Tracee Ellis Ross Vs Kitt (The Wild Party) Shapiro

Booshie Beat Down


There are some women who would never fight for any reason and others who
will do battle for 'whatever'. Two such women were Tracee Ellis Ross and
Kitt Shapiro. Tracee was the daughter of Ms. Diana Ross and Kitt was the
daughter of Ms. Ertha Kitt. Tracee heard about the benefit battles and
offered some money but she expressed her disdain for the whole industry and
how degrading it was to women. Kitt on the other hand found the whole idea
of a secret girls fight club intriguing. No wonder they called her "The
Wild Party" which is tattooed to her right arm. G-Man was a student of
human nature as were all the members of the Battle Clan; so he sent Tracee
pictures of starving children, injured children after bombing raids and
refugee orphans traveling across the barren Afghan terrain. G-Man made his
own documentary about the atrocities committed by war lords and soldiers
against women and children and about the Battle Clan's relief efforts. He
also promised that he would personally triple the amount won from the bets
placed on her fight with Kitt and that all proceeds would go to the relief
efforts. Tracee reluctantly acquiesced and consented to the fight G-Man
sent Fch to be her personal trainer and sent Olga the Greek Sensation to be
her training partner. Kitt was already training and said she did not need
any help to whip Tracee's @$$!'. Tracee heard about what Kitt said but she
just shrugged and said, "that was ignorance plain and simple".

Kitt is a stunning BI-racial beauty sun colored skin, natural honeyblonde
hair, green eyes and she was built like a "brick s#!% house" (36-24-36) as
the 'old heads' say. Kitt was almost faultlessly symmetrical her limbs and
torso in unbroken aesthetic agreement. Terminology like goddess was an
understatement when speaking of her.

Tracee's beauty was of an ancient class; like that of the Egyptian
aristocracy after the overture of the Ptolemys into the gene pool.  Her
skin of golden hue, her eye bulging with anticipation of life, her nose
straight and tapered, her neck swan-like, her limbs attenuated, taut, lean
and sinewy, her bountiful glutei sitting exalted atop her thighs,
unashamedly African.   Tracee is a rare and coveted beauty indeed.  Both
women inherited traits from the esteemed mother's that no doubt influenced
the Louisiana rap artist Juvenile to write "she get it from her mama".

The time came; Tracee stipulated several conditions; that there would be no
live audience except the Battle Clan and the combatant's seconds. That one
the video tapes her name was not to be mentioned and her face was to be
shrouded (yea right).  The contract was signed in a foreign country (women
a sucker for island resorts;-) hence it was invalid in the USA; gee ain't
we stinkers?;-)

Well the was no live audience.


They met on a mat in a "secret undisclosed location"; just a large room
with two entrances, four walls and large mat that covered it from corner to
corner. Kitt was simply dress; a padded sports bra, wrapped hands and a
thong. Tracee was appalled but maintained her composure; she was dress in a
padded sports bra, and black biker's shorts.  They came to the middle of
the mat awaiting the gong; Tracee broke silence, "I just wanted you to no
that there are no ha."CRAK!"  Kitt hit Tracee dead in the mouth mid
sentence and knocked her on her butt! Tracee was dazed, confused big liped
and bloody; the "wild party" had begun. Kitt straddled Tracee who was
sitting up; nestled Tracee's head between her thighs then went to work
pounding Tracee in the head.  Tracee's only response was to holler and
squeal. Tracee had never known such brutality but Kitt was happy to
introduce it to her. Tracee had wisely tied her hair back for the conflict
but Kitt reached into the middle and grabbed a clump raising her to her
feet then scooping her up by the hair and crotch delivering a gruesome
power slam, "wham!" Even the thickness of the mat could not cushion the
impact; as she connected with the mat Tracee's forced exhale included a an
"Oh god!" Kitt cruelly taunted her "don't know who you are serving these
days Honey but I thought I saw him leaving with Elvis ha ha ha ". She
continued the abuse by kicking Tracee repeatedly and stomping her in the
head occasionally. Tracce's already protruding eyes were now about to pop
out of her head it seemed. No doubt she was wondering how she got her self
into this and how long before she would pass out. Kitt slammed her again
the sat on her slapping Tracee at will; she then dismounted and placed a
headlock on Tracee and increased the pressure. Tracee finally realized that
receiving mercy was night in her immediate future and if she was to be
liberated from this serious @$$ whoopin' she would have to do it herself.
Tracee with remarkable suppleness wrapped her long sinewy legs around
Kitt's head into a figure four which she secured by grasping her own left
ankle. Kitt realizing she was in a fight now held tight to headlock; these
holds created Kama Sutra like lock that resembled a feminine pretzel.
Tracee was now growling and snorting as she exercised pressure; Kitt ceased
to talk and laugh and was grunting every time Tracee would compress her
head.

Tracee initiated a fingerlock seeking to loose herself from Kitts hold;
Kitt was growing fatigued, her fingers becoming colorless. Tracee started
arching her back which forced her golden opponent backward and Kitt's
counter lock to pry loose.    Tracee hurried to modify her hold into a
thigh lock bending Kitt's back until her toes touched the mat. Tracee's
artery blocking hold cause a hideous choking sound to come from Kitt's
froth filled mouth, simultaneously an ungodly pain traveled down Kitt's
spine, which solicited convulsing. Kitt was going out and Tracee knew it
remarkably the knowledge that another woman's consciousness was in her hand
s did not bother her. What's more she felt something transferred from what
could only be her mother's project genes. A ruthless cruelty shifting her
arms from Kitt's waist to interlocking her thighs and grabbing her butt
cheeks she applied the Ugandan Cheek Tare.  Kitt loosing consciousness was
inevitable but now she would do so in agony; three long minutes past then
it was over. Tracee put an end to "The Wild Party".