MOTHERLAND MASSACARE





G-Man is well aquatinted with many of the worlds fighting styles and
stylist. His greatest regret is that he was least aquatinted with African
fighting. He knew of a Yuroban martial artist also of Ugandan, Gambia and
Ashanti wrestlers. However he had no knowledge of the Simba Organization or
their fighting woman of Africa and Asia. In that part of the world women
are revered in a manor that is unparalleled and are seen truly as "the
weaker sex" the idea that they would fight for sport or money is
unthinkable. Yet in even the strictest societies their are secrets.


G-Man was in the hospital learning to manage his "heart failure" his
condition had worsened as his hearts injection fraction dropped from 80% to
30%. The entire Battle Clan was greatly concerned about the old fight
promoter.

The hospital staff in this particular hospital had many immigrants from the
continent of Africa, in particular the nurses. Though G-man was very weak
and heavily medicated he still noticed the sensual and superior athletic
physiques of the African women. G-man however, not in his wildest dreams
(well maybe the wildest;-) that these noble women would do battle for money
or sport.


One night between rounds G-Man overheard a conversation in French outside
his room door between Sylvia a voluptuous jet black beauty from Sierra Leon
and Sara a sexy smoky black well muscled Ibo girl from Nigeria.

"Have you reached your ninety days yet?" asked Sylvia. NO you know I have
not why do you keep asking me that !? It will be three more weeks we will
do it and we both will have what we want '' answered Sara in a very annoyed
tone.

Don't worry Love I won't hurt you too badly (caressing her face) as long as
you don't resist too much", she offered with the brightest smile. I am not
the least worried about you "fat girl" I will break you the next time we
meet. Then G-man watches their feet and shadows from under the door exit to
his left.


Later that morning Sara came to take G-man's vital signs and he asked her
if she was having any trouble with Sylvia. "No trouble no trouble at all"
replied Sara. "I don't mean to pry it's just that I speak a little French
and.."Look! You Americans need to tend to your own affairs that is the
problem with you and your government you think everything is your business!
G-Man calmly apologized in Ibo and offered his assistance if needed in
French. She stared at him with wonder as she closed the door exiting the
room.


Two nights later about 12:00 midnight Sara came in to check G-Man's vitals
at the sound of her beautiful feminine voice he awoke and smiled. She
placed the thermometer under his tongue and secured the blood pressure cuff
on his upper arm. She spoke softly to him; "It is said that you are a
powerful man" G-Man could not answer because of the thermometer in his
mouth.  I must fight Sylvia in the Simba in order to afford sending for my
family to come to the states". The vitals machine beeped and she removed
the thermometer. "I will have to fight several times more in order to pay
my debt completely. Simba?  Questioned G-Man "I was told you have a similar
organization, The Battle Clan" replied Sara.

Not quite Sara, you see the women in the battle clan are not forced to do
battle because of their economic condition. They fight for cash if the want
for sport if they wan and even for charity. But what you are describing is
slavery." Sara dropped her head in shame and said, "but I have no choice my
family in Nigeria are very political and if they don't leave soon.
(Sobbing)" Sara, answered G-Man I know about men like these they will not
be moved by anything but money and if you are good in the matches they will
probably never let you go. Can you have your contact call me (she nods her
head)? I will see if we can get your entire family over here and at the
same time make this your last fight.

(Sara with tears in her eyes embraced G-Man thanking him over and over)


Unfortunately G-Man could not cut the deal he wanted with the Simba
organization. Here was the deal he could make:

 1. He would put up 1 million for Sara to win by submission or knockout.

 2. He would pay for her family to come over from Nigeria and sponsor all of
    them.

 3. If Sara did not win she would still have to fight 7 battles for Simba.

 4. He was however allowed to buy her more time and to supply a trainer for
    her ( He got Olga the Greek Sensation to train her)

 5. There was to be only one fall and the attire was only a G-string

 6. G-Man would be allowed to video tape the whole match and market it (this
    would be the first (Simba match recorded ever)


The fifth rule was to distract her, the Simba organization knew that if she
was completely humiliated she could not focus and with an opponent as
skilled and strong as Sylvia they thought there was no way she would win.



The night of the fight came G-Man was very confident he had sat in on most
of Olga and Sara's workouts. Olga said, "She is a natural she has to be the
fastest learner I have ever seen". Olga is a world-renowned extreme
wrestling and ju jitsu champion. So this complements well received by all
concerned.



The combatants entered a large room in a vacant warehouse the concrete
floor was covered by linoleum. The lights were bright in every direction
and five cameras were mounted, one on each corner and one from the ceiling.

There were two metal doors at opposite ends of the room from which each
girl entered simultaneously.  Sylvia was short, voluptuous, yet powerfully
built, her well muscled glutei and overlapping love handles hid her blood
red g-string from the rear. Her forearms were like that of a blacksmiths
and her legs and thighs like that of a power lifter. Her physical prowess
was hidden when she had clothing on because of her plump mid section. She
was female muscle covered in baby fat and ebony silk.

Sylvia's hair was in very small braids long but worn up and tight to her
head. Her hair was also saturated with petroleum jelly all this to keep her
opponent from pulling her hair out.


Sara was as beautiful as her foe if not more; a smoke black blemishless
complexion, perfect ivory like teeth, a few inches taller than Sylvia,

Long thick shapely muscular legs like that of a free style wrestler, a
picture perfect sinewy six pack, broad shoulders muscular arms and back
muscles that would put any body builder to shame. Her muscular glutei
shinning and a quiver in the rooms bright light. She was built like a dark
chocolate Marion Jones with Halle Berry's breasts.  Her hairstyle was the
same and was also soaked in Vaseline.


A voice from above simply said go both women walked swiftly to the center
of the room and began to insult one another in their native tongues, nose
to nose, circling each other slowly, waving their hands and doing "the
neck" in the most threatening manor. This went on for a solid two minutes
then the voice repeated it's self "fight". The women both took a step
backward and crouched

   down. Still face to face circling one another but now they began to slap
each other and push each other's face to the left and to the right.. Their
insults were now turned to whispers in French. Suddenly Sylvia with the
speed of a Cheetah shot for Sara's leg and took her down, turned her over,
crashed her right knee into Sara's upper left butt cheek, locked and
stretched Sara's left knee and balanced herself by digging her left heel
into Sara's right calve.   Sara cried out in English, "f#$%ing b!%@#! Yes
but this b!%@# is about to break you replied Sylvia applying more pressure
by grinding her heel into the center of her opponents calve. Sara turned
her face to the floor and moaned deeply.

Sara then started to twist turn and buck to free herself, she knew that
Sylvia's hold was a balancing act that could not last forever. Finally
Sara's right leg was free and she began to drive her foot into Sylvia's
thick neck. None of this deterred Sylvia from her pit bull-like grip on
Sara's knee holding to the lock with Sara's foot in her neck Sylvia merely
growled slobbered sweated and showed her pearly whites. Sara was persistent
knowing the big girl could not maintain that hold forever, and she was
right Sylvia fell backward on her mighty glutei. Sylvia quickly recovered
grabbed Sara by the head and crotch then power slammed her onto the floor
immediately following up with a face to crotch body press. Sara swiftly
bridged out and rolled to the side but before she could catch her breathe
Sylvia rushed her spun her around and applied a double clutch stomach claw.
Then with goddess-like strength she squatted and hoisted her young muscular
foe above her head still digging deep into her abdominal tissue.

Sara's eyes were filled with tears as she grunted out what seemed to be a
prayer in her native tongue. Seeking to relieve the pressure Sara held
tightly to the wrists of her assailant, her legs extended and flexing in
symphony with her most excellent glutei. Sylvia was grinning as she rotated
slowly showing off her opponent like a freshly baked chicken, but then she
stopped and gorilla slammed Sara on to the floor. "WHAP!" Sara had no more
wind left, being an Ibo she had plenty of fight left but not in her body.
Sara lay gasping for air as if something was blocking her airway. Sylvia
was grinning but not gloating she grabbed Sara by the hair then applied a
figure four headlock then turned her over clamping on a secondary
smothering hold. At this point Sylvia was sure the victory was hers; she
had brutalized and battered her opponent she knocked the wind out of her,
she locked on a nearly inescapable hold with a devastating secondary hold.
Sylvia was resting comfortably on her melon sized mammary, her hands
covering the nose and mouth of Sara, her thighs viced about Sara's neck and
her glutei resting upon Sara's shoulders. Smelling victory Sylvia began to
chant,"Sierra Leon Sierra Leon Sierra Leon" It was obvious from Sara's
epigastrium; abs and rib extension she was in distress but remarkably had
not relented nor was she out for the count. Sara began to burrow and wedge
her hand between her head and Sylvia's thigh searching for a pressure point
or a vein. Simultaneously Sara reached around to wrestle one of Sylvia's
fingers attempting to snap it.

Sylvia did not want to release her holds so she chose to struggle against
Sara's attempts to escape. Sweat poured form both African battle queens the
room now echoed with their grunts, groaning squeals, moans and cursing in
at least four languages. Suddenly there was a "SNAP" Then Sylvia let out a
blood-curdling scream "AAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhh! Sara had fractured Sylvia's left
pinky finger. Sylvia still had the state of mind to hold on to her figure
four headlock albeit with less power.  Sara knew this and began to go to
work she did not release Sylvia's hand s but wretched the finger every
chance she got. Sara maneuvered herself into a squat then wedged her right
foot into the center of the lock this created a Karma Sutra like position
her head between Sylvia's thigh and her right thigh pressing against
Sylvia's locked legs, her left leg seeking leverage from the floor.

Sylvia screamed as she lost control of her primary hold Sara quickly took
the advantage converting her position into a thigh-lock pressing Sylvia's
head between her right thigh and calve then clamping on a Karma Sutra
crotch lock then bending Sylvia's back as far as it would go.


Sylvia was remarkable, though she was screaming bloody murder she would not
submit. Sara bent her backwards until the sweat from her glutei dripped
onto and mingled with the sweat on her head. Sara seeing how limber the
"big girl" was cleverly shifted the thigh lock from Sylvia 's head to her
neck Sylvia began to gag and foam at the mouth and in no time at all Sylvia
was out. Sara with tears in her eyes and smile on her face Sara raised both
hands in victory making a high pitch sound with her tongue rolling is
common in Africa and the Middle East.


She was a now a free woman and her family would be safe in America.



G-Man