Something Old Something New

The Bridal Battle


The time for Christi's wedding was drawing near almost everything was
ready; the guest list, guest seating in the wedding and at the reception.
Registries at Lord and Taylor's, Macy's and Target's, the decorations, the
minister, the license, the dresses, the tuxedos, the flowers everything!
Well almost everything; I'm the groom Bernard, and my beautiful bride
Christi was still upset because throughout all the preparations her maid of
honor Fatima, and her matron of honor Beverly, fought. They could not agree
on anything, colors, fabric, positions people would stand in, music;
imagine a shouting match in church over 'Luther or Eric Beneit it was
driving me crazy! So I know Christi was upset. Two weeks before the wedding
everything started to come to a head; Beverly and Fatima were barely
speaking to each other or Christi and my lovely bride was at her wit's end
not wanting to choose between them.


An idea then came to me; Christi knew both these girls through her life's
passion, sports; Beverly was her best friend since Jr. High. They did
everything together, they were called "the tomboy twins' they played
basketball, softball, ran track, they were the first girls to lift weights,
they even were the first girls on the wrestling team. In fact my Christi is
now the first female wrestling coach at Harrington High School, their
almamauter where she teaches math. Fatima was her protégé and best student
in math and wrestling, she called her the little sister she never had.


Fatima matched and surpassed records that Beverly and Christi set together;
her parents were from Nigeria they met in the states while in college where
they both were world-class athletes. The boys at school had a running joke;
they would comment on Fatima's amazing feats of strength and skill then
they would point to her flawless orb-like posterior and say," she got it
honest, it's in her jeans" It was obvious that there was some jealousy on
Beverly's part rolling her eyes every time Fatima's accomplishments were
mentioned.  There was even some on Fatima's.

 Fatima once said, "I wonder who would have come out on top if I was there
'back in the day'?"

Beverly frowned, sucked her teeth, rolled her eyes, shrugged and said under
her breath, "you would have got yo' lil African @$$ whooped."


The physical rivalry was not the only problem there was also the girl
thing; except

for my Christi these were to of the most stunningly beautiful women I had
ever seen and they knew it. So the vied for the attention of the men in the
wedding party which caused even greater tension between them.


Christi was in tears about this so I had to think of something and I did; a
contest. I proposed that the have a contest to settle who the best was;
they would have a foot race, a weight lifting match, a cardio match; they
would see who could keep up with Donna Richardson-Joyner's high impact tape
and an arm wrestling contest. The over all winner would have one day of
bragging rights and the loser would be silent throughout the rest of the
wedding days.

My wife thought it was a great idea except for one thing, " what if they
tie?" she inquired.

 "Then I get my secret wish", Boo. " And what pray tell is that?"She asked.
They wrestle for it in baby oil ha ha ha ha" I replied chuckling. She
slapped me in the back of the head and said, "pervert!"


The time came for the contest there was only the ladies, my video camera,
and I; I figured if they had a big audience things would get a little
crazy. It took place on my uncle's ranch, I made sure everyone else was
gone and that everything was set up. You would swear this was the Olympics
or something they both had their game faces on hell they did not even smile
at me.


The first event was the foot race; though Beverly gave a valiant effort the
younger girl over took and passed her for the win. Fatima was not sportsman-
like about it, " give it up grandma your day is over" she whispered in
Beverly's ear.

After a short break they were ready for the second event that was the
cardio workout with the Donna Richardson's advanced tape. At first they
were even but eventually the younger girl started to run out of gas and
then to misstep.

Beverly said smiling, "Dang! little girl can't keep up with grandma?"
Fatima rolled her eyes still huffing and puffing.


The next rest period they spent eye balling one another and if looks could
kill I swear I would be explaining a double homicide to the police; and
judging by they way they acted I swear if I did not know my baby better I
would think they were all lovers.


The next competition was weight lifting; it was to be a bench-pressing test
of strength, they started with 100lbs 3 sets of 10 reps and then 10 more
ponds were added. They got up to 250lbs and Beverly faltered; "don't feel
bad old girl you did better than anyone would expect". The last rest period
came, Beverly looked fatigued and worried, however Fatima looked refreshed
and ready to go. I was impressed with the both of them win, loose or draw;
Christi told me they were both the finest competitors she had ever known
but that was an understatement.


 Now came the last of the competitions, the arm wrestling; Fatima was hyped
and talking noise; "ready old girl, ready to face reality?" Beverly spoke
not a word they lay down flat, locked hands their eyes affixed on each
other; I gave the signal and the struggle began Fatima heaved and strained
but for some reason Beverly's momentum was prevailing. I was amazed and
then it came to me it arm wrestling was 10% strength and 90% technique and
Beverly had been national women's champ once; slowly but surely she pressed
the younger woman's hand to the floor. It was a draw! Now what? I was only
half joking with Christi about the wrestling; the baby oil part anyway.


"Well ladies it looks like you are even so do we want to call a truce?"

"NO!" they replied in unison stepping to each other nose to nose.

 "OK ladies there is a way to settle this but you two must swear never to
tell Christi" "What is that?" Asked Beverly.

 "A wrestling match"

"I was hoping you'd say that", Fatima said smiling.

"The rules?" asked Beverly calmly.

"One fall, no time limit, no wrestling holds barred, but no striking; no
fists, kicks, butts to the head or face, no elbows, no biting, scratching
or gauging although you can use claw holds remember girls you still have to
look good for the wedding. " A victory can only be gained by submission or
knockout."

They both nodded their heads in agreement. The singlete's they were wearing
were drenched with sweat and disappearing into the divides of their
loveliest features so they both shed them leaving only their sports bras
and g-strings; I turned my head and asked them if they would like me to get
their shorts. They declined, Fatima commenting with an evil grin, "lets
give him the best d@^^^ wedding present ever" they both broke into impish
laughter.


 They were the same height about 5'5 1/2, same weight 135lbs; Beverly was a
buttery caramel toned enchantress with straight silky indigo locks, her
arms curvaceous and firm, her shoulders unusually broad for her size yet
matching her womanly frame perfectly. Her back designed like a straight
young tree, her stomach sexy and muscular as if her 4 kids never existed;
her sweat varnished thighs and legs exhibiting every erotic striation while
her sumptuous perspiration coated glutei was flexing with confident
expectation.


Fatima was an immaculate indigo imbued seductress, with a Lauren Hill body
type; sleek, sensual, taut and powerful. Her exuberant breasts pert and
heaving with the expectancy of struggle would have inspired drool in a
lesser man but I maintained. Her picture perfect six pack flexed, marinated
with perspiration. Her athletic posterior and thighs tremor anxiously
exhibiting their unrivaled symmetrical preeminence.


I thought I was going to die with perverted delight having the opportunity
to observe this symphony of combative feminine flesh.  This was far better
than any bachelor party I could have hoped for! Well anyway the fight went
like this:


It was a little scary they actually ran at each other growling; their heads
collided as they clamped on mutual chokeholds. Blood was trickling down
both their lovely faces as a result of their head butts it mingled with
their briny physiques. At first they twisted each other creating chocolate
and caramel swirled contortions that left my heart racing. Beverly crashed
her butt into Fatima's hip, twisted her and slammed her to the floor.
Fatima keeping her wits about her and held on to her choke hold and carried
the cinnamon hued vixen with her. Fatima then wrapped her legs around
Beverly's upper torso and began to squeezing to which Beverly replied,
"Uuuuhhhh lil B!%@#!. Beverly then pushed forward with her legs pressing
the back of Fatima's head to the floor, pressing her pelvis against
Fatima's, relieving some of the pain inflicted by the scissors hold. This
maneuver wedged her head closer to Fatima's so she sneaked in an occasional
butt against Fatima's forehead while maintaining gravity assisted choke.
Fatima's poise was commendable during this part of the exchange many an
experienced fighter would have panicked. Fatima did not panic, she simply
inched her scissors hold upward on Beverly's body and with the sexy
suppleness of a contortionist she slipped a leg lock onto the top of
Beverly's head. Beverly responded by rocking to the side and slipping on an
abdominal figure four scissors of her own. I could hear indication of air
compression in their joints as frightful bone popping sounds came from them
while rolling in this ball of woe. They growled and exchanged curses as
they punished one another in this curiously erogenous orb.  Now they
grunted and moaned twisted, turning, thrusting with their puissant glutei
in what could only be described a transudation soaked Kama Sutra knot. This
position was so painful they could only hold so long before something gave;
neither would surrender so they seem to silently agree to release each
other. Both rushing to their feet, chests heavy, muscles twitching, sweat
pouring, eyes red, circling one another both knowing that the next
engagement would be the last for one of them. Their eyes locked, they again
simultaneously screamed and ran at each other resuming their front
chokeholds and more; it was inevitable that they employed their sensually
curvaceous and lithe legs into the fray. The leg clenching action was
extraordinary; it seemed that from their drenched pubic hair to their toes
the entangled amazons were immersed in bitter conflict. Glutei flexing,
shifting to and fro, perspiration glazed and aquiver; lost in the
intercourse of battle. They rolled across the room back and forth
tightening their holds causing each other to labor in breathing and vibrate
with the trauma of conflict.  I noticed gurgling sounds coming from them
both along with spittle, snott, and sweat, then those sounds subsided
little by little as their mid-sections displayed exaggerated epigastrium
that caused their sticky sensuous abs to touch creating a smacking noise
like gigantic lips kissing. Finally and all at once they ceased struggling,
their arms and legs relaxed; I hurried over to see who the victor was. When
I drew near to examine their war torn faces, to my surprise they were both
out cold, convulsing, and frothing at the mouth; it was a draw! I attended
to them both bringing them back to consciousness.


 The next day I had a 'sit down' with them and explained that since both
failed to win, what I said from now on would be the law. They were to
fulfill their duties without complaint or comment especially to Christi and
if they wanted to revisit one another in combat it would have to be after
the wedding. They agreed to my terms and demanded that they be able battle
again in the future; I agreed to oversee the next match, in fact I was
honored that they asked. They were the two most magnificent warriors that I
have ever known. The mutual disdain for each other seemed to be replaced by
a peculiar kind of admiration that allowed them to behave as ladies instead
of quarreling cats during the wedding.  This newfound peace made my bride
ecstatic!

"Who won Bernard?" "How did you get them to stop quarreling Boo?" Christi
asked.

"Easy Baby, I offered. "It was the naked oil wrestling ha ha ha ha!"

"Yea right, dream on Buddy, said Christi.


G-Man