Kim Possible Porn Story: The Greatest Trophy of All Chapter 2

As Kim came downstairs for
breakfast, her father, James Timothy Possible, was reading the Friday
paper. The Middleton Examiner was
covering the entire Class 5A State Championship between the Middleton
Mad Dogs and the South Panola Tigers. But when Kim came into the
kitchen, her father’s hands were trembling at the sports section of
the paper. Anne, meanwhile, was preparing her famous blueberry
pancakes.

“Good morn — Daddy?
What’s wrong?” Kim welcomed everyone as that red hair of hers
ignited like a neverending fire, then looked at James’ stunned look.

“Kimmie-cub, the
opponent that our Mad Dogs are facing, the Tigers, are averaging 47
points a game. I don’t think we can win this game!” James
shuddered as he gave the sports section to his daughter.

Kim laughed at her dad’s
comment as the Tweebs came in with their rocket packs. “Come on,
Dad, remember our motto? Anything is possible for a Possible.
Besides, we have my boyfriend, Ron ‘Unstoppable’ Stoppable as the
star tailback!”

James, as usual, wagged
his finger at the troublesome twins of Jim and Tim.

“Aww, Dad…..”
Jim groaned as he landed safely on the ground.

“…..we just wanted
to test out our new state-of-the-art rocket fuel!” Tim cried out
as James confiscated their rocket packs.

Then, he stared back at
Kim as he took another nervous sip of his coffee, “I think it’s
going to take more than just Ronald to defeat this team.”

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Kim took out the section
of sports that covered the 5A state title. It was a special-edition
32-page inset that covered both Middleton and South Panola. First,
Kim took a glance at Middleton’s stats in which, obviously, Ron was
the dominant leader in terms of rushing and all-purpose yards.

Then, she came to South
Panola’s stats on page 12.

“Look at what-what
they did to Low-Lowerton!!” James stuttered as he pointed out
with his still-trembling finger the third game of the season between
the Tigers and the Lemurs.

Kim took her blueberry
pancakes and looked at the third game of the season between South
Panola and their archrivals.

Immediately, she dropped
her fork. Blueberry pancake batter with syrup spilled onto the floor.

She bulged out her eyes in
complete shock over at the following headline taken from the Lowerton
Ledger.

SOUTH PANOLA SLAUGHTERS
LOWERTON IN BATESVILLE, 56-6. TIGERS ROLL UP 549 YARDS, ALL ON THE
GROUND AND SEVEN TOUCHDOWNS IN VICTORY!!!!!

A series of new thoughts
came rushing towards her head. She stared at how the Tigers used 13
different runners to slaughter the Lemurs’ defense. And to make
matters even worse, Lowerton finished up in second place in the
division behind the Mad Dogs.

She stared at one
particular player for the Tigers in a photo: their quarterback,
Deangelo Young. He ran for 159 yards and two touchdowns in that game.

Then, Kim put her finger
on the statistic that read: The Lemurs were held to just 103 yards,
minus 19 yards rushing and 122 yards passing.

The Ledger
also reported on how, on the team buses, a
few Lemur players and cheerleaders played their harmonicas in a very
sorrowful tone as their 6th ranking in the state meant nothing at
all. Even a smaller few cried on that six-hour trip back home. One
Lemur player even claimed the following, in his own tears: “We
don’t want to go back to Batesville ever again!!!! (sobbing)”

Then, another very small
article at the bottom of the page was an interview of a Lemur
cheerleader playing the harmonica incessantly and tears streaming
down from her eyes, singing the blues.

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She continued to flip
through game after game of South Panola’s victories. No team has
gotten closer than 26 points against the Tigers. The whole family
gathered around Kim to see why she was in such a shocked mood.

Kim
dropped her jaw over all of these victories. It felt like that she
could harly even eat Anne’s pancakes.

They all stared article
after article at what their overpowered opponent had the potential to
do against the Mad Dogs: roll up over 400 yards against them and win
in a blowout victory.

Then, Kim gasped at South
Panola’s rankings. They were not only the top team in the state but
were also the top team in the nation.

She then trained her
thoughts to Ron. Oh, no! Ron’s walking right
into a trap!! I need to warn him about what South Panola is going to
do to us! Yet, we must keep faith in ourselves and as a team if we
are to beat the Tigers.

The captain
cheerleader finished up whatever was left of the pancakes and climed
back up to her room.

She put on her senior
cheer uniform and her red spirit ribbon, a perfect match for her
long, red hair and tied the laces on her athletic shoes.

“See ya, Mom! See ya,
Dad!” Kim yelled out as she waved to her parents.

“Bye,
Kimberly!” Anne called out.

“Bye, Kimmie-cub!”
James exclaimed as he and his wife of 21 years made another cup of
coffee.

As Kim was running on the
street, she had to warn her boyfriend, the overconfident star
tailback, about the Mad Dogs falling victim to South Panola’s
semmingly-neverending blitzkrieg rushing attack.