Red Eyed Fury

1 "Return of the Baddest B!%@#! On the Block"


Never could anyone be as pissed at anyone as Dawnique was with Deacon. Not
only was she a woman scorned but he was instrumental in blemishing her
perfect record and that at the hands of a rookie. Deacon was determined to
make it up to her besides he missed the "juicy booty" as she called it
playfully. Yes Deacon was in love with Lynette but like most of us and much
to his chagrin Deacon had feet of clay. They way to make it up was to
arrange a series of matches with undefeated opponents the first was to be
against a Simba fighter, "Sheeeda"

Deacon would have preferred Dawnique start with someone like "Bonita
Bodyrock" the Golden Bomb Shell who was now undefeated in the high school
and college ranks but this would have been an insult to Dawnique she needed
to defeat some one experienced, someone dangerous for her to regain "face"
   Though the fights with Lynette were not sanctioned and technically just
sparring sessions hence her undefeated record in her mind was blemished.

G-Man prepared her for the match by briefing her about her opponent's
prowess, stamina, ruthlessness and pain threshold. The reviewed all the
tapes of Sheheeda he could find; there in lied their advantage, Dawnique
came out of the fort worth underground street fighting camp which had
little or no official videos of fights.  Hence Sheheeda was fighting an
unknown opponent, they (she and her manager) only knew Dawnique was tough
undefeated and from Texas.

It took a while for the Battle Clan and the Simba Organization to agree on
rule terms and conditions of the match. Extreme submission (a win was to be
obtained by submission or knockout) no time limit, joint locks, choke
holds, all strikes allowed, all claw holds allowed, no eye gauging, no
biting except when caught in a submission hold and there was to be a
referee to verify submissions and knockouts ensure the safety of both
fighters. Their attire was to be loincloths, padded sports bras and special
vaginal protectors (Loki's invention, he could never stomach vaginal
attacks;-). The vignette was an abandoned warehouse in Youngstown, Ohio;
when the steel business was big it was used to store excess fabricated
materials after that illegal prizefights between mob bosses bodyguards and
bouncers. The live audience was to be small the members of the Battle Clan
and their special guests Maynard Peabody the winner of the Battle Clan web
site and magazine's "Original Story Contest" and Bonita Bodyrock the Battle
Clan's rookie of the year. Then there was the Simba side; seven disgruntled
Sheiks who were complaining in Arabic about the girls not fighting to the
death and no being able to sleep with them the night before the match.
However they could still openly gamble on the outcome of the match.

Dawnique was more than prepared; she had done strength training with
"Trisha the Dominator", grappling workouts with "Tigra the Conqueress" and
KickBoxing with Lucia Ryjker and she had no sex for months, yea she was
ready for battle. Dawnique's frame was in excellent combat form; less than
3% body fat, her back; was a sensual stalwart tree shaped vision and
colored as if dipped in honey, her jaunty mango shaped chocolate tipped
bosom seemed to defy gravity, she had a cascading wall of abdominal of
matchless muscularity poring into her luscious yet athletic thighs. All
this was supported by a pair of matchless platinum hued, rhombus shaped
calves which rivaled any bodybuilder's.

Sheheeda was dazzling to view yet robust from head to toe as usual. She was
wearing a traditional Berka headdress and vale this gave her the advantage
of seeing what was in Dawnique's eyes without revealing her secrets. If
Sheheeda was dealing with anyone else this ploy may have worked but the
only thing that she saw when looking into Dawnique's eyes was a deep seated
desire to "kick @$$!" Anyway she was in marvelous shape; she weighed 145lbs
of solid muscle also less than 3% body fat. The of Middle Eastern beauty
had thick wavy raven locks that reached to the crest of her supple hind
end, nut-brown eyes, a hawked yet straight nose that determine the
boundaries of her unparalleled far eastern loveliness, her lips were full
pomegranate pigmented cushions.  Sheheeda's sinewy shoulders and arms and V-
shaped back development rivaled Dawnique's for attention almost breaking
the necks of torn onlookers. Her protruding deltoids also held our focus,
when her delectable melon solid breasts were not driving us insane, now
these luscious mammary sat majestically upon her fully developed six pack
which flowed into her Junoesque hips her lower leg development was not
Dawnique's but nothing to throw a stick at. We were both honored and in awe
of the feminine musculature before us and could hardly wait to see them
locked in near lethal, fluid saturated combat.

The gong sounded and the conflict began; they were tied up in mutual
headlocks, arms wrapped tightly, hands clasped in the crease of their arms
and their free hands filled with each other's hair. They contorted, bowed
and exerted every tendon in their erotic physiques as they danced around
struggling to take the lead in the conflict. This because of the intensity
of this initial engagement these Valkyerie uttered unintelligible sounds
that could only be attributed to cave dwellers. "Uuuhhh! Ahhhrrgg!
Eeeeuhkkk! Muuhhhaahh!" Dawnique knew now how close they were in strength
so she needed to create an advantage; she let go of Sheeeda's hair then
jammed her thumb into the mid-eastern beauty's neck making space between
them she then quickly delivered shape headbutt to Sheheeda's eye. Blood
spurted from the corner of Sheheeda's eye, she was disoriented for a moment
but that is all the maroon vamp needed. Dawnique rammed her hip into
Sheheeda's pelvis the twisted and bent over slamming her to the floor
making a horrible slapping sound. "Ssssplattt!" Dawnique followed her
closely adding to the devastation of impact by landing on top of her then
locking her legs and converting her headlock into a full frontal choke.
Sheheeda immediately started to counter Dawnique's assault; she bridged
hard pelvis to pelvis raising her sweltering contracting hind end off the
surface. Simultaneously she alternated punches with her right fist from
Dawnique's ribs to the back of her head and with her left thumb she dug
into Dawnique's right nostril.  As they inflicted these physical cruelties
on each other the cursed one another aloud causing both groups of onlookers
to chuckle. Both combatants endured the pain longer than anyone would have
expected but they eventually pushed away from each other scrambling to
their feet. Sheheeda was choking and Dawnique could not stop the bleeding
for her nostril or the aching in the back of her head and in her ribs.
Sheheeda took a deep breath then leaped at Dawnique with a cross body block
toppling Dawnique to the ground with her body on top she then locked
Dawmique's head with her arms and joint locked Dawnique's right arm with
her legs. Dawnique responded by contorting her lower half then wrapping her
legs in a figure four about Sheheeda's head. Sheheeda lowered her headlock
to Dawinique's neck restricting her main arteries; "Aaaahh F()@%!"Cried
Dawnique, Sheheeda just growled and gurgled. This erotic position inspired
us to leave our seats and encircle the twisted wet female skirmish like
young boys gazing at a schoolyard brawl. Our money was in our hands and the
last bets were being made.  The women's heads were pressed together,
Sheheeda's legs hyper-extended and clamped onto Dawnique's elbow, her arms
squeezing Dawnique's neck, Dawnique's @$$ pointed straight up the flexing
lips of her womanhood seemed to gasp for air while her perfectly formed
legs closed their hold on Sheheeda's neck and as a bonus her left thumb in
her right nostril. The mixed sweat drenched womanly smells of their
muscular yet supple forms were sweet intoxication to us as we swayed side
by side screaming encouragement to our chosen champion. Deacon frantically
move about the crowd seek a view of Dawnique's eyes, he finally saw them
and raised his thumb in our direction, we

(The Battle Clan) bet all available on Dawnique. You see her eyes were beet
red and when that happened it meant her opponent was in trouble. Since
Dawnique was a child the sure indicator that she was P!$$#@ and ready to
kick @$$ not matter the size of the opponent was her red eyed fury.
Suddenly Sheheeda's gagging got louder her legs unraveled and quivered and
her headlock converted into desperate embrace. Dawnique has a third wind so
to speak she rolled the Afghan gladiatrix over with her legs until her
figure four was converted into a front scissors hold. Dawnique's crotch now
smothering Sheheeda and her mighty thighs and glutei flexing furiously, her
hands flat in pushup position her back arched and her moist bust and combat
hardened nipples pointing outward. Dwanique maintained this libidinous hold
until Sheheeda's muffled cries and convulsions ceased, Sheheeda was out
cold. Remarkably though they lost a lot of money the Simba crowd began to
chant out of respect, "Dawnique! Dawnique! Dawnique! This is what she
needed to regain her confidence and resume her career as the "Baddest
B!%@#! On the Block"



G-Man