Posted by J.P. on 9/18/2002, 7:55 am
Message modified by board administrator 10/20/2002, 7:28 am

Now that high school football is back I think back a few years when I was captain of our high school cheerleading squad. I was captain for all four years and my daddy was school board president so maybe that helped? Clashes between squads sometimes happened but that was part of the cheerleading thing. We were playing our rival high school for their homecoming game. The intensity was pretty good between the football teams and the cheerleaders. We wanted to beat them on the field of play as well as out cheer them. The football team let our school down but I felt we did show more spirit than their cheerleaders. After the game was over we formed a line and said congrats to each member of their squad. Always captains were last in line. As their captain said something to me with that phony smile I said in a very sweet innocent voice "my squad wants to fight your squad". She did not really have a look of fear she simply said "we would be happy to kick all your c**ts b#*ch. It was great to know we understood each other. She explained where our squads would fight so I said see you in a few minutes. It was close to where the football game was so I told the girls the plan for the fight. And no the fight is agreed to by most of my squad before I challenge another squad. All of our squad must participate because of numbers. If we only have 7 fighting cheerleaders and they have 10 3 of us have to fight 2 cheerleaders not 1 on 1. So we changed into blouses tight ass jeans and I wear cowboy boots in case the girl I am fighting need a good kick in the head or ribs. Its was nice it was not a "captains" fight which means the captain of their squad and I fight each other only. So we all get changed and meet at the area. There were cars to light the area and since it was their home game they had to remove their tops first. Even if visitors want to fight the home team gets home field so their shirts must come off first. And all their cheerleaders came so the numbers were even, 10 vs 10. They were standing in a line with their tops off and my girls got to pick out a girl to fight. But the had to match closely in breast size. That is why a captains fight may be bad cause I have 36dd's and if their captain has like 34b's I could be in a world of hurt cause it is a fight and anything goes. This is not miss congeniality you know! So I pick a girl on their squad and it was my lucky night they had a big breasted brunette. My favorite person to fight. This will be great I thought. I remove my top and line up in front of her and we stare darts into each other. She seems happy to fight a blond too. Maybe its natural blond vs brunette. But when I remove my top I throw it at her. This is a sign I want to fight for tops also. The winner gets both! I have heard of girls that have like trophy room where tops of beaten cheerleader are kept. But she seems hesitant to throw her top, that lays at her feet, back as sign in agreement with me, a top fight. But finally she agrees and throws hers on top of mine. Great I think!! Now that all the formalities are out of the way business. I put up both fists as I want to fist fight. My finger nails do dig into my own flesh with little pain as I am interested in kicking her a**. We approach each other not charging but being careful as she and I begin swinging at each other. I am sure in the background screams or dull thuds of fist striking other girls flesh can be heard but I am concentrating on this b#*@h. We swing and fumble around as neither of us is that good and we fall together from missing our swings and immediately took 2 handfuls of hair. Now we are really getting to this. One of us trips the other and to the grass we go. We roll as 1 hand has hair and the other is decoration the others bare back. Pulling hair and scratching bare flesh this is fun. First she was on top and then me continuing to damage the other and make her scream. We kept out breasts pressed closed to each other neither of us could scratch one of them. I got tired of this and I stopped scratching her and I put a left fist into her jaw while I was on the bottom. It did jar her jaw well I thought as I was able to reverse the situation and secure a top position. I was now laying on top of her with her wrists pined to the grass and I got into her face and started to cuss and yell and do anything I could do to humiliate her. I was nose to nose,in her face, as it were just yelling and cussing up a storm when something warm,wet and moist entered my mouth. I could not figure what it was and then oh my god!!! It was her tongue and my lips were pressed against hers!! Oh how sick. That totally broke my efforts to humiliate her and before I knew it I was on the grass and my arms were pinned under her legs,schoolgirl pin I am told, and the world was coming down on my pretty face. Fist after fist was crashing into me and I cried out and tried to get her off but she was not moving. I could feel the warmth of blood in my mouth and I cried our in surrender. She of course would have no part of it and finished me off with a big purple "S" drawn with her lipstick across my forehead. I was marked by her and in a disgusting way beaten in a fight by her. And of course I had to be humiliated by her has as it was now her turn as she was the victor. What a disgusting way to lose. And my top also!