Muscle men vs younger gymnasts

Tom had never been very good at sports. He was big and slow and didn't have very good hand-eye co-ordination. Other boys laughed at him, bullied him, while the girls just ignored him.

An enthusiastic Basketball fan, Tom would practise for hours and hours outside his house every day hoping to one day make the school team. He got better, he got close, but never made the team. 

Early in his senior year however, he wandered into the Gym one day and it was there that he found his niche. 

Tom channelled all of his frustrations into lifting weights and as he progressed, week after week, month after month, he began to feel better about himself. People complimented him on his muscle gains and were envious of his new, muscular physique. In time, he became a bully himself, intimidating the smaller, weaker boys with his size and strength. Girls began to take notice of the muscular hunk and by the time he graduated high school, he was revered, respected and feared.

Not much changed as he entered adulthood, as pumping iron and getting laid were about the only two things on his mind most of the time. It didn't come as much surprise when Tom dropped out of College as he pursued his new dream of becoming a professional bodybuilder. At 21, he stood a lofty 6'4" with shaved blond hair and weighed an imposing 255lbs of hard, thick, chiselled muscle. 

While he worked on breaking into the ranks of professional Bodybuilding, Tom moved back in with his parents and younger brother, Nick.

It was a warm Friday afternoon when Tom noticed them first. A giggling bunch of young teenage girls on bicycles, eyeing him from across the street as he worked out in his garage that was open at the front of the house. The girls were at that age where they were all-consumed by their fondness for fashion, make-up and cute guys. Every time Tom looked up, they were there; looking back, whispering, giggling. 

The giggling girls were just starting to put Tom off his reps when Nick came home from school. Not more than 5 minutes later, Nick re-emerged from the house having changed and dribbling a Basketball. Tom was proud of his younger brother as he had managed to achieve something Tom couldn't – to play for his high school Basketball team. Nick in turn looked up to Tom as a typical “big brother” - his protector and mentor and there was enough of an age gap, with Nick being 19, that there wasn't any rivalry between the two brothers. Nick excelled in most sports, particularly Basketball, being tall like his brother, only thinner and much more wiry, ideal for the game. Since he'd been back home, Tom enjoyed attending Nick's high school games and cheering him on. They exchanged high fives as Nick headed off to the local courts for a practise before dinner.

After Tom had completed another set of deadlifts, he noticed the girls had gone too. “Good!” He thought to himself, “They were just beginning to annoy me.”

Tom got back to the serious business of heavy lifting. 20 minutes later and he was just finishing up his workout when Tom was greeted to a sight that shocked him to his core – the sight of his brother Nick slowly being helped back to the house by two of his Basketball team mates, Rob and Dean. His arms draped around their necks as they helped him walk, his mouth and nose bloodied and his eyes welled up with tears.

“WHAT THE...!” Tom remarked, dropping his heavy dumbells and racing into the house after Nick and the two other boys. 

“What's up? Taken a bad spill?” Tom began questioning as the boys eased Nick down onto the couch inside the house.

“No? Was he hit by a bike, a car?” Tom continued pressing to find the cause of Nick's injuries. 

The boys did not answer and Nick looked like he did not want them to either, only shaking his head at his brother's incorrect guesses. 

“Come on dude, it can't be that bad. That time you broke your arm last summer, we were laughing while I drove you to the hospital.” Tom continued, thinking Nick was surely too old now to sob like a little kid over a bit of rough and tumble, pain and blood. 

“Just forget it...” Nick snivelled in between dabbing the blood away from his mouth and nose with a tissue.

“NO.” Tom pressed on. “If you've been in a fight, I want to know who with!”

“Leave me alone!” Nick whined back as he attempted to get off the couch, only to be pushed back down by his big brother. 

“Who with? Who did this to you?” Tom demanded the truth.

Nick simply would not say. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” He cried, charging out of the room, to the solitude of his bedroom.

“Hey, we have to get home.” Nick's buddy Rob then spoke up to no one in particular.

“OH NO YOU DON'T” Tom roared, clearly losing his cool now, catching Rob by the throat before he could slip away.

“YOU WERE WITH HIM THIS AFTERNOON WHEN THIS HAPPENED, NOW TELL ME!” 

Rob's heart began racing, he began to shake in the grip of Tom's huge paw. Muscles popping out of his forearms, his huge traps flaring like a deadly cobra either side of his furious face.

“TELL ME WHOSE ASS I'M GONNA KICK!? WAS IT YOU???”

“NO!” Rob yelped, genuinely fearing for his life. Nick had asked no one tell anyone about what had happened, and as much as Rob wanted to uphold his friend's wish, his fear of Tom, in a fit of classic 'roid rage' outweighed all else at that moment. 

“THEN WHO???” Tom growled, veins growing in his forehead, one eye bulging in rage.

“A GIRL...” Rob whimpered as Tom's eyes widened in shock. “A younger girl...” He continued as Tom's grip loosened. “Nick got into a fight with a younger girl and she... She beat him up...” He almost burst into tears himself recounting the humiliation of his friend.

Ashley had always been a bully. At 18, the sporty tom-boy teenager loved little more than to prove herself superior to boys - academically and athletically – and then let them know about it. She was a natural at just about every sport or physical activity she took part in but it was Gymnastics that she chose to invest most of her energy into. Its combination of speed, strength, agility and poise suited her perfectly.

“YOU SUCK!” Nick heard a young girl's voice call as he missed another basket.

He ignored her as he and starting team mates Rob, Dean, Trent and Swoop continued their practice session. 

They practised dribbling and passing as the five of them worked their way up the court to the basket. The five 19-year-old boys passed from one to the other until finally Swoop passed to Trent and he jumped, attempting a slam-dunk. Unfortunately he didn't quite make it with the ball coming off the rim, and to make matters worse, Trent landed awkwardly, twisting his ankle upon touching down.

“Unlucky, man.” One of the team offered as they helped him slowly back to his feet. “Nice try, dude.”

Girly-giggles continued to be heard as Trent limped off the court, clearly done for the day, helped by Swoop as the two of them called an end to their practise session and left the court.

Nick was keen to get another 15 minutes in, citing they had a big game coming up next week. So the 3 boys continued on. 

“O. M. G. - YOU SUCK!!” Nick heard the same girl yell as the ball came off his foot and rolled over to her.

“Why are you even wasting time on the court, you fucking DORK!?” She continued to harass him, picking up the stray ball and marching over to him, backed up by her three friends.

The girl was a couple of years younger than the boys at 18 and wore a tight black addidas leotard with white stripes at the side and a matching black sneakers. Her dark blonde hair tied into a high, tight pony-tail. She wasn't that tall, at just five feet, but she brazenly stepped up to the six foot, older Basketball players. 

“Shut the fuck up, bitch.” Nick spat back at her, having heard enough of her abuse. “...And give me the ball back.”

“No.” She said, surprising him. She sighed like an angry mother taking away a child's toy, eyeing the two other older and taller boys. “You fucking suck!” She repeated the insult again.

“Yeah, you tell them Ashley!” Another mixed-raced girl spoke up. “No wonder our school beats their school in every game... They suck!” 

Ashley giggled, continuing to insult the older boys. “Yeah, especially him!” She pointed at Nick. “Have you ever made a basket in your sad pathetic life, like ever?” 

Nick could not believe what he was hearing. But she still kept going. 

“O.M.G.” She suddenly chirped. “Look at his skinny legs, look how skinny they are!!” 

The four girls all burst into fits of giggles as the young man's face grew redder and redder.

“Mine are like, twice as thick as yours!” She looked down, admiring her own flaring calves before her attractive face contorted in disgust looking over at his puny twig-like legs, exposed below the knee in his yellow Basketball shorts.

“Even Emma's legs look stronger than yours!” She looked over at another of the girls in her gang, a doll-faced blonde. 

Nick just sighed in boredom as she looked him dead in the eye. “My legs are WAY stronger than yours.” She told him very matter of factly, with a cruel smirk on her attractive face.

“Just give me the damn ball!” Nick snapped, leaning forward to grab it as she still held the ball, balancing it on her palm at chest height.

“No!” She squealed, side-stepping him before bursting out into more laughter. “Look how SLOW he is!” She teased in front of her friends, electing more laughter from them. “He's so slow, no wonder he sucks so much.” 

Ashley began bouncing and dribbling Nick's ball as she continued. “I don't even play Basketball, but I bet I could beat you one-on-one, loser.” She bounced the ball around him. 

“Oh yeah, you'd totally kick his ass, Ash.” Kirsten, the black girl joined in as Ashley passed her the ball and the girls began passing it amongst themselves. 

Ashley put her hands on her hips, squaring up to the older boy. “Whaddya say, loser? Maybe you could actually learn something!” 

Suddenly Emma squealed as Dean roughly attempted to get the ball from her. Ashley called for the ball again as her friend passed it to her. 

“You ALL suck!” Ashley insulted them again as she caught the ball again, the girls keeping it from the older boys.

“Come on, loser.” Ashley turned her attention back to Nick. Occasionally he would jump at her and attempt to grab the ball, but each time she was too quick for him. 

She faked a couple of passes at him, giggling as his hands instinctively rose. “Come on, loser.” She narrowed her eyes at him and shot at the basket. The ball dropped through the hoop cleanly without touching the sides, the netting sounding a neat swish as it passed through. 

Nick got into position to catch the ball but felt himself pushed aggressively out of the way. 

“That's 1 – 0.” Ashley cooed, catching the ball once again as Nick staggered from her shove.

“I'm not playing!” Nick whined. 

“Awww.” Ashley mocked him. “Scared I'll beat you in front of your Boyfriends?” 

 

“Come on, Nicky dude, teach this bitch a lesson!” Dean chimed in, encouraging his buddy.

“Yeah man, you can't take this shit from a GIRL.” Rob followed up, clearly wanting to see Nick put her in her place.

Nick, captain of the team, now felt duty-bound to accept her challenge and restore pride for the guys after all her insults and arrogantly thinking she could beat him one on one.

“OK, little girl, you're on!” he spat, narrowing his eyes, bending his knees and readying himself for action.

“Haha” Ashley continued to giggle and tease. “Look how much of a geek he looks!” She chirped, clearly excited to have goaded him into accepting her challenge.

“You can have that first one as a practice. Now we'll start over. Best two out of three.” Nick took charge, making the rules. 

Ashley simply nodded and appeared to get serious herself as her friends cheered her on.

“Come on Ashley!” They all cheered. *clap, clap clapclapclap* "ASH-LEY!" They continued like cheerleaders.

Nick shook his head, thinking how easy this was going to be.

Losing to a 18 year old girl? Not possible. He thought.

Suddenly, she passed the ball to him with some authority, clearly trying to catch him out, but using his chest to stop its momentum, he caught it – just. 

“You start, loser...” She said with an evil smirk. “I'll give you the advantage... You're gonna need it.”

Nick had heard enough talk and began dribbling his ball, advancing on her and the basket.

Nick continued to dribble the ball, deciding to have some fun with her before making the basket. He turned his back, spinning around, dribbling the ball through his legs, passing it from one hand to the other. “Still saying I suck, huh? How do you like this?” He continued to show the array of his skills that had impressed his high school coach. 

“Yeah man” Dean called out, watching his buddy show his skills.

“Come on then. Let's see what you can do now.” He challenged his female adversary, continuing to keep the ball from her, rising onto his toes, staying light on his feet and bouncing the ball from one hand to the other in a 'V' pattern.

“A bit out of your depth, huh?” Nick teased as his confidence grew.

With that Ashley broke out of her “ready” stance and surprised him by putting a hand on her hip and power posing, with one of her short, stubby legs bent at the knee like a stroppy teenager. 

“OH PLEASE” she rolled her eyes before stepping forward, lazily reaching out and taking the ball from him, as easy as that, like candy from a baby.

Nick was shocked. He continued to look on as Ashley tossed the ball up with an underhand throw. He watched in horror as the ball dropped neatly through the basket. 

“What were you saying, loser?”

Nick was dumbfounded, left flat footed and slack jawed.

“Y. You... You've played before, right?” He stammered.

“No, loser.” She came back. “I actually think Basketball is one of the dumbest, most boring games there is...”

Nick was infuriated, not only was she insulting him, but his favourite sport as well!

Nick set his jaw and promised himself he would not let this happen. 

“1 – 0” She chirped with that arrogant smirk returning to her pretty young face.

Nick took up the ball and came at her again, all business this time. Looking to side step her, he feinted one way, then to the... DAMMIT she had taken the ball again! 

“hehehe... God... You're so SLOW” She continued to verbally taunt him, her bullying words cutting deeper now into his damaged psyche, battered ever more by the fact that his two team mates watched on in shared humiliation as the younger girl and her giggling supporters continued to get the better of him.

She had some fun with him now, dribbling, feinting and teasing him. Every time Nick went for the ball, she was a step ahead, laughing at his failed attempts, mocking and belittling him. Finally she put him out of his misery, jumping high bouncing the ball off the back board as it rebounded dropping through the basket once more as Nick watched on helplessly. 

“2 – 0” She announced proudly. “Why don't you just quit while you're behind, loser?”

“Shut the fuck up!” Nick snapped angrily, defiantly picking up the ball and re-focusing himself for another go.

Nick's confidence and mind was ruins however, and he rushed his next play – simply shooting from way out.

“Nice try, Dork!” Ashley called sarcastically as the ball hit the fence, over a metre away from its intended target. Ashley took possession as Nick all but gave up. He didn't want to humiliate himself any more. 

“Aww. Aren't you even gonna try now, loser?” She carried on. “Smartest thing you've ever done!” And with that she took a run up, dribbling the ball, and jumped. 

Nick couldn't believe how high this little 5ft girl could jump. Her thick, powerful legs sprang her up, up and POW, she slam dunked the ball, catching the basket and swinging back and forth before dismounting with an eye-popping double tuck somersault and landing with effortless grace on the hard asphalt court, posing with her arms aloft and her back arched like a Gymnast finishing her routine. 

Her friends applauded her victory as Nick was again left slack-jawed and speechless. He shook his head, bringing himself back to reality as he looked off to his own friends. They were equally devastated. The disappointment in their eyes was clear to see. They had just watched their team captain, the best player on their team, get thoroughly trounced and humiliated. It wasn't even competitive... He never had a chance.

“Don'tcha think?” Ashley asked, popping some bubble gum into her mouth. 

“What?” Nick asked dejectedly.

“Don'tcha think it's the smartest thing a dumbass loser like you has ever done?”

“Whatever... So you won. Give me my ball back, I'm going home.”

“Aww. Poor wittle baby! Wants to take his ball and go home.” She continued mocking him with his ball pressed to her hip. “No.” She returned defiantly. “I won, I'm keeping it.” She finished in between chomping on her bubble gum. “Run on home then and practice... Maybe if you practice hard enough, you'll be almost as good as me one day... Then again pigs might fly.” Ashley and her friends all laughed as Nick grew angrier.

“But you said you didn't like basketball.” Rob argued, trying a more psychological approach. “Why do you even want his ball?” 

“I dunno...” She replied rolling her eyes for a reason. “I might let my dog play with it.”

“Come on, give it back.” Dean asked politely. “His Brother gave him that ball.”

“Like I give a shit.” Ashley huffed. 

“Yeah, don't give it to them Ashley, they suck.” Her friend Kirsten joined in. 

“Oh yeah totally girl – I'm confiscating it on the grounds of them sucking so badly.” Ashley went back and forth with her friends, continuing to mock the boys. Suddenly an evil grin enveloped her face as she had an idea. “Say 'I dream I was as good as Ashley' … Go on, say it!” She really enjoyed bullying people, making them feel bad for her amusement, it was clear.

“Look, give me my damn ball or else, you're pissing me off now!” Nick snapped harshly.

Ashley and her friends simply burst into laughter. “Or else what, loser?” “...What ARE you gonna do about it?”

“I'll beat the shit out of you, you mouthy little cunt!” Nick's anger grew, now genuinely wanting to follow through with his threat.

Again, Ashley burst into laughter before calming. “I'd like to see you try, dumbass!” Her attractive face eyeing him like something she had wiped from her shoe. “If you think you could take me in a fight, you're even stupider than you look!”

Her words cut ever deeper into his male ego. 

“Hold this for me, girl.” Ashley tossed Nick's ball to her friend Kirsten as she eyed the older, taller boy with contempt. “I think he needs another lesson!”

“You wanna go?” Ashley taunted him as he advanced on the annoying brat with violent intent in his eye. “Come on then bitch boy let's go, come on, hit me.” Ashley turned from sporty girl-jock to gangsta-girl, continuing to goad and harass the older male, getting in his face, shoving his chest, feeding his anger. 

“Get your cameras ready girls, this'll be on Youtube tonight.” Ashley called out as Nick brought his fists up and fired somewhat of a warning jab at her face. 

The two boys and three girls watched on in excitement as the fight got under way. Dean and Rob keen to see Nick give her a good smack. OK – so she won at Basketball, a game... But a fight between a 6ft, 19 year old boy and a 18 year old, 5ft girl could only go one way. The boys knew she'd be going home crying soon enough.

Ashley leaned back and avoided Nick's jab, but he kept up the assault and charged at her with shocking aggression, swinging wild, venomous punches. The tough little girl stood her ground however and took his punches, blocking them with her arms and shoulders. It appeared only a matter of time, however, before the bigger male would simply batter her into submission with his aggression. Again though, she surprised him with her speed and quick reflexes as she caught hold of his wrist. 

Skilfully isolating his thumb with both hands, Ashley bent the digit down and inwards. Shooting pain surged through Nick's senses as he screamed out in agony. Ashley's thumb-lock quickly rendered the taller, older boy to his knees in a feeble attempt to alleviate the hurting she was putting on him.

“Hehe!” She sounded, girlishly laughing at his struggles having brought him to his knees before her. “Hurts, doesn't it loser?” She teased him. Her simple, but effective hold was more than enough to keep him under control. 

“My Mom did a self defence class last week – she showed me this one...” She chirped, looking over to her friends whose gleeful faces all matched Ashley's, excited to see what she would do to him next.

“Hey that's enough! Leave him alone! Let him go!” Nick's buddy, Dean called as he advanced forward with a concerned look on his face.

Ashley cranked up the pressure of her thumb-lock electing a gruesome howl from Nick.

“Stay out of it or I'll break it! I will – I'll break it!” She snapped a harsh warning.

“ARRRGH! Noooo!” Nick bellowed, his face contorted in sheer agony as Dean stopped in his tracks. The boys took a collective dry gulp, realising their pal was completely at this young girl's mercy.

Ashley was a vision of power as she stood with her short, thick legs in a wide stance. Her tight black addidas leotard showing off the contours and sweeps of her dense, powerful thighs and displayed her sturdy arms, a hint of muscle occasionally bulging from beneath their soft, feminine exterior.

“Say you're a loser.” She looked down at him with a cruel smirk. “Say it!” She demanded, twisting his thumb.

“ARGHH!!” Nick yelped, before gritting his teeth. He didn't want to, but the pain was overwhelming. 

“I'm a loser...” Nick meekly submitted amidst much giggling from the girls.

“Haha – he said it! He actually said it!” She whooped, drinking in her power over the older boy. 

Ashley's friend, Kirsten, then stepped up to her from behind and whispered in her ear. As she whispered, both girls eyed Nick over, unable to hide the fun they were having at his expense.

Kirsten backed away as Ashley composed herself before delivering the words that would plunge Nick into even greater shame.

“Say you're a cocksucking faggot!” She demanded with an evil grin.

Ashley's three friends all huddled around, wide grins on their eager faces and holding their phones annoyingly close to Nick's humiliated face.

Nick pleaded and grovelled for her to let him go, begging for mercy, but his tormentor gave him none. She and her friends were loving his suffering as the boys looked on with a collective feeling of helplessness and shame. 

“Let him go, you've made your point!” Nick's two friends argued back and forth with the girls.

While Ashley was busy taunting the boys and joking with the girls, Nick could sense her small, soft hands growing limp against his, her thumb lock losing its intensity. 

Nick composed himself like an animal waiting to pounce. When the moment was right, he exploded into action; yanking his hand away and pulling her towards him, his free hand instinctively balling itself into a fist and ploughing it into her stomach with all the strength he could muster.

He was free! 

A brief look of shock enveloped Ashley's attractive young face but Nick's punch did not have the desired effect.

“Oh, like that really hurt, loser!” She said, keen to put down his efforts but Nick had escaped and he knew he had angered her.

She adjusted her tight black tank leotard, revealing an impressive six pack, not massively ripped, but clearly defined and perfectly symmetrical.

“Bet you're jealous of my abs, huh, loser?” She boasted, running her fingertips playfully over her washboard stomach.

“Why don't you try that again, loser.” She offered, pointing at her belly while her other hand kept her top hiked up.

Nick snarled, full of rage and not needing a second invitation to hit her, even though she was very much a girl.

Nick's two friends cheered him on as he wound up and punched her in the stomach as hard as he could. 

His fist impacted with an audible smack against her abs but again Nick's punch had absolutely no effect. 

“Aww. He's such a wimp.” Ashley giggled to her friends. She then did a silly little dance, running her hand seductively over her chiselled mid-section. Nick couldn't believe it. Was he really that weak? Was she really that tough? 

He swallowed hard as the much shorter girl advanced on him.

“You're a wimp.” She said to him with a mean scowl. And then she lashed out. He didn't even see her punch coming and before he knew it, he was doubled over in pain, feeling like he had been disembowelled by her short, swift thump to his belly.

Nick was right about one thing – he had angered her and now he was paying for it as the little girl went after him, aggressively looking to beat him down. Her moans and soft grunts could be heard as she peppered him with punches, her strikes were not especially heavy given her small frame and girly punching technique but her hard little fists a blur as they penetrated his defences and smacked his face. She was just too damn fast! 

Left, right, left right, she backed him up against the fence of the Basketball court before roughly taking his ears in each hand and driving his head down to meet her upcoming knee. The force from her immensely strong, thick, Gymnast legs was much greater than her punches and it impacted hard on Nick's face, rocking his senses and disorientating him into a state of semi-consciousness. He found himself falling to the hard asphalt, tasting blood and seeing stars. 

Ashley stood over him, power posing with her hands on her hips. “Fucking loser!” She spat, before kicking him in the ribs as he lie on the ground. “That's for hitting me.” She kicked him again. “That's for calling me a cunt!” Again she punted him with the tip of her white sneakers. 

“Urrgh!” Nick groaned as Ashley's rowdy friends cheered her on, loving being witness to her beating up an older boy and still recording the action on their phones. “Yeah girl, fuck that bitch boy up!” “Ash-ley, Ash-ley, Ash-ley!” They cheered.

Finally Dean and Rob rushed in to stop the onslaught as Ashley did another little pose, hands up and back arched, as if finishing a Gymnastics routine before she backed away. Both Dean and Rob had come off worse against Nick in play-fights so seeing Ashley thoroughly trounce him made them both fearful of the younger girl. 

Ashley exchanged high fives with her three friends as they proudly watched Nick being tended to. 

Everything Nick had tried, he had failed miserably. He was beaten. He was humiliated. By a girl. 

...And not only a girl, but a much smaller, younger girl... And a girly-girl with her high dark blonde ponytail dancing as she moved, her creamy sun-kissed skin and figure hugging clothes. Her light feminine perfume and doll-like face with cute little dimples as she smiled at his suffering. 

Beaten and bullied, she had reduced him to feeling absolutely useless. To feeling exactly like how she referred to him – a loser. A good-for-nothing loser. 

Nick felt his eyes well up and his bottom lip quiver as he broke down in tears. 

Ashley's eyes lit up in delight as she saw that she had made the older boy cry. She had broken him, emotionally and physically. The girls exchanged another round of high fives in celebration as they skipped off to the store for some ice cream to cap off what had been a fun afternoon for them whereas Nick was helped home by his two buddies, bloodied sobbing like a baby, never wanting to see a Basketball court again as long as he lived.

“Guys, don't tell anyone about this. It didn't happen – OK?” Nick groaned as the boys headed back to his house. 

“Man, what do you want us to say? Those girls have it all on their phones, remember?”

“Yeah, it'll probably be all over the net by tonight... And you hit her first... She made it look like you started it.”

Nick's head fell in shame. “Just don't say anything.”

All-consumed with getting revenge, Tom wasted no time as he jumped into his black, modified Honda Civic and roared away, back to the Basketball courts where this girl could be found. His furious mind full of violent intent, mulling over whether he would beat her to a lifeless pulp with his bare hands, or whether he would use the brute strength of his massively muscled arms to rip her limb from limb. Finally he amused himself by imaging how she would, no doubt, firstly be peeing her pants in terror, just like that guy at College who he caught his ex-girlfriend cheating with.

However, the girl he was after, along with her friends, appeared to be long gone. Tom drove around until sunset before returning home, but he would not give up. He would search the streets tomorrow and the next day and the day after that. Every day until the day he found her... and smashed her face in!

Tom's anger and craving for retribution did not subside as he noted the deep-seated psychological effect of being beaten up and humiliated by a younger girl had on his brother Nick. His self-esteem and confidence, were in ruins. He stayed isolated, in the solace of his darkened room the whole weekend, only coming out to eat and use the bathroom. When he returned to school, he quit the Basketball team and became a shadow of the once energetic and lively teenager he had been.

Another week passed and Nick was finally making slow progress thanks to Tom showing him the noble art of lifting weights. The brothers worked out together every day in their garage and Nick could see that he wasn't a loser; he was making progress, setting goals, working towards them and making achievements. “I'M NOT A LOSER!” Nick yelled, working the heavy bag with big looping haymakers. Tom nodded proudly as he listened from outside.

Two weeks had now passed since that horrible day in Nick's life, but the memory had begun to fade, his cuts and bruises had healed and life did indeed, go on. 

It was another warm Friday afternoon and Nick heading home from School with Rob, who was trying to persuade his friend to rejoin the Basketball team when they heard a familiar voice.

“HEY ASHLEY – LOOK; IT'S THAT BITCH BOY YOU BEAT UP THE OTHER WEEK!” Nick's head shot around to see the mixed-race girl, Kirsten, along with Ashley herself, riding their little bicycles on the other side of an 8ft fence that enclosed a parkland area.

“HEY YOU CRY-BABY LOOOOOooooozZZerr!!!” Ashley taunted before both girls broke out in giggles. 

“Quick dude, call your bro.” Rob breathed hurriedly. “He's jonesing to get his hands on her – he'll kill her!”

“HAHAHAHA – WAT? GET YOUR BIG BROTHER ONTO ME!? WHAT A LOSER! HEY LOSER, HOW ABOUT I JUMP OVER THIS FENCE AND KNEE YOU IN THE FACE AGAIN AND MAKE YOU GO **BOO-HOO-HOO?**” 

Nick scowled at her and did not hesitate to whip his phone out and call Tom, who took off like lightening.

Part of Nick did feel a tinge of shame, knowing that he, a 19 year old was indeed getting his big brother onto a 18 year old girl, but he knew Tom would scare her silly... He wanted to see her trembling in fear and then for Tom to beat her to within an inch of her life for all the misery she had caused him.

“OH I'M SOOOOooooo SCARED!!!” Ashley yelled before coming closer and getting off her bicycle, squaring up to the two older boys from the other side of the fence.

“Yeah you will be, his brother is a BODYBUILDER!!!” Rob proudly boasted.

Ashley once again broke out in a fit of laughter. Her friend Kirsten however, looked slightly more concerned.

“Oh I can't WAIT to see this!” Ashley cooed, almost wiping away tears from laughing so hard.

“Yeah.” Kirsten backed her friend up, putting her hands on her hips and getting brash, joining in the trash talking as well. “Hate to tell you this, boys, but this isn't the first time some little bitch has got their B.F.F, their big brother, or even their Daddy to try to fight their battles for them against Ashley...”

“Yeah, you tell 'em girl. What do you think happened, loser? You think I can't make grown men cry like little babies too?” Ashley bragged, swinging her hips arrogantly as she stood in a pair of cut off blue denim shorts, and white halter top.

“Yeah, just you wait.”

“Wait for what?” Ashley spat, clearly angered by the boys not being intimidated by her any more. “I'm gonna jump over this fence and beat the shit out of you, you little loser bitches!” 

Ashley was just about to scale the 8ft high wire fence when the roar of Tom's after-sale fitted exhaust sounded as he pulled up next to the boys. He jumped out of his car like a man possessed.

“That's her!” Rob eagerly pointed at Ashley, who jumped down from the fence, back to where she started.

“Right, come around here.” Tom spoke with authority to the girls as he put his arm around Nick's shoulder.

Ashley and Kirsten looked at each other, then at Tom, then back at each other and then giggled.

“Now!” The adult demanded of the child. The imposing man wore faded black jeans and a tight black t-shirt that showcased his massively muscular upper body. His huge pectoral muscles like giant plates in his chest and broad, thick boulders for shoulders.

Ashley looked big Tom up and down with her pretty young face contorted in disgust, like he was the most revolting thing she had laid eyes on.

She then let out a stroppy, pantomimed teenage sigh and was about to scale the fence once more but Kirsten took her wrist.

“No, don't.” Kirsten said nervously.

Ashley pulled her wrist out of Kirsten's grasp. “I'm not scared of HIM!” She spat.

“But he's a bodybuilder!” Kirsten reasoned.

Ashley just laughed. “So?” “...Bodybuilding isn't even a real sport! Just a stupid pageant for dumb-asses on steroids with pea-sized testicles!” 

Tom couldn't believe his ears! His anger boiled over as he became desperate to wring this little girl's neck! In a fit of rage, he marched up to the wire fence and attempted to rip it open with his bare hands. His huge biceps swelled up like mountain peaks and his triceps expanded until the short sleeves of his tee-shirt gave way, tearing from the seams from elbow to shoulder. 

“O.M.G.” Kirsten sounded, “He's like... The Incredible Hulk!” 

“Incredible Hulk? Pfff... More like The Incredible DORK!” Ashley returned as both girls giggled at Tom's failed attempt at pulling apart the fence. 

“You see, Bodybuilders aren't even that strong.” She continued 'educating' her friend. “His muscles might be big, but they're pretty much useless. He might be able to lift a tonne of weight once or twice, but his muscle endurance is way lower than mine. I can do more push ups or pull ups than he could ever dream of. ”

“Your muscles are big and useless!” She said directly to Tom, though the fence with absolute conviction. “...And you're a DORK with no BALLS!” 

Tom stepped back from the fence, growling like a caged animal.

“O.M.G - look how tired he already looks after being a dumb-ass, trying to rip the fence apart.“ Ashley teased, excited that she was angering the grown man.

“You little cunt, I'll tear your head off” Tom roared.

“Yeah, right, puppy-pants loser! I'm going to have fun taking you apart, but not today... I tell you what – tomorrow, 3PM at the Gymnasium... Coach Dawson is leaving early and the janitor doesn't lock up until 4PM. Bring your boyfriends, your crybaby loser brother and whoever else because I'll kick your ass and humiliate you in front of the whole Gymnastics team! YOU'RE going to be the post show entertainment!

Laterz Loserz!

Hehehehe!”

...And with that, the two young girls jumped on the bicycles and peddled away slowly, still giggling with their long hair flowing in the breeze. 

All-consumed with getting revenge, Tom wasted no time as he jumped into his black, modified Honda Civic and roared away, back to the Basketball courts where this girl could be found. His furious mind full of violent intent, mulling over whether he would beat her to a lifeless pulp with his bare hands, or whether he would use the brute strength of his massively muscled arms to rip her limb from limb. Finally he amused himself by imaging how she would, no doubt, firstly be peeing her pants in terror, just like that guy at College who he caught his ex-girlfriend cheating with.

However, the girl he was after, along with her friends, appeared to be long gone. Tom drove around until sunset before returning home, but he would not give up. He would search the streets tomorrow and the next day and the day after that. Every day until the day he found her... and smashed her face in!

Tom's anger and craving for retribution did not subside as he noted the deep-seated psychological effect of being beaten up and humiliated by a younger girl had on his brother Nick. His self-esteem and confidence, were in ruins. He stayed isolated, in the solace of his darkened room the whole weekend, only coming out to eat and use the bathroom. When he returned to school, he quit the Basketball team and became a shadow of the once energetic and lively teenager he had been.

Another week passed and Nick was finally making slow progress thanks to Tom showing him the noble art of lifting weights. The brothers worked out together every day in their garage and Nick could see that he wasn't a loser; he was making progress, setting goals, working towards them and making achievements. “I'M NOT A LOSER!” Nick yelled, working the heavy bag with big looping haymakers. Tom nodded proudly as he listened from outside.

Two weeks had now passed since that horrible day in Nick's life, but the memory had begun to fade, his cuts and bruises had healed and life did indeed, go on. 

It was another warm Friday afternoon and Nick heading home from School with Rob, who was trying to persuade his friend to rejoin the Basketball team when they heard a familiar voice.

“HEY ASHLEY – LOOK; IT'S THAT BITCH BOY YOU BEAT UP THE OTHER WEEK!” Nick's head shot around to see the mixed-race girl, Kirsten, along with Ashley herself, riding their little bicycles on the other side of an 8ft fence that enclosed a parkland area.

“HEY YOU CRY-BABY LOOOOOooooozZZerr!!!” Ashley taunted before both girls broke out in giggles. 

“Quick dude, call your bro.” Rob breathed hurriedly. “He's jonesing to get his hands on her – he'll kill her!”

“HAHAHAHA – WAT? GET YOUR BIG BROTHER ONTO ME!? WHAT A LOSER! HEY LOSER, HOW ABOUT I JUMP OVER THIS FENCE AND KNEE YOU IN THE FACE AGAIN AND MAKE YOU GO **BOO-HOO-HOO?**” 

Nick scowled at her and did not hesitate to whip his phone out and call Tom, who took off like lightening.

Part of Nick did feel a tinge of shame, knowing that he, a 19 year old was indeed getting his big brother onto a 18 year old girl, but he knew Tom would scare her silly... He wanted to see her trembling in fear and then for Tom to beat her to within an inch of her life for all the misery she had caused him.

“OH I'M SOOOOooooo SCARED!!!” Ashley yelled before coming closer and getting off her bicycle, squaring up to the two older boys from the other side of the fence.

“Yeah you will be, his brother is a BODYBUILDER!!!” Rob proudly boasted.

Ashley once again broke out in a fit of laughter. Her friend Kirsten however, looked slightly more concerned.

“Oh I can't WAIT to see this!” Ashley cooed, almost wiping away tears from laughing so hard.

“Yeah.” Kirsten backed her friend up, putting her hands on her hips and getting brash, joining in the trash talking as well. “Hate to tell you this, boys, but this isn't the first time some little bitch has got their B.F.F, their big brother, or even their Daddy to try to fight their battles for them against Ashley...”

“Yeah, you tell 'em girl. What do you think happened, loser? You think I can't make grown men cry like little babies too?” Ashley bragged, swinging her hips arrogantly as she stood in a pair of cut off blue denim shorts, and white halter top.

“Yeah, just you wait.”

“Wait for what?” Ashley spat, clearly angered by the boys not being intimidated by her any more. “I'm gonna jump over this fence and beat the shit out of you, you little loser bitches!”