It is the end of February and another "Unleash the Beast" event with the "Professional Bull Riding" (PBR). Top cowboys have come into town. Arlen (22 yrs.) draws a top bull named, "Fright Night" for his first ride. He hopes to ride 8-seconds, earn good points and good money. He comes into this event ranked at number #7. Arlen rode this bull last season, but was thrown quickly. He's glad to ride again to get some redemption.
Betty (21 yrs.) is a short-haired brunette (35-24-32) who wears an unbuttoned western shirt. The tight bra lifts up her tits showing some cleavage. The white cowboy hat and boots match perfectly. Her black Levi jeans are tight-fitting too.
She sits at the top of the bleachers looking through binoculars. Her focus is on Arlen who gets ready to ride "Fright Night." She's been following him on his You-Tube videos. He always chops wood, wearing only jeans, his cowboy hat and boots.
Betty whispers, "Those broad shoulders... Fuck."
She knows that he likes to western dance. She'll look for him after the bull riding competition.
"Fright Night" jumps from the bucking shoot. Arlen rides for 8-seconds who tries to jump off the bull. His hand is caught in the bull rope. The 1000-pound animal jerks him around like a rag doll. He can't get loose as a rodeo clown tries to help him. His body is slammed hard and the hand is finally yanked free. Arlen hits the dirt and crawls away as fast as he can.
He scores 91 points and the audience cheers for him.
Inside the country "Stadium." A local cover-band takes a break and a disc jockey takes over playing country hits. The dance floor fills up with line dancers. Arlen is in the middle of several women. His right hand is wrapped up. He had changed into new jeans, a shirt and favorite cowboy hat. His boots glide across the floor.
He returns to his table to find Betty standing there. He looks for his pitcher of beer and glass.
She says, "Your friend is out there dancing. He asked me to watch your beer."
He tips his hat showing the jet-black hair, "Thanks. I appreciate it."
She looks down at his wrist, "You aren't gonna ride in the second round?"
He raises his hand up, "No, I earned points though. That's the most important thing."
She asks, "Does it hurt? That bull threw you around."
He answers, "Nah... I took some painkillers. I'll ride next weekend."
His eyes glance down at her unbuttoned shirt and cleavage.
He asks, "Wanna share my pitcher?"
She answers, "Sure, I'll pour. Save your strength for later."
He smiles, "For what later?"