The Loyalty of Friends



A year and a half had passed since the altercations between La Donna
and Katrina. The only time it came up is when someone new would come to
the job and some blabbermouth would engage in a little work place folk
lure. Katrina, Montana and their little ghetto crew had long since been
laid off. Whenever LaDonna hears of it (she never speaks about it even
when questioned) she just shrugs. She was in management now and did not
have the time for such childish trifles. She had a new protégé now from
the company's inner city mentoring program, affectionately called "Little
T". It was comical to call her that because she was 6'2" and about 265lbs
she got it honest though her dad (a former track athlete and coach) was
6'6" and her mother was5'11". "T" was sweet, intelligent, friendly and
loved her mentor. For LaDonna the feeling was mutual "Little T" was the
younger sister she never had. The two were inseparable except quitting time
of coarse. One evening when La Donna was walking to her candy-apple red
Studs Bear Cat "Black Hawk" La Donna heard heavy footsteps behind her
getting louder and louder pounding faster and faster on the pavement. The
Sun colored beauty rummaged frantically through her purse for her key chain
with a mace can attached; she new screaming was futile!. because no one
else seemed to present but her and her would-be attacker. Trying her best
not to panic La Donna probed her purse and started jogging toward her car
the footsteps behind her started to track her down then as she reached her
vehicle she was pinned to the hood by a crushing body check. Still she was
able to reach her mace can, but as she extended her right arm the hulk-like
creature clamped down on her wrist and pinned it out stretched at the same
time La Donna's head and neck were pressed against the steel hood by a
crushing elbow. Finally the hulk spoke," awe you was gonna mace me huh?
b!%@#?! Immediately La Donna recognized the voice; it was Montana! But
Why she never had "beef" with the great bronzed amazon? No matter, it was
the here and now and this big cow was crushing her; she was not about to
let go of her only weapon though she saw no way of turning to face Montana
in order to get a few good squirts in. "Get off me b!%@#! Screeched La
Donna now feeling the bone of Montana elbow against the bone of her vain
filled neck. "It's ova" fa' you Hoe!" growled Montana. All at once the
Pressure on La Donna's neck wrist and back was relieved. Simultaneously
She heard a choking sound; then a familiar and welcomed voice,"try that
s#!%!! wit me b!%@#! As La Donna quickly turned around winding her neck
like "Tyson" she beheld a beautiful site; "Little T" had Montana in a
Chokehold then with brutal force slung the brown giantess to the ground.
Montana was in shock her eyes wide open and her jaw dropped; the amazon was
a child the last time anyone ever took her down (but they paid for that
with interest). What the h#$$! Is wrong with you? exclaimed La Donna.
"You beat down my girl" replied Montana. "Are you out of your d@&;^^ mind?!
 that was almost two years ago!""Yea, but I ain't forgot!(Montana would
never reveal that Katrina was devastated after her loss to La Donna; she
lost her man, the respect of her crew for loosing to a "Buushie girl"
and what little self respect a ghetto mentality could afford.) Montana
watched her friend become an emotional wreck behind the incident; and now
She wanted pay back that only a street brawl could give her. Montana
hurried to her feet; it was obvious as she stood that she had been
working out her arms which always had been big were now cut like a body
builder. Montana was wearing spandex bottoms that reached just above the
knee a sports bra and some Nikes cross trainers. The big brown
Princess-warrior's abs were tight and a perfect six pack now heaving and
contracting from mere excitement. "Little T" had just come from her
evening workout in the company gym; she was wearing biker shorts a XXX
large FuBu T-shirt and Nikes also. "T" was not as defined as Montana but
definitely just as strong and solid. (The comparison was like Today's
Bodybuilders Vs bodybuilders before "Steve Reeves") "OK two big yella
a$$#$! to whoop!" blurted Montana. " So what makes you think you will get
passed me?" retorted "Little T" La Donna added, "T" I can't let you
fight for me?!" "You have no choice," said "T" in a concerned way. "Well
I'm real touched! Montana retorted sarcastically. Let's do this, I got
to go home and eat!""Not here said "Little T", "lets go to he room where
ya' lil' friend got her a$$! served to her (smiling). Montana was grinning
Up to this point but when the butter colored amazon spoke of her friend
(Katrina) she became all business. "I tell you what b!%@#! Since you like
to talk after I beat you a$$! Make you call me mama, then break your back!
I'm gonna rip your tongue out yo' mouth! "Ha ha ha ha haaa!" responded
"Montana" This smack running and threatening went on between them until
they reached the empty cafeteria. They became silent after entering the
room knowing how serious the situation was in facing each other; both
women had battled before, even fighting men. Neither however had fought
anyone her own size till now. Each knew that the other could cause great
damage if gaining the upper hand; the key was to stay on your feet don't
let her get on top , avoid a body slam and don't show weakness no matter
how hard you are hit. Their worries were almost identical except for a
couple of things "Little T" was concerned about La Donna's safety in case
 She lost and Montana was worried about being left for dead if she got
knocked out. "Little T" removed her T-shirt revealing her mountain-like
breasts and huge shapely arms. Both girls raise clenched fists slowly the
marched quickly toward one another. Their punches came fast hard and
furious both drawing blood from nose and mouth after the second blow. (La
Donna winced after every punch; she had never seen or heard such brutality
even from men). Finally they clenched in double headlocks occasionally
punching the head ribs and the sides of the breasts as they struggled to
catch their breath. Eventually they started to wear on each other; still
holding their lock and punching but no bent over grunting groaning and
sweating. All at once Montana attempted to shoot for "T's" legs but "T"
detecting her move blocked with her shoulder arms and breasts then moved
her legs back out of range. Montana was unaffected by her failure to bring
her golden hued foe down,"It's just a matter of time hoe" Montana warned.
"T" said nothing she was stoic and methodical in her attack and counter
attacks. Montana got an idea she freed her arms enough to push "Little T"
back a few steps then exposed her palms to signal a challenge of strength.
"T" smiles then with open hands engaged Montana in and finger lock; both
burying their chins in each others trapezium, planting their feet
; flexing their legs and gluten. I was a curious sight neither girl budging
Both perspiring, straining, and pressing their breasts for supremacy. The
only "give and take " in the action was the winding motion of their
outstretched and locked arms. Like a swirl of butter and chocolate also
when not twisting each others arms for dominance they assaulted each other
by banging their large breasts together. It seem futile to La Donna at
first but upon careful examination she noticed the top part of T's chest
was turning red and noticed that Montana was grunting and wincing with
every
; collision. These big girls were hurting each other; it was just a matter
of who broke first. There was no sign of giving either way,
until Montana seemed to be loosing her footing and was slowly being
; forced backward like a sumo being forced out of the ring Montana pushed
passionately but to no avail "T" was moving her and landing the better
blows to the face to the chest to the ribs: Crack! Crack! Crack!).
Montana could only do one thing she side stepped "T" and delivered a
forearm smash and fist to the middle of "T's" back causing her to stumble
and fall to the floor tit first. Montana wasted no time she crashed all
of her weight (248lbs) on to the small of "T's" back simultaneously
striking
the base of "T's" skull with the middle knuckles of a panther fist. This
;caused "Little T" to go from all fours to her elbows one knee and one leg
; straightened out behind her. Now "T" was experiencing something she had
never before experienced, to be down, helpless and almost out! Montana was
methodical, she scooped her left arm under her opponent's chin for a near
perfect choke forcing "T's" head back. Clamping on the second part of the
deadly hold by grasping her right wrist then grabbing a hand full of the
golden goddesses curly black locks; winding the hair into a fist then
pressing forward on the top of "T's" head. Montana's back and arm muscles
flexed causing "T" to produce a combination gagging and squealing sound.
Montana was by no means through with the torture she rolled "T" over and
lock her legs around "T's" rib cage. "Little T" was disoriented because
of the double hurt that was place on her; she was losing air fast her
head felt like it was going to burst, and her ribs about to implode. By
this time La Donna's eyes were filled with tears she did not care what the
big brown battle queen would do to her afterward, she only cared that her
friend was now suffering because of her. "Give it up "T" give it up!!! I'll
fight her myself!" ,demanded the butter colored beauty. "Little T" eye
blood shot , out of breath and in more pain than she had ever been in her
life choked out a determined "Noooo!" Montana broke her silence,"Give it
up b!%@#//! Give it up now or I will snap your neck!" ( In all truth
Montana was getting tired, she had put many a girl to sleep in no time at
all. "T" was the toughest by far) Using her tree trunk like legs and
massive upper body strength "T" rolled over on her stomached. In an
unbelievable show of strength with the hulk like female on her
back "Little T" worked and inched her way into a low squatting position.

All
"T" raised herself and her anaconda -like load until she was again
standing tall. "T" toppled backward but this was no accident she rammed
Montana's back into the corner of a large table. Montana cried out in pain
lost her"leg lock" but would not release the "sleeper". "Little T"
started to wedge between her head and Montana's arms and her head with one
hand and reached back for a hand full of Montana's hair with the other.
"T"struggled to the surface of the large table with Montana still riding
her cursing and hollering. "T" fought to her feet again on the
middle surface of the great table; hooking one of Montana's legs and
standing on her other foot she cause them both to fall backward crashing
through the table. Montana's neck hitting the edge, then her head hitting
the floor mean while "T's" head was pillowed between Montana's great sweat
glistened breasts. Montana still was holding the "sleeper" knowing if the
golden warrior got free it would be over for her; by this time "T's" arms
were back at nearly full strength she pried herself free. Montana
pushed "T" away with hands and feet not wanting to be on the bottom
grappling with a rejuvenated opponent. The two battle queens arose
simultaneously, both worn from battle , scared ,bleeding breasts heaving
gasping for more oxygen anticipating the last round. They started to
circle one another for what they both knew would be the final battle. One
 was fighting for the honor of a fallen friend and the other fight to
protect a friend. The only sound in the room was that of their breathing;
once more and for the last time they raised their guards slowly as they
circled each other, eyes locked and great sweaty mummeries ascending and
descending alternately in a symphony of sight and sound. With out warning
They started at each other with all the speed of track stars; Montana came
with a Tyson-like right hook, "T" became airborne just as she reached
Montana. The hook connected but not in the desired spot due to "T's" height
it grazed her across the top of her right tit. "T" struck Montana with a
flying head butt on the bridge of the nose driving Montana backward
blood splatering every wear; Montana was blinded and in shock. "T's" new
attack was relentless fore arms to the temple, fists to the breasts and
kicks to the stomach and crotch area; Montana could only cover up and
bend over; this made her most vulnerable because "T" could strike her at
will and she did beating her down. Pounding her head and back knee lifts to
the face and breasts. "T" was now in full control; there was a space
between a steam table and a freezer "T" dragged Montana by the hair to
this area ripping out clumps of it along the way. Montana was calling for
God and Mom at this point but "T" showed no mercy ; "T" wedged Montana's
right leg between two bars that held the trays and hooked the other leg
with her right leg then hooked Montana's head with her left leg
completing an Asian abdominal stretch. Montana could not fall and was in a
devastating hold but "T" was not done yet she applied an elbow lock with
her left arm and a claw hold on Montana's right tit; then "T" leaned
backward suspended in air twisting pulling and stretching her victim into
Child-like submission. It was not until "T" heard a crack in Montana's
back that she released her; "T" new if given a chance to recuperate
Montana might comeback on her, the could not afford that. She laid the
street fighters lifeless body on the floor and walked out to her car. La
Donna new Montana's cousin Cynthia and called her to pick her up; she was
not happy about the situation but she admired what Montana was willing to
endure for a friend and very happy "Little T" risked everything for her
and her.... Unborn child,
you see "Little T" was truly a loyal friend.


DEACON