MUSCLE LOCK Carmella Vs. Cleo A Battle Clan Diary Unrepentant and unchecked decadence sadly subjects women to the many facets of powerful men's sick fantasies; prostitution, pornography even violence hence even folklore even tends to objectify them in the worst ways. One of many such legends is the existence of a secret feminine combat organization called The Battle Clan, a kind of a Fight Club for women operating out of the Westheimer stripe in Houston Texas' west side. It is said that the organization is run by a 100-year-old billionaire called G- Man and his best friend and assistant called Deacon. The girls are paid well for doing battle with each other they are examined by health professionals before allowed to fight, there is no mortal combat (fights to the death) and there are referees and security on sight. They have health insurance, scholarships and retirement plans and many other benefits. Some would say that is not a bad deal and a small price to pay for beating each other bloody at the whim of a had full of degenerates who are making infinitely more on side wagers with other powerful and wealthy men. Like all other Westheimer stories the truthfulness of the tale is a matter of opinion because like most Westheimer stories there are probably at least two versions. But the only real question here is what do you choose to believe. Deacon Two women, a small room, bright lights, both 5'4", 165lbs, 36-22-34, magnificently built biceps, triceps, impeccable eight packs, broad sinewy yet smooth shoulders, athletic thighs and diamond shaped calves. Their differences: Carmella; honey hued skinned, short black curly hair, tea colored eyes, a narrow native American nose, high cheek bones and a small mouth with pouty lips wearing a black sequenced mini bikini showcasing her magnificent glutei. Cleo, a milk chocolate hue, long finely braided locks, brown eyes, a small nose slightly flared at the nostrils, full rounded cheek bones with a wide sexy mouth and full African lips was wearing a red lace bikini underwear set with a g-strig cut in the back revealing her sexy round muscular butt. They knew nothing of each other except they would be evenly matched, that there would be no live audience only cameras, that the combat would be hand to hand wrestling only, no ref. no time limit, whoever walked out first, was the winner. $200.00 to fight and $2000.00 for the winner. Carmella was lead into the room first, she went to the opposite wall and turned her back to it then Cleo enter the door shut behind her a buzzer sounded and the rushed each other. Both were applying a tight headlock they took semi squatting positions seeking an advantage. Twisting, bending, straining muscularity solicited deep groaning as these small Amazons tested each other's might and resolve. The back and forth of their bellicose dance caused perspiration to trickle from every pore. Carmella challenged Cleo by hooking her leg Cleo accepted by engaging her leg. Interlocking their limbs caused them to topple to the floor making a loud spanking sound upon impact. Neither woman wasted time as they quickly employed their other legs creating a chocolate caramel swirl of muscularity glazed with sweat. Carmella was on the bottom so she attempted a bridge against Cleo's pelvis but to no avail because Cleo pressed her back to the floor. Carmella however managed to free her legs wrapping them around Cleo's waist and began squeezing listening for Cleo to utter a grunt indicating a weakening. Cleo only gave a low moan then cranked her headlock on tighter and buried her chin into Carmella's cheekbone. No one gave in at this point they just moaned at the tensing of their holds. Cleo worked her knees forward and to the sides of Carmella then raised into a squat with Carmella still attached to her waist and still in the clutches of her headlock then she launch forward crashing Carmella's back into the nearest wall. Carmella bellowed and dropped her scissors hold but immediately she rams her foot into Cleo's vulva to hold her off, Cleo was standing straddled above Carmella but after Carmella's thrust Cleo was successfully ejected and fell on her butt. Getting to their feet at the same time the resumed the struggle immediately both hooking the other's head and crotch seeking a slam. Cleo realizing that their strength was even pinched the lower part of Carmella's moist exquisite powerful rump. Cleo seeking relief from this exotic claw hold by stretching her leg backward while rotating her butt to keep it from becoming numb. Cleo also applied the same pinch hold to Carmella's vigorous glutei. Amid their squealing and grunting was some cursing as the suffering increased. First Cleo gained better footing then initiated a suflex they scrambled to their feet then Carmella quickly returned the gesture. Reciprocation of slapping each other's moist libidinous physiques to the deck went on for some time until we lost count and they lost their wind ending with both robust belles supine and panting like two great cats after a kill. Now the fatigue was evident by their matted hair, perspiration marinated flesh, protruding capillaries, vigorous twitching muscle and coarse windy sounds coming from their wide opened awry mouths. The beautiful bronzed female athletes rolled in opposite directions and slowly arose to the feet obviously worn from the battle. Staring each other in the eyes circling one another with unsteady knees, quivering glutei and heaving battle hardened chests awaiting the right time for the final strike. Both women knew they only had enough energy left for one last engagement and that whoever got the upper hand would be the winner. Simultaneously they leaped at one another their fore heads colliding and their arms clenched tightly about each other's aching heads as they descended to the floor. Surprisingly the chose almost telepathically not to grapple on the deck but instead rose to their feet affixed to each other. After this began a series of foot and knee attacks the likes of never before seen in battle clan history. Cleo and Carmella drove their knees into each other's torsos with such force that we could hear ribs cracking and see evidence of the damage as abrasions appeared on their sexy bodies. Once again no quarter was given or taken they endured the mutual onslaught for over five minutes when suddenly Cleo hit pay dirt. During the trade of blows Cleo jammed her knee underneath Carmella's left tit directly into a nerve which caused Carmella to squeal tremble the falter to her butt Cleo wasted no time she held tight to hear headlock sat in Carmella's lap wrapped her legs about Carmella's waist and constricted her like a great deadly snake until Carmella fell into the slumber of defeat. Neither girl had encountered anyone as strong as the other before so Cleo's victory was mingled with respect knowing fully that her beaten unconscious foe could have easily been her. Cleo moved quickly for the door so that Carmella could receive any needed medical attention but before crossing the thresh hold she turned and bowed to the stranger in the night with whom she had engaged in the most physical intimacy called muscle lock.