumbled backwards, I caught her again. By the time I connected 
a third time, I knew that she was letting me hit her. I could see 
that Cory was ready to go down. 

I started to deliver the final punch, when I heard Cameo yell, 
"Cory! No!"

I hesitated for a moment and then continued with my roundhouse right. 
Snapping to attention, Cory blocked my swing with her forearm and 
countered with a straight right that sent me into the ropes. It was 
all over for me as Cory continued to pound my face. It's strange, 
but I felt sorry for her as I noticed that her knuckles were 
skinned, and I realized that she must be feeling just as much pain 
from her punches as I did.

Cory stopped for a few seconds and looked over at Cameo. Cameo 
nodded and Cory put me away with a big right. When I regained 
consciousness a few minutes later, I found Cory nestling my head 
between her hot, sweat slicked breasts. Cameo was gone.

"I'm sorry you had to pay for what I did," Cory said.

"What happened when she was sixteen?" I asked.

"I stole her boyfriend. But that's not the whole story. She found 
out on her sixteenth birthday. She caught us making out in the 
kitchen during her party. She was so angry, she challenged me to a 
fight. As you might have guessed, we fought a lot when we were kids. 
But this was different, this time it was for real. We went out into 
a clearing in the woods behind our house, Cammy, myself, and her 
boyfriend. I was eighteen at the time. Cameo was a cheerleader, I 
was a track star. She never had a chance. I beat her until she was 
sitting in the middle of that clearing crying. I remember her white 
party dress was torn and covered with blood. I felt so bad about 
what I did, I grabbed Cammy's boyfriend and held him from behind. I 
told her to hit him for cheating on her, but she didn't want to. 
Then I got mad at her. I told her that I would beat her even worse 
if she didn't. I made her beat him as bad as I beat you. Cammy never 
forgave me for that. Now I understand why."

By the time Cory finished her story, she was openly weeping. Cameo 
stepped out from around the locker room door where she had been 
listening to us. I could see that she had been crying also. Stepping 
back into the ring, she helped us both up.

"You know big sister, I've been wanting to do this to you since that 
day. I thought it would make me feel better, but I was wrong. I feel 
like shit. Peace Cory?"

"Peace," she replied.

"What about John?" Cameo asked.

"Fight you for him?"

"That's OK. Why don't you just keep him."

"If that's OK with John."

"I don't suppose I could have both of you?" I asked.

"What was that John? You'd like to fight us both at the same time?"

"Just kidding. Cammy, I like you a lot, but I really clicked with 
your sister. As a matter of fact, my jaw is still clicking from your 
sister. Cory, would you teach me to fight?"

"Cammy's the fighter in the family now. Why don't you ask her?"

"Well Cameo?"

"Sure, we'll start tomorrow. And just between us, Cory loves a man 
with a bruised stomach."


                           - The End -