An older post redone.
Being an avid biker over the past twenty years, I've been fortunate enough to have witnessed a number of fights between either two biker babes or a biker chick and another girl or woman. True, the stigma is that biker chicks are tough--and there are a lot of bad-ass motorcycle mommas out there--but there are just as many run-of-the-mill slim and prissy biker chicks as well. Some of these women couldn't punch their way out of paper bags, and they often get beat up in the most unlikely places--like in a girls locker room.
I caught the aftermath of the fight and it wasn't pretty. I'm a teacher who was called down to the girl’s locker room one night during a volleyball game. A female teacher told me that a two-minute scuffle had just transpired between a rather bad-ass high school volleyball player named Betz and a woman who had been traipsing the grounds with her drug-dealing biker boyfriend. She said she suspected that an 18 year-old girl named Betz, as mean as she was, had lured the woman into the locker room just to pick a fight with someone. She was always causing trouble and had practically failed out of school. She had already been suspended twice.
The locker room had been cleared momentarily as several girls stood outside in the empty hallway. Most were in the gymnasium watching the volleyball game. Betz had sustained a shoulder injury and was pissed off about it. That's probably why she beat the biker chick up so badly. The teacher asked me to check on the woman whom I found lying at base of the locker on her right side--with her head leaning against one of her outstretched arms.
"Hey," I said. "You okay?" The woman didn't even stir so I proceeded to pull her up by the left arm to get her in a seated position. Her chin dropped to her chest; I raised her chin up and saw that she was battered and bruised in at least a half dozen places. Blood trickled down her ear, from the corner of her eye, from her right nostril and both corners of her mouth. Her eye was also blackened and there was a knuckle-sized bruise around her cheek. A strand of her hair, which had at one point been in a ponytail, hung down the right side of her face.
I didn't want to slap her, so I gave her a slight shake. She slowly awakened and stared at me glass-eyed, jaw slackened.
"What happened?" She didn't answer.
"Betz beat her up," some girl said from behind me. The woman, a late-twenties blonde, clad in a sleeveless red shirt (nipples showing) and snug, jeans, couldn't have been more than 5'5" and 115 pounds. Her black and orange Harley scarf had been ripped from her head and lay a few feet to her left. Her leather jacket had also been ripped off her and lay ten feet away.
I looked up at the young girl. "Where is she now?"
"She left," the girl said. She was a little redhead who had just stepped in to enlighten me on the situation. The teacher had probably sent her in. She proceeded to tell me that the six-foot-three, two-hundred-fifty-pound, dark-haired Betz had caught the woman snooping outside the rear entrance of the locker room as her boyfriend completed a drug deal. The woman wasn't even involved in the transaction but had stayed behind and sat on the motorcycle. Betz wasted no time in pouncing on the biker cjhick and dragging her into to the locker room by her hair. She then slammed her against the locker and immediately started beating the shit out of her.
"You probably need medical help," I told the woman. Her eyes suddenly rolled up and she collapsed to her side again. I mean this woman was a mess.
"Betz really pounded her, Mr. J.," the girl cried. "She wouldn't quit punching her. The woman begged her to stop. But nobody tried to stop it. All the girls were making fun of her and enjoying it. They called her all kinds of names. I feel bad for the woman because Betz is so big and the woman is so weak by comparison. I couldn't do anything."
"It's okay," I said. Go tell Miss Reynolds to call the life squad." This woman was hurt pretty badly. The woman was carried off ten minutes later. I found out later that she was okay. But Betz had managed to again put someone in the hospital. It was the third time that school year.
Comment: I like to illustrate fights as they really are. People can get hurt pretty badly in real fights. Bully fights are no game, and that's exactly what Betz is--a big bully who takes advantage of her size. I mean she tore this biker chick up. And it's not the first time a biker chick has gotten her ass kicked by a high school girl. Some of these girls go looking for women like this. They think that all bets are off and that they won't get in trouble beating up a trashy biker chick, though most of them aren't trashy at all. Heed the warning, fellow lady bikers, especially you skinny little dainty babes. These high school girls are out to get you.
