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This story is about a hot 31-year-old blonde biker chick who was set up on a drug drop. She was a dancer at a Coyote Ugly bar who started running drugs in a small town in Tennessee. Unfortunately, one of her recent drops had occurred at a high school, which fed the habits of innocent victims. This angered some 6'4" 430-pound high school girl (age 18) whose sister had recently spent time in the hospital because of her drug abuse. The girl, who will remained unnamed, made a call to a local drug dealer, asking for a meeting. She knew the dude would send one of the biker women to make the deal, which is exactly what she wanted. She had even asked for the woman, Brooke, by name. Here are how things played out after Brooke arrived at the gravel pit, thinking she was heading to a bar to make the delivery. Let me be clear that Brooke, who is 5'5" and 115 pounds, is still alive today. The girl just threatened to kill her to play with her mind. This made the situation that much terrifying for poor Brooke. Now, on to the story.
The gravel crunched beneath Brooke’s boots as she traipsed down several more aisles of junk. She then thought she heard a noise, so she reached into her back pocket and pulled the gun out. She had just rounded the end of fifth aisle when a tire from above dropped off a nearby pile.
Brooke leaped backward to avoid the tire, then bumped into a stack of pallets behind her. She had just turned to see what she’d smacked into when something struck her wrist.
“Ouch!” she shouted, as she lost her grip on the pistol. It dropped to the gravel. But as Brooke bent down to look for it, the girl struck her in the back of the neck with her forearm and knocked her to her hands and knees.
Brooked grabbed the back of her neck and turned her head. At first, she thought the girl was going to pounce on her right there. But instead, she grabbed Brooke’s pistol and hurled it over several piles of junk. It landed with a clang about two hundred feet away. The girl then walked in front of Brooke and looked down at her.
Still on her knees, Brooke pushed herself up so that her rear end rested on her bootheels. She then looked up at the girl and was shocked by her immense girth and height.
“Here I am, biker chick. What now?”
Brooke’s throat churned. She couldn’t think of a response.
“I see,” said the fat girl. “Your bark is bigger than your bite.” The girl kicked some gravel at Brooke. A couple pieces caught her in neck. “You know what I think?”
“What?” said Brooke, as she continued gawking at the girl.
“I think you’ve just bitten off more than you can chew. That’s what I think.”
“Wait,” said Brooke, desperately trying to avoid a fight with the girl. She reached into the back pocket of her jeans and pulled out the packet of drugs. She then tossed it at the girl’s feet. Brooke raised her hands and said, “Just take the stuff, give me the money and I’ll leave.”
The girl laughed—a deep guffaw that sent chills running up Brooke’s spin.
“That’s not going to happen, Precious.”
“Why not?”
“Because your days of dealing drugs are over.”
Brooke looked at the packet of drugs on the ground. She felt a pit in her stomach.
“What does that mean?” murmured Brooke, as she looked up at the behemoth.
The girl smirked. “It means that I’m going to kill you.”
Brooke’s throat churned as she eyed the girl. “You beat up my friends Cheryl and Lexi, didn’t you?”
“If they’re the ones who showed up at Kurt’s Bar dressed like you, yeah, I took them out. And I enjoyed every minute of it.”
“You’re sick,” said Brooke.
“Maybe so, but I’m going to be the one still standing after tonight, not you.”
“You can’t get away with this shit.”
“I already have,” said the girl. “And I’m going to get away with murder again in your case because nobody’s going to find your skinny ass when I’m finished with you. So, unless you want to be a sitting duck, you better get off your bony ass and fight me. Just be grateful that I’m giving you the opportunity to get up. I could easily crush you to death right there.”
A wave of anxiety surged through Brooke’s gut. She slowly got to her feet. The girl chuckled as Brooke stood and stumbled around on her boots.
Brooke looked up at the girl, who had a smirk on her face.
“This isn’t a fair fight,” said Brooke. “You’re a hell of a lot bigger than me.”
“True. But life’s not fair, bitch. And remember, you’re the one who came looking for me.”
Brooke took a step back, turned her head and studied the darkened perimeter.
“Don’t even think about running off because I’ve got friends all over this junkyard and gravel pit. You wouldn’t make it twenty feet in any direction.”
Brooke took a deep breath, then expelled it. She then got into a Tae Bo stance.
The girl laughed. “Another karate chick,” she said. “Okay, come on. Make the first move, bitch.” She stuck her hands out and waved Brooke toward her. “Let’s dance, biker cxnt.”
Brooke circled to the left of the girl, keeping her eyes glued to hers. The girl followed Brooke’s move with both fists clenched.
Brooke faked a roundhouse kick, then stepped back, drawing the girl toward her. She then caught her in the stomach with the second roundhouse kick.
Brooke’s boot sank into six inches of belly fat, but it didn’t faze the girl. She brought her leg down and kicked the girl in the stomach again. The huge girl just laughed at her.
“I hope you got more than that, because if you don’t, you’re in a heap of trouble.”
Brooke hit the girl in the stomach with the heel of her boot, then brought her leg back. The girl raised her arms and prodded her to try the move again. “Come on, little woman. You’ve got to put more muscle behind those kicks.”
Brooke took a deep breath and gritted her teeth. She threw another side kick at the girl, but this time the girl jumped to her left and evaded the kick. And just as Brooke’s momentum carried her forward, the behemoth slugged her in the temple with a right cross.
The blow knocked Brooke’s legs out from under her and sent her sprawling on her stomach. She winced as she cut her hands on the gravel. The fat girl stepped forward and stomped down on her ass. She then grabbed Brooke by the back of her hair and pulled her to her feet. Brooke screamed.
Brooke threw her arms up in front of her as the girl swung her around by the hair to face her. Her eyes were glazed as she landed on her boots and stumbled forward. Another right cross struck the side of her face and knocked her on her back.
Brooke shook her head as the girl waddled toward her. She was now seeing double.
The girl picked Brooke up by her arm. Just as Brooke got to her feet, the girl hit her in the gut.
“Uhhhhhh!”
The blow doubled Brooke over. She held her stomach. She grimaced as the girl slapped her hand on top of her head, grabbed the back of her belt, spun her around and threw her against one of the high stacks of amalgamated junk.
Brooke hit the stack with her shoulder and grimaced in pain, then fell to her right side. She tried to push herself up but got kicked in the back.
“Uhhhhhh!” she cried, as she hung on to some extended pipe-like object. “Oh, God. Ohhhhh!”
The girl kicked her in the back again.
“Uhhhhhh!”
Cusshhhhhhh!
A brutal backhand struck the left side of her face and knocked her to the gravel.
“Please stop,” Brooke cried, as she threw her arms up in defense.
The behemoth just laughed at her. She then stepped over her left leg, picked Brooke up by the front of her jacket and punched her in the nose, knocking her head back. Brooke’s nose exploded on impact, then her head hit stack of metal refuse. Her face was covered with blood. The girl held onto the lapel of Brooke’s jacket. She cocked her fist back and hit her in the mouth, knocking her against the junk pile again. And when Brooke started to fall forward, as her eyes rolled toward her forehead, the girl slugged her in the stomach.
“Uhhhhh!”
Brooke dropped to her knees, then collapsed on her right side. The girl kicked her in the ass, then stomped on her left thigh.
“Ohhhhh!” Brooke cried. She grabbed her leg. “Please. Somebody help me!”
Brooke lifted her head up and threw her left hand out blindly to try to stop the next blow. But she still got kicked in the side of the head. A second kick lifted her up on her knees and sent her face plowing into the stack of junk, which put a two-inch gush in her forehead and eyebrow.
Still on her knees and facing the junk pile, Brooke started crying as blood flowed down her face. She placed her face in her hands and continued sobbing, but that only mad the girl angrier. She lifted her thick leg up and drove her knee into Brooke’s back. Brooked bounced off the stack of refuse and fell over backward. But the fat girl showed no mercy. She picked Brooke up, leaned her against the stack of junk and slugged her in the mouth.
Brooke’s head lolled as she leaned against the stack of junk. Her legs wobbled. The girl grabbed her hair and raised her head up. Brooke just stared at the girl like a scared rabbit—mouth open and streams of blood flowing down her face. One eye was blackened and halfway shut. Her right cheek and jaw were swollen to twice their normal size.
Cussshhhhhh!
“Uhh!”
The girl punched her on the swollen side of her jaw, then drove her knee into her gut. Brooke started to fall forward but got shoved against the stack of junk again. The behemoth lifted her chin up again and smashed her in the face. Two more face punches sent her plunging to the ground—thoroughly beaten, bloodied and humiliated.
“As I told your slut friends, this is what you get for selling drugs to high school kids.”
“I’m so sorry,” Brooke cried, as she lay on the ground writhing in pain. “Please stop beating me.”
“You want the fight to be over, bitch?”
“Yes,” Brooke murmured.
“Okay,” said the girl.
She pulled Brooke to her feet and leaned her against the junk pile. Brooke leaned her head back, with her eyes closed, as blood poured from her nose, mouth and eyebrow. The girl waited a couple seconds. Brooke started crying again but was now looking up at the sky. She didn’t see the girl cock her fist back. But when she drove it into Brooke’s nose with an upward thrust, her eyes rolled. Her body then slumped to the ground like a ragdoll.
