The Angry Cheerleader: Part 2
By M.C. 
A strong girl describes in her diary the wonderful night that she had just experienced.


Author's note: This is a description of the story that I posted here a few
days ago from Cindy's perspective.

Dear Diary,

I want to describe the totally awesome time that I had tonight while all of
the events are still fresh in my mind. Where to begin? Well things didn't
start out all that well at first, but let me backtrack a little. All week long
the girls - my friends on the cheerleading squad of which I'm the captain -
and I worked our asses off on some new cheers that we wanted to perform during
our school's big game tonight. We were playing for the city championship
against Monroe High - the undefeated and defending champions that our school
hadn't beaten in ten years. Well, things were going horribly for us. By
halftime we were getting crushed by a score of 28-0. I was really pissed off
because after all of the hard work that we had we put into our new cheers, it
didn't look like we were going to get a chance to perform them. It was very
distressing. So during the halftime break I decided to take matters into my
own hands.

I barged into our team's locker room and told the coach and players that I was
going to play for them in the second half so we would finally have something
to cheer about (I stand six feet tall and weigh in at a well-muscled 200
pounds; and I'm VERY strong). As I expected, there were a few players who
opposed my offer to help - male egos are so difficult to understand sometimes.
After all, here I am offering to help our team and they didn't even want my
assistance; they'd rather get annihilated instead. And why? Just because I'm a
girl? Well, I wasn't going to stand for that. These boys needed to be taught a
good lesson; and I was just the girl to teach them.

I walked over to where my loudest antagonist was sitting - Rick Slone, the six
foot- four inch, 250 pound middle linebacker who was considered to be the
strongest and toughest guy on the team - grabbed him by his football jersey
and lifted him up. Not just 'up' so that he was standing, but I lifted him
completely off the floor! All 250 pounds of him with just my left hand. Not
bad for a girl wouldn't you say? Then with my right hand I slapped him back
and forth across the face a few times. And when I released him, Rick collapsed
on the floor (boys can be so fragile, even the strong and tough ones).

That didn't sit too well with Bob Stevens, our team's running back and Rick's
best friend. He stormed over to where I was standing and threw a punch at me
(boys can also be very rude sometimes). I lifted up my left hand and caught
hit fist in mid-air. I could have easily crushed his right hand (did I mention
that I'm VERY strong - and not just for a girl, but for anybody), but because
Bob is the boyfriend of Peggy - one of the cheerleaders on my squad and a very
good friend of mine - I decided to simply punch him instead. After all, one
good punch deserves another as the old saying goes.

I hit him with a right uppercut underneath his jaw which sent the 230 pound
boy literally flying backwards. He landed on top of Rick, just as I had
intended. I then turned to the other players and the coaches, put my hands on
my hips and asked if there was anyone else who objected to a girl playing on
their team. Needless to say no one in the locker room dared to utter so much
as a single word. Which leads me to conclude that you should never
underestimate the persuasive power that a girl can have with just a few hard
slaps and a punch (wink).

Because I still planned to lead the cheers, I decided not to wear the shoulder
and knee pads that football players do (they're so unfeminine anyway). And
certainly not a helmet as it would muss up the pretty new hair-do that I had
gotten at the beauty parlor that afternoon for the big game (I believe that a
girl should always look her best, even while she's playing football). So I
remained in my skimpy cheerleading outfit. Because I had knocked out Rick and
Bob, I thought that it was only fair that I would replace them in the game.
That meant that I would be both the running back when our team was on offence
and the middle linebacker when we were on defense; which was perfectly O.K.
with me. When the teams had lined up against each other the official blew his
whistle; it was time for the fun to begin.

And boy what fun it was. I was totally awesome (if I do say so myself) as,
almost singlehandedly, I took our team from a 28-0 halftime deficit to a
crushing 49-28 victory; and shattering every school single game record in the
process. I literally bulldozed my way through the hapless Monroe High's
defenders for 320 yards rushing on my way to scoring seven touchdowns. And I
was no less dominate on defense as I stifled everything that they attempted to
do. I finished the game with twenty-seven tackles and sacked their quarterback
twelve times - all in just the second half! Again, not too bad for a girl
wouldn't you say (wink)?

After every touchdown that I scored I would fluff up my long, pretty blond
hair to emphasize for everyone watching that even though I was both strong and
tough, I was still very much a girl. Then I would run over to the sidelines
and high-five my fellow cheerleaders, share some girlish giggling with them
before grabbing my pom-poms and leading our squad with one of the new cheers
that we had been practicing; much to the delight of our hometown fans. After
we finished our cheer I'd then run back onto the playing field and play
smothering defense.

All-in-all it was a fantastic game.

After the game ended I accompanied the team back into the locker room. There I
saw a rather badly bruised Rick and Bob. Unable to help myself, I flashed them
a pretty smile and asked, "Did you boys manage to wake up in time to catch any
of the game?" (I can be such a tease sometimes). With their heads staring down
at the floor, both of them nodded that they had. And as I gazed at these two
disheveled and crestfallen boys, I had a wonderful idea; let me to explain:

When you're a girl as strong and as tough as I am (hell, I just wiped out the
best team in the city; virtually all by myself) boys keep their distance from
you. I guess their macho egos can't handle being with a girl like me. As a
result, no boy in my school has ever asked me out. Tonight though I decided
things were going to be different. Because I singlehandedly won the city's
football championship for our school, I felt that I deserved a chaperone for
the victory dance which was about to begin. The question was, who would that
lucky boy be? I boiled it down to just these two Prince Charmings (smirk).
But, as I mentioned earlier, Bob was my friend Peggy's boyfriend (when I told
Peggy that I punched Bob out, she laughed and thanked me. "Good for you
Cindy," she said. "Bob needed to be taken down a notch or two). So that left
just Rick. "Ricky," I said forcefully as I walked over to him, "you and I need
to have a little chat."

"There's absolutely nothing that you and I have to talk about Cindy, after
what you did to me earlier." I guess that I should have expected that response
from him. But I was determined to have a date for the victory dance which only
came about because of me and I was not about to be to be denied just because
Rick has an ego problem. I bent down, lifted his 250 pounds up, placed him
over my right shoulder and carried him out of the locker room towards a side
room that the school uses for storing athletic equipment. I carried Rick
inside and locked the door behind me.

I took him over to a bench and sat down. Since we were alone now, I felt that
I could be a bit more direct with him. "Rick," I began in a strong tone of
voice. "I earned this victory tonight; I won the game for you. You guys were
getting your asses kicked 28-0 before I came on the field and we wound up
winning the city championship by a score of 49-28! So, whether you like it or
not big boy, you're going to take me to this dance. I deserve it!"

"Like hell I will!" he arrogantly replied. "You can't make me do that Cindy.
There is no way I'm taking you to the dance. No way in hell!" (Sigh) Why do
boys have to be so difficult? Is it endemic? Something in their DNA? Well I
wasn't exactly in a philosophical mood at that moment and didn't want to
ponder that question too much; and besides, the victory dance was about to
begin. So, what's a girl to do? Well, if she's as strong as an ox like I am,
probably what I did (giggles). I grabbed this six foot-four inch, 250 pound
handsome hunk by his shirt (Rick had already changed out of his football
uniform and into his street clothes) and yanked him across my knees. Then I
pulled down his pants and began to give him the good spanking that I felt he
deserved.

After about a minute, the mighty and feared Rick Slone - the toughest guy in
school - broke down and began to cry. He begged me to stop spanking him. I
stopped and let him cry for a minute or two before placing him in a sitting
position on my knees; much like a mother would do to a small child (though I
did resist the temptation to bounce him up and down a few times). "O.K. Ricky,
this is how this is all going to go down. You will either agree to take me to
the victory dance, or I'll carry you there over my shoulder. And when we get
there, I'll take you over my knees and give you another good spanking - only
this time it will be in front of the entire school. So you see Ricky, one way
or another you and I are going to this dance together. The question for you
is, which way is it going to be? And I'll leave that choice entirely up to
you." Needless to say, Rick wisely chose the first option (there's nothing
like a bit of 'feminine persuasion' to help a boy make up his mind; tee, hee,
hee).

I had a wonderful time at our school's victory dance. Not only because I was
the star attraction due to my performance on the gridiron, but also because
all of the students insisted that the cheerleaders perform the routines that
we had worked so hard on during the week; something that we were more than
happy to do. But most of all, I was happy that I finally had a good looking
guy for a date - however reluctant Rick was to be with me. Oh well, I guess
that was his problem; it definitely wasn't mine. It's just something that I
suppose he'll have to learn deal with after I forced him, after the dance
ended, to be my boyfriend. Yes, there are definitely advantages to being a
big, strong girl. Anyway, I'm glad that I got this all down. I'm signing I'm
off now. Even big, strong girls need to get their beauty sleep (wink). Nighty
nite - Cindy