The Python Vs. The Lioness 
by G-Man
TuWanda’s Karma


Certain events in our lives seem to be inevitable sometimes it not how hard we
try nor how much we try to avoid it’s just Karma. For those who believe in
Karma, it is sometimes good and sometimes bad. TuWanda’s Karma took a turn for
th e worst when she met Paul.

Paul was a software analyst for a major Fortune 500 company, 50 something
married father of two college aged children. His dark side was however the
most interesting thing about him and his spouse Sheila. Paul was a devotee of
female combat everything from to legitimate boxing wrestling and MMA to secret
fight clubs like the Battle Clan and even the darker organizations like SIMBA.
In fact it was at a SIMBA match where Paul and Sheila met; Sheila was fighting
as the Python. Sheila was called that for two reasons one because of her
tendency to use sleeper, smothering and scissor combinations as finishing
holds then he would bite her opponents after they were knocked out. Paul saw
her in action once and fell in deep lust which eventually turned to love.
Secondly she had an extraordinary piece of body art on her back; it was a
tattoo of a beautiful python strangling an ox to death in the Amazon river.

During the time of little Mary’s revenge when certain members of the Battle
Clan were snowed in at a ski resort, quite by chance Paul and TuWanda met.
Neither made it to the resort but had to take shelter at a near by cabin which
had neither supplies or firewood they were found almost a week later surviving
on snow and each other’s body heat. Both swear nothing happened but Sheila was
not buying it! So Sheila has been trying to get TuWanda in a match ever since
the little shut-in. Threatening phone calls, hate mail, junk email prank gifts
all in the form of challenges to fight until she finally sunk to terrifying
TuWanda’s 6 year old niece by cutting up her kitten and sending it to the
family in a box. TuWanda’s family just thought it was some cruelty form a sick
or some evil boys in the neighborhood but TuWanda knew better, "That f()@%ing
Sheila, she wants me now she has got me!" she said to her self upon hearing
the gruesome news. could not take it and accepted a Submission Style Cage
match with the SIMBA organization. No holds barred no time limit best four out
of seven submissions, G-Strings, bare breasts except for single tit blades and
single tit guards, fingertip claws on one hand and taped brass knuckles on the
other all strikes, kicks, claw holds, leg and arm locks allowed.

TuWanda took her best friend Isis with her to the match which took place in
the Carribean on an island owned by one of the sheiks who ran SIMBA.

In case that ugly b!%@#! kills my @$$! you can deliver my carcass my next of
kin"joked TuWanda.

"That’s not funny "Tu" that h@#! is crazy" said Isis annoyed at her
voluptuously muscled friend’s jesting.

"Don’t worry Isis", TuWanda said patting her little friends small hand "I am
just as crazy as she is especially after she did that sick s#!%! to little
Darla. That’s my heart and when you mess with my heart you mess with my
emotions!" TuWanda declared. "Trust me Isis if someone is gonna die it won’t
be me".

"I don’t know why y’all fight for them crazy Arabs anyway there is always the
BATTLE CLAN and that sexy Deacon Isis said snaking her body to a rhythm not
doubt both women felt at the mention of Deacon’s name.

"True, Deacon is sexy and the Battle Clan girls get better treatment and
benefits but since that news is out the SIMBA has upped the ante on the prizes
for fighting. Plus, I want blood sweat tears hair and skin from this b!%@#!"
explained TuWanda in a growl.

The time past quickly yet when they arrived everything was surreal like a
dream soon to become a nightmare.

The cage was smaller than TuWanda thought it would be, she was almost
claustrophobic just looking at it It was in the form of a bird cage the floor
was 6 feet in circumference and 10 feet high, cage it self was chain linked
laced with barbed wire. Two sliding vertical doors faced each other; "those
SIMBA guys are sick!".

Fight purses in SIMBA are determined by the betting and because the wagering
was so close it was a winner take all loser gets nothing match, A $5000.00
prize. The money was gravy neither woman really cared they only wanted to
taste each others blood. Hence without ceremony the enter the cage from
opposite doors simultaneously and ran to each other screaming and growling
like two pit bulls.

They locked mutual face claws on, their thumbs embedded inside their jaws ,
middle fingers digging in their ears and the other claw tips fingers locked
onto their lovely faces. Meanwhile with there opposite hands which had the
brass knuckles taped to them they pummeled each other furiously. In no time
blood flowed mingled with sweat, tears and spittle. Sheila aimed for the
forehead but TuWanda wisely aimed for the area just above her eyes so as to
blind her foe.

The brutality was something that Battle Clan audiences could not endure but
this SIMBA crowd was not disturbed, they only demanded more. Not willing to
relent or disappoint, the ladies obliged them with brutal intensity.

By sheer force of her greater weight Sheila pushed TuWanda backward until she
fell against the cage pressing TuWanda’s back against the sharp barbs which
ripped her flesh as she was toppled to a seated position. The crowd was on
their feet anticipating a quick match however TuWanda was not going out like
that for as Sheila moved to mount her she suddenly shrieked in pain raised to
the balls of her feet her sonsy musculus adductor brevis and glutei
contracting and all aquiver ‘sorry folks had a Boushie attack’ I mean her
shapely thighs and butt flexing and quivering. TuWanda had stealthily
delivered a swift Karma Sutra Spear with her pointed toes into Sheila’s
vulnerable vagina. Sheila fell over like a tree with TuWanda’s point foot
planet firmly in her vulva; Sheila began to convulse her eyes bulging and full
of tears her mouth wide open ans lips trembling.

Hatred for one another was so deep that neither regarded their personal safety
and would gladly sacrifice themselves to hurt the other severely.

Sheila began rolling her body violently like a trapped alligator until she was
free from the painful and decadent hold. Sheila scurried away from Tu Wanda on
one hand and her knees yelping like a wounded dog. Tu Wanda crawled after her
caught her then mounted her back biting her in the right trapezium, wrapping
her legs about Sheila’s waste in a figure four body lock and clawing her
mighty breasts. Sheila also felt Tu Wanda’s tit blade digging into her sweaty
back. Sheila sought relief by rolling about but Tu Wanda was affixed to her
bak like a lech drawing blood from the bite wound as well as driving her heel
into Sheila’s vulva.

Sheila did a somersault move pressing Tu Wanda against the barbed fence
snagging her voluptuous butt then back butted Tu Wanda in the nose until she
released her. A bit of blood trickled down TuWanda’s right nostril as they
both scrambled to their feet. Their might chest’s heaved glazed with sweat and
blood. Circling each other carefully both spent form the previous encounters
they sought opening to finish the other off.

Simultaneously they rushed toward each other locking front cross choke holds
then immediately twisting and wrenching showcasing their musculature as they
competed for superiority. Back and forth up down every which way but loose
they strained groaned and grunted. It seemed at first that Sheila toppled Tu
Wanda onto her back but it was Tu Wanda’s choice wanting to take Sheila into
the guard position, then immediately angling her body TuWanda started her leg
work contorting her self to lock her mighty thighs about Sheila’s head into a
figure four head lock Sheila’s legs stretched behind her while her head
belonged to Tu Wanda who began taunting her , "After I kill you b!%@#! For
what you did to my niece I’m going to f()@%! Your man in your bed wearing your
lingerie". Sheila’s response to this was a furious twist of her body to escape
but she could not, she then tried to bang her knees into Tu Wanda’s body but
to no avail. Her carotid arteries were constricted the blood supply to her
head was cut off and she began involuntary movement; sure signs of her demise.
Tu Wanda could feel the warm spittle between her thighs as she rode her like a
new pony Tu Wanda’s ample breasts now harden and protruding like guided
missiles. We could see Sheila’s bulging epigastium and her great rounded butt
humping the ground as if she was engaged in her last sex act. Finally no sound
no movement except Tu Wanda’s final squeezing flexing her sweat drenched butt
and thighs to make sure Sheila was out and she was her bodily fluids
testifying beneath her. Tu Wanda released her fallen opponent but she was not
finished and in a Simba match she did not have to be, she rolled Sheila over
and sat on her face locking her legs about Sheila’s head then began to gyrate
furiously until she reach decadent contentment; the evil Simba crowd found
this mutually satisfying as some wiped sweat from their brows and saliva from
their lips. TuWanda then stood up and grabbed deep into Sheila’s hair scraping
the scalp and began dragging her throughout the cage, she stopped and hoisted
the once mighty python on to her shoulders into a fireman’s carry position.
With surprising force TuWanda slammed Sheila onto the deck waking her up with
deep painful sounding coughs. Every vein in Sheila’s neck and head were
revealed by now her eyes blood shot and bulging and her fluid finished frame
convulsing violently. Rare cruelty was the only term I could come up with when
I thought of the pained Sheila was being awakened to. Tu Wanda began to circle
Sheila taunting her and scolding her for her actions, "Now what B1%@#! Now
what! You think someone is f()@%!ng you old man you harassed me half way
around the world and you terrorize innocent kids by killing small animals! You
the s#!%! super villains are made of!" Then she kicked her in the side lifting
her off the ground coughing. TuWanda knelt down beside her and whispered,
"Just trying to decide if I should let you go and knock yo sorry stank @$$1
out or ride the world of you and your smell." Suddenly with the swiftness of
the snake so perfectly illustrated down her back Sheila clamped a grapevine
hold wrapping her arms about Tu Wanda’s head and neck and her thighs around Tu
Wanda’s upper right thigh. Tu Wanda immediately sought escape but every time
she moved Sheila’s holds tightened suffocating her.

TuWanda sought relief from the crushing predicament by boosting herself in
pushup position the suddenly forcefully jamming her left knee into the hip of
her captor but to no avail Sheila only tightened again with every attempt to
break or escape the devastating hold. TuWanda opened her mouth wide gasping
for air and like her namesake "The Lioness" locked her mouth onto the carotid
artery surfaced in Sheila’s neck. Simultaneously she placed a claw hold with
her left hand on her head to secure her mouth lock and with her right hand a
claw hold at the base of Sheila’s left butt cheek, no doubt hoping to force
Sheila to release her lower hold.

Both women groaned deeply and squinted there teary eyes in determination and
pain as the increased their multiple locks. Rolling back and forth their
particular body art glistened in the light while the Python and Lioness seemed
to come to life in the struggle. During the course of the fight Sheila ended
up on the top yet this was a sure indicator of nothing because her mouth was
gapped open leaking blood mingle froth, at the same time we saw Tu Wanda’s
shapely brown leg taking on a lighter huh for loss of blood and could hear
something cracking in her neck and head areas. After ten minutes of punishing
each other they stopped moving except for their air hungry bulging stomachs,
suddenly Tu Wanda rolled Sheila off of her yet maintaining her hold on
Sheila’s neck, once on top on all fours Tu Wanda shook her fallen foe like a
victorious pit bull in mortal combat.

I was not sure whether or not Sheila was dead but this one thing I knew she
was in bad shape and had no more answer for Tu Wanda. It was settle The Python
and the Lioness met and the Queen of the jungle was victorious. Later we
learned that Sheila survived but she spent several weeks in the hospital using
a street assault as a cover story to her husband who was very loving and
attentive. Tu Wanda also spent several weeks convalescing at home.

Sheila reconciled with her husband, ceased her harassment and they never met
again. TuWanda felt Karma was kind to her this time around.

G-Man