I used to teach English at the high school years ago, and many times I got to hear conversations going on between my students. One of the more interesting discussions I heard was when one of the girls mentioned a fight that was taking place later that afternoon behind a school outside the area.
As I homed into the conversation, pretending to review the assignment before class started, I heard a girl named Karen, who is a cheerleader, say one of the cheerleaders was fighting an older biker chick who worked at a strip joint across town. The fight was supposed to be an initiation fight to get accepted into some gang or something.
To my amazement, the conversation continued as the girls were walking outside the classroom. I just happened to be following them to my next class for several minutes. Here’s how the conversation went – and here’s what I heard through the grapevine as to what that girl said about the two fighters. This is my recollection of the event as I put into words by the girl and some of her friends. The girl who fought the biker chick, Trudy, was 18, as were the other girls. And the biker chick was 32.
“I think Trudy will beat the biker chick up,” said Karen. “She’s a great at cheerleading, and a good athlete as well.
“How big is the biker chick,” said her friend.
“Five-five, one-fifteen. About the same size as Trudy.”
“That’s pretty skinny.”
“Yeah. Not to mention the bitch is in her thirties and probably soft.”
“She may work out, though.”
“So does Trudy,” said Karen. “Besides, most people do. But our girls have beaten up plenty of chicks who work out.”
“True.”
I overheard the girls say the fight was at four o’clock. As tempting as it was, I didn’t show up because I didn’t want to risk my job. Here’s an account of what happened as we head straight to the action.
“Come on, Trudy, f*ck her up,” said some girl.
“Yeah, bloody her nose,” said another.
The cheerleader and blonde biker chick, who was very pretty, circled around each other – the former still in her uniform and the latter in tight dark Levi’s, Harley bandana and sleeveless white shirt.
The combatants grabbed each other’s hands and grappled for a few seconds, then Trudy pushed the blonde against the high, softball field fence. The woman closed her eyes as she bounced off the fence. And before she regained her footing, Trudy socked her in the jaw with a right cross.
The blow knocked the blonde against the fence again. She turned her head as Trudy charged her and hit her in the eye with flying punch.
The woman’s knees buckled. She tried to scamper to her right, but Trudy grabbed the back of her belt and hair and slammed her against the fence again.
This time, the blonde bounced back and landed a blow across Trudy’s cheek. She kicked the cheerleader in the stomach with the toe of her boot, then slammed a back kick into the girl’s shoulders as she doubled over.
“No fair,” shouted one girl. “This chick knows karate.”
The biker chick -- panting with her blackened eye -- smiled and nodded. She flipped the crowd the bird with her left hand, turned toward Trudy and threw another front kick.
This time, the high school girl, parried her leg and hit the biker chick in the mouth, sending a freshet of blood sluicing down her chin. The biker chick staggered. Glassy-eyed and rubbery-legged, she slowly raised her arms and planted her boots on the pavement, assuming a tae kwon do stance.
"Come on, Trudy. You got this cocky little bitch," someone said.
Trudy hit the woman in the stomach with a front kick. The woman doubled over a second, then threw a sloppy roundhouse kick at the girl’s right hip. The two traded several punches and another round of kicks. But when the woman raised her leg and threw another roundhouse, Trudy kicked her between the legs before the kick landed.
“Uhhhh!” cried the blonde, as she staggered in front of Trudy.
“Wooooo,” cried a few girls. “Bet that hurt, skinny biker bitch!”
Trudy kicked the biker chick in the cxnt again and dropped the her to her knees.
“Finish her off, Trudy.”
A backhand to the side of the face sent the blonde to the pavement. Trudy grabbed her by her belt and hair and pulled her to her feet, eliciting a terrified scream from the victim.
The cheerleader wasted no time as she grabbed the back of the blonde’s hair and arm, shoved her forward and slammed her head into a post near the softball field gate. The girl slammed the biker chick into the post again, then kicked her in the stomach as she doubled over from the blow.
The cheerleader jerked the woman around and hit her in the mouth again, then in the nose. The biker chick’s nose exploded like a cherry as her legs gave way. She was soon on her back, looking up at the cheerleader.
“So, you’re a karate chick, huh?
The woman didn’t respond. She just lay on her back, bleeding from her nostrils, mouth and forehead.
Well, I got news for you, karate bitch. Cheerleaders can kick ass, too.”
The other girls cheered, then Trudy dropped down and straddled the biker chick.
“Hit her some more,” said one girl.
The woman looked terrified. “Please,” she cried, spitting up blood. “No more.”
Trudy turned her head and smirked at the crowd. She saw a girl give her the thumbs down sign. The cheerleader turned back toward the biker chick, raised her fist and slammed it into the blonde’s nose and mouth, ending the fight with a knockout.
The crowd berated the woman as blood spilled from her face to the pavement. Trudy looked down at the biker chick after she stood up and smirked. Some tall, hefty girl walked over and patted Trudy on the back. Welcome to the gang, cheerleader. The big girl looked down at the woman and chuckled. "We call these biker women meat because we're always using them as adversaries for our gang members." She walked behind the woman, bent her massive form down and lifted the blonde up by the back of the head. The bitch was still unconscious -- bruised and battered beyond belief. Blood poured down her neck and onto her shirt and jeans. "Take a picture for keepsake."
Trudy seemed a bit perplexed but retrieved her camera and snapped a pic of the vanquished blonde. The fat girl then engulfed the woman in a rear bearhug, and hoisted her up off her ass. The blonde looked like a ragdoll in her massive arms. "I'll take her in the woods so we don't leave any evidence of the fight."
"What if she talks to the police?" said Trudy.
"Are you kidding," said the heavy girl. "Most of these cxnts are drug dealers or runners. Besides, this little bitch will never admit to getting her ass handed to her her by a high school girl. Right, little cxnt?" She slapped the side of the woman's head, then dragged her by the heels of her boots about a hundred feet into the woods.
"I hope she doesn't doing anything to that woman," Trudy said to one of the girls. "She's over three hundred pounds and would kill that skinny blonde in a fight."
"No, Claire will check her jeans' pockets for money or drugs -- and maybe an oriface or two. You know, get the latex gloves out and do some exploring.
"F*ck," said Trudy.
"Did you see the camel toe on that chick. Her jeans were so tight, it was prominant as hell."
"What do you think I was aiming for in the fight?"
"You're wicked," said the friend.
"I just wanted to finish her off. Besides, I think she had some piercings down there because she squealed when I kicked her in the pussy. Seriously, though, Claire won't hurt her, will she?"
"Claire likes to humiliate skinny biker chicks. Besides, what are they going to do about it? The girl's well over six feet and as strong as an ox. Biker chicks just take the punishment or humiliation and keep their little mouths shut -- or face some severe consequences. But really, Claire grabbed a roll of hundreds from her purse earlier."
A few minutes later, one of the girls heard Trudy talking to her friend – the same one I saw walking in the hallway with her.
“You really kicked her ass,” said the girl.
“Yeah, but she wasn’t that tough,” said Trudy. “I’ve fought much tougher girls at school.”
“Probably,” said the girl. “By the way, you’ve got blood all over your arms and uniform.
“Tide pods will get them out.”
“Better clean them before your mother sees it.”
“Yeah, she'll put her own foot up my hiney if she finds out.”
The two laughed as they made their way to their cars.
“Who’s next on the initiation list?” said the girl.
“You are, I think.”
“F*ck,” she said.
“Don’t worry about it. The gang leader will probably pit you against some other hapless biker chick.”
“Yeah. They do that a lot, don’t they.”
“Biker chicks are easy prey,” said Trudy. “The skinny ones act tough walking around in their tight jeans, boots and leather jackets. But they’re nothing really. That bitch I beat even knew karate, though I don’t know how good she is.”
I heard she was a black belt,” said the girl.
“Well, she sure sucked.
“Apparently.”
“Yeah, that last kick I threw actually smacked the bitch in the tits.”
“No shit,” said the girl.
“Yeah--and she has some good-size knockers on her.”
The two laughed again, then hopped into their cars. Meanwhile, I’m still sitting here thinking about the fight. It’s weird how I always catch these conversations between female students. It’s as if I’m a magnet for girl fights or something.
