OLYMPIC CHALLENGE

Finally! G-Man has come back to the Olympics!


1 Serena Williams Vs Marian Jones


   At the end of the last Olympics G-Man held a private party at the home
of his good friend Kenny "Baby Face" Edmonds while Face and his lovely wife
were out of town shopping for a new home. This party was for lady athletes
only (well except for the male strippers, waiters, and bodyguards. La Face
Records took care of the entertainment and the Sheraton Hotel took care of
the catering and drinks (no one would drive home alone they were all
chauffeured).

Almost every female athlete and or team was there: Cheryl Swoops, The US
4x4 100 relay team, Peekaboo Street, the Cuban Women's Volleyball team (one
of Deacon's favorites;) also Marion Jones and the Williams sisters just to
name a few.

Venus and Serena were for the most part good girls who were inexperienced
in should we say "the party life". With a strict Jehovah Witness upbringing
and an overbearing and very protective dad (we sneaked them out so he did
not know;-)

Even though they attended and enjoyed themselves without incident; well
almost.

"See what had happened was" their was this male escort who little Serena
seemed to have the "hots" for.He was tall with an afro-euro look; jet black
wavy hair and green eyes, very muscular and wearing nothing but a thong and
an ear ring. He also had some powers of persuasion in that he convinced
Serena to drink. Neither of the Williams girls had ever touched alcohol
outside of cough syrup in their lives until that evening so you can imagine
what young Serena was like after a few Long Island Ice Teas.

It was ok at first she was content to just dance with the young man mostly
hanging on him and grinding hard during slow jams. But then he caught the
eye of Ms. Marian Jones who though she was happily married (to another
woman's husband) she too was sufficiently tanked to want a little "taste of
beef" herself.


Marion tapped Serena on the shoulder vigorously, "xuse" me may I have this
next dance? Serena looked back at the multi-gold medalist smiling and said
"hell no! "Oh well excuse me again there [pic]B!%@#! You just gonna hog the
man 'forrr' your self (hick up)? Retorted Marion. Hell yes! Answered
Serena, then she turned away giggling almost uncontrollably and burying her
face into her dance partner's massive well chiseled chest. Marion tapped
her shoulder again in a rough pecking fashion. This greatly annoyed the
tipsy tennis Queen who promptly turned and slapped fire out of Marion.
"Smack!" Serena hit Marion so hard the whole room stopped what they were
doing to turn and see what happened. Marion was almost sober after the neck-
twisting blow she received. The room gave the universal reaction to such an
assault and insult: OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Marion gave the universal response,[pic]B!%@#! Then she leaped at Serena
knocking her and her young man down. By this time Venus was pulling them
apart and asking what was going on. Serena spoke first, "Sis I want this
[pic]B!%@#"     "Not as bad as I want you Hoe!" shouted Marion. Deacon and
Racer now assisted Venus in parting the two Amazons who were reaching and
gripping at each other like hungry refugees after a bowl of mush.


G-Man suddenly appears between them as if out of thin air and asked,"Ladies
is this something you can work out in a civilized manor or is combat in
order"? he said grinning demonically. "COMBAT"! They replied in chorus.
Venus protested siting that neither of them was in any condition to fight.
RacerX suggested they retire to the saunas then to bed and then do combat
at dawn, Venus still protested but both Serena and Marion agreed. The arena
was unique in that the audience and combatants were separated by soundproof
glass located above a pit area where the fighting would take place.


The party continued without the two sexy Olympians until sun up but it
seemed like an eternity for those who were anticipating what would surely
prove to be the fight of the century.


 Yes readers The Battle Clan had secured the match of all matches; two
Olympic champions, two Olympic beauties. Matchless in their speed, power,
and feminine muscularity. Aggressive, determined and competitive in every
way.

Now they have agreed to meet in a specially constructed arena in a special
match; one fall, no time limit, no referee, no holds barred (except
gauging, biting, scratching, vaginal attacks and spinal attacks). A win was
to be determined by knockout or an opponent's inability to answer the gong.
There would be no submission accepted if mercy were given it would be up to
the victor.

No weapons except fingerless gloves, no protective gear, wearing g-stings
and athletic shoes only.  Someone convinced them they would fair better if
they covered their bodies in baby Oil I wonder who? LOL!


There was only one way in to this arena and hence only one way out. Marion
entered first her peanut butter colored skin glistening, her unmatched
abdominals rippling as she breathed in anticipation of the match. Her small
perky breasts lay mounted atop her muscular chest with no sign of gravity
taking it's toll. The track and field all-star flexed and shook her quads
and glutei as if she was about to come out of the blocks.  Serena entered
in the middle of her opponents erotic exhibition stretching and spreading
her massive sensuous lats and back muscles

 which spanned like a mighty oak covered with shinny milk chocolate skin.
Serena suddenly broke into a straddle then converted into a split
displaying ultimate flexibility. As the cocoa hued Tennis goddess stretched
and bounced, her shapely glistening glutei challenged Marion's for
attention.

At the sight of these two mighty female warriors merely warming up the
small crowd roared as if their numbers were in the thousands.


The girls came to the center of the arena breathing hard and staring one
another down with arms elevated and outstretched in the traditional urban
fashion as if to say "what up B!%@#!" Yet they spoke not a word; each
wanted to get the jump buy reacting to the gong first.    "Bong!" The gong
sounded and they tore into each other peppering one another with other with
countless combinations of punches. With every blow each girl soliciting
grunt groans and even squeels from each other. The simultaneous action
brings the crowd to their feet. This mutual assault went on for an amazing
10-minute period without holding clenching or a rest to catch their breath;
a true testament to their conditioning. In fact they fought each other to
their knees and it was at that point they went into a clench (both bleeding
from the mouth and nose) and almost immediately into Anaconda holds. Arms
and legs tightly locked into a peanut butter and chocolate toned human
swirl they flexed, twisted and rolled around struggling for an advantage
over the other. Leaving sweat and blood smears of back, thigh and glutei
prints all over the floor of the venue.

Meanwhile, Venus was in a booth with the Battle Clan she arose to her feet
when the fight started and never sat down. Venus began to scream out
instruction to her little sister (who could not hear beyond the glass).

After a time the two earthen toned Amazons began to tire and just hold
until someone gained a second breath or got a new idea. Marion's maroon
form resting a top Serena's Hershey colored shape. Both women rythemically
breathing, their heaving abs almost synchronized and their lower halves
flexing and quivering on the down beat: it was a synphony of carnality
locked in the beauty of feminine battle. Finally Serena started to make a
move she released her headlock and started to drill Marion in the temple
area with her middle knuckle simutaneously she began to make a wedge
between Marion's thighs using her knee and foot. Marion was forced to
partialy release her headlock but quickly converted her scissor hold from
Serena's legs to her waist. Serena was relieved only for a moment because
the onslaught of a body scissors hold by the most powerful legs in the
world was not what she bargined for. Serena felt as if all her organs were
being squeezed into her rib cage. Serena had no choice but to cry out,
AAHHH! S#!%! Serena pressed her palms against Marion's chin forcing her
head back and hoping to gain some relief. Marion held fast to the punishing
hold only growling at Serena's attempts at escape. Serena's suddenly came
to a sitting postion and with brutal force plunged her fingers into
Marion's abs applying a double stomach claw closing her hands with fists
full of "six pack". It was now Marion's turn to scream and it was blood
curddling "AAAhwwoooha!" she immediately grabbed Serena's wrists seeking
some release from the pain. Marion also arched her back revealing the
striations in her uncommonly well-muscled earth toned glutei. At this point
the whole audience was at its feet as the sweat-drenched combatants tested
each other's resolve with pit bull like determination. Both women cried out
a war cry while increasing the pressure on the other. Serena rocked
backward so that she could position herself into a low squat this caused
Marion to squeal as she felt her intestines were being ripped out. Then
with a sudden burst of Amazonian strength Serena stood to her feet still
gripping Marion's abs with Marion still maintaining her punishing scissors
hold. Serena as suddenly as she erected her self came crashing downward to
her knees driving Marion to the floor impacting her tail bone first and
bearing down into her stomach with the same double claw hold. Marion's hold
was broken upon impact she was in a sitting positing her hands now holding
gently to Serena's massive back her cheek pressed against Serena's as if to
solicit some ease for the pain. With her tailbone damaged her abs literally
in Serena's cruel hands Marion sobbed like a whipped puppy. Serena paying
no attention to this wordless plea delivered a sharp head butt to Marion's
face then rolled into a partial matchbox pin still holding the double claw
but now ripping the muscles in opposite directions. Marion could not see
for her tears nor think for her pain and humiliation; a shooting pain from
her butt through her spine, her knees in her chest her stomach being
detached from her body. Serena in the superior position pressing her
genitalia against Marion's upturned and exposed genitals shouting "who's
your mama B!%@#! Who's your mama!?" She new the horror would not stop until
she said it, "you are Serena" Marion whimpered.

  In typical Williams fashion Serena could not just let her go, she had to
finish Marion as a warning to her and all who challenge her superiority,
she released the claw hold, let up off the match box then rolled Marion
over and clamped on a LOTUS LOCK. Cutting off Marion's air and blood flow
slowly and painfully Marion's snott, tears and blood hanging from her face,
her arms twitching as she made pitiful choking sounds. She finally passed
out, her whimpers going silent and her limp warrior's frame twitching
occasionally reassuring onlookers that she was still alive.

Once again Serena rolled Marion over this time on her back then she sat on
her face and raised her fists in victory. The crowd pressed against the
glass chanting Serena Serena Serena!


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