To say Helen was angry would be a joke. Pissed would be closer, but still no justice.
Absolutely fucking fuming is probably the most appropriate. Three years as starting goalie for her community’s soccer team washed down the drain just because the backup was able to somehow stop 8 shots in the one game Helen missed in her entire career due to injury.
She didn’t even know who she was until she had to miss the game. The backup, Pamela, was about 5’1 and a chunky little twerp. How was the other team not able to get a ball past that? What a joke!
Being subjected to watch another excuse of a team fail to get a single goal past Pamela left Helen even more angry. She had to do something to get her spot back.
The three years she’s been on the team she knows first hand that what Coach Garrett says is final, no ifs and or butts. So that meant Helen would have to “talk” to Pamela.
Following the game, Helen waited until everyone was gone and noticed Pamela was still out on the field, practicing her kicks down the field, just as she always did. Perfect place. No one else around, her screams could travel for miles and everyone would figure it was due to the kids at the park that the soccer field was attached too. She was about to get her place on the team back.
“Hey you little twerp!” Helen called out that caused Pamela to stop mid motion of launching another ball and turned around. “Excuse me?” Almost taken aback at the name she was just subjected to be called.
“You heard me, twerp. Who the fuck do you think you are? Just because you can stop the bottom feeders you can take my place?” A smile formed on Pamela’s face, and that forced Helen to hold every fiber in her body from jumping on the bitch right there.
“Well, maybe Coach was finally able to see what the problem was.” Oh, she didn’t. “Yeah, that some little chubby shrimp thinks she’s hot shit after two games. You’re going to give your place up, and sit the fuck down on the bench like you should!” Expecting the threat would be enough to scare the girl back down the totem pole, Helen turned and began to walk back to the locker rooms when Pamela called out.
“It’s funny you know, you cost this team the Semifinals last year, allowing what? 6 goals, and now you think you’re the captain and best player?” That was it. If words couldn’t get her message across, this would.
Helen turned back around and charged Pamela, who in shock of her daring to do such a thing, wasn’t able to avoid Helen wrapping her body up and slamming her against the grass. “What the hell is wrong with you!” Pamela shrieked, as Helen straddled her hips and her hands scooped her wrists up. “You wanna be the backup now?” Shouting a few inches from Pamela’s shocked and slightly terrified face from the events that had just transpired.
“Get off of me you crazy bitch!” The last response Helen wanted to hear, she let Pamela’s wrists go and delivered a firm slap that jerked Pamela’s head to the left. “What about now?!” However, the mistake of letting Pamela’s hands go quickly came to fruition, as she reached up and yanked with both hands on Helen’s blonde ponytail, and jerked her body to the left to throw her body off of her own.
Pamela was ready to get payback by doing the exact same thing Helen was aiming to do, and lunged forward to straddle the skinner girl’s frame, only to catch knees into her stomach instead, and that’s when Helen’s legs shot out and wrapped Pamela’s waist up in between her thighs. “Gotcha now, twerp!”
Pamela’s hands shot for her captors, but another slap across her face caused her to drop to her side, pulling Helen’s legs with her, but they were kept firm around her waist, as she started to flex them around her victim’s body. Even as a goalie, Helen’s thighs were large enough to cause serious discomfort into Pamela. “Ready to give up the start now?!” Helen again shouted, hoping that Pamela would finally get the idea that she’d kick her ass if she had to.
“You’re fucking crazy!” Again, the last response Helen wanted, she balled her fist up and delivered a hard strike to the same abs that were being subjected to torture from Helen’s thighs. “God...what the hell!” Pamela was still in shock from what the girl was willing to do to get the start back.
“There’s more where that came from! Give up yet?” Pamela shook her head, and as Helen readied another fist, Pamela cut her off by digging her nails into the flesh of her thighs. A loud shriek came in response, and as her legs came undone involuntarily, Pamela returned the favor with a strike of her own to Helen’s stomach.
The shriek turned into a cough of air, and Pamela took the window of opportunity by latching onto the ponytail again, and yanked her up as they both were back on their feet. Knowing Helen was about four or five inches taller than her, she wrapped her right arm around her neck for a headlock, pressing Helen’s face tight against her body. “Are you going to calm the hell down finally?” Pamela was hoping with her getting the upperhand, Helen would back off.
“Like Hell I am!” A stomp into Pamela’s right foot caused her to shriek out this time, and her arms let Helen go to clutch at her freshly wounded body part, but was cut off with Helen’s arms wrapping around her body, and locking her in tight between them against her own body.
“You’re going to admit who’s the better player is!” Helen growled as her arms began to squeeze Pamela’s waist, as she pushed on her shoulders, hoping to cause enough space between them to free herself. “Yeah, I am, you psycho bitch!” The continuous defiance continued to build the anger in Helen and in response she jerked her head forward and it gave a firm loud SMACK as the two girl’s foreheads butted off of each other, stunning both, but nearly dropping Pamela to the ground, but Helen’s arms kept her upright even if her legs didn’t want to.
“So, who’s better?!” Again, confident that each new attack on her would force Pamela to finally break, but once again the exact opposite happened. Pamela’s knee came up and spiked the kneecap directly between Helen’s legs, as the loudest shriek of the fight came, her arms forgetting Pamela, letting her go and she dropped to her knees in pain, clutching at her precious area trying to ease the pain, but Pamela had other ideas.
Catching her own breath and energy from the bearhug, she rushed forward and spiked the same knee directly into the bridge of Helen’s nose, causing her to fly backwards onto her back, and before she had the chance to recover, Pamela sat down onto Helen’s face, lining her shorts up with her mouth and nose, looking to suffocate and smother the fight out of her.
The crotch and nose shot caused Helen to not be able to squirm at first, dazed from both attacks, it was almost too late when she got her senses back to her. Pamela’s legs kept her shoulders pinned, while her crotch was lined up perfectly to keep any new air from entering her system, all Helen could was desperately squirm and thrash her lower body around, in hopes it would displace Pamela off of her, but to no avail.
The thrashing was slowly letting up, as Pamela looked Helen in her eyes, seeing that the fight was slowly leaving her body, and now her legs stopped moving completely and that’s when her eyes started to flutter before shutting for good. Smothered her out completely, her attacker was finally subdued and she was let out a loud sigh of relief before moving off of Helen’s face, scooting down to her chest, making sure she wasn’t faking it and as no movement came, she finally stood to her feet.
“Yeah, I’m the better player AND the better fighter, you psycho bitch.”
