Big Nick Mozowski

Everyone called him Mozo, and he used to play for the Rams when they were still in St Louis as a middle linebacker. He was there to watch the game, and cheer on his fellow comrades. He looked over at this loudmouthed lady with an annoyed look on his face. He scowled at her.

Ashley, deciding it would be lots of fun to add insult to injury, decided to jump up and down and cheer even louder every time the Patriots got a first down. She was not about to back down to this scowling Neanderthal. Besides, it was way too much fun for her to rub salt into the wounded Rams fans in this place.

Nick watched, still scowling, as the bubbly beauty stood up and shouted out while doing her best cheerleader impersonation. That was enough for him. She had to be taught a lesson. He stood up, all six foot eight of him, and slowly made his way over to where Ashley sat.

Ashley looked up into the eyes of the angry, scowling man. She suddenly felt very much afraid, and she gulped hard. "Is there something I can do for you?" she inquired.

"Oh there's a lot you can do for me" answered Mozo. "You see, the Rams are my former team, and I'd like to watch them play in peace. You're causing quite a disturbance. Can't you just sit here quietly, and watch?"

Ashley stood up as she found the arrogant courage to face this Goliath of a man in front of her. She was not about to back down, no matter what. "It's a free country, and I have a right to express myself. I don't see any signs up that say this bar is a restricted zone. I'm going to cheer as long, and as loud as I want for my team. I can't help it the Rams are losers."

"It's called simple common courtesy, you obnoxious cunt" responded Mozo.

"Obnoxious cunt?" Ashley shouted out loud. "I'll have you know I'm Ashley Alexiss. I'm a star model."

"I don't care who you are" retorted Mozo. "You're a spoiled brat, and you deserve to be treated like one." He'd had enough. He suddenly reached out and grabbed her with one huge hand, and bent her over the table. He pulled her pants down with his other hand, exposing her blue and white Patriots thong. He grabbed the thong, and ripped it away from Ashley's body, leaving her bare ass for all to see. "Look at this!" he chuckled, as he waved the ripped thong over his head like a trophy. The bar went wild, and everyone cheered at Ashley's predicament.

"I bet she's wearing a Patriots bra, too!" one of the patrons yelled out.

Ashley squirmed and struggled on the table top. She suddenly didn't like the predicament she found herself in. Her bare, curvy ass was hanging out, and who knew what was going to happen to her next.

Mozo grabbed the back of her Patriots jersey. "You heard the man. Are you wearing a Patriots bra?"

"Y-yes" she answered timidly. In fact she was wearing Patriots socks and Patriots shoes as well. She even wore Patriots earrings.

"Take off everything you have on that has to do with the Patriots, or I will tear it off of you" seethed Mozo.

Ashley knew he was serious as she shook with new found fear. She felt Mozo's grip on her neck and jersey ease up. This could be her chance to get away, bare assed or not. Or she could comply with Mozo's demands, and strip.