Denyce Graves Vs India Arie

Project Flash Back


G-Man received the most astonishing phone call of his 100 plus years; it
was a conference call from Ms. Denyce Graves and Ms. India Arie. He had no
idea how they got his number nor was he aware how they knew who he was.
This was one of the few times in G-Man's life when he was taken aback; they
wanted to fight each other no less to contribute to the cause; both women
were deeply touched by what happened on 911 and wanted to help. They both
had gone through other channels but heard the funds were slow getting to
those who were really in need.

They were told that G-Man was a man of his word; promising that all moneys
would be delivered to the families in 72 hours or less. Less noble were
their other motives; they both were known for their controlled and reserved
natures but they needed to let off some much-needed steam. However the
utmost discretion was needed because of their reputations and G-Man was
known for that also.

The two Divas had great respect for each other's craft and had no beef yet
they were very competitive and even talked a little trash during the
conference call:

"Deynce are you ready to call a much younger woman mamma?" asked India.

Ms. Arie the question is, are you ready for this project flashback @$$
whoopin you are about to receive?" G-Man was pleasantly surprised and so
was the rest of the Battle Clan when they heard it.

Denyce was wearing a shear black body suit which exposed her sturdy legs V
shaped back, semi-athletic belly and partially perky, surprisingly gravity
defiant breasts. Her hands were strong and her crimson nails were perfect
and somewhat menacing.

India was the picture of youthful health; body type like that of a world
class runner lengthy agile limbs, a tightly drawn belly, and a vigorous
medium sized butt. She wore a small colorful camouflage wrap tightly fitted
around her adamantine nippled bosoms and a small matching loin clothe.

They approached each other stoically at the center of the room saying not
only gazing into each other's eyes as if trying to hypnotize each other.
The gong sounded then all at once the two most refined reserved ladies
turned into ghetto hell cats punching kicking, elbowing, clawing, butting,
kneeing and yes even cursing one another.  During this battle we either saw
a side of them that no one could imagine or the were both demon possessed.
After a long exchange of forceful blows they settle into a standing clench
where they did the battering slow dance; occasionally body punching and
kneeing one another I the thighs and ribs. All this was happening during
lively taunting; "good thing you sing better than you fight B!%@#! You
would be living under the bridge with yo' lil @$$ whooped" insisted Denyce.
"Yea right, ol' @$$ B!%@#! Keep talkin' S#!%! while I wear yo' elderly @$$!
out! Their heads and bodies pressed together in struggle Denyce unashamedly
to advantage and planted her hard pearl colored teeth in India's fore head;
India shrieked and sought retreat.  Deynce locked India's left leg with her
right to deter her withdrawal the tripped the brown bombshell to the floor
securing a front choke hold while converting her leg lock to a double leg
lock and her biting assault to a series of head but attacks. India was
dazed and confused as to how this "old woman" was whoopin her @$$ and she
could not do a thing about it! Denyce was sure the fight would be over
soon; India began to moan and grunt with every head butt delivered and as
Denyce tightened her choke hold. Finally India gagged and her eyes rolled
back into her head Denyce released her then arose standing astride India
with her hands raised and palms slightly inverted inviting the accolades of
the crowd. One small problem; India was playing possum she swiftly and
suddenly delivered a devistating blow to Denyce's vaginal area causing her
to hit a note we were sure she had never before reached. India then with
great agility applied a siscior hold on Denyce's head flipping her and
slamming her to the floor with great intensity.  India wanted to secure
pain, suffering and a victory so she inverted the head scissors arching
Deynce's head back bringing terrible pressure on her neck. India too
confident in her attack neglected to secure Denyces powerful legs and
thighs so Denyce ached her self and clamped on a headlock of her own; now
they were even again. Either warrior could have relieved herself by using
her arms to pry loose but this was a challenge to both to see who the
better woman was. Hence the strained and sweated twisted turned flexed and
arched their back muscles to see who would break first. At one point they
came to a mutual rest still keeping a firm hold to the other trying to
catch the second breath for the final contest. Suddenly it was time the
locked turned to inverted figure four head locks both women arched their
backs, then balanced them selves on the ball of one foot and an elbow and a
hand. Backs bending, muscles straining, glutei pulsating and dripping small
pools of conflict's nectar. The audience was silent but standing waiting to
see whom the conqueror would be. It was not long for the younger woman
began to utter the cry if defeat; intuitively Denyce new India puppy-like
cries were genuine but she left nothing to chance she increased her
intensity until India released her hold. Denyce then released her hold only
to apply a new hold she grabbed India by the hair sitting her up straddled
her head then squeezing India's neck with her mighty thighs. As if this was
not enough Deynce turned India over pressing her face to the floor at he
same time she restricted India's wrists then forced her pelvis to the back
of India's head crushing her nose and mouth against the hard floor. India
began to bleed from the nose and mouth; the crimson ooze slide out from
either side of the combatants. Denyce then released that hold; she stood
above India again with a hand full of her locks smiling as she gazed into
her bloody face. India with out shame began to beg for mercy "no more no
more I don't want no more! Deynce ignored those pleas sitting astride
India's shoulder and back strike her repeatedly while asking her "who's yo'
mama! She did not stop until she heard India volunteer repeatedly  "you my
mama Miss Graves you my mama! Then India collapsed and Deynce stood above
her with her right foot place firmly on India's neck shouting this is how
we do it project style!