Beaten up by a drunk Chavette
by Junkie mashafan1@hotmail.com
An innocent man gets violently beaten on a night out


(**note: for our non-British brothers asking "what's a chavette" - a chavette
is a (typically) young, often attractive, popular, out-going female. Likes pop
and dance music and wears sexy, figure hugging, flesh bearing clothes. Likes
to party, drink and can be mouthy/gobby, lewd, aggressive and sexually
promiscuous.)

So I was out on the town with two of my mates at the weekend. We'd been on the
usual Friday night pub crawl through the city. It was 2:30AM and the binge
drinking culture of today's young adults was in full swing. The streets filled
with drunk and disorderly weekend revellers who'd been hitting the wines,
beers and spirits hard all night.

Lads in their Ben Sherman shirts and worn-off aftershave and girls in their
mini-skirts, stilettos and smudged make-up staggered through the streets to
the sound of chanting, yelling and incoherent speech.

My mate Ant had pulled some bird and had headed back to her place while my
other mate Jason was busy puking his guts out down a side street. Being the
designated driver, I'd been on soft drinks all evening and fancied a Kebab
before heading home.

I was standing in the doorway of the Kebab house when a young man, who'd
obviously had a babycham too many literally face-planted on the pavement to
the cheers and hollers of onlookers.

"I've had twice as much as him, fucking light weight!" A young brunette female
in a skimpy red dress boasted with laughter as I, being a good Samaritan,
attempted to help the fallen chap to a nearby bench.

Just as I'd plonked the paralytic male down onto the bench, I was intercepted
by an aggressive, gobby blonde, waving a finger with black painted nail polish
in my face, telling me to get away from him because he was "Nathan's
boyfriend".

Not really understanding the hostility I backed away, back towards the Kebab
house, but the belligerent blonde, in a tight, black & white zebra print
mini-dress came after me. She looked like a young Sarah Harding, the Girls
Aloud member ' with short blonde hair, but a wider, thicker frame with awesome
curves. She was a big girl ' bigger than me. Taller than my 5'8 by at least 4
inches in her strappy, open foot heels with matching black painted toenails.

"HEY ' DON'T TRY AND CHAT UP NATHAN'S BOYFRIEND YOU FUCKING WORM!" She
screamed boisterously across the street as I walked away.

Wait a minute ' she thought I was a poofter, trying to chat up the lad I'd
helped to the bench?

I turned and laughed. "I'm not a poof, I was just helping him."

"BULLSHIT, I SAW YOU!" She screamed at me again, full of rage and still
advancing on me as I began to take steps backwards. I'm ashamed to say it, but
I was afraid of her. My heart began to race faster as she was clearly not
listening to me and seemed to be just looking for a fight as many young girls
these days do, after a few too many drinks. Her unsteady steps and wild glare
a clear indication of her intoxication. That apparent lack of inhibition made
her seem all the more dangerous and unpredictable with her high heels
click-clacking on the concrete as she moved.

Finally my back was against the Kebab shop window and she forcefully got into
my face.

"NATHAN'S MY FUCKING MATE AND IF I SEE YOU TRYING TO CHAT UP HIS BOYFRIEND
AGAIN I'LL FUCKING BATTER YOU!" She viciously threatened, the features of her
attractive face curled and snarling with utter hatred.

Embarrassingly she couldn't have been much older than 18, whereas I'm 29.

"Whatever." I quietly replied, attempting to move away, but then she got two
handfuls of my orange shirt and continued to to berate me.

"I'LL FUCKING BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU IF I SEE YOU DOING THAT AGAIN! GO AND
FIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BOYFRIEND!" She screamed. "I'LL FUCKING KNOCK YOU OUT,
OKAY!?" She sternly threatened yet again. "Okay!?" She repeated.

I hated that a much younger girl was threatening me and all for no reason,
don't forget. At this point I just wanted to end the situation so I pushed
away from the shop window she had me backed up against, and shoved her away
from me, not as hard as I could, but purposefully.

She staggered back and fell to the ground. Rolling pathetically. Loud cheers,
hoots, hollers and whistles sounded as a crowd around the Kebab shop began to
grow in numbers.

A group of 5-6 similarly aged girls helped the blonde back to her tipsy feet
before the whole group of drunk girls fell comically to the street floor
together, amidst much giggling and laughter. What a sorry state to get in, I
thought to myself. Hoping that was the end of it, I shook my head and turned
my back on them to check out the prices that were posted in the shop window.

"FUCKING BITCH!" I heard her yell, clearly steaming mad and not sharing her
friends amusement, but I did not bother turning around.

"Come on Holly, leave it." Another girl called.

"NO... I'LL FUCKING..." I heard Holly ' the aggressive blonde ' venomously
yell, before a sharp, shooting pain struck me right on the ear, then another
on the top of my skull, then another on my neck. I turned and copped another
vicious blow right on my temple that staggered me and almost knocked me over.

She was beating me with her shoe!

She had taken off her strappy heels, discarded one and stood barefoot on the
street, beating me with the heel of her shoe! I felt a wet trickle of blood
drip from my head as I instinctively grasped Holly's wrist to stop her hitting
me with her shoe/weapon again. She was a big boned-girl and her wrists were
thicker than mine, as were her forearms and legs.

Using both hands I finally managed to prize the shoe away from her and dropped
it to the ground, hoping that would finally be the end of it, but Holly was
wild and stayed on me in, fighting barefoot.

Holly's friends and just about everyone else watching cheered her on.

"Slap him, Holly!"

"Hit him!"

"Yeah! Fucking hit him!" The rowdy girls called.

The worst part of it was that I was getting beaten up "girl style" with slaps
and hair pulling getting the better of me - she pulled my hair, whirling me
around until I lost balance and was thrown to the cold hard pavement. Holly
stayed on me, mounting me with her thick legs either side of my chest and
rained down slaps.

I caught an 'up skirt' glimpse and like a true slut she wore no panties ' I
saw just a shaved blonde landing strip above her pussy. But there was no time
for perving, I was getting slapped silly. Blood continued to flow from the
earlier cuts her shoe had opened up.

Out of sheer desperation, I don't know how I did it, but I managed to twist
and turn and buck her off me. I clambered back to my feet and having absorbed
a lot of punishment, I was now no quicker or better co-ordinated than my drunk
opponent. She kicked her long leg up high with a cheerleader style front kick
and kicked me right in the face ' the ball of her bare foot connecting with my
mouth.

The force of the kick knocked me back down again as a big cheer went up from
Holly's supporters. I instinctively rolled away from her and scrambled back to
my feet, utterly humiliated that she had been able to high-kick me like that.
But before I could stand up straight she kicked me in the face once again, her
foot smacking my cheek bone this time and mashing over my eye, impairing my
vision and knocking me against a recycling bin. My the back of my head
rebounded from the hard plastic. Dazed, I slid to my ass against the bin and
Holly wasted no time following up with a huge forehand slap to the centre of
my unprotected face. Another open handed slap, followed by another, sounding
soft feminine grunts of effort as she slapped me as hard and viciously as she
could. She then took two hand fulls of hair and drove a hard knee into my
face, busting my nose.

I spat blood from my busted lips and desperately attempted to rally with
everything I had left. I leaned towards her and clasped my arms around her
long, thick creamy thighs and gave myself a chance by holding onto her and not
letting her land any more blows as I used her body to climb back to my feet.

Holly broke away from me, but I was back to my feet. I knew I had to hit her
back and defend myself otherwise she could potentially kill me. Yes, I was
fearing for my life against this chavvy girl in a zebra print mini-dress and
no panties.

I brought up my hands in a Boxing stance and she just scowled at me. "Come on
then!" She challenged and lunged at me with another slap. I blocked it and
punched her in the face. She looked shocked more than hurt and then shock
turned to anger before she roared in feminine fury and came at me even more
aggressively that before. I managed to punch her a couple of times again and
she slapped me in a wild exchange.

Holly then grabbed my shirt collar. Yanking and pulling she ripped my shirt
open.

I then did something I never thought I'd do, but I reached and pulled the
teenager's blonde hair. She screamed and pulled my hair in return.

As we were briefly locked in a hair-pulling stalemate, I recall hearing a more
reserved, posh girl from the crowd say we were fighting "like a couple of
gutter sluts".

Holly twisted and pulled my hair from the roots, I attempted to trip her, but
it backfired and we fell to the ground with her collapsing on top of me,
winding me and forcing me to release my grip on her hair. She slapped me again
and banged my head against the concrete.

She was just too big and too aggressive for me. We both breathed heavily now
and my face was jacked up pretty bad from her kicks, slaps, shoe strikes and
knees. I didn't have much left as Holly balled her hand into a fist and
punched me in the face. She clambered back to her feet, using my face to push
up against and I got another upskirt glimpse before I followed her in
clambering back up to a vertical base.

She lashed out with another hard front kick that sounded an audible smack as
it impacted my face. The now sizeable crowd of 80% young women cheered as
blood flew from my face. I reeled back, teetering and feeling my legs buckle.
I slumped to my ass and rolled to my back in a state of semi consciousness.

I made it back up to my knees and looked up. With her eyes wide and wild and
her perfect white teeth snarling and gritted in effort, Holly stepped up to me
and fired a final, ruthlessly hard kick to my face, screaming in effort as her
bare foot flattened my nose and knocked out my front teeth. She had knocked me
out cold in the middle of the street for all to see.

I awoke in the back of an ambulance some 15 minutes later in absolute agony. I
was taken to hospital where I received treatment for the multitude of injuries
Holly had inflicted on me. She had broken my nose, knocked out two teeth,
given me two black eyes and fractured my jaw. In addition I required stitches
to close the deep lacerations to my head caused by her stilettos. When I
finally looked in the mirror I could not believe the gruesome. zombie-like
mess starring back. Most humiliating of all was that you could actually see
her footprint bruised into my face from where she had kicked me.

Strangely a Policeman lingered around at the hospital for an hour or so and
told me if I hadn't required medical attention, I would have had to spend the
rest of the night in a cell for my "violent behaviour". I asked if the bitch
that had assaulted me had been locked up and he said no!

...So I got the crap kicked out of me for no reason - by a girl - and incurred
the wrath of the law. Unbelievable.

I later found out Holly, the girl that did this to me is a 18 year old trainee
hairdresser.

The End.