Cheerleader's Crush V:

Comeback

by

Ronin

Honey Sweeney had a recurring dream. There would be a knock at

her door. When she answered it, Tom Jackson would be standing there. He

would beg her forgiveness, telling her he loved her and saying Stacy

wasn't half the girl she was. At first, Honey would rebuke him,

refusing him back into her life. In the end though, they would be in

each other arms, passionately kissing.

Then she would wake up, realize it was only a dream, and sob into her

pillow. The blonde had lost some spark in her life. The people at the

club noticed it. Her dancing lacked the flash she had before losing Tom

to Stacy Ryan. It was as if she were going through the motions. She

took no joy in dancing, nor in anything else.

It had been four weeks since the red headed belle had given the blonde

bombshell the thrashing of her life. Honey still had not fully

recovered. She had had to use heavy make up to hide the bruises.

Psychologically, she was a complete wreck. She had lost confidence in

herself. She allowed people to walk all over her. She briefly entered

a relationship with a man who abused her. She missed Tom terribly. Her

grief seemed to know no bounds.

Life was a nightmare for poor Honey. Then, one afternoon, her mother

called. Honey told her mom what happened. She sobbed into the phone,

recounting how she had lost her man. Instead of being sympathetic,

however, Mrs. Sweeney was furious.

"You wimp!" she screamed, "Didn't I teach you never to give up? You go

back and whip that bitch's ass! Remember when I made you go back, and

beat that other girl up? Take some self defense classes if you have to,

but don't give up Tom if you really love him."

The next day, the big blonde went to a boxing gym. A few women worked

out there, but the male fighters could not help but react to the

voluptuous goddess. She was taken under the wing by an old pug named

Ike. He had been a rather successful fighter in his day. After

retiring from boxing, he did some wrestling. He wasn't that good. He

had no acting talent.

Ike taught Honey how to punch, and how to avoid how to be punched.

Honey also learned some wrestling holds. She ran every day, lifted

weights, and hit the heavy bag. She would pretend she was pummeling

Stacy's nubile body. The holds Ike taught her would twist the redhead's

body 'til she screamed in agony. The thought of rending her rival limb

from limb pleased the bombshell no end.

After a month of this regimen, the blonde bombshell went to the health

club where Tom and Stacy worked. She was signing a membership card when

Tom spotted her in the lobby.

"Honey, what the hell are you doing here?" the boy asked, "Stacy will

kill you if she sees you here!"

Without a word, Honey wrapped her arms around her beloved's neck, and

laid a kiss on him so deep it could suck the chrome off a bumper of a

'57 Chevy.

"I've come to take back what's mine." she said, "Anyway, can't a girl

get into shape?"

Tom was speechless. He saw that the blonde was already in great

shape. Even her sweat suit could not disguise her junoesque figure.

Her kiss had been very warm. It had aroused him despite himself. He

had to admit he still had feelings for her.

His reverie was broken by a voice coming from behind him. "So you're

back." Stacy stood there, her arms folded on her chest. She seemed to

be trying to contain herself. Her eyes gleamed with fury. Her body

radiated anger that gave her an enhanced sensuality. Her voice was as

cold and cutting as an arctic wind.

"I told you what I'd do to you if I ever saw you near my man." the

redhead said, speaking through her teeth.

"Your man?" Honey gave a short laugh, "Tom is mine, and always will

be."

"You wanna put your money where your mouth is?" Stacy challenged.

"You mean you wanna fight me?" Honey asked.

"You bet." Stacy affirmed, "There's a ring in the basement. We can

have it out right here and now."

Honey smiled. This is exactly what she wanted. "Lead me to it!" she

said with enthusiasm. Her nipples stiffened as she imagined winning her

lover back.

The three of them went downstairs, where Stacy had beaten Honey a month

before.

The blonde bombshell stripped her sweatsuit. Under it, she wore only a

black thong. Her body was more magnificent than Tom remembered.

Muscles rippled under the blonde's silken skin. For the first time in

her life, Stacy was intimidated Honey caught the anxious look in her

rival's eyes and smiled.

"What's the matter, Red?" she asked the trainer, "Don'tcha like what ya

see?"

"So you worked out some." Stacy retorted, "I can still take a slut

like you any time!"

The redhead stripped to her briefs. Her body was as fit and lithe as

ever. On a tacit agreement the rivals advanced on each other, meeting

in the middle of the ring. Stacy struck first. She clipped Honey in

the jaw with her right fist. The big blonde saw stars. The redhead

followed up with a left to Honey’s massive jugs. The big blonde

staggered back atep. She launched an uppercut to Stacy’s pointed chin.

It was right on target. The gymnast reeled backwards onto the ropes.

The big blonde bombshell advanced menacingly on her dazed rival. She

grabbed Stacy's left breast, and entwined her right hand in her enemy's

scarlet tresses. The redhead was helpless, trapped on the ropes. She

was taken completely by surprise by the ferocity of Honey's attack. The

blonde beauty was intent on yanking Stacy's tit from her chest.

Honey brought her knee up into Stacy"s crotch. The trainer gasped.

Honey released her rival's orb. This gave Stacy a microsecond of relief

before being punched in her pretty face. Over and over, Honey would

pound Stacy in the kisser. The redhead managed to hook her left arm

around Honey's bare shoulder. She barely felt herself being thrown to

the mat.

Honey threw herself onto the supine girl. Once again, she kneed the

poor redhead in the groin repeatedly. The big blonde put all her

weight on her foe. She straddled Stacy's stomach. Taking two handfuls

of fiery locks, she bounced Stacy's head of the mat..

Taking a fist full of crimson locks, Honey stood up. Stacy was yanked

to her knees. Calling on all her ebbing strength, Stacy launched a

right uppercut that caught the brutal blonde below the navel. Groaning

loudly, Honey sank to her knees. Stacy backhanded Honey. The exotic

dancer's head snapped to the side. The bombshell responded in kind.

Stacy's head rung with the blow.

The two girls wrapped their arms around each other. Honey saw

desperation in her rival's eyes. She smiled down at Stacy.

"Did you think it would be easy like last time?" she asked her victim,

"You could give up now, and I'll take Tom."

Stacy shook her head fervently. "He's mine." the redhead said, "I'll

die before I give him up!"

"Good," Honey responded, "'cause I like hurtin' you."

The brutal blonde bombshell's rage was almost boundless. If there was

a goddess of jealousy, she would look like Honey Sweeney. She was

determined to repay her opponent for all the pain and humiliation she

had suffered the last month.

Positioning herself behind Stacy, Honey wrapped her upper arm around

the gymnast's throat. Putting her knee in the small of the redhead's

back, Honey was in total control. Stacy struggled futilely. She was

completely in her enemy's power.

With her free hand, Honey mauled Stacy's flawless breasts. The

redhead screamed in agony. Tom watched helplessly as his sweetheart

was maltreated without mercy. Releasing the trainer's tits, the

blonde's hand entered her antagonist's shorts. Stacy's scream went up an

octave. After a while, the unhappy trainer passed out.

The bombshell let her rival's inert body slump to the mat. She stood

up, and looked down at her foe. A contemptuous smile played on the big

blonde's face.

Honey removed Stacy's panties, leaving the poor girl completely nude.

Her body was sprawled in the middle of the ring. She slowly opened her

eyes to see the woman she despised standing over her.

"Had enough, Bitch?" Honey asked her crushed adversary.

Tears rolled down the redhead's cheeks. She shook her head defiantly.

Honey began to stomp on the supine girl's body. Honey laughed evilly.

Stacy writhed in agony.

Finally, the redhead capitulated. "All right, all right." she

screamed, "He's yours, he's yours." She started to sob loudly. Her

body shook with every sob.

Honey walked over to Tom. "I'm back, Darling!" the blonde bombshell

announced. She put her arms around the man she loved.