The Battle Clan's Exotica
by Gman



First story:

Sarah "Buffy" Michelle Gellar VS Jessica "Dark Angel" Alba.

Our first offering in these exotic tales of feminine combat is; Sarah "Buffy"
Michelle Gellar VS Jessica "Dark Angel" Alba. Normally G-Man would have to go
through great lengths to make a match of this caliber but this one was easy.
The fight choreographer's of the two fem. fatal were having a drink (well a
couple;-) in a Hollywood bar frequented by the stunt men and women in the
business. Both were bragging about how skilled their pupils had become in
martial arts after their expert tutelage. The boasting elevated into an
argument and the drunker they got; into a challenge. Ok now I know you're
thinking so what? Two guys in a drunken argument over whose student is the
best does not a fight make! Influence of a beloved teacher is stronger than
one would think; both girls felt they were empowered physically and
psychologically by their instructors and would be honored to test their skills
against another.

G-man's old ear is always to the ground for a possible "girl fight" so he
offered his services to both parties. The fight was to take place on an old
abandoned MGM lot inside a western saloon, at least that is where is to start.
The girls had free run of the entire lot if needed unless one of them were
knocked out or surrendered.

Both girls were dressed in black body suits, Sarah was in jeans and cowboy
boots and Jessica in just the body suit and biker's boots. They stood at
opposite ends of the empty saloon staring each other down until Sarah spoke
with her hands on her hips and a defiant look "ready to be slain?" The Dark
Angel replied, "Sorry b!%@# I'm not a vampire. At the sound of the gong
outside they started at each other throwing a series of kicks and punches. At
first it was like one step, three step, and five step sparring, they seemed
perfectly matched and equally skilled. Better than their perspective shows
they performed a series of acrobatic stunts that amazed even their teachers.
For several minutes it was a draw, Jessica however changed her attack
strategy, she stopped going for Michelle's head and body and started after her
limbs when she would throw a punch or a kick. Ms. Gellar responded with a few
lighting fast snap kicks to Jessica's body which she endured yielding only a
few expressionless grunts; eeuhh! eeuhh! eeuhhh! Jessica delivered a flurry of
backhand punches to Sarah's arms and hands causing her to turn her body
exposing her short ribs. The relentless Latina took full advantage throwing
several quick round snapping kicks using the ball of her foot to reach the
blondes ribs. "Uahh! Uahh! Uh! Uh! Uhahh! Sarah Michelle cried out with each
punishing blow. This attack drove Michelle back with Jessica pursuing her.
Before Sarah could regroup Jessica became air borne and drop kicked her in the
face, blood splattered from Sarah's nose and mouth as she fell backward
bouncing her head off the hard would floor. Most of the room was made of
breakaway material but not the floor. Buffy was in trouble at the hands of a
merciless Dark Angel. Jessica kicked Sarah in the middle of the right thigh
with her heel, and then with the steel toe of her boot snap kicked Her yellow
haired opponent just under the right tit. "Gasp! Cough! was Sarah's only
response. Sarah's eyes almost popped out of her head she could not fathom what
was worse the pain of the impact or the loss of oxygen. Grabbing her self
under her injured mammary she fell on her face like a chopped Redwood. To
finish her beaten blonde foe Jessica applied a Lotus Lock on her; this hold is
the same as the Full Nelson except that the attacker uses her legs to apply
the pressure. In the case of Jessica and Sarah Jessica clawed Sarah's triceps
to make sure the blonde could not wiggle free. The rare hold completely
devastated Sarah she had never seen it before much less been in it. The pain
was insurmountable she had no control over herself except to tear up and to
cry out like a lost child. The only dignity she had left was in not submitting
so she endured the brutality of the hold until she passed out with tears,
sweat, spittle, blood and mucus dripping from the small blondes face. Finally
after hearing no sound the Dark Angel releases Sarah who slumps forward
hacking and coughing in a pool of her own fluids. Jessica rises places her
foot on the top of Sarah's head spreading her arms upward and outward in
victory her chest heaving and taught body twitching from the combat. Her
mentor cheered uncontrollably and Sarah's mentor fought back the tears as he
rushed to her aid.

G-Man

Battle of the (Betta) BayWatch Babes

Second Story:

Stacie Kamono Vs Traci Bingham

1 Betta

"In nature the Betta, or Siamese fighting fish, is a small drab fish native to
Southeast Asia. This fish has been extensively cultured for the aquarium
industry to promote the development of long, flowing fins and brilliant
colors. All Bettas can and must breathe atmospheric air using a specialized
structure, called the labyrinth organ, located behind the gills. If Bettas are
prevented from breathing air at the surface of a pool they will die."

Traci Bingham was the Battle Clans undisputed Queen of the Beach she had
defeated all comers no matter what background, skill level, experience or
size.

Traci was a most exceptional warrior, the only kind of match she had not
participated in was a "Siamese Betta Match" also known as a "Fighting Fish
Match". The Battle clan has seldom allowed them since the early 1900's. G- Man
was afraid of very little but was spooked once when an overly "gung-ho" Marine
O'Sullivan challenged the great Ester Williams then reigning Champ to a
Fighting "Fish Match". It was a fiasco Miss O'Sullivan almost died and Miss
Williams almost went to the authorities. It is hard enough to judge an even
match on dry land much less in water. A girl may be able to swim but not fight
in water also a girl may be able to fight on land but not in water. In the
case of the Betta battle size means nothing so since then G- Man left these
matches to the Asian clans. G-Man reluctantly consented to the match after the
Battle Clan pressed him but did not openly participate, leaving the promotions
and organization to his good friend "Racer X". The rules for the fight were as
follows:

The combatants would wear long flowing full-length gowns with nothing
underneath.

They would do battle in a large see-through tank 20 feet deep.

They are restricted to clawing with their hands, nibbling bites, grappling
with their legs and head butts.

There is no time limit; whichever girl is kept under water by her opponent for
10 seconds 3 times or signals to the judges that she has had enough, wins.

The time had come; the battle took place in an underground aquatic center
designed by Racer X himself. It housed among other things a giant fish bowl
for lack of a better name. It was specially designed for just such an
occasion.

The Lady Batte dawned gowns resembling the beautiful multi-laired plumage of
some great exotic tropical birds. Though there was much material the material
was so sheer all spectators could see their flawless feminine forms no matter
what the distance. The excitement of battle was evident in both women from
their chests slowly heaving, six packs contracting and their slightly
perspiring buttocks all aquiver. Stacey was wearing a canary yellow gown and
Traci was dawning a Bay Watch red gown both women equally stunning. They enter
on two platforms that hung over the giant fish bowl, the gong chimed and they
jumped in feet first. The emerged from the water about the same time the
immediately started at one another. Traci knowing she was the shorter of the
two wanted an advantage so she swam faster and cross gripped Stace's breasts
and elevated he self above her opponent pushing Stace under the water. Traci
locked her legs around Stace's rib cage then bit down on her left trapeasious
muscle. It was the perfect Betta attack and hold designed to devastate and
conquer your foe quickly.

Stace had done this to many opponents before but had never been the victim of
such an attack she was always the aggressor. Understanding what was being done
to her she knew how to counter. She could not panic and had to concentrate;
first Stace had to propel herself to the surface to get a fresh supply of air
she did this by using a frog kick. Having Traci's weight as a burden she
barely got the mask of her face above water but she did gasping and swallowing
an ample supply of air. Then she cross-grasped Traci's mighty t!%$ pulling
them downward. Stace then contorted her right leg such that her foot fit under
Taci's jaw spearing her in the artery. This caused Traci to gag and release
her biting hold as well as her scissors hold. Stace then quickly came up again
for more air. Their positions now were equal, both had their heads above water
and both had hands full of t!%^. Though Stace was bleeding she was confident
that she could overcome. The female Betta thrashed violently about in blood
stained water clawing, biting, and knee jabbing one another both hoping to
gain some advantage. Stace carefully avoided a tooth lock with the smaller
Maroon combatant knowing Traci has never lost a tooth lock battle having even
broken the teeth of one "Ms. Foxxy Brown". Traci on the other hand avoided
with a series of leg blocks Stace's attempt at the "Kama Sutra Spear" which
would surely end the match with a painful defeat. Traci feeling her legs
growing tired locked her legs around Stace's causing the Polynesian beauty to
have to tread water for two. Traci smiled while she still wrenched Stace's
breasts and nibbled at her shoulders and collarbone without having the burden
of staying afloat. Non the less Stace did not panic yet she leaned her head
back as if giving in to the brown vixen's onslaught. It was not evident but
Stace had a plan that would shock everyone especially Traci. With Lightening
speed Stace head butted Traci "CRACK! The sound was that of two bowling balls
colliding. Traci's eyes cross as she let out a blood curdling scream, she
released her claw hold and leg lock and held to Stace's arms not really
knowing where she was. Stace dragged via t!%^ Traci through the water and
pushed her against the bowl. Stace locked one of Traci's legs with one of her
the periodically rammed her other knee into Traci's vaginal area rhythmically
pressing Traci's small yet well rounded buttocks against the glass for all to
see. Simultaneously she continued delivering head butts to the top of Traci's
head causing her to sink slowly under. Finally Stace let go of Traci's t!%$
pushed her under and between her legs securing a Front faced leg lock. Stace
had cut off Traci's air completely the grabbed Traci's wrists pressing her
hands against the glass tank while Traci beneath sure that this was the end of
her life struggled for a short time then gave the signal praying for mercy.
The signal was unique and unmistakable it was both middle fingers in an erect
position, the loosing Betta indicating that she is f#@%ed. Stace quickly
released her fallen foe lifting her above water who was gasping for much
needed air and at the same time the Hawaiian goddess was smiling knowing her
victory was secure and her record untarnished as the reigning Queen of the
Betta.

Berka Berserker

Third Story:Myna Vs. Sheheeda

Simba Organization's first colaboration with The Battle Clan

G-Man was fascinated by the Simba Organization's set up after being introduced
to it. Though he was appalled by some of the tactics in getting woman to fight
he loved the matches and combatants. The women from Africa and the near Middle
East were both ferocious and innovative. G-Man devised a way by which he could
help the girls involved against their own will and make money at the same
time.

There was always gambling at these events so in place of part his winnings he
would wager for a girl's freedom. The Simba Organization reluctantly agreed on
the conditions that the utmost confidence about the matches be kept and that
he produce and promote these matches under the supervision under the watch of
an emissary of their organization.

The first of these matches was between Sheheeda an Afghan slave girl Kandahal
and Myna an Indian street fighter from Bombay. The battle took place in a
large room with a dirt floor. Neither girl has lost a match since they started
fighting. However unlike the Battle Clan and other fem- fighting organizations
there are no championships only reputations and bragging rights. Fighters
could win based on the fear instilled in their opponents from hearing about
previous matches. Trainers and owners engaged in duplicitous behavior they
encouraged fight gossip and at the same time told their girls to ignore it.
They also revealed a "sickness" that made G- Man question the whole system
(for a minute); it seems they liked the girls to star off in traditional
Muslim and Hindu dress the rip at each other until nearly nude.

Sheheeda was dressed in a Berka and a long black dress revealing nothing but
her large thick, almost masculine hands. Myna on the other hand was dressed in
a beautiful Sari layered with pastels covering her athletic form, her face
veiled with only her hands and powerful Flintstone-like feet.

They came to the center of the room; they squatted facing each other about
three feet apart. They were completely silent only the rising of their
shoulders when the breathed exposed their excitement. Suddenly that voice said
"Fight!" an the sprung at each other about five feet off the ground assaulting
each other with ram-like headbutts "CRACK!" Both were knocked on their backs
to the ground crying in pain yet scrambling to their feet to continue their
attacks. Myna grabbed the bottom of Sheheeda's Berka twisting it across her
throat to choke her in a judo-like move. Sheheeda quickly responded in kind by
doing the same with the sash around Myna's neck. They brought each other to
the ground gagging began to roll around trying to gain superior position. The
scrambling of the two battling Mid- East vixens cause some dust to rise but
not too much because the dirt floor was carefully compacted almost like a
solid floor.

Myna was starting to loose the choking contest because of Sheheeda's superior
grip but Myna had another unexpected tool.

Myna during the struggle pressed the ball her right foot against Sheheeda's
indicating a toe-lock challenges. Sheheeda quickly accepted the challenge by
enter locking her toes with Myna, this was a serious error Myna was an
experience toe wrestler and she was completely double jointed. Myna contorted
her foot wrenching Sheheeda's foot into an unnatural position then swiftly and
mercilessly snapped Sheheeda's left middle toe causing he to shriek in agony
and to release her chokehold. Myna still locked on to Sheheeda's broken toe
snatched the Berka from Sheheed'a head revealing hear tears and agony the bit
down on Sheheeda's hawklike nose making a crunching sound as blood ran down
both her cheeks. The removal of Sheheeda's Berka also exposed a knot on her
forehead on an otherwise handsome face and one long braid down the back which
Myna wrapped in her left hand for leverage while she ripped at the Afghan
beauty's garment to expose her nakedness.

G-Man had seen the Asian and Latina catfights but they paled in intensity to
what could only be a dogfight. At this point Myna was top dog growling, biting
and tearing away atop her foe with Sheheeda yelping and struggling to be free.
First Sheheda's attempt at liberty from Myna's vicious onslaught was panic
driven pushing, scratching, kicking, punching and clawing to be free. Sheheeda
soon composed her self and started to think strategically again; she had two
hands and one leg free. Sheheeda first mentally settled into the pain
inflicted upon her then she contorted her right leg toward her head guiding
her foot into a soft part of Myna's throat. Sheheeda also began to gauge
Myna's right eye with her thumb this caused Myna to scream and release her
toehold and biting hold. With her right hand Sheheeda grabbed Myna's long
ponytail wrapping it around her fist for leverage and better position. Myna
realizing her loss of control was eminent tried to roll away and scramble to
her feet but she could only go so far for they had a hand full of each other's
silken locks.

Myna immediately began to stamp at Shehedda's sore foot however Sheheeda
cleverly with amazing agility cause Myna to stomp off her nearly ripped of
dress revealing her lack of under garments.

Now Sheheeda's muscular glutei were exposed but she was now free to maneuver.
Myna had successfully torn off Sheheeda's top showing her large black tipped
which were armed with nipple blades prone for close fighting. Myna seeing this
keeps Sheheeda at arms length then delivers a thrust kick to Sheheeda's
solarplex both women release each other's hair at this point. They regroup
Sheheeda quick binding her toe with a strip of clothe and Myna stomping away
he sashes until nothing is left but a kind of g-string and her own nipple
blades. G-Man realized at this point that the match was designed to become
"extreme". The women circled each other once more with stares that would
frighten even the fiercest male fighters. Sweaty chests heavy, eyes locked in
each other's, hand fixed in claw form they danced the slow dance of the last
battle.

As if they had the some conjoined internal clock they rush toward each other
yelling and wagging their bladed breasts in all directions at one another.
Once in close contact their blade began to rip at their breast making
razor-like cuts, their heads butting, their right hand in clawing finger-locks
and their left hand full of each other's hair. While this bloody Malay was
going on their blades locked embedding partially into their ample mammary by
this time blood and perspiration muddied the ground beneath them. Both women
carefully planted their feet so as no to loose position. All at once Sheheeda
in a daring athletic display inverted herself then wrapped her mighty thighs
about Myna's head smothering her pretty face in Sheheeda's hairiness.
Simultaneously Sheheeda sunk her teeth into Myna's glistening, sinewy abs, she
wrenched Myna's g-strig with one hand and applied the Kama Sutra Claw. Myna
started to work Sheheeda's ribs but to no avail Sheheeda would not let go.
Eventually Myna's air supply was running out and she fell to the ground like a
freshly cut Christmas tree. Once on the ground Sheheeda fully converted her
leglock into a figurefour then she carefully unhooked their blades. Sheheeda
the converted he figurefour headlock into a modified thigh-lock (Myna's head
firmly planted between Sheheeda's sweat soaked thighs and under her flexing
glutei), back- breaker (hooked Myna's thigh with her right arm bending her
backward like a braves bow) Kama Sutra claw lock (gripping a nerve outside
Myna's vaginal area. Myna's pain was unparalleled and Sheheeda's attack
unrelenting. Simba never stopped a battle their motto was the victor must be
satisfied this posed a great moral and ethical dilemma for G-Man. G-Man
actually bet against Myna and bargained for Myna's freedom win or loose but if
she was crippled or dead what was the purpose of emancipating her.
Unfortunately for her Myna was very supple and her back bent until her toes
touched the ground and her buttocks touched Sheheeda's thigh. Myna however
lost contiousness because of the lock on her head she exhaled blowing a puff
of dirt from underneath Sheheeda's butt, then Sheheeda was satisfied releasing
her multiple hold no that the was no answer for her devastating finish.
Sheheeda rolled her defeated unconscious foe over carefully planted her
womanly mane on Myna facing rotating her hips slowly while giving her
tongue-rolling cry of victory.

But now Myna though beaten badly was free.

G-Man

Tutuila/Ashanti Tango

Fourth Story: Samoa Vs Ashanti

"From the jungles of Samoa! 'Neath the mount of Krackatoa! Comes a creature;
neither woman nor beast! But an aberration LELA! Seeking no fame, no fortune,
no title but the heart of her victims. LELA THE UNDEFEATABLE!

ALIMA, ASHANTI, Striking fear into the hearts of foe and allies alike! ASHANTI
tall imposing, dynamic in battle. ASHANTI unparalleled warrior of old! ASHANTI
defeating every foe! ALIMA THE ASHANTI WARRIOR QUEEN!

It is believed by some that the greatest wrestlers in the world come from two
places Samoa around the region of the Tutuila and Ghana in the land of the
Ashanti. The Battle Clan found two undefeated women wrestlers from these
remote parts of the globe to settle the issue. This was to be a "pure
wrestling" match; no head strikes except butts, no kicks except pressure and
push kicks, no eye gauging, no breast strikes and no vaginal attacks. Only
slams, squeezes, claw holds, joint locks, chokes, tripping and tossing. One
fall, submission or knockout with no time limit.

Lela was 5'11" 250lbs; amber toned Polynesian delight yet built like a middle
linebacker with a wide back and size 44 triple D breasts. Her hair was
jet-black wavy and when let down wen to her large muscular glutei.

Lela's thighs were like tree trunks and her diamond shaped calves muscles were
mined and polished. Her arms were like that of a black smith and her general
built was muscle glazed with smooth sexy fat.

Alima was an earthen brown goddess; she had the face of a child, long fine
black braids, she was 185lbs, 6'1" in her bare feat. Alima possessed the
general build of a robust runway model, broad shoulders, long sinewy arms, and
ample perky breasts. Striking and sturdy abs that would be the envy of any
bodybuilder, lengthy athletic legs and her large almost masculine hands and
feet were made for action. They dawned black padded low cut sports bras and
short white loincloths that covered only the essentials otherwise their
magnificent forms were on full display.

The gong sounded and the jungle bred Amazons rushed to collide; the initial
encounter was a collar and elbow tie up. Usually this was the most boring of
holds but their flexing muscles like that of two embattled pythons with their
foreheads pressing against one another brought the capacity crowd and the over
flow crowds in the remote closed circuit TV rooms to their feet.

After testing each other's strength for about five minutes they simultaneously
applied head and crotch locks to attempt power slams. Alima usually power out
of such a hold because of her strength and height but the might arm of the
Samoan battle queen was inescapable. Likewise Lela was held under Alima's arm
grip and could not get away; so with their heads affixed to each others sides
and their opposite hands gripping the other's lower glutei the struggled for
supremacy. Grunting, moaning, straining and sweating they searched for the
advantage and it seemed none would come for either female gladiator until
Alima lost her grip because of the excessive perspiration on Lela's mighty
butt check. Lela immediately hoisted Alima over and body slammed her then
mounted her with a full headlock; Alima applied the guard to protect her
inferior position she locked Lela's left leg and placed a mutual headlock on
her. Lela squeezed Alima's head until she caused her to cry out in her Ashanti
tongue; though in pain she had never known before Alima kept her wits about
her and held her leg lock also she continue her headlock. The headlock was not
vice-like as Lela's but she applied pressure by pushing her knuckles into the
base of Lela's skull. Their brawny legs were locked tightly creating a
glistening butter scotch and coca swirl.

Alima's breasts were covered by Lela's massive mammary yet she would
periodically use them to war against Lela's breasts as she bridged repeatedly
to gain her freedom. Lela was determined to keep Alima down and under her
control; Alima's long powerful legs enabled her do to something the few could
do to Lela and that was to roll her to the side. Lela in a half panic released
her hold and scrambled to her feet; Alima scurried to her feet also. Lela
crashing into Alima with her torso applied a gruesome bear hug. Alima
responded by placing her feet in a back stance for stability and thrusting the
heels of her palms under either sides of Lela's jaw and clamping on a face
claw which bent her head back inflicting unheard of pressure on Lela's neck.
The sounds they made were low, guttural and prime evil, their faces strained,
and perspiration filled vein stressed, their muscles flexing displaying the
magnificence of their feminine power. No quarter was given and no quarter was
asked; suddenly, remarkably almost simultaneously something popped in both
their backs, "CRAK! CRACK!" the audience gasped and the two mighty
she-warriors clasped fall9ing to the ground

Both groaning and twitching uncontrollably. It was never seen before neither
combatant could claim victory. It was a draw!

MOTHERLAND MASSACARE

Fifth Story: 1st Contact with Simba

G-Man is well aquatinted with many of the worlds fighting styles and stylist.
His greatest regret is that he was least aquatinted with African fighting. He
knew of a Yuroban martial artist also of Ugandan, Gambia and Ashanti
wrestlers. However he had no knowledge of the Simba Organization or their
fighting woman of Africa and Asia. In that part of the world women are revered
in a manor that is unparalleled and are seen truly as "the weaker sex" the
idea that they would fight for sport or money is unthinkable. Yet in even the
strictest societies their are secrets.

G-Man was in the hospital learning to manage his "heart failure" his condition
had worsened as his hearts injection fraction dropped from 80% to 30%. The
entire Battle Clan was greatly concerned about the old fight promoter.

The hospital staff in this particular hospital had many immigrants from the
continent of Africa, in particular the nurses. Though G-man was very weak and
heavily medicated he still noticed the sensual and superior athletic physiques
of the African women. G-man however, not in his wildest dreams (well maybe the
wildest;-) that these noble women would do battle for money or sport.

One night between rounds G-Man overheard a conversation in French outside his
room door between Sylvia a voluptuous jet black beauty from Sierra Leon and
Sara a sexy smoky black well muscled Ibo girl from Nigeria.

"Have you reached your ninety days yet?" asked Sylvia. NO you know I have not
why do you keep asking me that !? It will be three more weeks we will do it
and we both will have what we want '' answered Sara in a very annoyed tone.

Don't worry Love I won't hurt you too badly (caressing her face) as long as
you don't resist too much", she offered with the brightest smile. I am not the
least worried about you "fat girl" I will break you the next time we meet.
Then G-man watches their feet and shadows from under the door exit to his
left.

Later that morning Sara came to take G-man's vital signs and he asked her if
she was having any trouble with Sylvia. "No trouble no trouble at all" replied
Sara. "I don't mean to pry it's just that I speak a little French and.."Look!
You Americans need to tend to your own affairs that is the problem with you
and your government you think everything is your business! G-Man calmly
apologized in Ibo and offered his assistance if needed in French. She stared
at him with wonder as she closed the door exiting the room.

Two nights later about 12:00 midnight Sara came in to check G-Man's vitals at
the sound of her beautiful feminine voice he awoke and smiled. She placed the
thermometer under his tongue and secured the blood pressure cuff on his upper
arm. She spoke softly to him; "It is said that you are a powerful man" G-Man
could not answer because of the thermometer in his mouth. I must fight Sylvia
in the Simba in order to afford sending for my family to come to the states".
The vitals machine beeped and she removed the thermometer. "I will have to
fight several times more in order to pay my debt completely. Simba? Questioned
G-Man "I was told you have a similar organization, The Battle Clan" replied
Sara.

Not quite Sara, you see the women in the battle clan are not forced to do
battle because of their economic condition. They fight for cash if the want
for sport if they wan and even for charity. But what you are describing is
slavery." Sara dropped her head in shame and said, "but I have no choice my
family in Nigeria are very political and if they don't leave soon. (Sobbing)"
Sara, answered G-Man I know about men like these they will not be moved by
anything but money and if you are good in the matches they will probably never
let you go. Can you have your contact call me (she nods her head)? I will see
if we can get your entire family over here and at the same time make this your
last fight.

(Sara with tears in her eyes embraced G-Man thanking him over and over)

Unfortunately G-Man could not cut the deal he wanted with the Simba
organization. Here was the deal he could make:

1. He would put up 1 million for Sara to win by submission or knockout.

2. He would pay for her family to come over from Nigeria and sponsor all of

them.

3. If Sara did not win she would still have to fight 7 battles for Simba.

4. He was however allowed to buy her more time and to supply a trainer for

her ( He got Olga the Greek Sensation to train her)

5. There was to be only one fall and the attire was only a G-string

6. G-Man would be allowed to video tape the whole match and market it (this

would be the first (Simba match recorded ever)

The fifth rule was to distract her, the Simba organization knew that if she
was completely humiliated she could not focus and with an opponent as skilled
and strong as Sylvia they thought there was no way she would win.

The night of the fight came G-Man was very confident he had sat in on most of
Olga and Sara's workouts. Olga said, "She is a natural she has to be the
fastest learner I have ever seen". Olga is a world-renowned extreme wrestling
and ju jitsu champion. So this complements well received by all concerned.

The combatants entered a large room in a vacant warehouse the concrete floor
was covered by linoleum. The lights were bright in every direction and five
cameras were mounted, one on each corner and one from the ceiling.

There were two metal doors at opposite ends of the room from which each girl
entered simultaneously. Sylvia was short, voluptuous, yet powerfully built,
her well muscled glutei and overlapping love handles hid her blood red
g-string from the rear. Her forearms were like that of a blacksmiths and her
legs and thighs like that of a power lifter. Her physical prowess was hidden
when she had clothing on because of her plump mid section. She was female
muscle covered in baby fat and ebony silk.

Sylvia's hair was in very small braids long but worn up and tight to her head.
Her hair was also saturated with petroleum jelly all this to keep her opponent
from pulling her hair out.

Sara was as beautiful as her foe if not more; a smoke black blemishless
complexion, perfect ivory like teeth, a few inches taller than Sylvia,

Long thick shapely muscular legs like that of a free style wrestler, a picture
perfect sinewy six pack, broad shoulders muscular arms and back muscles that
would put any body builder to shame. Her muscular glutei shinning and a quiver
in the rooms bright light. She was built like a dark chocolate Marion Jones
with Halle Berry's breasts. Her hairstyle was the same and was also soaked in
Vaseline.

A voice from above simply said go both women walked swiftly to the center of
the room and began to insult one another in their native tongues, nose to
nose, circling each other slowly, waving their hands and doing "the neck" in
the most threatening manor. This went on for a solid two minutes then the
voice repeated it's self "fight". The women both took a step backward and
crouched

down. Still face to face circling one another but now they began to slap each
other and push each other's face to the left and to the right.. Their insults
were now turned to whispers in French. Suddenly Sylvia with the speed of a
Cheetah shot for Sara's leg and took her down, turned her over, crashed her
right knee into Sara's upper left butt cheek, locked and stretched Sara's left
knee and balanced herself by digging her left heel into Sara's right calve.
Sara cried out in English, "f#$%ing b!%@#! Yes but this b!%@# is about to
break you replied Sylvia applying more pressure by grinding her heel into the
center of her opponents calve. Sara turned her face to the floor and moaned
deeply.

Sara then started to twist turn and buck to free herself, she knew that
Sylvia's hold was a balancing act that could not last forever. Finally Sara's
right leg was free and she began to drive her foot into Sylvia's thick neck.
None of this deterred Sylvia from her pit bull-like grip on Sara's knee
holding to the lock with Sara's foot in her neck Sylvia merely growled
slobbered sweated and showed her pearly whites. Sara was persistent knowing
the big girl could not maintain that hold forever, and she was right Sylvia
fell backward on her mighty glutei. Sylvia quickly recovered grabbed Sara by
the head and crotch then power slammed her onto the floor immediately
following up with a face to crotch body press. Sara swiftly bridged out and
rolled to the side but before she could catch her breathe Sylvia rushed her
spun her around and applied a double clutch stomach claw. Then with
goddess-like strength she squatted and hoisted her young muscular foe above
her head still digging deep into her abdominal tissue.

Sara's eyes were filled with tears as she grunted out what seemed to be a
prayer in her native tongue. Seeking to relieve the pressure Sara held tightly
to the wrists of her assailant, her legs extended and flexing in symphony with
her most excellent glutei. Sylvia was grinning as she rotated slowly showing
off her opponent like a freshly baked chicken, but then she stopped and
gorilla slammed Sara on to the floor. "WHAP!" Sara had no more wind left,
being an Ibo she had plenty of fight left but not in her body. Sara lay
gasping for air as if something was blocking her airway. Sylvia was grinning
but not gloating she grabbed Sara by the hair then applied a figure four
headlock then turned her over clamping on a secondary smothering hold. At this
point Sylvia was sure the victory was hers; she had brutalized and battered
her opponent she knocked the wind out of her, she locked on a nearly
inescapable hold with a devastating secondary hold. Sylvia was resting
comfortably on her melon sized mammary, her hands covering the nose and mouth
of Sara, her thighs viced about Sara's neck and her glutei resting upon Sara's
shoulders. Smelling victory Sylvia began to chant,"Sierra Leon Sierra Leon
Sierra Leon" It was obvious from Sara's epigastrium; abs and rib extension she
was in distress but remarkably had not relented nor was she out for the count.
Sara began to burrow and wedge her hand between her head and Sylvia's thigh
searching for a pressure point or a vein. Simultaneously Sara reached around
to wrestle one of Sylvia's fingers attempting to snap it.

Sylvia did not want to release her holds so she chose to struggle against
Sara's attempts to escape. Sweat poured form both African battle queens the
room now echoed with their grunts, groaning squeals, moans and cursing in at
least four languages. Suddenly there was a "SNAP" Then Sylvia let out a
blood-curdling scream "AAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhh! Sara had fractured Sylvia's left
pinky finger. Sylvia still had the state of mind to hold on to her figure four
headlock albeit with less power. Sara knew this and began to go to work she
did not release Sylvia's hand s but wretched the finger every chance she got.
Sara maneuvered herself into a squat then wedged her right foot into the
center of the lock this created a Karma Sutra like position her head between
Sylvia's thigh and her right thigh pressing against Sylvia's locked legs, her
left leg seeking leverage from the floor.

Sylvia screamed as she lost control of her primary hold Sara quickly took the
advantage converting her position into a thigh-lock pressing Sylvia's head
between her right thigh and calve then clamping on a Karma Sutra crotch lock
then bending Sylvia's back as far as it would go.

Sylvia was remarkable, though she was screaming bloody murder she would not
submit. Sara bent her backwards until the sweat from her glutei dripped onto
and mingled with the sweat on her head. Sara seeing how limber the "big girl"
was cleverly shifted the thigh lock from Sylvia 's head to her neck Sylvia
began to gag and foam at the mouth and in no time at all Sylvia was out. Sara
with tears in her eyes and smile on her face Sara raised both hands in victory
making a high pitch sound with her tongue rolling is common in Africa and the
Middle East.

She was a now a free woman and her family would be safe in America.

G-Man