Kimmora Lee-Simmons Vs Traci Edmonds

The Hostess with the Mostess


Treating their audiences to the most unique experiences in female combat
was one of the things The Battle Clan took most pride in. Fchman has seen
the more live spontaneous action than anyone has in the clan beside the
100+ old G-Man.

Fch was invited to a dinner party at the new home of Kenny "Baby Face"
Edmonds and his lovely wife Traci; a fight broke out and Fch told me all
about so I tell you;-).

Everything was a typical evening with the "beautiful people" or so it
seemed. Traci was very nervous about this particular affair because of
several important issues; Face was trying to purchase another major label
and it's best artists so the presentation and outcome of the party was most
important. The mood had to be just right the decorations the food
everything one flaw and the whole thing could be blown; the responsibility
for this in theses circles falls on the wife. Compounding the situation was
the presence of Michael Jordon's wife, Juanita who had raised the level of
hosting these kinds of affairs to an art form. Jaunita was not thinking
about Traci's party she had her own problems; she was only there because of
the invite and wanted to relax with friends. When someone is a s tense as
Traci was paranoia rules over truth and common sense.

Juanita was in a small crowd of women, which included comedian Cheryl
Underwood, Kimmora Lee-Simmons and a few other ladies; they were in
stitches because Cheryl was on that night trying some new material out on
them no doubt. After making her rounds with the guests several times Traci
decided to join the group to see what all the hilarity was about. Cheryl
was talking about "Buushie affairs like this one" and how it was a
requirement to have imported stuff in the house that no one knew jack-S#!%!
about, to serve food that no one could pronounce and to have the ability to
smile and saw witty "thangs" with a stick up yo Buushie @$$!" Basically the
women were laughing at themselves but Traci's paranoia did not let her see
it that way she was enraged. For some reason wanted to take her rage out on
Kimmora who was supposed to be her good friend and comrade. Traci did not
really know they other women standing by, I guess taking it out on Cheryl
would have been impractical because she was doing her job and she dare not
say a word to Juanita hence Kimmora was the target.  Traci tapped Kimmora
on the shoulder and whispered," girl may I se you out on the south
landing". Kimmora responded "sure girl" she then excused herself, laid down
her drink and followed Traci to secluded terrace. Now Fch has a sixth-sense
about girl fights he can feel one coming even when there is no clear
indication of conflict; so he followed them Traci had her back to Kimmora
staring out at the night ski Kimmora placed her hand on Traci's shoulder
and said with concern "what's the matter, girl is there anything I can do
to help?" Traci turned suddenly delivering a backhand slap across Kimmora
libidinous mouth whipping her head to the left and drawing blood, I think
you have done enough!" Kimmora slowly turning her head back glared at Traci
and said, B!%@#! I don't know what this is about and I don't care, I only
know that I will give you one chance to get out of your Armani then I gonna
give you the @$$ whoopin' of your life!" Traci responded, " that's just
what I was looking for Hefa!"

The two golden beauties backed up shedding their garments, jewelry and
heels. They were down to underwear with no shame; Kimmora was wearing a red
laced crotchless singlet cut to her belly button in the front and cut to
the crack of her delectable behind in the back. Traci was wearing a two
piece sheer bra and crotchless panty set. The bra revealed the battle ready
hardness of her nipples and the French cut panties displayed her sumptuous
glutei. Both women were in remarkable shape after having children.

They tore into one another in the cool night air punching kicking and
ripping at each other's hair. Traci backed up then monkey-flipped Kimmora
slamming her lean sensual frame to the concrete, "whap! Uuuhhh!" The wind
went out of Kimmora on impact, Traci wasted no time she raised Kimmora to a
sitting position by her hair then sat behind her locking on a combination
scissors and sleeper hold. Kimmora tried to no avail to break the sleeper
with her nails digging into Traci's flesh meanwhile enduring the crushing
affect of Traci's long lithe legs.

"Nothin's funny now is it B!%@#!" , Traci asked. Kimmora was not concerned
with what Traci was talking about she was only concerned that if she did
not figure a way out of the holds she would awaken with the smell of
Traci's nasty @$$ crotch in her face. Kimmora struggle to roll over to her
hands and knees with Traci affixed to her back. Traci now had one heel
parked in Kimmora's crotch and her face was slightly separated from
Kimmora's head; this was the degree of separation Kimmora needed. The Asian
beauty thrust her head back smashing Traci's nose causing her to release
her hold s and fall backward holding her bloody face. Kimmora with
lightening speed got to her feet then placed Traci's head between her
thighs then twisted a lock on her head bent down placing Traci into some
sort of twisted vice a high pitched gagging sound for Traci. Kimmora was
not satisfied with mere pain she wanted to give Traci something to remember
her by so she carved a large K into her flesh with her thumbnail causing
Traci to gasp. Kimmora the wrenched Traci by the belly hoisting her upward
while still acrobatically holding her scissors lock secure. Then with
unusual cruelty she clamped on the Kama Sutra Crotch-Lock.  At this point
Traci arms were tense and quivering from the agony, her legs almost rigid
in the air, her sweat varnished glutei vibrating uncontrollably. Kimmora
could now feel the warmth of Traci's foamed spittle running down her leg
she smiled then using her ankles sprung upward then sat down into a pile
driver,"CRACK!" putting Traci to sleep once and for all. Kimmora rolled the
twitching battered and bleeding Traci over, straddled her face in a split
then rotated her hips and said, "B!%@#! If you can't kick it you must lick
it!"   Fch was curiously excited and horrified at the same time; he new it
was over but how do you explain to Face or any man that her wife was just
devastated in the worst way. He did not have to because Kimmora was
handling the matter. She had seen Fch out the corner of her eye while she
was handling her; she called to him, "hey you what's your name?" "Fch" he
replied, walking toward her slowly. "Look do me a favor go over the wall
through the servants entrance, don't worry it's always open and always
empty. There will be a key in the desk drawer and a locked door to your
left, open it with the key you will find a video set up take the VHS Tape
and the Disc then leave the party the way you came. "What do I do with the
tape?" inquired Fch. Leave a copy for me at the Sheraton Hotel desk" "A
copy!?" Fch said surprised. Sure, Kimmora replied, You are with the Battle
Clan are you not?" Yes he answered taken aback. "Then I know you can handle
these delicate matters. So Fch took care of that part then Kimmora went
back into the party and announced with great believability that she and
Traci had been attacked and that the four assailants escaped over the wall
passing by the servants quarters. Kimmora and Traci made up later that year
wearing to keep their dirty little secret. Traci had know idea that Kimmora
had already Russell Simmons and little did Traci know Face was aware of the
underground women's fight club and would eventually see the tape.