Posted by Ric delCampo on April 07, 2003 at 17:44:24:
A Season with the Dallas Cowgirl Cheerleaders
Chapter 6
By Ric delCampo
Dallas Cowgirls vs. Venice Beach Bunnies.
“You know, these exhibition matches are nothing more than attempts to kill us,” Christine Golden said. She was too upset to eat and pushed aside her plate.
“What do you mean ‘us’?” Scott McKoy said. “I think there’s a more specific target in mind.”
“Okay, Raquel then,” Christine agreed. “But she’s the best shooter on my team and I wouldn’t be winning the matches I’m winning without her.”
“I don’t think they know what’s going on,” Scott said. “I think Raquel’s grandstanding has diverted some of the spotlight away from you and what you’re doing.”
“It’s still not fair. It’s a cheat. We’ve won every match this year. We deserve to go to the Super Bowl. We’ve earned it.”
“Nonetheless, the League has decided that if you do not participate in this exhibition match, the Cowgirls will not play in the Super Bowl,” Scott said. “I have protested their decision to no avail.”
“Worst case scenario is you lose twelve of your team,” he added.
“Worst case for you!” Christine clarified. “I could get killed; and so close to achieving my goal.”
“You’re going to slaughter them, don’t worry,” Scott assured her.
“What do the scouts say?”
“They’re all amateurs. Another publicity stunt by the league. They’re all muscle babes, body builders from Venice Beach. But no male steroids, no freaks. They all meet league rules on beauty and femininity.”
“The hook is they are all the most perfectly fit women in the league. Perfect athletes, bodies toned to perfection. They are all strong, determined, disciplined, and self-confident. Downside, I don’t see any masochists in the lot of them. They’re not like the Pro’s, all pining to die.”
“You are going to have to kill them all, one at a time, with no help from them. This will probably be the bloodiest match you’ve had all season. In spite of the fact the teams will be limited to twelve each. I see them giving as well as they take.”
“This Cage Match rules seem bogus to me too,” Christine said.
“They say it’s to draw bigger ratings, to spice up the matches with something different. For me, it breaks too much with tradition. If they want to have cage matches, they ought to start another league. There’s nothing about Cheerleader tradition in a cage match.”
“So you agree,” Christine returned to her previous theme, “this is just a stunt to wreck my team?”
Scott actually nodded. But tried to change the subject. “I see two different strategies: One, you can send in your best and try to defeat them outright. But you’ll risk losing your best. Two, you can send in twelve of your cannon-fodders, lose them all, lose the match, but retain your best players for the Super Bowl.”
“As attractive as option two is,” Christine said, “It’s not in me to throw a match.”
“What are you going to do about Raquel? The League insists she participate. No more sidelining her.”
“I don’t give a fuck what the League wants. Raquel is my best shooter and I intend for her to be beside me in the Super Bowl. I’m not sure I can win without her.”
“Either way, it’s going to be a money maker,” Scott said. “All the major 3V networks have contracted transmission rights; it’s a small stadium, but the cheapest seats are two to three thousand dollars apiece. Any player who participates gets twice her normal salary.”
“Is that all that concerns you?” Christine chided. “Money?”
“It pays for your food.”
“Fuck you!”
“Promise?” Scott grinned.
“Get me to the Super Bowl, and we’ll see,” Christine said.
“I’ve already booked the charter aircraft.”
“This is so bogus!” Raquel complained as she balanced the Marine K-Bar combat knife in her hands.”
“I agree,” Christine said. “That’s not the question. The League wants you in this match. I want you beside me in the Super Bowl. So the question is this: Can you knife fight? Can you win? If not, I’m holding you out again, to save you for the Super Bowl. Fuck the league.”
“The instructors say I’m good,” Raquel said, “and I’m tired of sitting on the sidelines. I wanna kill some bitches.”
“Rules are different for the cage fight,” Christine said. “It’s one on one. Two girls go in, one dies, one comes out alive.”
“So I only get to kill one bitch, too bad,” Raquel said. “At least nobody will be shooting at me. It’s going to be harder for them to cheat. Count me in on the exhibition team; it’s well passed time I get back into action.”
“Can you please excuse us?” the Commissioner said to the coaches and trainers. They left the locker room. Only the Commissioner and the twelve members of the Venice Beach Bunnies team remained.
“As I explained to you before,” she said, “you have one job and one job only: Kill Raquel Ramos. The woman who kills Ramos will receive a one million dollar bonus.”
A nurse entered the room. She began preparations to inject the Bunnies.
“What is this shit?” Heather, the team Captain asked, “We don’t juice!”
“You’ll do as I say!” the Commissioner declared. “This is a pain killer. If injured or stabbed, you won’t feel a thing.”
“What about our reflexes? This’ll slow us down.”
“Not that much. Not that it matters. This is not going to be a match of skill or speed. Just get in close. She won’t be able to escape. The juice will allow you to take whatever she dishes out long enough for you to kill her.”
The Commissioner gestured to the nurse to begin. “Do your duty to the Motherland. The Matriarch won’t forget.”
The stadium was packed with frenzied fans. It was too noisy to speak as the twelve Cowgirls entered and sat at their bench. The crowd cheered them as the announcer introduced them. Raquel got her first good look at the cage. It was simplicity itself: Square, fifty feet per side, top and bottom, iron bars one inch thick. Two locked entrances on opposite sides. There were 3V cameras covering every angle of the cage.
The crowd cheered as the announcer announced the entrance of the Venice Beach Bunnies. They were all the most perfectly fit women Raquel had ever seen: the standard of physical perfection. All were lean and cut. Their muscles perfectly defined. They had nearly identical tans, only the two Black women on the team were a bit darker. All had oiled their bodies to a glistening, to exhibit their perfectly sculpted muscles. All had dyed their long, silky hair to the same platinum blonde. All wore red headbands, red scrunchies, and tied their hair into pony-tails. All were barefoot.
Their uniform consisted of a red g-string thong, and a tank-top t-shirt, cropped off just below their nipples. They wore no bras. Each woman had firm, erect breasts and pectoral muscles. Their erect nipples dimpled each white cotton shirt.
Their average height was six feet, the average weight 130 lbs. But there’s was not an once of fat on a one of them. It was all muscle.
For this cage match, no cheerleader routine was planned. But as they entered the stadium, each Bunny went into her muscle demonstration, as if this were a body building show. (In spite of the fact Body Building shows had been illegal for thirty years.)
The announcer made his preliminary remarks and announced the first contestants to enter the cage. No one was mentioned by name as to not elevate one team member over another in the public’s mind. Christine stood up, but a referee stopped her.
“Order of contestants is random,” the referee said. She pointed to Raquel. “She goes first for your team.”
Raquel leapt up in excitement. She was raring to go.
“Go kill one for me!” Mervin Hillman had a front row seat behind the Cowgirl bench.
The ref’ unlocked the door, allowed Raquel to enter, then locked the door behind her. The crowd roared its approval when they saw who had entered the cage.
The first Bunny entered from the opposite side. She drew her knife and sneered at Raquel.
Raquel rushed at her recklessly. The Bunny waited, ready.
Raquel whipped off her hat and spun it like a Frisbee into the Bunny’s eyes. Instinctively, she put up her hands.
At that moment Raquel reached her. She thrust her K-Bar sideways, between the Bunny’s ribs, right below her left breast. The razor-sharp black blade slid in effortlessly, sliced her left lung in half. Raquel pivoted the handle, slicing the blade through the Bunny’s heart, cutting it in half.
The Bunny could only stare in surprise at the knife handle protruding from her chest. She was stunned to be dead so fast. She collapsed into a bloody heap.
Raquel waved the bloody knife in triumph as the crowd cheered her.
She walked back to the door, but the ref’ did not unlock it.
“The officials have announced a change in the regulations,” the announcer announced. “The victor from each match will stay in the cage to fight the opposing team’s next player.”
“Death will be the only escape from the cage.”
“What the fuck is this?” Christine screamed at the ref’. “Get her outta there!”
At the other side, Heather entered the cage. She charged at Raquel.
Raquel side-stepped her and they slashed at each other as Heather rushed by. They squared off and parried the other’s initial thrusts. They danced about, shifting positions, seeking to gain advantage, while judging the other’s skill and determination.
Raquel tripped and fell. Heather rucshed forward to exploit the tumble; but it was a feint. Raquel rolled into a ball and came up between Heather’s legs. She stabbed straight up. The blade parted the red silk fabric of Heather’s g-string.
Heather felt a strange burning sensation between her legs, but no pain. She looked down. The K-Bar protruded from her pussy like an exotic dildo. The entire black blade was inserted into her cunt. Her blood poured down her legs as Raquel withdrew the blade and rolled away.
Heather stood motionless, bleeding, savoring the violent sensuality of her death. She dropped her own knife and did a twisting twirl as she fell to the cage floor. Her slender body tremble and her last breath rattled out of her lungs.
Sandy entered the cage. She snarled at Raquel, but approached her warily. The two women circled each other, eying each other, sizing each other up.
Raquel struck the first blow with a feeble thrust that barely scratched Sandy’s skin. Raquel retreat clumsily: Sandy sought to exploit the stumble, but found herself rushing past a miraculously recovered Raquel.
Raquel wrapped her left arm around Sandy’s throat and squeezed to control her. The two sweating bodies pressed together and Sandy struggled to break free of Raquel’s death grip. So intent was she on escaping, she did not notice the K-Bar arching down until it plunged into her chest, just above her left breast. Raquel angled the blade so it penetrated Sandy’s heart. She gave it a twist to completely destroy the organ.
Sandy’s body jerked in violent reaction to her heart being ripped apart. Blood stained her shirt. Her arms dropped to her side and her knife fell useless to the ground. Raquel gave her a twist so her body spun around, face-to-face. Raquel looked into her dying eyes. Sandy’s eyes rolled back and she fell back onto her back. Tits up. Dead.
JosieLynn entered the cage. “I’m gonna kill you, bitch!” She brandished her knife, thinking to intimidate Raquel.
“Bring it on, slut!”
“Watch her!” the Bunny coach shouted. “She’s faking stumbling to draw you in!”
JosieLynn angled to one side, trying to flank Raquel. Raquel held her ground, circling in place to watch her.
“Don’t try and fool me, slut!” JosieLynn hissed. “You’re dead meat!”
Raquel threw her knife at JosieLynn. It was a clumsy toss-- she threw like a girl, and missed by a mile. In a panic, Raquel turned her back on JosieLynn and fled. JosieLynn gave hot pursuit.
Raquel tripped over Sandy’s body and went sprawling. Josielynn leapt over the dead body and came down right on top of Raquel.
A shock rippled threw her body. There was no pain, rather a debilitating numbness. JosieLynn looked down.
Raquel had faked her out. She had snatched up Sandy’s knife as she rolled over Sandy’s body and now she had thrust the razor-sharp blade deep into JosieLynn’s flat belly, just above her g-string.
JosieLynn went to her tippie-toes, trying to get off the impaling blade; but as she raised up on her toes. Raquel followed her up, burying the blade deeper into her belly. They stood face-to-face. JosieLynn couldn’t move. Her body was no longer responding to her brain. She was in shock. Both physical as her body reacted to the fatal trauma inflicted upon it, as well as mental as she realized had badly Raquel had faked her out.
“You can die now, bitch,” Raquel told her. JosieLynn dropped her knife and clutched her belly. She stumbled away, desperate to stay afoot. Her knees trembled and failed her and she sank to her knees. A tremor rippled through her. Her eyes were wide with horror as she realized she was dead. She fell over onto her back, the knife handle still protruding from her lovely corpse.
Raquel recovered her own knife.
“We have an announcement—the officials have made a modification to the rules. Now two Bunnies will enter the cage to fight the Cowgirl.”
There were a few boos from the crowd; but those who really knew Raquel began to cheer and chant, “Kill’em, Raquel! Kill’em, Raquel!”
Jessica and Julia entered the cage. They circled around Raquel from different directions.
“I’m gonna enjoy cutting out you heart, bitch!” Jessica declared. Raquel turned to face her. “I’m gonna kill you so slowly,” Jessica promised. “You’re going to scream in agony. You’re gonna beg me for mercy.”
“I am sooo scared,” Raquel retorted. She inched slowly toward, Jessica, who was backing off at the same pace.
Suddenly, Raquel took a violent step back, slamming into Julia, who was sneaking up behind her, at the same instant, she reached up with her left hand and seized Julia’s wrist as Julia brought her knife down in an arching stab. Rather than trying to stop the knife’s descent, Raquel pulled down hard. Having stepped back, the knife missed her body, slashing at the air in front of Raquel. Julia’s elbow slammed into Raquel’s shoulder, over-extending the joint. Though the pain was dulled by the drug, Julia still dropped her knife. Raquel stabbed backward planting her knife into Julia’s lower belly, right into her cunt.
Julia gasped and grunted. Raquel twisted the knife and Julia squealed.
Raquel stepped forward, withdrawing the blade. Julia clutched her bleeding crotch.
“Now it’s just the two of us,” Raquel stated. Even though Julia wasn’t dead yet.
“All the better,” Jessica replied.
Julia slumped against the irons bars and slid down to sit on her legs. Spasms convulsed her dying body. Her mouth was wide as she tried to gasp for air, but her lungs weren’t working. Her vision grayed. Her head rolled back and she died quietly.
Jessica closed with Raquel. They slashed, parried, and deflected each other’s blows.
“You’re gonna die, traitor!” Jessica snarled in Raquel’s face. “I’m gonna kill you!”
“Less talkin’, more killin’,” Raquel said.
Jessica slashed, powered through Raquel’s block, and sliced Raquel’s arm. “First blood!” Jessica declared in triumph.
Raquel ignored the wound. She didn’t dare break her concentration for one moment.
Jessica slashed again. Raquel began to pant.
Jessica pressed her attack. She sensed victory. She couldn’t wait to collect her one million dollars.
Raquel was breathing hard. Sweat got in her eyes. She stumbled.
Jessica attacked, but suddenly pulled back. Raquel’s blade sliced her arm. Suddenly, Raquel didn’t seem so exhausted. It had all been another ruse.
“I’m not so easy,” Jessica bragged.
“That’s not what she says,” and Raquel pointed at Jessica’s coach.
Jessica glanced back for one second.
Her head whipped around to face Raquel as she felt the burning in her belly button. The instant Jessica had glanced back; Raquel had stabbed her in her belly button. The two girls stood eye-to-eye, Jessica blinked first.
Raquel shoved it in hard, up to the hilt, and gave it a full twist for good measure.
Jessica stared in horror at the knife violating her perfect body. “Nooo,” she moaned. “No, not me!”
Raquel pulled out her knife and stepped back on guard.
Jessica grabbed and hugged her belly. She was hunched over. Blood began to trickle from within her nether lips, to stain her silk thong, to drip in rivulets down her long, silky legs. Jessica straightened up, still clutching her belly, trying to hold the blood in. Her pouty lips quivered in protest at her violation. Her voluptuous body trembled. Her bright eyes were sad and sorrowful. She back up to the bars and began a slow death slide.
Sitting on her legs, Jessica’s breasts heaved with one last desperate attempt to fill her lungs with precious oxygen. Her last gasp escaped her luscious lips. She died, staring with open eyes at yesterday.
The crowd roared its approval.
“Three more Bunnies will now enter the cage,” the announcer announced solemnly.
Sherrill, Cinead, and Sara stepped into the cage. These three held no illusions. They watched Raquel warily, almost in fear.
For her part, Raquel was actually tired. She no longer had to feint exhaustion. Though she did try to hide it. Up till now it had been a challenge. Up to now it had almost been fun. Raquel assessed her situation. She suppressed her fear. She replaced it with anger.
Somebody had succeeded in fooling her.
“Surround her,” Sherrill said. The three girls split up. They held their weapons ready.
“Okay, who wants to die first?” Raquel asked to shake them up.
“Not me!” Sara screamed in horror. She dropped her knife and raised her hands in surrender. “Please, don’t kill me!”
The crowd booed.
Raquel threw her knife. It embedded itself in Sara’s throat. Sara gagged and blood bubbled out of her gaping mouth. She clutched at her neck.
Raquel rushed up and yanked out the knife and shoved Sara aside. She whirled around to face the two girls rushing in to take advantage of her distraction.
Cinead got there first and wasn’t ready for Raquel’s quick reaction. Raquel stabbed her in her left breast, slicing her erect nipple in two. The black blade sank deep into her tender, soft flesh. Cinead gasped in surprise and released her own weapon. She feebly reached for her bleeding breast.
Raquel stabbed her again. Deeper this time, probing for her heart. Cinead stumbled back as her hot blood gushed from her violated body. She grabbed at her wounds.
Sara was bleeding out. A river of blood ran between her breasts and across her convulsing belly. She sank to the ground and fell over in a pool of blood.
Cinead retreated, moaning and gasping. Her firm breasts heaved as she gasped for air. Her lungs were filling with blood. Blood trickled from her full lips and dripped onto her breast. She sat down hard.
Cinead’s sparkling eyes fluttered. Her breath grew shallow. Her last breath rattled out of her lungs and she slumped over sideways. Her red hair haloed out around her like a dead angel.
Sherrill had halted her attack, dumbfounded at the ferocity of Raquel’s counterattack.
“I’m getting tired,” Raquel said. “You wanna get this over with?”
“You’re giving up?” Sherrill asked.
“What gave you that idea?” Raquel asked. “Let me kill you so I can go home and go to bed.”
Sherrill grew angry at Raquel’s arrogance. Her anger gave way to boldness. She resumed her advance. So intent was she on staring down Raquel, that she didn’t see Sandy’s body and tripped over it.
“Let me help you.”
Without thinking, Sherrill reached up to take Raquel’s outstretched hand.
“You really oughtta look where you’re going,” Raquel said as she thrust her knife into Sherrill’s belly. She gave it a firm shove, driving it deep into Sherrill.
Sherrill gasped in surprise. She was stunned. “Oh, shit!”
Raquel thrust deeper. Into Sherrill’s guts.
Sherrill moaned orgasmicly. Her perfectly sculpted body convulsed at its violation. Sherrill fell backward, off of the impaling blade. She sat down hard and hugged herself. Blood bubbled between her arms. Blood trickled out of her pussy. A small rivulet of blood trickled down her mouth. She looked up beseechingly at Raquel.
“You can die now,” Raquel said.
Sherrill complied by slumping over. Her lithe body shuddered. Her heart stopped beating. Sherrill died, eyes open and staring beyond the cage bars.
The crowd was off its feet cheering, screaming, hollering, and chanting: “Raquel! Raquel! Raquel!”
Raquel was truly exhausted. She watched warily as the last three Bunnies entered the cage. For their part, they were absolutely terrified.
“Kill’em! Kill’em! Kill’em!” the crowd chanted.
“Don’t give up!” Christine shouted.
“You give up now,” Hillman shouted, “I’ll never fuck you again!”
Raquel grinned. “Didn’t you wanna try me dead?”
“No!” Hillman shouted back.
Raquel steeled herself. She took a step forward.
The three Bunnies shrieked in horror and panic. They scrambled for the door, tossing their weapons aside.
“Let me out!” one pleaded.
One turned to Raquel. “Please don’t kill me!” She dropped to her knees. Raquel walked past her, then suddenly turned and slit her throat from behind. “Sorry,” she said. “Can’t trust you behind me.”
The other two girls backed up against the bars, trying vainly to climb out of her way.
Raquel stabbed the first one, thrusting directly into her sternum, into her heart. She gasped, clutched her breast, and fell dead at Raquel’s feet.
Raquel turned to the last Bunny.
“This is really pathetic,” she said. “At least pick up your weapon.”
“No, you’ll kill me.”
“Of course I’ll kill you,” Raquel replied. “That’s the game you signed up for. Come on down here. If you’re not gonna fight, at least die with some dignity. Put on a show for the audience. They paid good money to see you die sexily.”
But the girl turned around and tried to climb the bars.
Raquel stabbed her in the back, severing her spinal cord.
The girl clutched at her wounded back, and fell away from the bars. Raquel finished her with a quick, deep stab into her left breast.
The crowd screamed in ecstasy. They were on their feet stamping and screaming and cheering.
The referee opened her door and Raquel walked out to her teammates.
Christine hugged her.
“You were magnificent!” Scott McKoy declared.
“You’re coming home with me tonight!” Mervin Hillman insisted. “Any thing you desire tonight is yours!”
The crowd went silent as the announcer made an important announcement. “The Commissioner of Cheerleader Gunfights announces the following teams will participate in the Cheerleader Super Bowl in two weeks: The Dallas Cowgirls vs. The Philadelphia Eaglettes.”
“You did it,” Scott said to Christine.
“I still gotta win!”
Hillman led Raquel to his limo while Christine went home alone.
The announcer auctioned off the lovely Bunny bodies to the highest bidders.
“No excuses,” the Matriarch said to the Commissioner. “You failed.”
The Commissioner stammered, but had nothing to say.
“It all works out,” the Matriarch said. “I have an excellent plan.”
Christine entered Scott’s office with some trepidation. The note had said he had bad news.
Scott handed her a manila envelope.
“What’s this?”
“Your indictment on 175 felony charges, including treason. It’s the last capital offense carrying the death penalty.”
“They can’t indict me . . .”
“It gets worse. The envelope also contains the transcript of your trial tomorrow. You were convicted and executed the same day.”
“What kind of game are they playing?” Christine demanded.
“Hardball!” Scott said, not even sure if she knew what that meant. “They gave me one way out.”
“What is it?”
“I had to sell Raquel to the Philadelphia Eaglettes.”
“Had to sell?”
“It’s a done deal, Christine. I couldn’t let them kill you.”
“Scott, you bastard!”
“At least you’ll be alive tomorrow.”
Christine shook her head. “Don’t worry, Scott. I’ve got a new plan.”
The End of Chapter Six.