The full time whistle blared out and the two teams made their way off the court, one a lot happier than the other. Leading her team back into the changing room, Shannon pushed the door so hard that it nearly came off its hinges; such was the level of her anger.
"What the fuck was that?" she raged at her team mates, who were now slumped on the benches, waiting for the usual post match bollocking.
"39-15.....39-15....I mean....for fuck sake, we must be one of the worst teams they've ever had in this league!"
This was probably true, so far this season Bifflewade Arrows had not exactly covered themselves in glory. Sitting rock bottom of the league and with this latest hammering being their ninth straight defeat in a row, it was hardly surprising that morale was low amongst them. This wasn't really helped by Shannon, the team's goalkeeper and rather overbearing captain; she was a buxom blonde in her mid twenties, about size 16 who stood around 5' 9''. The rest of the team were getting a little fed up with her attitude, her constant bitching, the way she blamed everyone else but herself for the team's poor performance and how she thought she was the only decent player. The problem was no one really had the guts to stand up to her, apart from Bethany, the team's goal shooter, but even she wouldn't push it too far. She was about the same age as Shannon, a slender brunette, about 5' 6'' in height with pretty features and brown eyes. Her and Shannon had never really hit it off ever since the team was formed, with her resenting the fact the big girl had appointed herself captain without any real discussion, referring to it as 'her' team. As Shannon continued her latest tirade of abuse, Bethany quietly slipped out of her yellow and black uniform and went for a shower.
"As per usual, I'm left trying to fend off a shit storm because I've got virtually no fucking defence in front of me," she scowled, throwing a dirty look at Rachel.
Rachel played goal defence; she was a small shy 20 year old with mousey hair which Shannon seemed to take great pleasure in picking on, it was a mystery to the others why she hadn't quit.
"Sorry," she said quietly, looking down at the floor, "I'll try harder next time."
"Oh that's fucking big of you!" Shannon scoffed, "I shall look forward to that!"
"Oh come on Shan, it wasn't all her fault," said Naseen, "We were all equally to blame."
"Really Naz?" the big girl said, slightly softening her tone, "because from where I was standing, she was bloody hopeless."
Naseen played centre; a beautiful Indian girl in her early twenties, she seemed to be the only one that had a sort of calming influence on Shannon. She had played peacemaker between her and Bethany on more than one occasion and her patience was now starting to wear a little thin, with both of them if she was honest; although she had noticed that the big girl never really picked on her and had even caught her looking at her in the shower a couple of times, quickly averting her gaze. Standing at about 5' 7'' and a slender size 10 with black shoulder length hair, seductive brown eyes and beautiful dark olive skin, she really was quite stunning.
"I just don't think you should place the all the blame on one individual," she said, slipping out of her uniform.
"Alright, if that's the way you want it Naz, I thought you were all shit, I don't know why I fucking bother!"
"No, neither do we," said a voice behind her.
Shannon turned round to find Bethany leaning against the wall with just a towel wrapped around her.
"And what the fuck do you mean by that remark?" the big girl challenged.
"Well, as usual you can't wait to slag everyone else off, but you won't take any responsibility yourself, like a real captain would."
"Why should I? I worked my arse off out there; it could have been twice as bad if it wasn't for me!"
"Bullshit!" Bethany laughed, "My Nan could have stopped half of them shots that got past you!"
"Well if you'd have scored a few more down the other end, it might have helped!" Shannon scowled.
"I could have done, but they had a goalkeeper, unlike us!" the brunette sniped back.
"You fuckin..."
"Oh for God sake you two, give it a rest!" Naseen moaned, "Do we have to have this after every game?"
"Don't blame me Naz, blame our glorious leader here, she always starts this shit," smirked Bethany.
"Oh and I suppose you think you could do better job than me heh?" Shannon said menacingly, squaring up to her rival.
"A fucking chimpanzee could do a better job than you!" Bethany mocked.
The big girl tore away the brunette's towel and pushed her, sending her sprawling to the floor, catching a glancing knock on her face from a locker on the way down. Rubbing her cheek and trying to hold back her tears, she picked up her towel, put it back on and sat down.
"Anyone else?" Shannon asked, stripping off.
"Shan please, don't," said Naseen.
"No, I didn't think so," she smirked, "you gutless bitches, I'm going for a shower."
With that, the big girl grabbed her towel and went into the shower.
"Bloody hell Beth, are you alright?" asked Lauren, the team's wing attacker.
"Yeah yeah, I'm fine, fuckin' bitch," replied Bethany, still rubbing her face.
"Jesus, you've got a really nasty bruise there."
"Honestly Loz, I'm fine," she said, trying to reassure her friend.
Lauren was the baby of the team, a pretty little 18 year old who wore her hair in dreadlocks dyed yellow and black, the team's colours. She was a happy go lucky sort of girl and was actually quite a good player, not that it saved her from Shannon's vicious tongue, who said she was a skank because she had a different boyfriend every five minutes. This, of course wasn't true, Lauren had only ever had two boyfriends and she just put Shannon's attitude down to jealousy. As far as the rest of the team knew, Shannon had never had a boyfriend, which wasn't that much of a surprise, I mean, who would want to go out with a bitch like her?
"I'm sick of her thinking that this is her team!" stormed Bethany.
"What can we do?" said Rachel quietly, still looking down at the floor.
"Plenty, if you lot will help me, what about you two?" the brunette asked, turning to Kelly and Julie.
The two girls looked at each other and shrugged. Kelly was a skinny redhead in her late twenties who played goal attack, whilst Julie was a stocky little 19 year old with brown hair in pigtails and was the team's wing defence. The pair were quite close and spent a lot of time together away from the team, leading to Shannon labelling them a pair of dykes; they weren't really that bothered what she called them, just shrugging it off as another example of Shannon being her obnoxious self, saying anything to try and get a reaction. They actually thought she kept saying it to try and cover up her own leanings, which had been the subject of much discussion and rumour amongst the rest of the team.
"Hmm, I don't know, we don't really want any trouble," said Julie anxiously.
"It won't be any trouble, there's six of us, I just think it's about time that bitch was taken down a peg or two," Bethany huffed, "she has upset each and every one of us at one time or another."
"What exactly have you got in mind?" Naseen asked cautiously.
"Don't worry, it's nothing too cruel, just enough to humiliate her a little and perhaps confirm or dispel our suspicions." the brunette smiled wickedly, raising her eyebrows.
"As long as you don't push it too far," said Rachel.
"Well I'm up for it," chirped Lauren, "should be a good laugh."
"Well, what about the rest of you, are you in?" Bethany asked.
As she looked round the room, one by one they all nodded.
"Right, this is what we'll do"............
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Shannon turned off the shower and dried herself down with the towel; wrapping it round her, she strolled back into the changing room and over to her locker. Looking round, she found the room to be empty, or at least she thought it was. Shrugging, she was about to open her locker when she felt hands grabbing her arms and legs.
"What the fu.......get...off me!" she shrieked.
"Get her over to the bench!" ordered Bethany.
Ripping off her towel, the now naked girls dragged her across the room. Un-surprisingly, this was easier said than done, even with six of them the big girl put up a lot of resistance. Eventually they got her face down on the bench, Julie and Kelly held down her arms, whilst Naseen and Lauren held down her legs.
"You fucking bunch of tramps, let me go!" the big girl growled.
"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" Bethany hissed, kneeling down in front of her.
"You are so fuckin' dead when I get off here!"
"Oooooh, I'm soooo scared," the brunette laughed, "for the moment Shannon dear, you are going nowhere."
Looking up, Bethany saw Rachel standing awkwardly in the corner; sensing she might back out, she smiled at her reassuringly.
"Come on Rachel, like we agreed."
