I’ve witnessed and heard about a lot of fights over the years, working at nightclubs, substitute teaching at schools and just hanging out with crowds when I was younger. And I’ve also witnessed fights among biker chicks or between a biker chick and some other girl—both in my home town and on the road. In fact, some of the stories I write about are based on real accounts. They also tend to be on the violent side because, frankly, that’s what most fights are.
But after four decades of following catfights and female battles, my daughter told me about a fight at her school awhile back that about floored me. Imagine that, one of the best and most brutal fights ever coming from my child’s mouth. It doesn’t surprise me because I’ve been a magnet for these types of stories for years.
Whitney is eighteen. She plays volleyball for the Franklin Cougars in southeastern Pennsylvania. Her team always seems to be in the district or state finals each year, and one of the reasons is because her teammates are big and strong. Whitney is a good athlete but at 5’7” and 123 pounds, she’s a runt amid her teammates. I’ll talk about the size of some of these girls later but for now, suffice it to say, these girls are strapping and strong. I guess it’s all the fresh food we get out in the boonies.
Anyway, here’s essentially what happened, based on my daughter’s account. And she didn’t spare any of the details. In fact, I was surprised how graphic she was when providing the details. She told me girls in her school fight all the time, and the fights can get pretty brutal. And if there’s one thing I know, high school girls have never been anymore brutal than they are today--and ruthless as hell. Okay, so here’s my account of the story.
There’s this strip joint in town called “The Bronco Cowgirl” where some of the hottest strippers in the area dance around in G-strings, tear-away jean shorts and other sexy apparel. When I say hot, I mean hot. Not only are the women gorgeous, they’ve got incredible bodies that would put the lifeguards on Baywatch to shame. Prime p***y as they say.
Anyway, two of these women showed up for a school volleyball game. They looked like twins. My daughter said many people thought they were celebrities, they were so pretty. Both were blondes who were late twenties or thirty—thirty-one at the most.
When the match ended, Whitney and the girls went back to the locker room elated that they’d vanquished the competition. They were in high spirits until they saw Trudy, one of the injured girls, standing at the back door talking to the two blondes. Both were dressed in tight jeans and sleeveless shirts and seemed to be involved in a serious discussion with the high school girl.
“What’s going on here?” said Sandy, one of the strikers on the team. She was about 6’2” and 215 pounds.
“I just locked the back door because I caught these two sluts trying to pry lockers open and steal cell phones and cash.
“Did they get anything?”
“No, I retrieved the two phones and money. But they busted into three lockers.
Sandy walked over to the two blondes who were about 5’5” or 5’6” and 115 pounds max. “What’s the deal here,” said Sandy. “Were you trying to rip us school girl’s off.”
“I’m sorry,” said the ponytailed blonde. “I got was looking for the restroom and this is the only one I could find. Then Barb and I were checking to see if the old locker still had the same combination.”
“Then why the f*ck did you try to pry it open?”
“I don’t know. I’m sorry. I’m Bev by the way.” She stuck her hand toward Sandy who just ignored it.
“They didn’t go to school here,” said one girl.
“Is that right?” said Sandy.
“I know these two bitches. They’re f*ckin’ twins. They work as strippers down at that Bronco Cowgirl place.”
“We do not,” said the ponytailed blonde. Her name was Bev.
Sandy walked up to the blonde woman. She shot her fingers out and stabbed the blonde in the chest with them—right between her two breasts. The woman grimaced.
“That hurt,” she said.
“Oh, you think that hurt. Wait till you find out what I have planned for you. That was minor compared to what awaits you.”
“What are you going to do to us?” said the blonde. Her twin, Barb, now stood behind her. She had her fingers near her mouth as if she were ready to start biting her nails. She was trembling.
“You’ll find out.”
“Sic Big Martha on them,” said one girl. “I mean this is ridiculous having these sluts come in here and try to rip us off. They deserve the worst punishment imaginable.”
“I can handle these two.”
“But Martha will put them through the ringer. She’s mean as hell and doesn’t have a problem beating women up. You saw what she did to those biker chicks last summer.” Sandy was rubbing her chin. “You’re too f*ckin nice, Sandy.”
“I’m not as nice as you think,” said Sandy. “But I do think these women deserve the worst.”
“Just let us go,” said Bev. “I have money in the back pocket of my jeans. Barb does, too.” Both woman pulled a wad of cash out of their pockets. “Here, take it,” said Bev. “It’s over a thousand bucks.”
Sandy shrugged. She then smirked at the blonde. “We’ll get your money later. You can bet your skinny ass on it. But for now, you’re coming with me. Grab the other one, Trudy.”
Trudy was five-nine and at least 180 pounds. She grabbed Barb by the arm. The woman tried to fight her off, so Trudy slammed her against the locker. Barb fell on her ass and just sat there looking at the floor—her boots planted on the floor, knees pointing upward.”
Sandy approached Bev. Just as she tried to grab her arm, the blonde stepped backward. “Please let us go,” said Bev. “I’m really sorry. Barb is, too. We don’t want to fight you.”
“You have no choice.” Sandy grabbed Bev, and Trudy picked Barb off the floor. “Beth, call Martha and tell her to meet us at the pond behind the school. We’ll all chip in and pay her fifty bucks to take these sluts out.”
“No,” said Bev. She slapped Sandy’s shoulder and tried to get away, but the girl maintained her grip on her upper arm.
“Hit me again and it’ll be the last thing you do.”
Twenty minutes later Martha emerged from the woods and waddled over to Sandy. “You got my fifty bucks.”
“Yeah, right here,” said Sandy. “And there’s more where that came from.”
“Where?”
“In the strippers’ jeans. You get half when the job’s finished.”
“Two-thirds.”
“Half,” said Sandy.”
Martha looked over at the two women who were standing on some rocks near the pond shore. Their eyes widened
as the immense eighteen-year-old glared at them. Both women reached into the pockets simultaneously and held their money out.
“You got to be kidding me. I’m fighting these twerps.”
“That’s right,” said Sandy.
“I’ll f*ck them up like nothing you've ever seen--break their little bodies in half.”
“Good.”
“The money’s yours. All you got to do is let us go,” said Bev.
Martha looked back at her and smirked. “F*ck you, cowgirl. You speak when I say you can. Otherwise I'll bust your head open if you say anything again."
The woman's throat churned.
"And I’ll get the money when I finish the job.”
“They’re strippers,” said Sandy.
“I don’t give a f*ck what they are. They’ll be dead meat when I’m finished with them.”
Barb started to run into the woods but one of the girls caught up to her. “Where the hell do you think you’re going, bitch?”
“Nowhere.”
“Liar.”
“Get her over here,” said Sandy. She looked at Martha. Do we have a deal or not?”
“Yeah. This is going to be fun. But I’m curious. What did these sluts do?”
“They tried to rip us off.”
“In our lockers,” said Trudy.
“Hmmm. Not very smart. Okay, I’m in,” said Martha. “Have your girls cover any escape routes because I’m too fat to chase anyone. Keep them in the lion's den so to speak and I'll devour these little c*nts.” She laughed--a loud guffaw.
“Yeah, I noticed,” said Sandy.
“F*ck you.”
“Sorry. Just kidding.”
Martha eye the two strippers. “Come here, you little c*nts,” she said. She then waddled over toward them. The blondes crouched down in defensive stances as the behemoth approached them. Both of their throats churned at the same time.
Martha was also a volleyball player. And she could really pound a ball and smack a softball. Though Martha never told anyone what she weighed, she had to be well over 400 pounds. And she was 6’5” tall.
“So, you little sluts tried to rip my girls off here?” said Martha.
“I told you we’d pay them back.”
“And you will,” said Martha, “as soon as I take you two out. But you better hand the money over now so it doesn’t get all wet.”
“What do you mean wet?” said the ponytailed blonde.
“I’m going to beat you sluts, then I’m going to throw you in the pond to rinse the blood off your faces.”
“I’ve had about enough of this,” said Bev, as she stepped forward. “You’re just high school girls, and I’m an adult. You can’t keep us here.”
“Watch me,” said Martha. Her voice deepened as she said it. She then shoved Bev back and knocked her on her ass.
“I’m serious, get the money now so it doesn’t get wet,” said Martha. A couple girls ran over, picked Bev up and pulled the money out of her jeans. Another girl grabbed the cash from Barb’s back pocket.
“It’s all here,” said a red-head.
“Good. Give it to Sandy.”
“Okay.”
Martha approached Bev again. Barb stood behind her as if trying to prevent their impending bath in the pond. Bev threw a roundhouse kick at the girl as she approached, but Martha shoved her leg aside. She then slugged her in the jaw and knocked her on her side.
Barb ran forward and shoved the girl, sinking her hands into six inches of blubber. But the woman was soon reduced to a limp puddle of leather and denim as Martha unleashed a series of blows that put her on the ground. And when the girl saw that she was unconscious, she pulled her up by her hair, beat her some more then hurled her into the water. The woman was screaming bloody murder until Martha knocked her out. Her head then sank into the water. And one of the girls ran over and pulled her unconscious body out of the pond so she wouldn’t drown.
Barb lay splayed across the rocks, face battered and bruised. Martha pulled Bev off the ground like a ragdoll and started pounding her.
Cusshhhh!
“Uhhhhh!”
Cusshhh!
“Uhhhhh!”
Bev grimaced as Martha punched her in the stomach. She sank to her knees. She screamed when the girl pulled her to her feet by her hair.
“You called me a school girl before, but I bet you’ve never thought one would beat the sh*t out of you.”
“Help!” Bev screamed.
“Oh, your pleas for mercy won’t help you out here. Not with me around. I do this for a living. Guys pay me to beat up their ex-girlfriends.”
“Then you’re a sick f*ck,” said Bev, blood splattering across her shirt as she spoke.
“I am when it comes to beating thieves. You deserve everything I’m dishing out, you little c*nt.”
“F*ck you, you fat piece of shit.”
Martha punched Bev in the gut and doubled her over. The girl socked her across the face with the back of her fist when the stripper sank to her knees. She then reached down, pulled her up by her hair, slapped her fat arm around her neck and started pounding her in the face.
Cusshhh!
“Uhhhhh!”
Cushhhh!
“Uhh.”
Cussshh!
Cusshhh!
Cusshhh!
Cushhhh!
The last blow elicited a liquidous slurping sound. But it was just the sound of Martha’s fat fist hitting Bev’s bloody face.
Martha landed a kidney shot that elicited a painful moan from the stripper. She then hopped on top of her near the water and started pounding her.
The beating went on for several more minutes. The girls couldn’t see the women because she was behind the fat girl’s bulk. But when Martha stood and backed a way, they saw the bloodied, tight-jeaned blonde splayed on the rocks.
“That’s probably enough,” said Sandy.
“I’ll determent when it’s enough, but I need to have a little fun first.”
“But you’ve beaten her to a bloody pulp.”
“Oh, I’m not going to beat her anymore, I’m going to molest her.”
“Okay, Martha, that’s enough,” said Sandy. “You can’t violate a woman here in broad daylight.”
“I’ll just unzip her jeans and rip the shreds out of her bald vagina—like all these whores have. Then I’ll do the same to the other one.”
“They’re strippers for crying out loud,” said Sandy.
“That’s why I’m doing it.”
“But they have to make a living.”
“F*ck ‘em.” Martha walked over, pulled Bev up by her hair, shot her hand between her legs and picked her up to her shoulder.
“Let me toss you in the water first, bitch, then I’m going to have a little fun.”
The girls were now really nervous. They feared for the women. Martha was nuts. She had taken this too far.
Martha carried the ponytailed blonde to the end of the pond, then tossed her in the water. A couple minutes later she lifted the blonde out of the water and carried her to shore. Bev’s wet hair draped behind her as the girl lowered her arched body to the rocks.
“I broke her nose for sure—and I knocked two teeth out,” said Martha. “She chuckled. “She won’t be going on stage anytime soon.”
“Back away from her,” said Sandy.
Martha looked over at her. She had a maniacal leer on her face. She turned her head, reached for the front of the blonde’s jeans and unzipped them.
“Yeah, she’s bald down there all right.”
“Stop it!” shouted Sandy.
“Oh, let her do it,” said some other tall girl. “She deserves everything coming to her.”
“Not this.”
“Bring the other one over,” said Martha. “I want to rip the shreds out of her.”
“No,” said Whitney, my daughter.
“What the f*ck did you say to me.”
“You can’t do this.”
“I’ll do what I want. And what the hell do you care about a couple hapless strippers. They’re nothing. They don’t deserve any respect. They certainly didn’t respect you all when they tried to rip you off.”
To be continued depending on interest **********
