Big Brown Bousie Battle


Cincinnati's African American social club "The Friends of Amistad" was
holding their 60th annual Young Women's Role Model Award. Three notable
finalists were selected out of a field of 20 candidates. Her Honor Star
Jones, National Security Chief Condeleeza Rice, and Producer, Writer,
Singer and Rapper Missy Elliot.

Ophrah had won the award for ten years in a row so to avoid redundancy both
she and the organization decided to leave her out of the running and make
her mistress of ceremonies. Each woman, phonemes in their particular fields
and highly respected. There was mutual respect between the finalists also;
well at least that is what was believed at first.

As it turned out the race was close Secretary Rice was edged out by a small
margin and much to Star's chagrin so was she. Star could not believe that
she was passed over by "that country, bucked toothed, Hip-Hop Cow!" In
Star's opinion Missy should not have been a candidate because her "lil
musak" did not compare to her accomplishments and that of others. "After
all what she does has nothing to do with academia, business, medicine or
law". "What the Hell were they thinking?!" Star shrieked. Little did she
know that Missy was standing in the doorway of her dressing room, Missy had
come down to Star's room to meet her because she was a long time admirer.
Suddenly Star's personal assistant caught a glimpse of Missy fuming, out of
the corner of her eye and was tapping Star vigorously as Star ranted and
raved about Missy's unfitness for the award. "Is that right B!%@#! said
Missy in a very aggravated tone. "Excuse me? "I'm sorry you had to hear
that but every word was true and I'm not in the habit of taking things
back! "oh is like that huh? Questioned Missy By this time Missy had made
her way from the door (closing it behind her to the vanity were Star was
sitting and touching up her make up. Her assistant stood between them
saying "now ladies" in a worried voice. "Sweetie it's me, I am a litigater
we can talk about this like two adult women (Star was saying this while
giving Missy a smile a nod and a boxers stare). Missy smile stared back and
said "absolutely" "In fact give us some time alone, we need to talk. We're
civilized sista's and both have said some things we regret, we are going to
work this out". After Star made this statement she stood to her feet and
reached for Missy's hand; their fingers interlocking and both voluptuous
beauties giving reassuring grins to Star's concerned assistant. "That's the
Star I know", replied the assistant smiling. Star smiled back and said,
"In fact take the rest of the evening off and put the do not disturb sign
on the door; we will get room service and take this thing over."  Star's
assistant agreed and left the room confident that everything would be all
right. Once the door closed Star and Missy stood side by side patiently
waiting for her to get down the hall and out of eye shoot at the same time
squeezing each other's hands. They buried their nails into each other's
skin for about two minutes until they heard the elevator bell ring. At the
sound of the bell like to prizefighters they turned face to face and
commenced the intercourse of battle cursing, punching, and kicking
furiously. By this time their robes were torn off and their lovely rotund
forms were exposed sweating, glistening and flexing arms, legs and glutei.
Engaged in a dance of battle both voluptuous she-cats struggling back and
forth seeking to lead. They berated each other in traditional ghetto
fashion. "Is that all you got b!%@#?! Questioned Missy sarcastically. I'm
just takin' my time beatin yo' @$$! Hoe I want to enjoy this! Answered
Star. They finally settle in a standing mutual headlock their breathing
labored and ruff with airy growling evident by their sweaty heaving chests.
Both women were trying to trip the other using their plump but shapely legs
as they struggled side by side. Star suddenly snapped her right heal in to
Missy's crotch causing the musician to hit a 'high note of agony' and to
press her mighty thighs together seeking to ease the pain. Star took full
advantage of the moment and hip-tossed Missy slamming her on to the floor
yet never relinquishing her headlock. Missy knowing she was in trouble leg
locked Star's thigh tightly and attempted to break Star's headlock by
prying a wedge between them using the heel of her hand against Star's chin.
The two plump goddesses were bound in a caramel and chocolate swirl;
twisting, flexing, toiling for dominance. Star though far from the "hood"
socially was thrust by the battle back into "street mode" never ceasing to
talk "trash". "How you like this @$$-whoppin b!%@#?! Missy wisely preserved
her strength and only answered in a growl and an occasional punch to the
head or body.  Star got off on the sensation of power over her opponent. So
she delivered a series of hip-toss slams around the room crashing Missy's
voluptuous frame to the carpet. Star finally grew weary of hoisting Missy
over her hip and so settles on top of her still punishing the sexy
Virginian with a vice-like headlock.  Once the were settle on the floor
Missy locked one of Star's shapely milk chocolate thighs with her sexy dark
chocolate legs squeezing until their perspiration was indistinguishable.
Simultaneously Missy held Star's head stationary in "the guide to keep her
from doing anymore damage so that she might somehow gain an advantage.
Star's leg was beginning to grow numb from Missy's lock so she foolishly
tried to work her way out with one of her hands indicating weakness to
Missy. Missy went to work; she grabbed Star's hair from the back with one
hand and her chin with another twisting Star's neck to turn her over. Missy
also twisted her leg lock in the same direction. Star though feverishly
trying to bridge out of Missy's now superior position; was now exhausted
from the whole ordeal and was breathing heavily and losing strength fast.
Missy now was in full control; her forearm pressed against Star's neck her
legs double locked onto Star's her stomach firmly pressed against Star's
making it difficult for her to breath. Missy was leaving nothing to chance
she realized early that t she was not fighting some soft lawyer type but an
experienced street fighter so she started to deliver sharp head butts to
Star's face targeting her eyes and nose. The blood began to flow and Star
began to moan in agony loosing contiousness. Missy rolled Star over on her
belly then applied a back leg lock with her right leg and with her left leg
she stabilized the hold. Missy continuing her pattern of caution she
gripped Stars throat then rolled backward converting the hold into a leg
lock-back breaker-choke combo.  Star was devastated; consciuos only because
of the pain in her contorted legs and back, unable to cry out because of
the choke. Star's body ceased to be her own "her @$$ was Missy's. Star was
not even able to beg for mercy, Star's eyes bulging even more than normal,
sweat dripping from her twisted thighs and hyper-extended glutei one
mammary exposed. Star prayed for unconsciousness, which would seem to be
her only relief. Her desired state came only after a hamstring pull and a
ruptured disk indicated by a popping noise in her back Star moaned and
whimpered her bottom lip quivering uncontrollably "Mmuuuhhhh". Missy
dropped her to the floor on her face then rolled Star over to straddle her
face. Missy rotated her hips grinding her crotch in Stars face saying."Now
Buushie B!%@#!  Respect the way I suk suk suk my style!"