Being an avid biker and substitute teacher over the past twenty-five 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 was attending a girl's volleyball game when I was called down to the girl’s locker room one night. A female teacher told me that a four-minute scuffle had just transpired between a rather bad-ass high school girl named Betz and a woman who had been traipsing the grounds behind the school trying to sell drugs. She said she suspected that a 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 game. The teacher asked me to check on the woman whom I found lying at base of a locker on her right side--with her head leaning against 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 her face was battered and bruised. Blood was clotted in both nostrils and trickled down her ear and the corner of her mouth. Her eye was also blackened and there was a knuckle-sized bruise around her cheek. A strand of her long blonde hair hung down the left side of her face.
I didn't want to slap her, so I gave her a slight shake. She slowly awakened, turned toward me and stared at me this glass-eyed, jaw-slackened expression.
"What happened?" At first, she didn't answer. And when she tried to speak, blood poured down her chin. A few drops landed on the floor between her legs. Seconds later, she retched and vomited on the front of her shirt.
"Betz beat her up," some girl said from behind me. The woman, a late-twenties blonde, clad in a torn gray throw-down shirt (nipples showing) and tight dark blue Levi's, couldn't have been more than 5'5" and 115 pounds. I could practically touch my thumb and forefinger as I gripped her upper arm, a sign that the woman wasn't very strong. Her black and white bandana had been ripped from her head and lay a few feet to her right. One of her black biker boots had also been ripped off her and lay ten feet away.
I looked up at the young girl, who was also eighteen. She just looked a heck of lot younger. "Where is this Betz girl 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-two-inch, one-hundred-seventy-five-pound, dark-haired Betz had caught the woman snooping outside the rear entrance of the locker room after completing a drug sale with one of the girls. A scuffle then ensued near the softball field. Betz wasted no time in dragging the blonde into the locker room by her hair--and she was screaming bloody murder the entire way in. She then slammed her against the locker and immediately started pouncing on her. And I could only imagine that she got the shit beat out of her and probably didn't land one blow in the process.
"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 because she couldn't fight and was trying to slap at Betz; and they enjoyed every minute of the beating. I feel bad for the woman because Betz is so big and that poor biker woman couldn't fight back. I thought she was going to kill the poor woman, and I couldn't do anything to stop it. I mean, I could've beaten this woman up, and look at me. I get picked on all the time around this high school. Betz slaughtered the poor woman."
The woman convulsed again on the floor. She was on her back. I pulled her up so she wouldn't choke on her own blood or vomit.
"It's okay," I said. Go tell Miss Reynolds to call the life squad." This woman was hurt pretty badly. She convulsed on the floor for a couple seconds as the redhead told me Betz had pulled her off her boyfriend's motorcycle out back; the guy had walked off to the woods to take an apparent shit. What an asshole, I thought, as I stared down at his slim, attractive old lady.
The biker chick was carried off ten minutes later. I found out later that she was okay and that she hadn't really tried to sell any drugs. Betz had just accused her of selling drugs to pick a fight with someone she knew she could thrash. It was just her vicious nature. But the fact was that 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, though not as many people like them--I know that. I don't advocate violence myself but a real fight between women is a f*ckin battle, not some sexfest like most of the stories on here. Not blasting these people as some are very proficient writers, but this is just my thing here. 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, the kind who--like this woman--wouldn't last a week in the high school I teach at. These high school girls are brutal around here, and like the little redhead intimated, the skinny blonde would be a bully victim of lots of girls at my school--sad to say. The 300 pounders would just chew her up and spit her out.
Till next time.
Bikeman
