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 younger girls look for older females, such as drunk or cocky cowgirls, who the high school girls think and know are easy prey. The drunk ones often come out of the country bar and get accosted on they way to their cars -- or after they visit one of the fast food establishments in town. One such incident did take 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 seems always the case, 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 come. She loved bashing women's faces in, especially the cocky cowgirls. Andrea had put several of the 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 girl's 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 them. 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 them discussing potential victims for this girl who was blonde, 5'4 and 110 pounds. The girl had reportedly been beaten up a couple times at school by tougher girls about her size. Some said she was the worst fighter in the senior class, who'd 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 out front to count down one of the registers. Andrea had the loudest mouth -- a tad deep -- in the joint. The next thing I knew the two Cathys 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 a pretty blonde about 5'4" and 110 pounds standing at the counter getting ready to order. She was really pretty and looked about twenty-five. Her right eye was, in a somewhat eerie way, slightly lower than her left but she was still very sexy. 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 jeans, which were neatly tucked into a pair of tan chaps, and a brown, blue and white-checked blouse. Her slim chest and waist fit perfectly into the tight jeans she was wearing. It was late summer but the evening was quite pleasant.
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 Hell in her five-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. Within a few minutes, the five of them were outside in the parking lot ready to commence the initiation.
They thought that with all the business I wouldn't know what was going on. But I slipped out the back door and walked around to the back sidewalk just as Tami grabbed the woman's arm by her pickup truck.
"Hey, cowgirl! My friend here says you're a slut and wants to fight you," said Tami.
"Hey! Let me go," 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 apparently.
"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 and 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," she said. "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."
"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 shit out of her twat and you'll level her." The cowgirl looked extremely scared after staring at Andrea. She was freaky looking anyway, over a foot taller than her and as wide as the doors at the stables she worked at.
"What are you looking at cxnt?" She 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 and violently twisted the woman's head at a forty-five degree angle to face Trudy again. She grabbed the woman's arm and knocked her bag of food onto the parking lot. Tami 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." The cowgirl glanced over at the giant girl again. She shuddered and her knees quivered at the thought. "And believe me when I tell you that you won'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.
The cowgirl got bolder. "You think you can kick my ass, little school girl? I'm tougher than I might look." The other girls laughed. "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.
Trudy glared, hesitating a second, and then charged the woman.
"Get her," shouted Tami. "Kick her fuckin' ass.
The two locked hands. Trudy proved to be stronger and easily drove the woman back against her truck. 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, she grabbed the woman's hair with both hands and started slamming the cowgirl's head against the side of her pickup. The woman tried to fend her off but started loosing her footing in the boots. Her cowboy hat fell to the pavement.
With the girls cheering, Trudy traded slaps with the blonde, then punched her in the eye. The woman staggered and her legs nearly buckled. She recovered and attempted a weak slap at Trudy but got punched in the gut. She immediately fell to her knees and held her stomach. She was breathing heavily.
"You a smoker, cxnt?" said Andrea. Without looking at her, the cowgirl said, "Fuck you," under her breath, but Andrea heard her.
"You're gonna regret that, cxnt!"
Trudy paused a second and then pounced on the cowgirl and 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 cowgirl to her feet, swung her around and slammed her into her truck face-first. The little blonde bounced off the truck and fell to her knees again. She slowly got up and staggered in her boots. Trudy shoved her against the truck again.
"Umphhhh!" the cowgirl aspirated, as she hit her back against the truck. She slid to her ass, grimacing in pain.
"Finish her," said Tami. "You have to knock her out." Trudy went over and started kicking the blonde in the leg, her side and even her 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. She tried to slap Trudy but Trudy got an even firmer grip on the woman's long blonde hair, pulled her toward her and kneed her in the stomach.
"Uhhhhhhh," the blonde cried. She 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 girl -- eyes closed and upper teeth biting her lower lip. Trudy hauled back and punched the blonde in the jaw. The woman's eyes shot upward and she staggered some more.
"Knock her ass out," Tami shouted. "You got the little cxnt." Trudy delivered a couple blows to the cowgirl's nose and temple and slammed the cowgirl with an uppercut that knocked her to the pavement. The cowgirl's face was covered with blood as she lay spread-eagled and unconscious.
Trudy walked over and kicked the woman in the pussy area of her tight jeans as hard as she could. "That's for calling me a little school girl, cxnt. I certainly kicked your ass, didn't I?"
The girls congratulated Trudy. "You really kicked her ass," said Tammy. "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 than her. The question now is . . . is there anyone that cowgirl could 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 picked the cowgirl up over her shoulder. She walked over and tossed her 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. She then ripped the woman's shirt off. The girls cheered her on as straddled the cowgirl then crushed her with her immense weight. When Andrea stood up the woman was again unconscious. Andrea, however, was holding the cowgirl's chaps, which she would've probably kept as a souvenir if I hadn't intervened at the point.
"That's for saying, 'fuck you,' to me, but you're the one who got fucked."
A few minutes later, the cowgirl came to again and glared at me as I helped her up.
"What kind of restaurant do you run here?" she shouted--blood streaming down from a cut near her eyebrow. Andrea had probably pasted that wound on her when she walloped her at the ast second. The cowgirl was glassy-eyed. Her blue jeans were ripped at the knees and now partially pulled down her thighs. Her small tits were exposed for the world to see. 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 went for the kill.
I felt bad because the cut near the cowgirl's eye was on the eye that was lower than the other. "I'll sue this place." I apologized to her and somehow avoided a law suit. At the time, rumor had it that Andrea threatened to finish the job if she ever went to the cops. That certainly would be enough to convince me if I were a 110-pound woman up against a girl fourteen inches taller and nearly three times my size.
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.
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 girl friends 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 had reportedly threatened to kill her, which I totally believed, as 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. If you happen to start winning the fight, you may then get leveled by one of the bigger girls. Sad but true in an a world that's becoming more violent.
Rick
