Coach Henderson is the happiest man around town these days. He has a team of experienced basketball players returning this year and the prospect of winning a state championship looks very good. His point guard is an outstanding ball handler and runs the team like a General. His number 2 guard shoots the ball well and makes good passes to his team mates for easy baskets. And the one problem he was worried about had just been eliminated. Team rebounding worried him during the off season. His center was only 6 foot 2 inches tall and he was the tallest man on the team. Both of his forwards were decent ball players. But one only stood 6 foot tall and the other was slightly less then that. They were out rebounded last year by a wide margin and he didn't see that aspect of the game improving this year. That problem had him very concerned. But not anymore. That's why he is dancing a jig and singing a happy tune. A new kid transferred in today from out of state and the coach knew all about him. Stretch Mathews was on the news and in the papers quite a bit last year. The 7 foot 3 inch young man was the main topic of discussion all over the country. And he was enrolling in school today.

All the praying the coach had been doing finally paid off. The Mayor and City Council were on a mission to modernize and beautify the city. They wanted a family oriented Mall, a high tech Sports Coliseum, and two modern high rise facilities that would rent out office space to various businesses. Fortunately for Coach Henderson, they went out and hired the best Architectural Designer in the country to design and oversee the work. That man was Jim Mathews, who's son just happened to be Stretch Mathews. Stretch was the most highly talented center in the country last year. He averaged 23 points and 14 rebounds a game and was just what Coach Henderson needed. He couldn't wait for the season to start. It was Friday night and just one hour away from the teams first game. Coach Henderson was as giddy as a kid in a candy store with a pocket full of money. The team had practiced for the last two months and everything had gone better then the Coach had expected. The State Championship was looking more and more like a certainty.

His center from last year and one of the forwards had each grown a few inches since their Junior year. He had a talented team loaded with Seniors who wouldn't make silly underclassmen mistakes. And best of all, he had Stretch Mathews. Seeing the boy play in person was more impressive then reading about him in the papers and listening to sportscasters. This was Coach Henderson's year to shine. To prove to everyone that he was a great Coach if he had some talent to work with. He may even get some job offers from Major and Junior Colleges if the year went as well as he predicted it would. He felt like he was finally on his way up and headed for bigger and better things. If the team played up to their capability, there would be no stopping them. Or him. Amy and the other cheerleaders were on the sidelines ready to work the fans up when the team came running out on the floor. There was a lot of talk about the team doing really well this year and maybe even winning a State Championship. She hoped that was the case. Because her and the other girls were tired of cheering for a mediocre team. They worked really hard to get the fans into the game and were very disappointed with the results.

The new transfer student was supposed to make the difference this year to put them over the top. She saw him walking around the school grounds a few times since school started. And he certainly was tall. She never had any opportunity to talk to him because he was a Senior and she was a Sophomore. They ran in different circles so their paths never crossed. She hoped he was as good as everyone said. The team trotted out on the floor and Amy and her cheer leading squad started to work the crowd into a frenzy. It wasn't hard to get them going for a change, because everyone was excited about having Stretch Mathews on their team. As the boys warmed up, the crowd began to chant the young mans name. "STRETCH!..STRETCH!..STRETCH!..STRETCH!" The game started and the cheerleaders began their routines on the sidelines to lead the fans in cheers. Purple and white cheer leading skirts were twirling and flowing with each flip and kick the young girls made. The fans were as excited about the acrobatic moves the cheerleaders preformed as they was about the game. Amy and the girls kept them happy.

The team was up by three points at halftime and the fans were still going crazy in their seats. Amy on the other hand was not very happy. The tall boy was a very good player. But seemed to think he was the only one on the floor. He scored 12 points in the first half but was only 6 for 13 shooting the ball. Passing to an open teammate never crossed the young mans mind. He repeatedly took bad shots instead. By the end of the game, Amy didn't like the young man at all. The team won the game by five points but it was the least talented team they would face all year. Stretch finished with 25 points but was a dismal 12 for 27 shooting the rock. Amy saw trouble over the horizon and it's name was Stretch Mathews. She decided to wait and see how things went. The second game was just as bad as the first. Stretch scored 20 points but missed 16 shots and nearly cost them the game. If it hadn't been for the two free throws the point guard made with 3 seconds to go, they may have lost. They ended up winning the game by two points. Amy was pissed and on her way to confront the ball hogging asshole when the Principal flagged her down and asked how things were coming along with the Christmas party decorations. By the time she could get away, Stretch was nowhere around.

Her mind was made up. If Stretch Mathews played the same way the next game, he was going to get a visit from the schools male beating bully. He would comply with her wishes and be a team player, or she would beat him senseless in front of the team. Meanwhile, she would have to relieve her anger by giving George or Dennis a good beating. Either one would do. It happened. The team was down by one point with 13 seconds to go. The point guard brought the ball up the floor. He turned to pass the ball to his running mate guard because he was their best outside shooter. Stretch worked his way out to the perimeter and reached out with his long arm to snag the pass. He was instantly triple teamed and was twenty feet from the basket. The two that stepped over to help defend him had left their man completely unguarded. They were both right under the basket and in position to make an easy layup. But Stretch took the twenty foot shot instead of passing to one of them. It bounced off of the rim to fall harmlessly to the floor. The buzzer went off and the team lost the game.

Amy was furious. She threw her pom poms in the floor and told her friends to go to the hangout without her. She would meet them there later. She turned and stomped out of the gym, heading for the boys locker room. When she threw open the door and walked in, she could hear some of the boys arguing with each other. She headed that way while shoving boys out of her path. A few of them started to protest about being pushed until they saw who it was. They kept their mouth shut and let her pass. It made them feel like cowards for letting a petite, sixteen year old girl scare them into silence. But Amy was no ordinary girl. George and Dennis followed her around like little puppies and were deathly afraid of her. Those two were the strongest and toughest boys in the school. So it was best not to make her angry. And the cold look in her eyes sent shivers running down their spines. Amy finally cleared a path and reached the three boys arguing. The two boys that were open under the basket was giving Stretch hell for not passing one of them the ball. She got even more pissed off when she heard his answer. "I had a better chance of making that twenty footer then you two losers would of had making a layup. You probably would have dropped the ball. I was the only chance we had."

That's all Amy needed to hear. It was going to be a treat to put this conceited asshole in his place. "HEY ASSHOLE!" "It's time you and I had a little chat." The room got as quiet as a funeral home. They all held their breath, waiting to see what would happen next. Stretch spun around because he was surprised to hear a female voice in the boys locker room. His eyes looked down at the young girl standing there with her hands spread out on her shapely hips. A large smile spread over his face. "Well well, what do we have here? Did you lose your way little girl? You're in the wrong locker room honey. Yours is down the hall." Amy stepped up on the bench that run down the middle of the isle between the lockers so she could look him straight in the eyes. Some of the boys snickered when they noticed she was barely the same height as him now. They shut their mouth and lowered their eyes when she turned and glared at them. Fear quickly filled their body. Satisfied they would keep their mouth shut from now on, she turned her 5 foot 3 inch 109 pound female body back to her soon to be victim. "No asshole, I haven't lost my way. You need to learn a few lessons and I'm going to be your teacher. You can call me Miss Amy. The first lesson you will learn, is how to be a team player and pass the ball. Next, we will cover how to show proper respect to your team mates. And finally, you will learn to keep your big mouth shut until I give you permission to speak. Is that clear asshole?"

The 7 foot 3 inch 269 pound young man stared at her because he wasn't sure he heard correctly. He suddenly burst out laughing. "This is some sort of joke right? You guys have a weird sense of humor trying to pull off a stunt like this. Although I will say this. You picked the right girl for the job." He looked at Amy with a lecherous grin. "Honey, you sure are a sexy little thing in that skimpy cheerleader skirt. You and I are going to have a lot of fun together." He said like he was Gods gift to women. Amy looked at the tall young man and smiled. "OK wimp, I've decided to revise the order of your lessons. We will start with you keeping your big mouth shut until I give you permission to speak. And that lesson begins right now." "SMACK!" Her hard right busted his lip. "YOU CRAZY LITTLE BITCH! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF HERE BEFORE I THROW YOU OUT!" He screamed. "I can see you're going to need a lot of training. Because you're speaking without my permission again asshole." "SMACK!" She broke his nose and knocked him back into the lockers. "THAT'S IT BITCH! NOW I'M GOING TO REALLY HURT YOU!" Stretch stepped up to throw a hay maker at the pretty young cheerleader and knock her off of the bench. But Amy was way to fast and agile for the lanky young man.

Before he could complete his swing, she snapped her smooth skinned leg forward and buried her tennis shoe deep in his stomach. "WHAM!" The air rushed out of his lungs and he bent over from the pain. "CRACK!" Her uppercut to his chin knocked him back into the lockers. Amy jumped down from the bench and went to work on his mid section with rock solid punches. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" The punches sucked all of the air out of the young mans lungs and his face turned as red as a fire truck. "SMACK!" A left hook to his jaw sent him crashing to the floor. The crowd fell completely silent. It was one thing to hear about Amy and how she could beat up and control a much larger, more muscular male. But it was another to actually see her in action. All the doubts they had about the validity of the stories they heard were quickly wiped from their minds. Amy was dangerous. "Get up asshole, school is still in session." She ordered. Stretch lie there trying to get his breathing under control. His stomach felt like he had been repeatedly kicked by a mule. The cocky little bitch was standing there giving him orders and it thoroughly pissed him off. And that smirk on her pretty face was really getting on his nerves. It was time to show her she was messing with the big boys now and fuck her up.

Stretch climbed to his feet and faced the tormenting young girl with hatred in his eyes and rage covering his face. "You're going to wish you were dead when I get through with you bitch." Large male fists attached to long muscular arms came flying at Amy with bone crushing power packed in each punch. The nimble young cheerleader bobbed and weaved around them all with ease. The big man was just to slow. The purple and white cheer leading skirt was flowing around her curved hips while she danced. The male spectators were getting aroused watching the pretty young girl move her sexy body to avoid his thunderous punches. When Stretch missed a roundhouse right and was slightly off balance, Amy struck with the speed of a cobra. "THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" Two hard lefts to his ribs was followed by a right cross that landed between his eyes. The tall boy stumbled back in surprise. Amy had him on the defensive and wanted to keep him that way. He didn't look to smart, so she decided to test her theory and find out. She slipped off her tennis shoes and threw them in the air above his head. "CATCH WIMP!" She yelled. Amy smiled when he responded just as she thought he would.

Confused at being out fought by a girl two foot shorter and one hundred and sixty pounds lighter, left the young man with an unclear mind. When she threw her shoes he reached up to grab them without thinking. Amy stepped in and repeatedly drilled him in the stomach with both hard fists. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" The punches brought his head down for her solid right. "SMACK!" His eye exploded in pain and the young man staggered back near the wall. Amy followed with a large smile on her beautiful face. "SMACK!" The other eye was in pain. "You're not to bright are you wimp?" "SMACK!..SMACK!" Both cheeks were turned red and hurting. "You can't fight worth a damn either." "SMACK!..SMACK!" Both sides of his jaw was bruised. "You'll be crawling and begging in no time." Stretch had his back to the wall and couldn't get away from the cute little brown haired whirlwind. She was taking him apart with her hard fists and making him look like a fool. She was so damn quick, he didn't have time to react and evade her punches. And those punches were spearing into him with devastating power. The female gladiator was slowly sapping the strength from his muscular male body. And he could do nothing to stop her.

He reached out to grab her and stop those painful punches from breaking him down. But the fast little female fighter was ready for him to attempt something like that. Amy grasped his arm and spun him around while wrenching it up his back in a hammerlock. The awful pain registered in his brain and a loud ear piercing scream escaped his puffy lips. "AARRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "MY ARM! MY ARM!" She slammed him face first into the wall and grinned. "SLAM!" "What's the matter pussy, does that hurt? I'll bet what I'm going to do next will be very painful for you." "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" Amy blasted him in the ribs and kidney with her rock hard left fist. He was groaning and wincing from the pain. "Are you learning anything yet pansy ass?" She asked with an evil grin. Coach Henderson's office was in the back of the locker room. He heard the commotion going on outside and thought his boys were just horsing around. But the loud scream he heard was a different matter. He decided he better go and investigate. If someone was getting hurt, he needed to stop it and settle his boys down. He opened the door and headed toward the boys lockers to see what was going on.

He reached the lockers and turned to his left to see who was screaming and why. Over the boys heads, he could see Stretch backed against the wall by a brown haired young girl who was beating him to a pulp. He started to go put a stop to it, until he remembered what his best friend Coach Simmons told him. He said a sixteen year old brown haired girl named Amy had interrupted his practice and wouldn't leave the gym. When he tried to force her to go, Amy challenged him to a wrestling match. She proceeded to tie him up in so many painful holds that he lost count of them. She easily beat and humiliated him in front of his boys. By the time it was over, he was shamefully begging and pleading with her to stop hurting him. Amy he said, was strong and cruel. She should be avoided at all cost. At the time, he assumed Coach Simmons had underestimated the girl and became careless. He also thought he had over exaggerated her strength and fighting ability. He could see she wasn't a very big girl and he didn't think he would have a problem throwing her out. But why tempt fate. If she COULD beat him senseless, all his boys would lose their respect for him. It was safer to stay out of it. He slipped back to his office unseen.

Still holding his arm in her hammerlock, Amy grabbed him by the hair and turned Stretch away from the wall. Pushing up on his arm made the young man bend over to ease the pain. She took a large step with her left foot and threw him down the isle. He was cartwheeling his arms to try and regain his balance, but it was useless. He sprawled to the floor and skidded a few feet before coming to a stop. Amy was on him in a flash. She grabbed both arms and placed her right foot in the middle of his back. "Since they call you Stretch, lets see how far I can stretch you asshole." She leaned back and pulled on his arms. "AARRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The pain from the surf board hold was unbearable. He thought she was going to pull his arms out of their sockets. "MY ARMS!" "MY ARMS!" He screamed. "You certainly do an awful lot of screaming you big sissy. Is the sexy little cheerleader to much for you to handle?" She taunted. Amy dropped one of his arms and picked up one of his legs. She bent his elongated body in the bow and arrow until he screamed again. "AARRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "Can't you stop me from hurting you asshole? You're a lot bigger then I am, so make me leave you alone. Get up and stop me wimp. I'm just a girl. Is the big bad basketball player afraid of girls?" She teased.

Amy turned him loose and stepped back smiling. Stretch got to his feet and shook his arms to get the numbness out. "I'm going to kill you bitch. You've taken your last breath." He hatefully threatened. "Not the way you fight pansy ass. Now get on your knees and beg. Before I beat that ugly mug of yours black and blue." Stretch charged at her while swinging like a madman. Punch after wrecking ball punch was chucked at the pretty female warrior, in hopes that one of them would take her fucking head off. For three minutes the tall young man tried to beat her to the floor. His muscular arms pumped his dynamite loaded fists until he wore himself out. The powerful punches were growing weaker by the second. And his labored breathing could be heard all over the room while he tried to suck air in his lungs. Finally, he stood there with his mouth hanging open and his face flushed with exertion. Both mighty arms were hanging lifeless at his sides. And they refused to raise for another attempt. Amy stood in front of him and laughed in his face. She reached up and curled the fingers of her left hand in his shirt to pull his head down where she could easily reach it with her fist. "My turn wimp. You should have crawled and begged when I told you to. Now you'll see why."

She saw the fear in his eyes when she drew back her right fist. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" The poor boys facial features were rapidly changing and swelling. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Both eyes were closing up and his cheeks resembled a blow fish. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" His face was a rainbow of colors and badly swollen everywhere. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Stretches legs buckled and he dropped to his knees. Tears were flowing from his swollen, black and blue eyes like a faucet had been turned on behind each lid. Amy showed the young man no mercy. She continued to beat him like a spoiled brat. Everyone could tell he was helpless and no threat to her anymore. But they were to frightened of the female gladiator to try and intervene on his behalf. "SMACK!" She finally turned him loose and Stretch collapsed to the floor like a child's building blocks falling apart. His large body wracked with sobs while he lie there bawling his heart out. "GET UP WIMP! I'M NOT THROUGH WITH YOU YET!" He lie there afraid to move. "GET YOUR ASS UP BOY! RIGHT NOW!" She sternly commanded.

Stretch struggled to his hands and knees and finally stood on noodle like legs. "Put up those worthless fists of yours and fight asshole." Stretch looked at her through the slits of his badly swollen, tear filled eyes and was scared to death. He turned and bolted for the door. But the beating she had given him hampered his movements. Amy leaped up on the bench and ran down it to leap on his back and drive him to the floor. He landed on his face and stomach, screaming with fear. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Amy flipped him over to his back and easily pinned his muscular arms to the floor with her knees. She removed her white cotton socks and stuffed one in his wide open bawling mouth. She used the other to humiliate him by rubbing it in his swollen face while she laughed. "Where were you going you pathetic little weakling? I thought you wanted to kill me?" Amy teased. "SMACK!" "You males are all alike." "SMACK!" "You run your mouth and threaten to spank me, beat me, or kill me. "SMACK!" And then try to get away when you realise I'm stronger and tougher then you are." "SMACK!" "You're all weak little cry baby's." "SMACK!" "Your place is kneeling at my feet in fear and obeying every order I give you." "SMACK!" "That's where you pathetic losers belong."

Amy removed her sock from his trembling, swollen mouth and sat back. "Do you want some more pussy? Or are you ready to obey me?" "NOOOOOOOOOOOO00!" "PLEASEEEEEEEEEE!" "I'VE HAD ENOUGH! I GIVE UP! I SURRENDER! I SUBMIT! WHAT EVER YOU WANT ME TO SAY! JUST PLEASE DON'T HIT ME ANYMORE! YOU WIN! YOU WIN!" He sobbingly pleaded. "Are you going to be a team player and pass the ball?" She asked. "YES! WHAT EVER YOU WANT!" "Are you going to give your team mates the respect they deserve?" "YES! I SWEAR I WILL!" "Are you going to obey me completely and keep your big mouth shut until I give you permission to speak?" "YES! I'LL OBEY YOU MISS AMY!" He whimpered. "Good boy. You remembered what to call me. Maybe our little chat has been worthwhile." She said smiling. "Yes Miss Amy. I'll be good. I won't cause you or the team anymore trouble." The frightened young man swore. "That's much better. I think you've finally smartened up little man. Just remember your lessons or I'll pay you another visit. You don't want that do you?" She asked grinning. "NO! NO! Please! I'll be good Miss Amy. I promise." He said fearfully.

Amy climbed off of his beaten body and stood in front of him. "Get up and kneel at my feet" She ordered. Stretch rose to his knees and knelt where she told him to. "Now apologise to the team for the way you acted tonight." She commanded. "I'm sorry guys. Please forgive me. It won't happen again. I swear." He said with quivering lips. "Do you all accept his apology?" Amy asked the group. The whole team shook their heads yes. "Thank you guys. I really appreciate it." He replied. "OK wimp. Kiss my feet and prove I haven't wasted my time with your worthless ass tonight." She ordered. "Yes Miss Amy. What ever you say." The beaten young man groveled at her bare feet and placed his busted, swollen lips on her toes and soft smooth skin. He kissed them both like it was his mission in life until she ordered him to stop. "That's good enough boy. I'm satisfied you have learned your lesson. Show me next week that I don't have to repeat them and everything will be fine." Then she glared at the rest of the team. "All of you play up to your potential. Or you'll get a visit from me next." "IS THAT CLEAR BOYS?" She asked confidently. They all nodded yes, while hoping she didn't see their body's trembling. "Good boys. Obey me and you'll stay healthy."

"Now go take your showers or what ever you need to do and get your asses out of here. I'll see you next week from the sidelines." Amy turned toward the door. The frightened young men all scurried out of her way. They watched her leave the locker room like they were in a trance. A collective sigh of relief could be heard when she disappeared out the door and was gone. But their fear of the dominate little cheerleader remained. For the rest of the season, Amy kept her eye on the team. Stretch became the team player she forced him to be and Amy was satisfied. Every time Stretch took a shot, he looked at Amy and prayed she wasn't pissed off because he took it. The team bonded together and played like the Harlem Globetrotters. They were unstoppable for the rest of the year and unbeatable in the State Tournament. The school and Coach Henderson had their first State Championship. Stretch Mathews was sought after by every College in the country. His 21 points and 15 rebound average a game was astounding. But the biggest reason he was being recruited, was his 9 assists per game average. They never saw a big man make so many pin point passes to his team mates in their lives.

The last day of school, the students were crowded in the gym for a final assembly. The Faculty members were giving speeches and wishing all the students well in what ever career they chose. The cheerleaders were on stage one last time to lead the students in the school anthem. As the last Faculty member finished her speech, Stretch Mathews walked down the isle and up the steps to the stage. The whole gym quieted down because he was the most popular boy at school. They thought he was going to make an unscheduled speech and wanted to hear what he had to say. To their surprise, they watched in total silence as he knelt down in front of the chair Amy was sitting in and removed her tennis shoes and socks. Their surprise turned to shock when he bowed his head and lovingly kissed her bare feet. He calmly put her shoes and socks back on her feet and looked up at her beautiful face. He mouthed the words "Thank You" and smiled. She gave him an approving nod with her head and smiled back. He climbed to his feet and walked off of the stage, down the isle, and out the door. The whole gym erupted in a buzz of chatter. Some students were laughing at him while others were still in shock. Everyone was wondering why in the world he would do such a thing. Including the Faculty. They couldn't figure it out. Almost everyone that is. There was 12 basketball players, 9 wrestlers, two head Coaches, and two young men who were slaves that knew exactly why. There was one beautiful, strong, and dominate cheerleader that knew the reason too. She had given the school two State Champion teams and was proud of what she had accomplished. She thought you should always do your best at what ever you were doing. And Amy was a shining example of her philosophy.