Last Cheerleader Standing - VIDEO
They say cheerleading is about teamwork, a unified front of spirit and pep. They are liars. In the stark white practice room, the true nature of the squad was revealed. The two cheerleaders in red, a united front of vicious glee, had cornered their green-clad teammate. She was the weakest link, the outcast, and her time had come. They descended upon her like wolves, laughing as they pulled her hair and overpowered her, driving her to the floor in a helpless heap. Her uniform, the symbol of her tenuous place on the team, was the true target. They tore at the green fabric with savage delight, ripping and shredding it from her body until she was left a whimpering, half-naked mess on the floor.
But the moment their common enemy was vanquished, the fragile alliance between the two victors shattered. There can only be one captain, one true alpha. The dark-haired cheerleader in red turned on her blonde partner with a predatory hunger in her eyes. The second battle was even more ferocious than the first, a raw, desperate struggle for dominance between two equals. They crashed to the floor in a tangle of limbs and torn pom-poms, scratching and clawing in a desperate frenzy.
Ultimately, strength and sheer, vicious willpower won the day. The dark-haired cheerleader emerged victorious, pinning her former ally beneath her, her face a mask of triumphant fury. The punishment for a failed coup is absolute humiliation. Just as they had done to their first victim, the victor began to systematically destroy the loser's uniform. She tore the red top open, shredded the pleated skirt, and ripped the fabric from her rival's body until she too was left a broken, half-naked ruin on the floor. The battle was over. One cheerleader stood tall, a triumphant queen surveying the wreckage of her squad, the undisputed, and only, spirit of the team.
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