Treachery is abundant.

Upon seeing the fervent desperation in the eyes of Elly and Christie, it became clear that logic and reason were among the casualties of the day. The two girls were **** to win and would continue their panty-raid until they were satisfied, despite the fact that at the rate things were going there were far more asses being bared than were necessary.

Girls who trusted one-another to catch them when the fell from a human pyramid, now threw each other at the two hunters in hopes of delaying their potential embarrassment. Some even began to strip their teammates and toss their panties in Christie and Elly's direction. Anything to keep their own dignity intact.

And amidst all this humiliating chaos, Isabel sat atop one of the bleachers, looking out over the display with a sneer. She was the Roman Emperor, the gym her Colosseum, and the cheerleaders were the gladiators who fought for her entertainment. By the time this little 'game' was over, the girls would be too focused on getting **** against each other to even remember that Isabel was the one who orchestrated the shame-show.

Isabel pulled out the camcorder she had hidden away and started recording the scene. It never hurt to have some **** material.

"God, I love my life~."