It always amazes me how often cowgirls end up in fights in my town. They go out prancing around in their tight jeans and boots, then the next thing they know they're in a tussle or full-fledged fight with another chick. And if it happens to be a younger teen girl or high school chick they're fighting, they often get walloped or beaten to a pulp because many of them just can't fight. They may be tough in the rodeo ring or look cute line-dancing at the local bar, but most are just not cut out for fighting.
The problem is that sometimes high school girls look for older females, such as drunk or cocky cowgirls, who they think and know are easy prey. The drunk ones often come out of the country bar and get accosted on their way to their cars—or after they visit one of the fast food establishments in town. One such incident took place at a fast food joint I managed a number of years ago. There were several girls who worked for me that were in a gang. They had never been involved in any illicit activities or fights around the restaurant, until it came time to initiate a new member on a particularly busy Friday night.
The girls who worked for me, as it always seemed, were pretty big, except for a cheerleader who was about 110 pounds. There was big, full-faced 6'3," 275-pound Tami, who always wore her gigantic Catholic school girl skirts to work and two girls named Cathy—one about 6'1" and 190 and the other about 5'10" and right at 300. Tami's older sister Andrea, who everyone called Andrea the Giant, sometimes frequented the restaurant. She was 6'5" and over 400 pounds. And Andrea was as violent as they came. She loved bashing women's faces in, especially the cocky cowgirls. Andrea had put several of these shit-kickers in the hospital in the past. It wasn't that you had to be fat to be in the gang. Most of these girls were just employees who were in the gang and helped recruit members.
I mean it was bad enough that these girls were the violent type and always talked about kicking other girls’ asses. And one of the things they did to get initiated was to kick another chick's ass. The new girls got more points for beating up older chicks, such as biker chicks or cowgirls. Just imagine being one of the girls or women getting approached by this group of beefy girls, just before they unleashed their new recruit on you. It was true intimidation at its finest.
Well, on this particular night, a cheerleader and senior in high school, who had just turned eighteen, was getting initiated into the gang. While working up front that night, I heard the girls discussing potential victims for this small blonde, who was about 5'4 and 110 pounds. The girl had reportedly been beaten up a couple times at school by tougher girls about her size and bigger. Some said she was the worst fighter in the senior class, and she'd even been picked on by younger girls.
“Wonder if there's anyone she can beat up," I heard Tami say. Then I heard Andrea say "Eureka" in her rather boisterous way. I was just working my way up front to count down one of the registers. The next thing I knew, tall Cathy and Tami were talking and giggling about someone who had just walked in.
"She'll do," said Tami. Then she said a little lower, "I know Trudy can kick that chick's ass. Anyone probably could. Look at her." She then rolled her eyes and laughed.
I don't know if these girls were cognizant that I knew what they were discussing. But when I looked up, there was an attractive blonde about 5'4" and 110 pounds standing at the counter getting ready to order. She was really pretty and looked about twenty-six. Her right eye was, in a somewhat eerie way, slightly lower than her left. But she was still very hot. The brim of her cowboy hat was rakishly pulled down just above her eyebrows. It looked very sexy.
She smiled at me, got her order then turned to walk away. And as she walked into the dining room to garner some condiments and napkins, I saw that she was clad in tight indigo Levi's, which were neatly tucked into a pair of tan chaps, and a blue sleeveless shirt. She had a slim upper body, and her waist fit perfectly into the tight jeans she was wearing.
A short time later, Tami and the taller Cathy took their break. "Time for a royal ass-kicking," said Tami, as she motioned for the other girls to head outside.
She walked away in her Catholic school girl dress. It looked like a big, colorful tent. And I allowed her to wear it because I didn't have her size in pants. Thank goodness Andrea didn't work there because nothing probably fit her, except the snug shorts she was wearing, which were stretched to high hell by her four-foot wide hips. Her ass looked like an overloaded laundry bag. I only hoped she wasn't going to fight the cowgirl, too, as she'd probably kill her or knock her into last week. She'd certainly make minced meat out of her.
Trudy, the cheerleader reluctantly followed the bigger girls outside. It was late summer and a pleasant breeze wafted inside the back door as the girls exited the restaurant. Within a few minutes, five of them were outside in the back parking lot ready to commence the initiation.
They thought that with all the paperwork I had to do, I wouldn't know what was going on. But I slipped out the back door and walked around to the side walkway, just as Tami grabbed the woman's arm by her pickup truck. I stayed out of view behind the wall of the restaurant.
"Hey, cowgirl! My friend here says you're a slut and wants to fight you," said Tami.
"Hey! Let go of me," the blonde said, but Tami pulled her away from the truck and shoved her toward Trudy. The teen cheerleader had her head down. She was really frightened by the idea of fighting someone.
"Come on, Trudy, all you gotta do is take this skinny little cxnt out and you're in. She's nothing. Look at her." Tami gave the woman another shove. Her cowboy hat slipped over her eye; she caught it in time and readjusted it. The cowgirl's throat churned. She knew she was in trouble.
"I don't know about this," said Trudy. "I've never won a fight before. I got my ass kicked twice already."
"Doesn't matter. My ten year-old sister could kick this bitch's ass. You're about the same size anyway. The girls who beat you up all the time are twenty and thirty pounds heavier."
"She's weak," said Andrea. "The girls who beat you up were a lot tougher than this slut. They'd mop the pavement with her, and you will, too. Look at her skinny chest and arms. And just look at the camel toe in those tight jeans. Just kick the sh*t out of her twat and you'll level her."
The cowgirl looked extremely scared as she stared at Andrea. She was freaky looking, over a foot taller than her and probably as wide as the stable doors at her workplace.
"What are you looking at c*nt?" Andrea snarled at the cowgirl. “Keep looking at me and I'll eat you for a snack, which is all you'd be anyway for me." The woman quickly looked away.
"Okay, I'm leaving," said the blonde, who turned and started to walk to her car. But before she could move a half step, Tami's beefy palm thunked onto the top of her cowboy hat. She then violently twisted the woman's head at a forty-five degree angle to face Trudy again.
Tami grabbed the woman's arm and knocked her bag of food onto the parking lot. She then kicked it away as the woman readjusted her hat.
"You'll fight all right. You got your choice, Trudy or me . . . or maybe even Andrea." Some of the girls laughed at that suggestion.
The cowgirl glanced over at the giant girl again. She shuddered and her knees quivered. "And believe me when I tell you that you wouldn’t last a second with me, slut."
The skinny cowgirl was very much intimidated and visibly shaken. I saw her thin little throat churn. I felt sorry for her, but I didn't want to interrupt something so amazing. I would have to eventually step in because the cowgirl was probably going to get killed if I didn't.
After a little more shoving and coaxing, Trudy stared at the women. "Go on," said Tammy. “Fight the bitch. You can beat her.”
The cowgirl suddenly got bolder and more aggressive. "Okay. You think you can kick my ass, little school girl? I'm tougher than I might look." All the girls laughed. Tami added a late cackle. "I can certainly take some little high school girl cheerleader. Rah . . . rah. Come on. Come and get me, little school girl. Come and fight me. I'll beat your ass like the other girls did." She waved the girl on. “You too scared?”
Trudy glared at the cowgirl, hesitated a few seconds and then charged the woman.
"Get her," shouted Tami. "Kick her f*ckin' ass.”
The two locked hands. Trudy proved to be stronger and easily drove the woman back against her truck. Her cowboy hat fell to the pavement.
The girl's strength stunned the cowgirl; her eyes widened as she bit her lower lip, trying to free herself from the girl's grip. Determined to whip the older chick's butt and gain entrance into the gang, Trudy grabbed the cowgirl's hair with both hands and started slamming her head against the side of her pickup. The woman tried to fend her off but started losing her footing in the boots. With the girls cheering, Trudy traded slaps with the blonde, then punched her in the eye. The woman staggered; her legs buckled. She recovered and attempted a weak slap at Trudy but got punched in the gut. She dropped to her knees. She respired heavily as she held her stomach—obviously in a lot of pain.
"You a smoker, c*nt?" said Andrea. Without looking at her, the cowgirl said, "F*ck you," under her breath, but Andrea heard her.
"You're gonna regret that, c*nt!"
Trudy paused a second and then pounced on the cowgirl as the fight went to the ground. The two wrestled on the pavement as the girls cheered Trudy on. Trudy soon gained the upper hand and got on top of the cowgirl, pinning her arms overhead. She was kicking butt and felt her initiation was a sure thing at this point. Then the woman somehow got away and tried to get to her feet by grabbing onto the back of her truck. Trudy jumped over and grabbed her by her blonde mane. She then pulled the woman to her feet, swung her around and slammed her face into the side of her truck. The shit-kicker bounced off the truck and fell to her knees again. She slowly got up, turned around and staggered in her boots. Trudy shoved her against the truck.
"Ummphhhh!" the cowgirl aspirated, as her back slammed against the truck. She slid to her ass, grimacing in pain.
"Finish her," shouted Tami. "You have to knock her out." Trudy marched over and started kicking the blonde in the leg, side and stomach.
"Yeah," Tami shouted. Trudy reached down and grabbed the blonde by the hair and pulled her to her feet. The cowgirl screamed and again staggered in her boots as the girl lifted her up.
"Please stop," the blonde said weakly.
“No way, skinny bitch,” said Trudy.
“I give . . . I give.”
“Too bad. I’m earning my rights get in this gang, even if I have to kill you.”
The cowgirl slapped at the teen, but Trudy got an even firmer grip on her hair, pulled her toward her and kneed her in the stomach.
"Uhhhhhhh," the blonde cried. She then staggered and fell to her knees.
Trudy grabbed the woman under the arms by her shirt and pulled her up. The cowgirl had no fight left in her. She flailed her arms weakly at the high school cheerleader—eyes closed and upper teeth biting her lower lip. Trudy hauled back and punched her in the jaw. The woman's eyes shot upward and she staggered some more.
"Knock her ass out," Tami shouted. "You got this little c*nt."
Trudy delivered a couple blows to the cowgirl's nose and temple. She then hit her in the chin with an uppercut and knocked her to the pavement. The cowgirl's face was covered with blood as she sank to her knees—head down.
“Finish her,” Tami yelled.
Trudy reached down and pulled the blonde’s head back by her hair.
“Sorry, bitch,” she said. She then cocked her fist, reared back and punched the women in the nose. The cowgirl landed on her back near her truck, spread-eagled and unconscious—with blood splattered on the front of her shirt and neck.
Trudy walked over and kicked the woman in the pussy area of her tight jeans as hard as she could.
"Uhhhhh!"
“Woooo,” several girls shouted.
"That's for calling me a little school girl, cowgirl cxnt. I certainly kicked your ass, didn't I?" Blood flowed from the woman’s nose to the pavement as she looked looked up at the teen--her jaw slackened. Her eyes then rolled upward and she sank to her side unconscious.
The girls congratulated Trudy. "You really kicked her ass," said Tami.
"You owned that bitch."
"I'm surprised how easy it was to kick her ass," said Trudy. "The other girls I fought were a lot tougher. The question now is . . . is there anyone this cowgirl can beat in a fight? Certainly not at our school. She'd get murdered." The other girls laughed.
"Pussy bashing. The bloodier, the better," said Andrea.
Before I could intervene, Andrea the Giant, teetered over, reached down and hoisted the cowgirl up off the pavement. She then lifted her over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She tottered across the lot and tossed the woman in the grass.
The woman must've come to for a second because I heard her yell for help. But not before I heard fist connecting with flesh. Andrea's wide ass blocked my view as she knelt down and hammered the woman in the face.
The girls cheered Andrea on as she straddled the cowgirl and crushed her with her immense weight. When Andrea stood up, she picked the unconscious woman up by grasping her lower back. The woman’s upper body was arched back—her head lolling and arms dangling behind her. Andrea reached for the cowgirl's chaps and ripped them off her. She then slammed her knee between the legs. The cowgirl dropped to her knees. Andrea then backhanded her across the face and sent her sprawling across the pavement.
"That's for saying, 'f*ck you,' to me, bitch. But you're the one who got fucked."
The cowgirl came to five minutes later. She glared at me as I helped her up. She struggled to stay afoot.
"What kind of restaurant do you run here?" she shouted—blood caked on her nose and streaming from a cut near her eyebrow. Andrea had probably pasted that last wound on her
The cowgirl was glassy-eyed. Her blue jeans were ripped at the knees and all the buttons were ripped from her shirt.
The girls laughed at her, until I sent them back inside. I got a towel from the back of the restaurant after escorting the woman through the back door. A couple other girls stared at her. I'm sure the cowgirl was humiliated, getting her ass handed to her by a high school girl. She had only landed two weak slaps, which didn't cut it in a real fight. Trudy had sensed the woman's lack of fighting experience and gone for the kill.
I felt bad because the cut near the cowgirl's eye was on the one that was lower than the other. The eye was also blackened so I assumed Andrea had seen that one of her eyes was lower than the other and deliberately blackened it. She was vicious enough to do something like that.
"I'll sue this place."
I apologized to her and somehow avoided a lawsuit. At the time, rumor had it that Andrea threatened to finish the job if she ever went to the cops, or got me fired. That certainly would be enough to convince me.
I later found out that the woman's name was Brenda. She was twenty-eight and worked as a horse trainer in town. I actually tried to contact her a few weeks later because she was really hot and I wanted to see if she'd go out with me. Crazy, I know, after all she’d been through at my restaurant.
To my chagrin, Brenda had already quit her job and moved out of town—back to Oklahoma where she was from.
One of the girls later told me that Andrea had gone after her because the woman had threatened to get some of her girlfriends after her. When the entire truth came out, I was told that Andrea had actually gone to the stables where Brenda worked and picked a fight with her. She then took her down by the river under an overpass, threw her in the water and kept shoving her head under water. Rumor has it that she wanted to kill the cowgirl because that's where the criminals take their victims to do just that. And Andrea had spent some time in a detention center when she was younger.
Anyway, as a warning to all of the older chicks—and I always say this, try not to get in a situation where a gang a girls can approach you. If you're slim and attractive, you could be a prime target. And you probably won't have much of a chance against a high school girl hell-bent on getting into a gang. Even if you start winning the fight, you may get leveled by one of the bigger girls. Sad but true in a world that's increasingly becoming more violent.
Bikeman
