Sports Queen: Part Four (Patreon)

It was one of the biggest sports in the world. While most of the world didn’t view it the same way Americans did, to America, it was THE sport. Football. A sport for the biggest strongest meanest men in America. The men were more than ready to handle the woman magazines were calling ‘The Sports Queen’. They didn’t want her ruining everything they were doing. All of those in charge of football were ready for her. They knew of her strength, her speed, her skill. They wanted to CRUSH IT, and make her regret ever challenging Football. Thus, they united together. Coaches and franchise owners joined forces to create the perfect strategy to take her down. 

While that was all going on, Rachel was interviewed on all of the sports that she had dominated. Rachel was wearing her nice sparkly red cocktail dress, her hair done in a bun of equal red as the dress, and Rachel just shrugged. Wasn’t like she actually kind of cared she did all this. All of this has been prep for the real thing, as she told the reporters. When the reporters asked what that meant, Rachel just smirked as she said you’ll find out soon. It was then, that Rachel issued her challenge to football. To see if they were more than strong enough to handle a single girl who thought she was better than all of them. The league accepted the call… but at their own terms. They set up what they wanted, and Rachel more than accepted. Even if it sounded crazy. It was Rachel vs not the best team in the NFL, but Rachel vs the best 3 teams of all. The three teams, 66 players, vs one player. It made no sense, but the rules were more than understood, and it was utterly stacked. It was an understanding that she had to get ten touchdowns to win, while they only needed one. It was explained that they would start with the ball, and they could coordinate whatever they wanted. They even informed Rachel that they were going to go all out against her and crush her when they want. 

Rachel had no problem with this at all. If anything, she actually wanted them to have another advantage. They get the regular football armor… she wore a cheerleader outfit. Most women would have refused what they were told, and would have screamed when they saw the outfit. Not Rachel, who put on the cheerleader outfit for the world to see. Well, if you could call it an outfit. It was basically a bra and a skirt so short you could see her panties if it blew up. The cheerleader uniform was just tassels on the bra that was red, white, and blue, and the skirt was also tassels as well. Rachel even had fuzzy armbands to serve as Pom poms for the game. It was the most objecting thing any woman could ever wear. But why should she have any problem wearing it when she was going to challenge the men at their own game. Rachel knew what would be more humiliating than a woman wearing such a stupid objectifying outfit. A woman wearing that and dominating Football players when wearing it. 

At the very night of the game, hundreds of millions were watching it from their TV. Even non Americans were watching the game! Everyone around the world wanted to see how Rachel would do against near impossible odds. Odds that were far more than any living being could do. Even the greatest football player of all time would fail against children if these rules were placed in. Especially wearing such an outfit like the one Rachel was wearing. The audience was yelling in excitement, many of the men enjoying what Rachel was wearing under the spotlights. As she stood alone, the marching beat of the men coming for her rocked the whole arena. When they got closer to Rachel, their was no denying the size difference between her and the men. It was like an army of giants ready to confront an elf who wandered into their arena. 

That was what their bodies said. But what their aura said was far more. Many of the higher trained and experienced football players felt nervous when they got a look at Rachel. The way she confidently stood, puffing her chest out and looking prideful right at them. Why wasn’t she scared of them? Even the bravest of men should be afraid to challenge all of these men with these odds. But the men knew what her history, and really, they were more nervous than her. She was fast and skilled, and they heard rumors of how strong she was. Most of them weren’t scared, though. They were certain they were the ones who were going to take her down. They were the toughest men in the country when it comes to sports! They’ll SQUASH Rachel, and show her what her place is. Far below that of men like them. The only thing they worried about, was women’s groups being mad at them for flattening her. 

The match was ready, as everyone was in a fever pitch. The excitement was electric, and millions watching held their breath when the scoreboard began a timer. The men were in position, dozens of men, as the quarterback was ready to throw the ball when he grabbed it. He was certain that with his quick speed throw, and the running line they had, the man was fast enough to get the ball in for seconds. Their linemen were more than ready to smash her down to the ground as fast as they could. Course, he had at least 5 men he could throw the ball too. He was going to let her run first as 5 men did a shotgun. As the timer went to 3, he motioned for shotgun and every man knew the plan. Run as far apart from each other as they can, and let the quarterback pick who gets the ball. At 1… the ball headed right for him, and he had his eyes on her. It was when he held the ball, he realized something. 

He didn’t see her. It was like she was an instant blur, as he looked where she could have been. As he was trying to think over where she went, he saw a flash of red in front of him, and tassels. He didn’t even think what it was, but he FELT it when he was smashed as hard in the chest by her tackle. The quarterback was slammed by the body as what sounded like thunder exploded around him. All of the men heard their ears nearly explode from the force as his armor shattered on instant impact against her body. The woman held on to the quarterback as she forced herself right through the men behind him. At least 10 linebackers, all of them over 300 pounds and wearing nearly 60 pounds of armor, they were ready to back up their quarterback. Getting into a line, they were strong enough they could stop a small truck if it was going 40 miles an hour. Too bad for them they weren’t so lucky that they were handling a truck. 

Rachel smashed right past the men, hitting them so they snapped to the ground. Rachel stepped over the men, nearly punching through them with her feet. The quarterback, who was used as a battering ram, couldn’t even breath or say anything as pain overwhelmed all of him. The quarterback was somewhat proud of the fact he was never sacked in his entire career. Now though, his first sack was the most epic sack of all. Never before had any player been sacked through other players and right into the end goal. In the first 10 seconds of the game, Rachel was already at the end zone and decided to throw the ball on the ground. Given the fact the Quarterback was holding the ball, she spiked him on the ground. Hard enough to make him make a sound that every man winced at, and Rachel’s dance at scoring a goal was maybe the worst of them all. It was the most over the top sexual dance of all, just jiggling her curves around and swaying her hips as she did. It was a dance that would make even an erotic dancer blush at the moves that Rachel was doing in public. 

All to remind the men what had just happened. That a woman like her was winning easily against men like them. The men saw so many of them had not gotten up… and the stretchers had to be brought out. In just a few seconds, she took out at least 11 men, and now they had to use more players to go against her. The football players were ready to go a second time, this time thinking they had an idea of why to go against her. The players were ready for the second round, with the replacement quarterback somewhat scared. He saw what had happened on the bench, and watching Rachel put her hand down, he knew to put up more defense. An entire line of men, double reinforced. Rachel was too fast did the men to catch, so they had to use sheer size and power to stop hee. It was their best advantage! When the game started again, the men stood as still as statues as they waited for Rachel to head towards them. The way they were lined together, not even a kitten could get past them, so Rachel had no way to move around them. She had to move through them if she wanted to get the football. 

Which Rachel more than gladly did as she rushed at the men. With her arms far apart, she got in close, as the men were ready to push her down to the ground. Given their size advantage, they were going to press down with more force than she would press forward. If they could even touch her. Instead, Rachel plowed through the men completely, smashing 6 men in front of her and flattening them. Some of the largest strongest men in football and we’re now more like pancakes thanks to what Rachel did. One line back saw her coming, and he saw a brief smirk. He could tell the joy on her face, and how evil she was. The poor man had tears as Rachel pulverized him. He really wanted to make Rachel cry when he slammed her down to the ground and ‘make her pay’ for entering ‘his world’. Instead, he was the one sobbing like a baby when she finished him off. He cried harder as she plowed him right at the poor quarterback and sent both of them hurtling right to the other end as she pressed them down to the ground. 

In one minute, Rachel has already scored two touchdowns and preformed another sexual dance, as the team had to heal up. The rest of the team were too scared to handle what was going on. They didn’t want to buckle against her, but now, it was a third time the charm. Fine, she was faster than they wanted to admit. She was stronger than… stronger than any of them. But they still had sheer numbers and experience with them. Instead of directly clashing with her, they were just going to score! The men all lined up once again as Rachel didn’t even do a stance this time. Instead… Rachel was striking yoga poses. Rachel wasn’t taking any of this seriously, and really, why should she? This was just all of a game for her, as she making sure to stay limber. Rachel felt like she had put in too much energy in all of this. The women were cheering on Rachel and laughing at her doing doggy position as the men were cheering on the men to take Rachel down. As the quarterback, the third one and the most scared, he just wanted to pass the ball. When the game was called, the ball was passed to him and he tossed the ball as quickly as he could. 

It was his hope that they were able to overwhelm her. With a quick pass, one of the men threw as far as he could as others acted like they held the ball and was running quickly. Given how quickly they ran, whoever she sacked would take her some time and then they can to the end zone. As they headed right to the end zone, all of them saw Rachel was still stretching. Some even ran past her as she turned herself into a pretzel. It was incredible, maybe she had given up. Perhaps she had realized that everything she had done, that Rachel knew the men were above her. The copium they were snorting must have been better than any drug because just as the first man was about to hit the end zone, he saw the blur, and knew he was doomed. 

Before he could cry for his mommy, he was sent flying by a push. The man was sent out of the football field as he crashed into the wall behind the end zone. Other of the men saw what was coming for them as a blur headed for them. Player after player was sent hurtling like a rocket right into a wall and nearly crashed through said walls. All of the men hurtled faster than they ever moved as their feet left the ground, ragdolled, and smashes right into the wall. The last thing left was the football that Rachel caught, and held it in hee hand. Rachel tossed it a bit in the air, before she gently tossed the ball. The tossed ball went through the end zone and plowed deeply into the wall as well. Given the concrete was crushed by the leather of football, the rest of the football players knew what to do. Run away screaming and crying like babies. Rachel rolled her eyes as the crowd half exploded in cheers and joy, while the other half felt like they just saw their world explode. Rachel had pretty much won every sport known, but even at this moment, she didn’t feel like she was the best yet. Their was one last thing she had to do. 

Rachel did all of this to improve her skills and experience in sports… so she could beat the real queen of sports. Her own sister. It was time to challenge her sister to the ultimate game of sports!