Dani's PWNed

Becky looks on, afraid for her lover’s life.

“I hope you can stand a taste of this.” Dani trash talks.

Christina grins.

“Give me your best shot.”

Dani edges warily toward Christina in her guarded pose, jumping erratically in a zig-zag motion as the latter probes for an opening. Christina is no less cautious, careful not to let her newest opponent get too close. They quickly grow tired of the of the tedius tete-a-tete.

In a moment of weakness, Dani slackens her shoulders. The blow from Christina’s fist stings, but not as much as Dani’s left hook. The Latina quickly recovers from the punch, landing a few of her own on Dani’s right cheek.

“Careful!” Dani teases. “What about my beautiful face?”

“That’ll be the least of your concerns after I’m through with you.”

The two warriors resume their defensive poses, circling around each other again like vicious sharks. Dani eyes Christina warily, looking for an opening of her own.

“What’s the matter, puta?” Christina taunts. “’Got you running scared?”

“You’re just foolin’ yourself if you think I’m going to back out now.”

“Not too late, chica.”

They spar again, throwing punches left and right before breaking off again. The fight between the two resembles nothing so much as a waltz, entangling and then separating from each other in a **** dance. Dani switches tacks, making a move for Christina’s stomach. Christina feints, frustrating Dani even more.

“Bitch!”

“Not my fault you’re a piss poor fighter.”

Beads of sweat pour down Dani’s face. She’s never been in a fight that didn’t involve more than scratching and pulling. Suddenly she’s up against an enemy who not only knows her stuff. She’s good at it too. She’s got to knock her out, and soon.
Not to mention that it’s frickin’ ninety degrees outside.

“You can do it, Dani!” Becky encourages her.

The affirmation falls on deaf ears. Dani studies Christina closely. Sweat rolls off her cheeks. Her throat is parched. She wants nothing more than to get this over with and retreat home for a cold glass of water. If only she’d—

“Oof!”

The punch to the gut catches her off guard. She struggles to remain upright as blow after blow lands on hits her. Her knees buckle as Christina lands an uppercut, crumpling to the ground.

“Ughhhhh…”

Christina eyes Becky, daring her to step up. The cheerleader takes one look at the fallen bodies and flees. Christina huffs.

A peal of sirens awakens her senses. She flees soon after, leaving the two cheerleaders to their fate. As the squad car pull up, the officers’ eyes are aghast.

“My God!” One of the more portly officers cries at the sight of the black and blue fighters.

“Girls these days.” His younger partner observes. “What happened to just the yanking their hair and stuff.”

“The end of Western civilization if you ask me.”

“This’ll be up on YouTube within an hour, I guarantee you.”

The younger officer motions for help as he hauls them into the vehicle. His partner calls it in, glancing over his shoulder every so often.

Just because it’s a good school, doesn’t mean there aren’t problems.

“Wait until the boys at headquarters hears about this…”