Tutuila/Ashanti Tango by Gman Samoa Vs Ashanti "From the jungles of Samoa! 'Neath the mount of Krackatoa! Comes a creature; neither woman nor beast! But an aberration LELA! Seeking no fame, no fortune, no title but the heart of her victims. LELA THE UNDEFEATABLE! ALIMA, ASHANTI, Striking fear into the hearts of foe and allies alike! ASHANTI tall imposing, dynamic in battle. ASHANTI unparalleled warrior of old! ASHANTI defeating every foe! ALIMA THE ASHANTI WARRIOR QUEEN! It is believed by some that the greatest wrestlers in the world come from two places Samoa around the region of the Tutuila and Ghana in the land of the Ashanti. The Battle Clan found two undefeated women wrestlers from these remote parts of the globe to settle the issue. This was to be a "pure wrestling" match; no head strikes except butts, no kicks except pressure and push kicks, no eye gauging, no breast strikes and no vaginal attacks. Only slams, squeezes, claw holds, joint locks, chokes, tripping and tossing. One fall, submission or knockout with no time limit. Lela was 5'11" 250lbs; amber toned Polynesian delight yet built like a middle linebacker with a wide back and size 44 triple D breasts. Her hair was jet-black wavy and when let down wen to her large muscular glutei. Lela's thighs were like tree trunks and her diamond shaped calves muscles were mined and polished. Her arms were like that of a black smith and her general built was muscle glazed with smooth sexy fat. Alima was an earthen brown goddess; she had the face of a child, long fine black braids, she was 185lbs, 6'1" in her bare feat. Alima possessed the general build of a robust runway model, broad shoulders, long sinewy arms, and ample perky breasts. Striking and sturdy abs that would be the envy of any bodybuilder, lengthy athletic legs and her large almost masculine hands and feet were made for action. They dawned black padded low cut sports bras and short white loincloths that covered only the essentials otherwise their magnificent forms were on full display. The gong sounded and the jungle bred Amazons rushed to collide; the initial encounter was a collar and elbow tie up. Usually this was the most boring of holds but their flexing muscles like that of two embattled pythons with their foreheads pressing against one another brought the capacity crowd and the over flow crowds in the remote closed circuit TV rooms to their feet. After testing each other's strength for about five minutes they simultaneously applied head and crotch locks to attempt power slams. Alima usually power out of such a hold because of her strength and height but the might arm of the Samoan battle queen was inescapable. Likewise Lela was held under Alima's arm grip and could not get away; so with their heads affixed to each others sides and their opposite hands gripping the other's lower glutei the struggled for supremacy. Grunting, moaning, straining and sweating they searched for the advantage and it seemed none would come for either female gladiator until Alima lost her grip because of the excessive perspiration on Lela's mighty butt check. Lela immediately hoisted Alima over and body slammed her then mounted her with a full headlock; Alima applied the guard to protect her inferior position she locked Lela's left leg and placed a mutual headlock on her. Lela squeezed Alima's head until she caused her to cry out in her Ashanti tongue; though in pain she had never known before Alima kept her wits about her and held her leg lock also she continue her headlock. The headlock was not vice-like as Lela's but she applied pressure by pushing her knuckles into the base of Lela's skull. Their brawny legs were locked tightly creating a glistening butter scotch and coca swirl. Alima's breasts were covered by Lela's massive mammary yet she would periodically use them to war against Lela's breasts as she bridged repeatedly to gain her freedom. Lela was determined to keep Alima down and under her control; Alima's long powerful legs enabled her do to something the few could do to Lela and that was to roll her to the side. Lela in a half panic released her hold and scrambled to her feet; Alima scurried to her feet also. Lela crashing into Alima with her torso applied a gruesome bear hug. Alima responded by placing her feet in a back stance for stability and thrusting the heels of her palms under either sides of Lela's jaw and clamping on a face claw which bent her head back inflicting unheard of pressure on Lela's neck. The sounds they made were low, guttural and prime evil, their faces strained, and perspiration filled vein stressed, their muscles flexing displaying the magnificence of their feminine power. No quarter was given and no quarter was asked; suddenly, remarkably almost simultaneously something popped in both their backs, "CRAK! CRACK!" the audience gasped and the two mighty she-warriors clasped fall9ing to the ground Both groaning and twitching uncontrollably. It was never seen before neither combatant could claim victory. It was a draw!