I went to junior high and high school with some huge fat girls years ago. Many of those girls would talk about fights with older chicks. And I wasn't surprised to hear that most of these girls beat the crap out of their female victims-sometimes brutally. Years later, in my stint as a high school teacher, I continued to hear more about fat girls fighting. Today these girls are more brutal than ever. They will pick a fight with anyone. Fat black girls are the toughest of all and the bad-assed ones won't hesitate to knock a white chick's head off, especially when she's strutting her stuff in the hood.
Rosie Thacker, a huge black girl who is 6'3" and nearly 400 pounds, was out with a couple of her fat teen friends one night--all were about 18. This girl is a champion shot putter and can smack a softball several miles. She's also beaten the crap out of a lot of people and spent time in juevie a few years back. Rosie enjoys picking on smaller girls and women and hates white chicks because of the way they treated her when she was young.
She and her friends were passing by an ATM vestibule when they spotted a women about 30 getting money from the ATM machine. It was after ten p.m. The hapless woman was probably just banking when she had time. Turns out, she worked at a horse ranch several miles away but needed money for gas. She didn't want to use her credit card because it was maxed out. Worse things than using her credit card were about to transpire, and Rosie thought, tough shit.
"Let's have some fun," said Rosie. You guys stay out here. Rosie opened the glass vestibule door and crept inside. She approached the slim, somewhat bowlegged woman from behind, who was clad in tight jeans and boots. The woman looked like she had just left some barn, as she had some dust on her dark jeans. She was only about 5'4" tall and 115 pounds. Rosie knew the woman had no chance of escaping her. She'd just slam the honkie bitch against the wall if she tried to escape, or take her down and squash her tiny ass.
"Stick-um up, cowgirl!" Rosie shouted. The woman jumped. Rosie quickly stabbed the woman in the back with her index finger. The woman groaned and grimaced, then raised her hands up. Rosie's fat finger had clearly hurt her--a powerful jab near the spine. Rosie stiffled a giggle as the other two high school girls peered in. Both were hitting their palms with their fists, prodding Rosie to beat her ass.
"I want you to draw out $2,000 for me and my friends, cowgirl.
"I'm a horse trainer and I can't do that," the woman chirped. She still had her hands up. The woman started to turn around but Rosie shoved her toward the ATM machine, pressing her huge stomach against the woman.
"You're gonna get the $2,000, you skinny, pathetic, little bowlegged shit kicker, or face severe consequences. Now, do it!"
The women tried to slap Rosie in the face but the huge girl evaded the blow. Big mistake! Rosie grabbed her right arm and slammed it against the ATM wall. The woman's ATM card fell out of her hand. The woman kicked out at her with her left boot but Rosie hip-butted her before she could get her leg up high enough to do any damage. Rosie promptly grabbed the woman's other arm, bent down and head-butted the horse trainer in the forehead. The woman's eyes rolled upward and her mouth shot open. A one-inch gash appeared near her left eyebrow. Blood started trickling down the woman's eyes and face as her legs shot out and she fell on her ass.
"Get up, cowgirl cxnt. Rosie pulled the woman to her feet. The woman's legs wobbled. She gained some strength back in her legs and ran for the door. But she was prompted greeted by two other teen behemoths who grabbed one arm each, walked her backward and slammed her back-first against the wall.
"Umphhhhh!" the woman aspirated. She looked at the girls with her bloody face; her throat churned.
"Yehawwww!" one girl shouted. It stunned the woman. "Where's your horse, bitch!"
"Yeah, ain't no rodeo around here, you Buffy-ass slut." She then punched the woman in the side.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
"Give me the pin code to your bank card," said Rosie.
"No." Another fat girl grabbed the horse trainer's mouth and cheeks and squeezed them.
"Better do as you're told, bitch, 'cause you don't look like you can do much about it," she said.
"No!"
Rosie walked over and had the girl hold the woman's arms out as she stood behind her. Rosie then delivered a solid blow to the woman's gut, just above her large silver belt buckle.
"Uhhhhhhh! Oh, God. Please . . . uhhh . . . don't hurt me." She aspirated and slumped over. Her legs buckled.
"You want more, shit kicker, because I'll let you have it right here. I've owned a lot tougher girls in juevie than your skinny ass. Your skinny ass wouldn't survive a day in juevie. The girls would tear your skinny, bowlegged ass up. As a matter of fact, I'll make you my bitch right here if you don't give me your PIN number."
"I can't - "
Another solid blow to the gut knocked the woman to her knees. Rosie then socked her in the eye and knocked her to the floor. With her eyebrow bleeding even more and face covered with blood, the horse trainer tried to push herself off her stomach. Rosie picked the woman up by her hair. The horse trainer screamed.
"Please don't hurt me anymore. I'm beaten enough."
"I'll decide how bad I'm gonna beat you, cxnt, but you better get me the money." She pushed the woman against the ATM machine. She then shoved the woman's face against the machine after putting her arm in a hammerlock. She grabbed the woman's pointer finger.
"I'm gonna break your finger right now if you don't give us the code."
"Okay. Okay. I give. I give. I give up. It's in my purse." Without hesitation, Rosie ripped the purse off the woman's shoulder, breaking the strap. The other two girls held the woman face-first against the wall. Rosie got the code from a piece of paper. What a stupid bitch, she thought as she typed in the code and withdrew $2,000. For the hell of it, she withdrew another $2,000. "I got a big appetite."
Rosie smirked as she held fistfuls of cash in her hands.
"Spread your legs bitch." Rosie enjoyed humiliating the skinny white horse trainer. The woman spread her legs as the girls held her against the wall. "Bend over more." The woman did as she was told. Rosie then raised her giant leg and kicked the woman in the cxnt between her bowed legs. The woman cried out, opening her mouth in agony.
The girls released the woman. Rosie turned the woman around and pointed her fat finger at her thin oval face. The girls went through her purse and found her license and address. "You better not tell the cops because we now know your address."
"You call the police and I'll come over your apartment and pounce on you. I may even rear-end that tight little ass of yours, you hear me, cxnt!" Rosie stuck her fat hand out and patted the woman on the left rear pocket of her tight jeans. "The things I'd do to you, ummmm. I'd tear that up."
The woman nodded. But Rosie wasn't finished. She hated skinny white bitches. Just as the woman turned to face her, Rosie cocked her arm back and punched the horse trainer in the jaw, knocking her off her boots and halfway across the room. The woman hit the floor and landed spread-eagled. Rosie had knocked her out cold.
"Sorry. I just had to sock ya. It's just my nature." Rosie then grabbed the woman by the legs and jacket, lifted her up and tossed her across a nearby counter, knocking papers everywhere. She ripped the woman's jacket and blouse off, exposing her skinny chest and small tits. "That'll teach you not to come into our neighborhood, bitch. The woman just lay on the counter on her stomach shirtless--totally beaten by the fat black teenage girl. Before Rosie left, she pulled the horse trainer off the counter, grabbed the woman's tits from behind and squeezed them. She then bear hugged her from behind, lifting the woman a foot or more off her boots. She placed the woman on her knees and leaned her against the front window of the vestibule, mashing her tits against the glass. That's where she left the woman. The girls were laughing hysterically as they walked away.
