Unevenly Matched

Tag Team Massacre

Never let it be said that the Battle Clan lacked guts or imagination
especially Ol' Deacon. Imagine this: a tag team match with bitter enemies
paired as partners. Who you might ask? Well try Dawnique and Lynette Vs.
Sylvia and Sara of the Simba Organization. A wild thought? Yes but wait
until you hear the details: Extreme submission, there must be two
submissions from either team in order for the other team to win, if a
knockout occurs then the match turns into a handicap match and the one
competitor must fight the other two. Each combatant will be supplied one
fingerless glove and one set of brass knuckles also a pair of 'Breast
Blades' for each team. Except for the aforementioned gear only Brazilian G-
strings are to be worn. The match was to take place in an outdoor pit
located somewhere in the Rain Forest of Brazil. Originally Deacon wanted
the match up to be Immensia and Bonita Bodyrock Vs. Sara and Sylvia (not
wanting to put his beloved Lynette in harm's way) but I thought to make it
more interesting we would make more evenly match rivals into partners to
see if the will to win and the love of money was greater than their petty
differences. Not to be out done Deacon took care to prepare his ladies; he
employed the services of Sheheeda to instruct the ladies in the art of
Breast Blade fighting and Alima to instruct them on the different African
styles of wrestling.  This was a $10,000.00 match, $1000.00 to each girl
for participation, $500.00 per submission or knock out and $4000.00 plus
royalties from recordings to the winning team. There was extensive betting
between the Clan and Simba but the girls were not in on that; well as James
Brown says, "This is a Man's World".
The only rules we could get the Simba group to agree to were no killing, no
spinal attacks and no eye gauging; (Deacon was sick) however this was a
coupe so we are starting to wear them down though ;-).
We arranged for the girl's fight to Sao Paulo to be three days prior to the
bout such that they might get over jet lag and become acclimated to the
climate. Considering their sorted past with each other they were
surprisingly civil. I guess the old saying; "money talks and that other
stuff walks" holds true.
It was decided that the two least experienced females would fight first;
that would be Sara and Lynette, both considered natural talents the match
up was greatly anticipated. After which if there was no tag out right away
the two veterans Dawnique and Sylvia would lock up, the betting on these
two started in the hundreds of thousands of dollars.   The humidity of the
Amazon jungle was grueling and would have been unbearable to Dawnique and
Lynette but the wise Ol' Deacon had them train outdoors in southern
Louisiana and the South Florida swamplands at an outdoor facility supplied
by RacerX. Despite their preparation all the girls were drenched with sweat
and anticipation. Dawnique whispered this to Lynette, "Look girl I know we
have had our differences and you think we have nothing in common but we are
more alike than you know. #1. We are both top competitors and hate to loose
and I know you do too #2. These African B!%@#!es don't think anything of
us, they call us S#!%! like "Agottah!" behind our back and to our face in
their own language." Agotah? Lynette questioned. "Yea, "cotton picker"
translated Dawnique. "They think their better than us and I don't no about
you but I ain't gonna get my @$$ whooped by no "Booty Scratcher!" Lynette
broke into loud uncontrolled laughter joined by Dawnique both women having
to cover their mouths to maintain some decorum. This was a good sign to
Deacon because though the girls displayed a diplomatic cooperation they
still lacked what any good tag team needed until that moment. Finally
Lynette and Dawnique had a moment and bonded.
Across the pit the opposing team had their own conversation in French;
Sylvia initiated this discourse to Sara wagging her fat finger in the
younger girls face, "Paraît petit fille nous ne peut pas permettre à 
détaché à  ces noir américain whores ou nous et nos familles sera disgraced.
Vous savez de même que moi qu'ils sont descendus de rien, pickers de coton!
Donc que est-ce que je propose suis que vous tout je vous dis de vous
passer du question." " Vous le nerf doit parler me suis dans ce fas-hion? A
besoin de je vous rappelle qui dans notre dernière réunion je vous
transmets la défaite? Sara répliquée. "Comment vous oser! Vous petit B!%@#!
Je suis votre aîné! Sylvia répondu. "Vous êtes rien me ne suis sauf un par-
dessus évalué, par-dessus la vache de poids! Vous venez de faire sûr ils
mettent't fait à  vous ce que j'ai fait à  vous!"
Translation:
"Look little girl we can not afford to loose to these black American whores
or we and our families will be disgraced. You know as well as I that they
are descended from nothing, cotton pickers! So what I propose is that you
do everything I tell you to do without question."  " You have the nerve to
speak to me in this fashion?! Need I remind you that in our last meeting I
hand you the defeat? Retorted Sara. "How dare you! You little B!%@#! I am
your elder! Replied Sylvia. "You are nothing to me except an over rated,
over weight cow! You just make sure they don't do to you what I did to
you!"
Then Sara turned away from her. Lynette nudged Dawnique and said "I don't
know what they were saying but it looks like trouble in paradise". They
both smiled at the thought of disharmony in their opponent's camp.
Time was winding up the moment of truth was approaching there were
bleachers circumfuse the little outdoor arena creating a primitive but well
lit amphitheater that sat a small crowd of 50 which was almost at capacity.
 The audience was primarily comprised of Battle Clan and Simba higher-ups
and their unlikely assortment of special guests: Mr. Boniduchy, Mr.
Gobanifar, Ms. Rice, Mrs. Jordan just to name a few.
Preparation for this match was event in the superior physical appearance of
the combatants: Dawnique's exotic maroon hue was captivating and befitting
the Brazilian backdrop engulfing the whole scene. Sinewy details of her
sensual figure was peerless to say the least; faultless rhombus shaped
calves stabilizing her curvaceous yet robust thighs, which were attached to
a sleek vermilion, unblemished, and thoroughly muscular posterior. Not to
be ignored Dawnique's 22 inch abdominal eight-pack was worthy of being a
text book example. A V-shaped back, smooth but broad shoulders accompanied
all of this with mango shaped mammary sweat glistened in the light of the
setting South American sun.
Lynette's classic African form though different complimented her partner's,
a hour glass figure decorated with broad shoulders, bounteous gravity
defying breasts adorned with glistening blades encircling her jaunty dark
chocolate nipples. Cascading abdominals harmonized nicely into her
delicious cinnamon toned hips and ample, arousing and Junoesque. The slight
bow in her gracefully symmetrical legs and calves drew much attention from
the crowd as well.
Finally the gong sound summoning Lynette and Sara to the center of the pit;
they cautiously circling one another searching for weakness but there was
none. Hence they both were resolved to lock and see who was the superior
warrior; they engaged in mutual half headlock half-facial claw holds.
Mammary pendulant warring piercing the others, not deeply but viciously.
Their sweaty lower halves assisting in the struggle; hearty legs fixed in
back stances, exquisite copious thighs tensing with striated activity,
their vigorous spherical rumps rotating in rhythmic fury while their
massive calves flexed into quadrilateral form.  It is said that full
contact combat dispels all falsehood and pretense; it did for these two
combatants. Sara was told all her life that black Americans were weak, lazy
and had no resolve she learned quickly that it was not true at least not
about Lynette.
Opposite stereotypes were relayed to Lynette she was told that Africans
physical strength was almost super-human and that an American would not
stand a chance in a fair fight. Lynette found Sara to be formidable but no
more dominate that Dawnique. Lynette knew that she needed an advantage
before Sara could make her move so she applied an exotic technique she
learned for Sheheeda called the "The Blades of Nightfall" Lynette locked
her breast blades on to Sara's blades in a downward motion then cart
wheeled herself twisting their nipples and because of the positioning of
the blades sunk into Sara's supple breasts causing excruciating pain as
well as creating twin crimson streams that were forming small puddles
below. Lynette rested her thighs on Sara's shoulders pretzling her legs and
cinching Sara's face into her womanhood and smothering sexy thighs, then
she dug her hands into Sara's sinewy outer abdominal wall. Only the elder
members of Simba and G-Man had seen this maneuver before but the sight of
it brought them to their feet because it was performed flawlessly by a
westerner. G-Man was much pleased and gave Deacon a very rare smile and a
wink.
Sara's was in deep physical distress evidenced by her desperate attempts at
an anal claw hold but to no avail for Lynette's powerful buttocks were
sealed shut. We would have heard Sara screams but she was completely
engulfed in Lynette's sexy suffocating flesh. Sara started to shutter body
part by body part until she fell to her knees then to her side then she was
out. Lynette had done it she eliminated and successfully crippled a member
of the other team. Lynette released her unconscious foe to quivering
convulsions. Sylvia was cursing in three languages and refused to assist
her fallen partner so Lynette and Dawnique very gingerly carried her to the
medical staff.
After this it was Dawnique and Sylvia's turn; it became obvious that they
had great contempt for one another, Dawnique because of Sylvia's disloyalty
to her teammate and Sylvia because she simply hated all American blacks.
At the sound of the gong the battle queens ran directly at each other once
they were within three feet of one another Sylvia scrapped the ground with
her foot kicking up dirt into Dawnique's eyes halting her momentum as she
wiped her eyes trying to regain her sight. Meanwhile Sylvia delivered a
devastating body check knocking Dawnique backward through the air then to
the ground. Sylvia became air born hoisting her thick ebony frame through
the air flipping and landing on Dawnique's head butt first. Sylvia quickly
clamped on a figure four headlock then converted it into Brave's bow
thighlock. Sylvia wasted no time hooking the red vixen's inner thigh then
ripping at Dawnique's womanhood leaving Dawnique blinded bent and battered,
Sylvia's speed power and agility left the crowd awe stricken and thrilled.
By this time Lynette was screaming out encouragement to her contorted and
beaten partner. "Hang in their "D"! You can beat this B!%@#!  Sylvia's
greatest down fall was that she was impatient; a submission or a knock
needed to come quickly or she grew weary of the hold no matter how
effective. Little did she know Dawnique was about to submit before passing
out so as not to leave her less experienced partner in the hands of such a
formidable adversary.  Frustrated Sylvia released the red vixen then
grabbed her by the ears raising her to her feet screaming then delivered a
head snapping butt to the nose splattering blood in all directions.
Dawnique just dropped to her knees blood running down her face in the form
of a go-tee then dripping off her chin, her chest heaving sporadically in
hyper-vinhilation, stomach muscles contracting arms dangling with no signs
of energy. In cruelty Sylvia spat in Dawnique's face and kick her in the
chest knocking her backwards knees bent underneath, her battle hard mammary
erect and pointed to the dark Brazilian ski. Sylvia in a foolish display of
pride and conceit circled the fallen she-warrior gloating in pontificating
of her superior prowess over all "American B!%@#es!"   Not only did this
give Dawnique a chance to catch her breath it pissed her off to think,
"This booty scrathin' B!%@#! Gonna spit in my face and brag about whoopin'
my @$$!? Oh H#!! No! Dawnique eye blood red (only few of us knew what that
meant) moved her knees from underneath her body coiled then back toward her
and like a gymnast kick to a standing position then immediately became
airborne in a flying side kick to the west African girl's temple. Dawnique
then rolled away and ran to tag her partner, "Lynette keep the B!%@#! Over
here you can beat her and I can show you how." "OK " replied Lynette
awaiting instructions. "Her ego is out of control, insult her and make her
come to you" Lynette turned to face her stocky opponent then cried out,"
come you big black greasy booty scratchin' gorilla show me what you got!
Sylvia cursed and charged her; Dawnique gave Lynette instructions, "Stay
here don't move till I tell you be ready to side step her and kick her in
the side of the neck and the ribs if possible. "Aight "said Lynette her
eyes fixed on the fast approaching warrior; Sylvia's perfect white teeth
were showing, her nostrils in full flare, her mammary jostling like a two
great soccer balls and her massive arms flexing for battle once she was
about three feet away she tried the same dirt kicking trick she used
against Dawnique but to no avail by this time Lynette was airborne
improvising on Dawnique's brilliant instruction.  Lynette delivered a
flying jump sidekick to the big girl's already assaulted temple as she
passed by. Sylvia's whole body spun the she crashed headlong into the pit
wall.
"Lotus Lock! Lotus Lock!" Screamed Dawnique. Without delay Lynette dragged
Sylvia by her mangled lock to a sitting position then mounted her with the
Lotus Lock which caused Sylvia to emit the first feminine sounds coming
from her in the entire ordeal, "Eeeeeaauhh! Lynette braced herself by
digging deeply into Sylvia triceps while baring down on her neck with her
legs and tiring her with the rest of her weight. Sylvia's head moved to the
ground inch by inch as she lost strength drawing closer to the small pool
of tears snott and spittle created bellow her. Rolls of her fat were now
bulging from her sides her breath labor and periodically blowing gusts of
dirt visible to al in attendance. "Don't let her go stay on the B!%@#! Stay
on her Lynette!" encouraged Dawnique.  Lynette did as she was told and it
paid off, Sylvia began to mutter something in French, "I surrender!  I
surrender! While tapping out with her hands simultaneously then she passed
out. Lynette released her slowly then staggered over to her partner hugging
her tight and confessing," I could not have done it without you. The crowd
was going wild for one reason or another, the Battle Clan won a major
defeat that day and Deacon's problem was being solved if he would receive
it.

G-Man