Unconventional Battle: The Boxing Match Showdown

I stopped at the door and nodded my head for Amie to follow. The next day there was a boxing ring set up in the middle of the gym and it was packed with parents and students from both schools.

I guess my father putting up a grand bounty on my head had sparked everyone’s interest. I felt a tap to my shoulder and made my way to my dressing room to get prepared. I was in the middle of my rubdown when the boy’s coach walked into my dressing room with another man.

“Excuse me, but I’m the boxing coach for the boys’ team and I need to hear from Miss Santorin personally that she is willing to go on with this exhibition. I’ve got the district’s boxing official who is the referee for the bout with me. I would also like to know who had called

the amateur boxing commission and invited three of their judges to this contest as well.”
“I’m Jade Santorin’s boxing coach. I advise you to get your boys ready. This isn’t going to be pretty now that you have come into my fighter’s dressing room trying to mess with her head. You got about half a damn second to get the fuck out of here or the two of us are going to have a discussion.”
The referee quickly jumped in-between both men and the boys boxing coach yelled out that I was warned. I paid the man, no mind and got off the table when my coach said it was time for me to warm up as I hear the prefight instructions. I stopped only once with my warm up routine when the man started repeating the instructions over again. My coach just laughed and told the man he might as well give the soon to be departed their last rites. He could see in the man’s eyes that I was more than what he had expected. When the knock came to the door, we all got in a circle and locked arms over each other’s shoulders and listen to my coach’s final instructions.
“It’s time for Princess Terror to come out to play. This is no joke. This is no practice. This is no exhibition. This is an ass whooping so open up a can and let the whoop out. It’s time to see your subjects’ princess and wreak terror.”
I waited at the gym’s door for my announcement. The head master of the boys’ school had just finished the introductions of his five fighters and held out the microphone for my head mistress. When she reached for it, the man dropped it to the floor before their hands met and snickered at her. The five boys and many of those from our brother school laughed. I’ve seen my head mistress angry before, but she was on fire now.
“Standing at five feet five and one half inches, she is the shining light of the Andorra Girls Academy! She has a record of twenty two wins and no losses. Eighteen of those wins are by first round knockout, three by second round knockout, and one by conceding of the fight by her opponent’s corner throwing in the towel in the middle of the first round! She is voted the number one girls’ fighter in the state by the amateur boxing commission and the reason why three of their judges are here for this fight. She is the undisputed, undefeated, and reigning girls’ golden glove champion for the past three years! Students, parents, and teachers, I give you the one, the only, our very own sophomore boxing sensation! Jade “Princess Terror” Santorin!”
I walked out in my silk boxing robe trimmed in pink and my gloves on Amie’s shoulders with my head covered with my hood up and looking down. Three of the top fighters from my gym were holing up a pair of my golden gloves in one hand and my champion chip belts in the other. My coach and cut man (Amie) was bringing up the rear and some of my father’s boys were on both sides to keep people away.
My father’s boys were holding up wireless Bluetooth speakers playing my theme song. It started with the beginning of the old TV show called The Monkeys. Once the last line when they say; Everyone we Meet, changed over to LL Cool J’s; Momma Said Knock you Out. To my surprise, the only person who was cheering me was the headmistress. After she had dropped the microphone in front of the boys’ boxing coach, she started pumping her fist along with my theme music. The rest of the gym was dead silent except for my father laughing.
Once I was in the ring, I did my usual bounce around, pop my neck, and threw a few punches to loosen up the tightness between my warmup and the walk to the ring. I like my robe my father had made for me. It had Princess Terror Santorin in large pink letter across the back with a tiara over top the name. The referee called all fighters to the center of the ring.
“You have all been given your instructions in the dressing room. It has taken much for the school board to allow this contest, and after today, there might be some changes in the bylaws. Have a good contest and keep it clean.”
Amie called me over to my corner to apply Vaseline to my face from a few heavily coated Q-tips in her mouth. Once she was sure my face was coated evenly to help prevents my skin from splitting open, she called for my water bottle. After a sip, she put my mouthpiece in and the two of us touched foreheads as she told me to make the girls who jumped me the other day leave a puddle.
Whenever I fight, except with the girls at the school, there seems to be a part of me that is turned off. Everything around me disappears and the only thing that matters is the person in front of me. I’m not angry with them. I don’t want to hurt them. I just don’t want them standing in front of me anymore. The bell rang and he got to swing at me once before I ducked under his straight right and hit him with a right hook. As he turned, next came the left cross, followed by a straight right, and he was out.
The next three boys didn’t fare any better, but I knew the best of them was coming up and I wanted to make an example of him. Before the bell rang, I called out to my headmistress and asked her if this is the one I should do as she wished. She stood and pointed at the boy and said for me to make an example of him. I beat the boy so badly without touching his face that his corner were holding bags of ice all over his upper torso and both arms.
When the bell rang for the second round I hit him with a stiff left jab and commenced the butt whooping. I made no attempt to hit him with any power, but used my hand speed to put as many bruises on his face to the point of closing both of his eyes without breaking his nose. I could see the referee was about to end the contest, so I pushed him into the ropes, turned him and hit him with everything I had. The right hook had to have broken his jaw as he stood rigid and fell face first to the canvas. Up with both my hands in triumph as I walked to the neutral corner the referee pointed. There was no need for a ten count.
I stood in the ring on one side of the referee and all five boys on the other side as the totals were counted. The boys as a whole received six points where I had received eighty-seven and all bouts by winning with four knockouts in the first round and one in the second. The judges from the amateur commission got into the ring to take pictures with me and so did the Head Mistress. The boys had to be helped out of the ring and out of the gym. Their coach didn’t even congratulate me, but my head mistress must have made a bet with the headmaster of the boys’ school.
I was presented a tall boxing trophy that said Inter School Boxing Champion Jade Santorin. By the look of the brass plate, it was just stuck on the wooden base moments ago. I had enough of these things and gave it to the academy in my acceptance speech to both schools. The following day, no one called me names, (except Princess Terror that is) and it was the first time I was able to go to the bathroom without hearing snide remarks behind my back.
The headmistress was right.

Once I beat the crap out of a few boys, then the girls would back away. Unfortunately, the crowd of boys that were always lined up trying to get my attention had more than doubled. How did I know the guys in the boxing club were a bunch of assholes and I had done the boys a favor? Now they wanted to take me out on dates to show their appreciation. I’m glad I’d finally gotten over my jealousy with Amie is having bigger boobs than mine and we had rekindled our friendship as if we never had a fight over the same boy.

I grabbed Amie’s hand with mine and we made a mad dash for the car. It was like the two of us were teen idols. The boys had their cell phones out taking pictures. There were even a few boys who were holding up pictures of me in the ring with my robe off and a great shot of me knocking out my final opponent. One picture nearly had me tripping over my own two feet.

It was a picture of me in a wedding dress wearing pink boxing gloves and holding a bouquet of flowers. I might have to find a way of getting me a copy of that one. For now all I wanted to do was get home and to make me an ice cream Sunday and watch my new favorite romantic comedy that had just come out on

DVD.
Once we were inside through all the calls for the two of us to go out on double dates, a guy saying that he would even be jealous of himself if he was Amie’s boyfriend, and a group of boys saying how I knock them out because I’m beautiful. That one had me and Amie all red faced and giggling. Our fun slammed to a complete halt the moment we noticed who was in the car with us. Our parents were sitting on the long couch on the side with all eyes on the two of us.
Amie’s parents looked in shock. That would only mean she hadn’t told them about the boys lining up every day waiting for us to appear, but I knew what was going on with my parents. At lease I knew what my dad thought about all this by the snarl and low growl he was making. It was obvious that my dad’s plan had backfired big time. In place of the boys running in fear, they were holding up large signs as if we were a girl band. My mother on the other hand was pointing excitedly at her copy of the picture with me in the wedding dress and holding a bouquet in my pink boxing gloves. Now I had to think about if I should make a copy of it or just steal it outright. That had to wait for later.
I could feel Amie’s fright through her hand and turned towards her. I ignored our parents and the two of us just started talking about the cute boys who were holding up our pictures and screaming like teenage girls do when boys makes fools of themselves. Next came which one would we like to kiss and why. As expected our mothers moved closer to us and our father moved further away. One thing that shocked me, our mothers passed us copies of me in the wedding dress with pink gloves and Amie in a wedding dress with a Q-tip in her mouth like the cut man. Of course, we looked at our pictures and screamed with our mothers joining in.