The Angry Cheerleader
By M.C.
Angry that her football team was getting crushed and that she and her fellow cheerleaders had nothing to cheer about, a big, strong girl decided to take matters into her own hands.

Author's note: For those of you reading this story who are not familiar with
American football be warned - there is a lot of football jargon which I've
made no attempt to explain as it would inhibit the flow of the story. I also
didn't convert heights and weights into metric. For those I apologize and hope
they don't detract from the story.

Cindy Morris was angry; not just angry but totally pissed off. As the head
cheerleader, she and the other girls on her squad had spent the entire week
working their asses off on the new cheers that they had planned to perform
during their high school's championship football game between Jefferson High -
their school - and their bitter crosstown rivals, the undefeated and defending
city champions of Monroe High. But because her team was playing so miserably
in the game - they trailed at halftime by a score of 28-0 - she and her squad
had virtually nothing to cheer about. "All our hard work for nothing," Cindy
groaned. But as the powerfully built, six foot, 200 pound, blond lamented the
situation, an idea suddenly popped into her head; and then she began to smile.

"Coach!" the muscular girl said in a loud and commanding voice as she entered
her high school football team's locker room at halftime. "The cheerleaders
have worked too damn hard this week on our new cheers for the big game tonight
not to have an opportunity to show them off. So I've decided to play on the
team in the second half. That way we'll finally have something to cheer about
and the girls and I can strut our stuff for the crowd." But if Cindy thought
that her offer to help the team would be met with open arms, she was sorely
mistaken.

"What! A girl playing on our football team?" Rick Slone, the six foot-four
inch 250 pound star middle linebacker, and generally considered to be the
strongest and toughest player on the entire team, barked out. "There's no
fucking way that I'm gonna to play with a girl on this team. No fucking way!
No matter how strong she seems to think she is."

Cindy had expected that something like this might happen, given how
chauvinistic some of these pompous, conceited, macho jocks can be. But
fortunately for her, Cindy also knew from experience how to deal with these
types of situations. The well-built blond walked over to the bench where Rick
was sitting, reached out with her left hand and grabbed him firmly by his
football jersey. Then, and seemingly without exerting herself too much, Cindy
proceeded to lift the surprised football player up. But Cindy didn't just lift
Rick up to his feet, she lifted him several inches off the locker room floor -
all 250 pounds of him, with just her left hand!

"So Ricky, you don't want to play with a girl on your team? (nobody in their
school ever dared to call him Ricky, knowing how much he hated it; until now
that is). Well in that case you don't have anything to worry about, because
you won't be playing anymore tonight." Still holding the 250 pound jock up in
the air with her left hand, Cindy began to slap him hard back and forth across
the face with her right. After a few hard cracks, she stopped slapping Rick
and gently lowered him to the floor. But when Cindy released him, the once
feared football star collapsed, unconscious, on the locker room floor..

"Why you bitch!" Bob Stevens screamed. He was the football team's 230 pound
running back and Rick's best friend. He rose from the bench that he was
sitting on and stormed over to where Cindy stood. Furious at what he'd just
seen Cindy do to Rick, Bob clenched his fist and threw a wild right hook at
her. But Cindy calmly held up her left hand and caught Bob's fist in mid-air,
stopping it cold.

"My, my Bobby," Cindy said with a grin, "such language. And didn't your mommy
ever tell you that it's bad manners to hit a girl? Especially if she hits
back." WHAM! And then with a powerful uppercut from her right fist, Cindy
whacked Bob in the underside of his jaw. Such was the power of Cindy's punch
that Bob was lifted off the floor (all 230 pounds of him!) and sent him
literally flying backwards where he landed directly on top of Rick; just as
Cindy had intended. "Now isn't this a sweet sight to behold," Cindy teased.
And then she added with a girlish giggle, "Ricky and Bobby sharing a nice nap
together; tee, hee, hee."

The mighty girl then turned to face the rest of the team; all of whom sat in
stunned silence after what they just seen her do. Cindy put her hands on her
hips and asked rhetorically, "Now, is there anyone else here who has a problem
with me playing on the team?" Needless to say nobody in the locker room dared
to say so much as a single word. "Good," Cindy said. "Now that that's been
settled, we can all go back out to the football field and start kicking some
royal ass so we girls can finally have something to cheer about."

The start of the second half was delayed for a few minutes while the football
officials feverishly looked through the rulebook to see: one - if a girl could
play on the football team: and two - if so, could she play in only her sexy
cheerleading outfit as Cindy still intended on leading the cheers that she and
her squad had worked so hard on. Cindy even wanted to play without a helmet as
it would muss-up the pretty new hair-do she had gotten that afternoon for the
game. Unable to find any rule that prohibited those concerns, the officials
had no choice but to allow Cindy to play in the second half as she saw fit.
(This certainly isn't true. I'm just taking what's called artistic license
here).

Since she had knocked out both her team's star middle linebacker and running
back, Cindy decided that it would only be fair if she replaced the two of them
in the game. That meant that Cindy would have to play on both offence and
defense against the best team in the city that was already leading 28-0. And
if that wasn't enough of a challenge for the muscular seventeen year-old girl,
Cindy was also going to lead her cheerleading squad in their new cheers
whenever something good happened on the field or there was a break in the
action (that is, after all, why Cindy decided to play in the game in the first
place). But as amazing as she was, was even Cindy up to this monumental task?
Everyone was about to find out. The two teams took to the field and lined up
against one another. The second half was about to begin.

Nobody who was at the stadium that night will ever forget what they saw this
amazing blonde supergirl do in the second half of that game. In an awesome
display of her power and strength, Cindy almost singlehandedly destroyed the
previously undefeated and topped rank Monroe High School football team. On
offence she was virtually unstoppable as the mighty girl bulldozed her way
through the Monroe defense - rushing for an incredible 320 yards and scoring
seven touchdowns (both school records); and she did it in just one half! And
when the defense did manage to stop her, it was only after she dragged several
of their players forward for a few more yards. Despite being down 0-28 at
halftime, by the end of the third quarter the game was all tied up at 28-28.
Each time she scored a touchdown, Cindy would run over to the sidelines,
high-five her friends and giggle (Cindy liked to giggle a lot), pick up her
pom-poms and lead her squad in a rousing cheer; much to the delight of the
hometown fans.

On defense the Monroe players found out that they couldn't get by the super
strong girl. At first they tried running directly at her but Cindy simply
tossed the large blockers aside as if they were small children and tackled the
runner. Then they tried running to the sides to avoid her. But Cindy wasn't
just powerful but she was also amazingly quick on her feet and usually caught
up to the runner anyway. And when they tried to pass the football, Cindy would
smash her way through the defensive line and flatten the quarterback before he
even had a chance to throw the football. Cindy finished the game with
twenty-seven tackles and twelve sacks - again both school records. When the
dust had settled, the mighty and beautiful blond cheerleader had led her team
to a crushing 49-28 victory! "Not too bad for a girl, wouldn't you say? Tee,
hee, hee," Cindy giggled with her girlfriends after the game ended.

Despite being incredibly strong and tough when she needs to be, other than
that Cindy thinks of herself as a normal, seventeen year-old high school girl.
She always makes a fuss about her long, pretty blond hair and likes to giggle
a lot with her girlfriends. The only thing that's not quite normal about her
life is the lack of dating. After all, despite being beautiful, when a girl is
as strong as an ox, boys are much too intimidated by her to ask her out. But
that night, after her smashing success on the gridiron, Cindy decided that it
was time to do something about it; to take the bull by the horns so-to-speak.

After bidding her fellow cheerleaders ado, saying that she would see them
later at the high school dance to celebrate their great victory that night,
Cindy walked back to her team's locker room. When she entered, Rick and Bob
were still there, trying to come to terms with what they had seen Cindy do
that night - not just to them, but to the entire Monroe high school football
team. "Well, I see that you two sleeping beauties are awake. Did you manage to
see any of the game?" When they nodded that they had, Cindy grinned and said,
"Good. Now, which one of you Prince Charmings are going to take me to the
victory dance later? Hmmm, let's see. Since you, Bob, and Peggy (one of
Cindy's friends and fellow cheerleaders) are still together, I guess that
leaves just you Ricky; doesn't it?"

Before Rick had a chance to utter even a single word, Cindy walked over to
where he was sitting, grabbed him by his jersey again and lifted him up. Only
this time instead of slapping him silly, the muscular girl bent over, placed
his 250 pound body over her right shoulder and effortlessly began to carry him
out of the locker room. "We have to get you cleaned up and looking pretty so
that you can take me to the dance tonight Ricky. Boy, it looks like somebody
put you through a meat grinder." And as for Cindy, despite playing both
offence and defense for the entire second half of the football game, she still
looked as fresh as a daisy. In fact her long, pretty blond hair wasn't even
mussed; it was just as soft and fluffy as it was when she walked out of the
beauty parlor earlier that afternoon. While she was carrying Rick towards the
shower room, Cindy thought to herself, "Sometimes it's nice to be a big,
strong girl after all."