Fort Worth Fury I

A Fight Freedom


When anyone pulls his or herself up by the bootstraps so to speak, it’s always
admirable to me. What is regrettable is when evil individuals or "haters" as
the young people call them; try to pull one back down. This is the story of
three brave women who face that kind of situation head on and with fury.

The Triune Temp Agency was the brainchild of Ms. Nikki Cunningham who had 60%
ownership along with her best friends Dawnique Washington and Consuelo
Villareal. Nikki and Dawnique have been friends since the first grade and the
met Consuelo three years ago when they were looking for a BI-lingual partner
to join in there venture. Nikki and Dawnique grew up in Fort Worth Texas and
were introduced early to street life when their families move into the inner
city from the country. Both ladies were raised in church and were excellent
students in school but both had a decease that seem to past down from
generation to generation in their families; poor taste in men. All their bad
habits and neurotic behavior came from their boyfriends and this cause them
and their families unnecessary grief.

Rock bottom was the most apt description of Nikki’s involvement with her ex
J.C. who was into everything, everything bad that is. From dope to robbery to
prostitution he had his hand in it in the Dallas-Fort Worth area. His favorite
side hobby was his catfight club; now you my say that I’m one to talk being
the head of the Battle Clan but there is a difference between us that I will
soon make clear.

J.C.’s girls were mostly prostitutes and or crack heads and were coerced to
fight with little or no compensation. There are no rules except street rules
so it was no holds barred no medical attention in case of injury unless he
(J.C.) felt like it. Usually when a girl got hurt she was left naked and
bleeding unless some friends would take her to a hospital or home to care for
her. His bloodiest matches were the "lock matches" where each girl would use a
combination lock as a kind of brass knuckle to pummel the other. Worst of all
were the "rape matches" where the loser would be knocked out or incapacitated
then placed in a compromising hold by the victor then male spectators would
become participators by taking turns raping her. J.C. was truly scum and I for
one did not do business with him; well once but that is another story.

J.C. was a ruthless unforgiving gangster who was used to getting what he
wanted and never let a girl go without paying a price. As far as he was
concerned Nikki and Dawnique had not paid the price, especially Dawnique
because she was his girl. They were they best fighters in his organization;
Dawnique was known as the most resourceful and little Nikki as the most
ruthless. While they were with him they only refused him one thing and that
was to fight each other, they were like sisters and they were having it.
Though J.C. wanted to see them fight and though others would beg him to set it
up he respected their wishes one because they never lost and two Dawnique was
after all the mother of two of his favorite children. J.C. had ten kids all
girls except Dawniques two boys who the Chauvinistic J.C. was so proud of
hence Dawnique was the favorite "baby’s Mama" so to speak. Plus the fact that
she challenged and beat all of his other women into verbal submission to
ensure her place in his harem.

One drunken night in Vegas after she vanquished several opponents in a back
alley tourney they actually got married. He was so tickled that she had
maneuvered him into the marriage he never bothered to get it annulled. Now
though days were over Dawnique had a new life and was happy to be away from
him, she hid their kids in the country with her great aunt on her father’s
side, she got a divorce in the same stealth manner that she got married. One
night when they visited Mexico where she fought a fierce Latina prostitute
named Esmerelda in a "Mexican Snatch Match". Dawnique had to be hospitalized
and both Esmerelda’s careers as a fighter and a prostitute were ended that
night. The humiliating battle to place in a trash dumpster like the girls were
nothing. They were dressed in Mexican party dresses and heels only; they had
no padding and no undergarments. The object of the fight was for the
combatants to gain victory through submission and that by tearing at the
womanly parts of the other. Nikki was present that night J.C. made her watch
he called it a lesson, he heard that Nikki was going to night school at the
local community college and wanted to go into business. He knew that Dawnique
would follow so he sought to demoralize them both at every turn and this was
the ultimate humiliation. However after leaving the hospital that night Nikki
took her friend to get the divorce early the next morning while J.C. and his
boys were sleeping it off with prostitutes.

That was in the past they now lived in a new town worked in a legitimate
business, Nikki married her childhood sweetheart and Dawnique had a new man
that she was working on, O’l Deacon. Dawnique was also about to buy a house
and send for her kids who she lived for. Don’t get me wrong Dawnique was no
angel by any stretch of the imagination but in relationship to J.C. she was a
victim.

Friday was their favorite day; it was the end of the week, the beginning of
their party time and most of all it was payday. They walked to the garage
elevators from the gym facilities where they had just finished a half hour
workout the ladies got off on the third floor. The parking lot nearly empty
except for their vehicles and a few others, they were laughing, joking and
discussing their plans for the weekend when suddenly three vans surrounded
them blocking every exit. Out of the van stepped J.C. in all his
shinny-flip-flop-color-pimp-suit wearing glory. Now he was wearing a rather
nice looking black fedora with a small gray and black feather in it along with
a Rolex and some nice Bruno Moli Alligator walking shoes. Six goons two of
them with video cameras and three girls who were dressed to fighting apparel
accompanied J.C. The girls were conspicuously about the same height weight and
build as Dawnique, Nikki and Consuelo.

"What’s this all about J.C.?" demanded Dawnique.

"Business Baby business, you know me," said J.C. prancing around in his Huggy
Bear-like voice and manor.

"Ladies, ladies, ladiesÿ" said J.C. greeting them all

"Son of a ", snapped Nikki

"J.C. he found us" said Dawnique obviously shaken.

"Who is this f()@%ÿer?" asked Consuelo looking him up and down with disgust.

"Satan" said Dawnique with conviction.

"S#ÿ%ÿ He’s a muthaf()@%in’ Satan wanna be" retorted Nikki.

"What do you want J.C.?ÿ" snapped Dawnique.

"Only what’s mine Boo"

"And what do you think is your ?"

" Well ladies I’ve done the math and I figure you two left owning me a fight
and a half a piece and I’m just here to collect". He said smiling devilishly
from ear to ear."

"We don’t owe you s#ÿ%ÿ "

"Look J.C. we are no longer in the life we got a legitimate business and have
put all that old S#ÿ%ÿ out of our minds, so moveÿ"

"Sorry Boo no can do, see I calculate you two owe me about $39,000.00"

"How you figure?ÿ"

" Well a triple threat match would sell on the net for say, $39.00 and I could
get about 10,000 buyer so it would come to $39,000.00 give or take a few
bucks.

"If we refuse?"

"Well, then it would happen anyway"

"What if we call for security or the police we do have cell phones?".

"Well I thought of that and as you know I think of everything, the security
guard is watching TV undisturbed. O’l Boy has been instructed to tell the cops
it was a prank call. When they get here which would take about 20 minutes
anyway, it will be on anyway so we should just get it over with". So, who’s
first?" he asked smiling and rubbing his hands together while his cruel brown
eyes raced back and forth between them.

"Wait J.C. Consuelo ain’t got s#ÿ%ÿ to do with thisÿ"

"Yeah but she is down with you so it’s kinda’ guilt by association nah' wha'
I’m sayin’?" Besides I always wanted to know who was the badest the Spanish
catfighters or the Portuguese sexfighters, ha ha ha ha"

"I’m down ya’ll my girl besides that South American Ain’t got nothin’ comin"
volunteered Consuelo.

"You sure girl this ain’t your fight"

" I’m sure besides I hate this "sob" (in Spanish) already and I just met his
fake pimp @$$ÿ The other two chuckled.

J.C. just sucked his teeth then smiled and said, "That’s the spirit, hey I
like your girl "D" said J.C. sarcastically. Dawnique sucked her teeth rolled
her eyes frowned and gave him both middle fingers.

"Well enough of the small talk who goes first?"

Nikki pulled the other two girls into a huddle and said, "let me go first I’ve
seen these fight before and I can coach ya’ll"

But what if you lil' @$$ÿ Knocked out suggested Dawnique half chuckling.

Very funny Trick, when was the last time you heard of me loosin’ a fight?"

"Never" confessed Dawnique rolling her eyes.

"Well then" said Nikki cranking her neck and snapping her finger.

"There’s a first time for everything" suggested Consuelo in an innocent
girlish fashion.

"Shut up Consuelo" J.C. Bring the little Up to get her @$$ whooped"

"Only @$$ÿ Whoopin’ will be you lil' ugly " returned her opponent. Her name
was Tonya but J.C. called her Pepper. Rightly so because she sprinkled quick
yet punishing blows all over her opponents until they were well seasoned in
pain.

There was an argument among those who had seen both women fight, in the J.C.’s
fight organization; who was the fastest and who could absorb the most pain
Nikki or Pepper. The argument was about to be settled as the two mighty mites
approached each other on a level part of the garage floor.

Both girls had tight sensuous and sinewy feminine musculature much like the
body of Lauren Hill but both with much more cleavage, especially Pepper. The
male spectators had Jr. High gleams in their eyes as they anticipated a
cat-like battle between the little ones.

At a double clap of J.C.’s hands they went at it like two Mexican
bantamweights.

The spectators because of the fast forward speed of the girls’ execution
missed most of the brilliant combinations, slipping and turning techniques.
What was not seen was of no importance because the crisp sound of flesh and
bone popping let everyone know that the action was live and in living color as
blood sweat snot and tears flew with just about every blow. Not to disappoint
the male spectators there was sufficient clawing at one an others bosom and an
occasional clench rendering a mouth-watering peanut butter and chocolate helix
of feminine flesh.

Lovely faces contorting, heads snapping back and from side to side. Their
animal like groans and grunts ironically made the small crowd both wince
smile, scream and cheer. No quarter was asked and none given they stayed in
each other’s face until there was a clear victor. After 10 remarkable minutes
of trading punches Pepper dropped to one knee panting like a thirsty feline.
Nikki took no time for repose the small chocolate combat queen immediately
went to work. Nikki dug a hand full of Pepper’s reddish brown hair and pounded
her in the temple with the other fist highlighting her middle knuckle until.
Nikki continued her assault until there was no resistance; at the outset
Pepper was trying to fight back with hooks to Nikki’s taut and tiny torso but
to no avail. A large knot formed on the side of Pepper’s head and her left eye
was closed her amber colored body quaked and quivered as if she was cold, she
was on her way out.

J.C. frowned because he really wanted the "lil’ loud mouth" as he referred to
Nikki to be silenced. J.C. was especially angry because he believed Nikki to
be instrumental in getting Dawnique to leave him and he was right. Nikki
though she fought valiantly and undefeated in her class for J.C., Nikki hated
him. Her disdain for the street hustler was complete; she hated him with
everything in her little body for her own sake and the sake of her dearest
friend Dawnique and Nikki’s God babies.

After Pepper displayed no fight, only the twitching of her well developed arms
dangling, Nikki locked Peppers head between her thighs inverted her by the
waist and drop Pepper into a pile driver on the asphalt. Pepper was done, out
cold and in need of medical attention.

"OK Nikki that’s enoughÿ" J.C. barked.

"Oh no Ms. Nikki is not done yetÿ" returned Nikki sarcastically.

Nikki was having a ‘Ghetto street fight flashback’; she dragged her fallen foe
in a circle talking much trash. Dawnique and Consuelo were not much better
they were cheering Nikki on, " Walk her Nikki, drag that lil’ S#ÿ%ÿy @$$ÿ "

"Put her down Nikki, let her goÿ" Pleaded J.C. with a growl. Nikki paid no
attention she soon changed direction and went toward one of the vans opened
the side door, placed Pepper half in and half out in a reclining position
along the floor with one leg hanging to the ground then she rammed the door
into Pepper’s crotch area. Pepper woke up from her unconscious state screaming
bloody murder. "Aaaahÿ Aaahhhÿ My P()$$%ÿ My p()$$%ÿ" Ironically according to
J.C.'s own inhumane street fighting rules the winner could only stop the
fight. Luckily Nikki was finished and just turned and walked away from her
whimpering victim, she made her example for all to see. J.C. had little Pepper
rushed to the West Houston hospital’s emergency ward.

Now it was Consuelo’s turn

To be continued...

G-Man