Lisa Raye's Biggest Hit List

Revenge of the Butterscotch Bombshell

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First up is former "View" co-host Jones, who raised McCoy's ire by supposedly
supporting Misick after the divorce. "Lisa Raye hosted Star at her home in the
Turks & Caicos for three weeks when Star was going through her divorce from Al
Reynolds," says a source close to the TV One series. "When the tables turned
and McCoy's marriage ended, Star was helping Lisa Raye's husband."


That allegedly included counseling Misick and even recommending her personal
damage-control publicist to aid him during the messy split.

McCoy says she was also double-crossed by former best friend Fox, who
allegedly shared McCoy's most intimate secrets with Misick. "Lisa Raye hasn't
spoken to Vivica since," said the source.

The list doesn't stop there - in fact, it gets worse. McCoy also counts "106 &
Park" host Rosci as an enemy, accusing the BET star of having an illicit
affair with Misick. Even McCoy's former TV hubby on "All of Us" have fallen
out of favor - McCoy claims actor Duane Martin provided a mistress for her
then-husband in an effort to do business on Turks & Caicos.

"Lisa Raye intends to use her show as an outlet to air it all," says the
source. "She's been quiet until now, but when she starts sharing these
stories, it'll make 'The Real Housewives of Atlanta' look like a gathering of
church ladies."

Needles to say I received a phone call from the beautiful Ms. Raye asking for
a match against each of her offenders:

"Don't you remember I told you I love you Babehhhhh" I love that ring tone ,
I've assigned it to every female that got away and who are "so" fine that I
would repeatedly humiliate myself in trying to "tap that".

"Hello?"

"Look Deacon, I don't have time for your small talk, this is Lisa Raye and I
want those b!%@#!es . I don't care when, where or how just put me in an
enclosed area with each one and give me at least 15 minutes to make them pay!"

OK Ms. Raye , and good evening to you too. I heard about your disputes and I
expected your call and anticipated your request so I was proactive. Star will
not meet you under any circumstances but she does take a steam bath twice a
week at a private club. I can detain the staff for fifteen minutes exactly
during which time she will be yours in what I would like to call a "Sweet
Sticky Thing Match".

"Yeah right Ole Nasty, how much?" She snapped.

"Madam you cut me to the quick, I would never ask for money especially when
you honor is at stake."

"What do want Deacon?"

"Only the rights to the recording", I said smiling

"Whatever, and the other two b!%@#es?!"

"Well, Rocsi says "you have to bring some to get some" and she will meet you
at the BET studios of 106 & Park

for an "Extreme Boxing Match( One round, no time limit, no ref, all hand, head
and elbow strikes allowed and when someone goes down It's no holds barred
grappling; attire will be G-strings and Scorpion gloves. The winner must beat
a submission out of the loser ..on camera and the highlights of the battle
will be revealed on her show."

This one I call the "106 & Park my foot Up Yo' @$$! Match". "Funny Deacon real
funny"

"Remember Lisa, she is a real boxer"

"That opportunistic B!%@#! Ain't no body worried about that s#!%! Deacon.
Trust and know, this Chi-Town B!%@#! Is bringin' some and getting' some in
other words I can take a punch and give one and that boney @$$! B!%@#! can't
hold the weight!

"Vivica?" she asked as if 'nuff was said'

Well Ms. Fox said anytime anywhere she will meet you in a; these are her words
not mine, "No Holds Barred Triple Crack B!%@#! Fight."

"What the fuahh.."

"She wants a street brawl with few rules"

"and those few rules are?"

"Got a pen?"

"Funny old man just give them to me"

"Extreme catfight, no weapons other than what you are wearing (Attire will be
Dom apparel complete with boosters, G-strings and six inch heels.) No ref, no
time limit. To be declared the winner one must force a verbal submission from
her opponent, crack some part of her face , her back and her pelvic bone and
then put her to sleep by strike or sleeper". "Good for me , I wanna do all
that S#!%! to that treacherous H@#! anyway! "

"Vivica said that when you lose she will sit down and give you a taste of what
The Prime Minister got."

Oooo! I'm gonna' peel all the plastic off that fake-@ZZ Black Barbie!

"Sweetness I think it would behoove you carefully select the order in which
you fight these ladies"I suggested.

"I know it won't do any good to tell you to mind your own business so give me
your suggestions?"

Never underestimate fear; Star is the most afraid of you so she may be the
most dangerous when cornered. As far as Star will be concerned this will be a
life and death struggle.

"Don't let the good looks fool ya' " This a quote from your girl Laila Ali.
Rocsi may be small and may run her mouth but she is a skilled boxer and
extremely fast so my advice is the strike first strike hard and strike
continuously.

"And Vivca?" She inquired.

"You must break her spirit in order to win" Lisa you can injure Vivica
seriously and she will come back on you and pull your tongue out of your head
as the Texas girls say. First you must beat her 'toe to toe' , make her
"respect yo' gangsta"so to speak. Then you must style on her; show her moves,
holds and maneuvers that she has never seen before. Finally as you break her
body down you must whisper in her ear to break her spirit; this has to be
simultaneous."

"That all makes since , thanks Deacon I appreciate the advice ... but keep in
mind you still and getting none 'Ole Stinky' " and then she burst into hearty
uncontrolled ghetto laughter complete I'm sure with requisite tongue hanging.
out.

In other conversations I prevailed upon her to let me enhance her training and
once I convinced her that I was not just trying to get in her pants she
agreed.

I employed champion Ann Wolfe as her boxing coach, Brazilian grappling queen
Rosangela Zanza and international MMA Champion Cindy Cyborg for general @$$!
Whoopin' training. The workout was so grueling I thought she might quit but
Lisa was a trooper; I could tell when she was exhausted she would think of
their disrespect and lack of loyalty and get her second third and fourth wind.
All of her trainers where greatly impress and surprised especially Anne Wolfe
who teased Lisa at first by calling her First Lady which cause the other
trainers to call her that as well. However when they saw her dedication and
determination to the A$$! Whoop Nation (sorry I have been channeling Jessie
Jackson lately); well they called her First Lady with respect.

The Falling Star

Finally, the time had come, the place was the Houstonian Hotel's Trellis the
Spa which is equipped with 17,000-square-foot spa houses21 treatment rooms
including12 rooms for body treatments, seven facial rooms, and one tanning
room, one couples room (including two treatment tables, couples shower and
tub). There also are seven hair styling stations, seven manicure and four
pedicure stations, luxurious locker rooms with Jacuzzi and steam room which I
secured for one hour in case Lisa "made a mess of things"

We fabricated a contest that Star was the Grand Prize winner of. Star was in
town only for a weekend to take care of some business and though she had a
home in Houston (her home town) the idea of being pampered at a Five Star
hotel appealed to her (no pun intended).

Star flew in on Thursday night, had a meeting with business associates in an
11:30 brunch on Friday, met with her lawyers that afternoon then met with
family and friends late Friday and early Saturday.

These excursions included flying in her sister Sheila in for a shopping spree
at The Galleria Mall on Westheimer and then counseling time with her pastor
Dr. Kirby John Caldwell.

However Saturday evening was reserved for "Star Time" at Trellis the Spa for a
fifty minute Aromatherapy Massage a traditional Swedish Massage using one of
four unique blends rich in essential Arabian oils and aromatic extracts. Lisa
will enter the room after Star who will be face down in the cushioned face
cradle of the massage table. Normally I would not have agree to an ambush of
any kind but when I considered what Star had done ( "View" co-host Jones, who
raised McCoy's ire by supposedly supporting Misick after the divorce. "Lisa
Raye hosted Star at her home in the Turks & Caicos for three weeks when Star
was going through her divorce from Al Reynolds," says a source close to the TV
One series. "When the tables turned and McCoy's marriage ended, Star was
helping Lisa Raye's husband."

That allegedly included counseling Misick and even recommending her personal
damage-control publicist to aid him during the messy split"). So I figured
she needed her @$$! Whooped and I set it up.

Stars head was wrapped with a white terry cloth towel she was face down, bare
backed with another towel lying gently across her ample hind quarters. Lisa
massaged the Arabian oil into star's back and whispered " Did Madam find
everything to her satisfaction?

"Mmmm yes it has been perfect ... "

"Good everything Madam deserves" ... right about now b!%@#!" Shouted Lisa at
she yanked and spun Star by the hair and wrap onto the expensive tile floor
creating a horrific spanking sound. Lisa wasted no time and began rapid
punches to stars head. Star screamed; "help help somebody help me I being
attached!"

"Shut up little b!%@#! Can't no body hear you so take yo' lil @$$! Whoopin or
fight back!"

If Star was anything she was a quick study realizing that a larger girl was
over her and pummeling her. Star quickly employed a move she saw in a foreign
film then re-signified by naming it after herself the "Rising Star Coochie
Jab" which caused her golden assailant to rise to the balls of her feet and
converting her sexy contralto into a note that would make the late Minnie
Julia Riperton envious. Star wasted no time with temporary victories; she
quickly tackled Lisa, parked the blade of her foot under Lisa's chin cutting
off her air, and sunk her teeth into Lisa's left oblique initiating savage
pain. Lisa contorted her lower torso and simultaneously repositioned and
tautened her copious succulent golden thighs blocking Star's attempted V-claw.
Consequently Star was only able to clasp the teeming ebon tress of Lisa's
lower labia (Because of her public personal ordeals Lisa was not before the
camera during that time and had not attended to herself as she usually did
with shavings and Brazilian waxes hence Star had an easy target). No matter
the physical alarm a muti-hold has on an opponent is almost invaluable and
served the smaller woman well.

Though her body was in unexpected distress Lisa did not panic; she was on a
mission. Lisa worked through the pain twisting herself until she freed herself
from the blade of Star's foot. That was the first ordeal, the second was one
of sacrifice; Star had a hand full of Lisa's lower tress and was struggling
for lip.

Determined not to give up labia Lisa let Star have as much hair as she could
then jerked away from Star allowing the sexy chocolate barrister to have
fingers full of love fuzz.

Lisa screamed and growled simultaneously but did not shrink from her vengeful
onslaught of elbow strikes, knee strikes. However the tenacious Star bit down
harder into Lisa's flesh and wrapped her arms about Lisa's lower torso.

Lisa engaged her by wrapping her legs around Star's torso in a figure four
body-lock and dropping her elbow on the side of Star's head and neck like a
Smith's hammer as they rolled and scuffled on the expensive tile floor. Star
was trying for a triangular press dividing her squat yet well-formed legs in a
V-stance, hiking her tan spherical contracting bottom in the air and pushing
her left shoulder hard into Lisa's shapely gut. Lisa's blunt elbow strikes
were being endured by the little barrister so Lisa got creative and shoved her
thumb into one of Star's nostrils and began to wrench her nose until Star
released her painful jaw grip. Lisa then shoved Star's face away from her
side, twisted their bodies to one side, then simultaneously applied a thigh
lock on Stars head, an arm bar on her right elbow and the dreaded oil check
after she reached for Star's fallen towel using it a as a stérilet so that she
might perform her digitus tertius with all cruelty.

AhhOoooww! Nooooo please Lisa Noooo! Star howled begging Lisa for mercy but
she found none Lisa deepened her proctologic torture with forearm bicep and
tricep aflex until Star passed out.

On all fours like a she-cat looking B!@%%#! You hurt me deep when you sided
with that swindling adulterous pedophile bastard over me, so now, I'm hurtin'
you deep!

Lisa's last indignities to the fallen lawyer was to leave the provisional
appendage she created for star when she applied the unmerciful "oil check
hold" then straddled Star, hocked from her gut and drew from her sinuses
rolling her six pack and winding her neck. Then with windy suspiration
spitting into the mouth of Star Jones then she snatched the clean end of the
towel from Star and shoved the nasty end into her mouth.

As Lisa exited the door her majestic golden frame shimmering with the
'exudation' of battle she turned looked back and said; "ONE B!%@#! DOWN AND
TWO TO GO"

Bringing Some To get Some

Raquel Roxanne Diaz AKA Rocsi of BET's 106 & Park was to be the next victim:

Diaz was born in Tegucigalpa, Honduras, but moved with her family to the New
Orleans, Louisiana area where she learned to street fight. Being a feisty girl
and a pretty girl she took up kickboxing to stay in shape and to take on
haters. Her motto is "I'm Scorpio and I'm Latin. I'm Full Crazy so don't get
me mad." Rocsi was incensed that Lisa had not just cut her losses and just
moved on. She figured Lisa was a little too 'long in the tooth' to be able to
keep a man of Michael Misick's appetites, satisfied. Believing she was the
just the young dime with enough game to do it Rocsi also felt that 'if the old
by@%&#! got beef she knew where to find her , she was'nt hiddin'.' Lisa did
know where to find her and she let me handle all the arrangements.

This match up was to be strictly boxing unless or until one combatant went
down; if the fallen combatant was not knocked out then no hold barred
grappling was allowed including strikes and chokes. Emboldened by a recent
victory over Raper Queen Pen

Rosci foolishly insisted that humiliation follow victory and would not agree
to the fight until the "Marcellus Wallace Humiliation Kit" was included. The
loser was to be bond, mounted and then as the Texans say "rode hard and put up
wet." Despite my protest against approving with this perverted addendum the
cockiness resident in the young adulterous TV host's tone overwhelmed her and
prompted Lisa to agree to the extra stipulation without hesitation.

Truth be told Rocsi was younger, faster, a skilled boxer and had already taken
Lisa's man; these things emboldened her more than Lisa realized. Little Rocsi
would fight to the bitter end to keep what she because she knew the little
known fact about us: even though we may no longer find a woman attractive and
we have moved on, if she gets in physical confrontation over us and wins; she
is hot to us forever.

On the other hand Lisa did not want him back she just wanted revenge; to crack
Rocsi's skull for disrespecting her marriage and crack her back so the former
Prime Minister would have to go elsewhere for his juvenile jollies.

We took the trip to New York vi a friends private jet (I'm not showing off it
was Lisa's friend; being a butter colored bombshell), anyway we landed in
LaGuardia and took a private car from the airport to 524 West 57th Street
(between 10th and 11th Avenues). We arrived at 2:37AM, parked in the back and
was greeted by a couple of Black Stone Ranger types who escorted us through
some short back hallways to a large studio with a lighted boxing ring with
Rocsi waiting in the far corner talkin' noise; "Any day old lady, I'm
waiting!" Lisa eyes just burned as she offered no word but a glower that
seemingly could kill. "Oh was that disrespectful, I'm sorry I should respect
my elders I mean I should give you a chance to get your old @$$! together;
need to take some Geratol, B12 One a Day for Seniors?" Lisa striped down to a
pink sports bra, Muy Tai shorts and scorpion gloves then she climbed into the
ring at the opposite side. Lisa's hair was pulled back her face greased with
petroleum jelly. Lisa's chest heaved slightly no doubt because of anticipation
and anger. Even though her nostrils flared she was not hyperventilating but
she was seething.

A bell was to rung however these ladies just marched toward one another and
began swinging.

The boxing was a mismatch the closest Lisa came to hitting Rocsi was glancing
blows and near misses that were followed by Rocsi bobbing and weaving then
tagging speedy blows and well place head butts to Lisa's face and teats that
solicited a call and response situation that rivaled the echoing one hears in
a small black country church:

Rocsi, "Huh huh huh!"as she thumped the firm, moist form and gorgeous visage
of the golden colored, ebon haired woman scorned.

Lisa, Uhh Uuhhh uhhhh! ..s#!%!" always ending her groaning with a frustrated
expletive"

This went on for a solid seven minutes until Rocsi dropped Lisa to the mat
bleeding from above the right eye, the nose and her mouth. Lisa was on all
fours wheezing with her abdomen and ribcage contracting like an ailing
ill-treated beast of burden.

Insult to injury was the fact that Lisa was not dazed but soundly beaten by
the little woman who now had mounted her like a child would a new pony and
began using the back and sides of her head as a speed bag while she taunted
her:

"Getty Up Pony Girl!" Old @44! H@#! Did you really think you could beat me?!"
After I knock yo' old @$$! Out I'm gonna' give you a prostate exam to settle
the rumor once and for all, if you are a man or not!" (She never stooped
talking and she never stopped hammering Lisa) "Frankly I think there is no
truth to the rumor I just think you are an old F( )%@kin' B!%@#!" It won't be
over after that Mz Lisa after your exam I'm gonna' let you taste why he
prefers juice to powdered drink"

Lisa was covering her head and tuning Rocsi out the best she could during
Rocsi's vitriolic soliloquy. Working to balls of her feet to a position that
she could buck Rocsi off of her at the right time. Lisa edged her way toward
the nearest corner then she bucked with a mighty butt hoisting thrust tossing
the little pugilist through the ropes and into the pole with her collarbone
leaving her writhing in pain and cursing like a sailor on to the floor. Rocsi
new she had to recover fast in order to keep Lisa from pouncing on her but she
did not have enough time. Airborne in a classic Tony Ja double knee drop
position Lisa was silent but the ferocious look on her face made it obvious
that it was her turn to do some damage; and she did. Lisa's knees and
consequently her weight landed on the little girl already injured collarbone
and her pelvic bone with a double crunch. Rocsi let out a yep like a wounded
coyote and then for the first time Lisa smiled an impish grin. After her
landing on to Rocsi's bones Lisa went to work on the rest of Rocsi's body,
starting with hammering the side of Rocsi's head with her fist and elbows,
then thumping her torso until she heard ribs pop and she heard Rocsi making
wheezing sounds. Lisa's onslaught was methodical and relentless she went from
Rocsi's torso to her lower limbs applying a vicious leg lock until she heard
Rocsi's knee pop. Rocsi began to plead for mercy but mercy was not on Iron
Chef Lisa's Menu of Pain, only suffering and humiliation. Rocsi brought a sort
of bag of tricks with her for her assumed victory namely the "Marcellus
Wallace Humiliation Kit"; this she would regret profoundly.

Actually Lisa had no idea what a "Marcellus Wallace Humiliation Kit" was but
when she walked over to Rocsi's corner and inspected the contents of her HOUSE
OF DEREON BEIGE CHINO HOBO HANDBAG ...

"Oh B!%@#! You were gonna' do a sista' up!" Well you know what grandma' said
you dig a ditch for somebody you better dig two!" Lisa stopped talking then
took the head gear and forced it onto Rocsi's face, head and neck then she
forced the red ball into her mouth. After this she kicked and stomped the
Honduran vixen repeatedly, then she stepped into the apparatus, adjusted it
for maximum usage then grabbed the reins on the sides of Rocsi's head and
attached to the red ball in her mouth positioning Rocsi to all fours then Lisa
spoke as she with her golden back soft v-shaped and erect. Balanced on the
balls of her feet with her knees east and west of each other and her gyratory
glutei effusively motorized.

Lisa plunged and flexed rapidly and repeatedly. "I know my ex-husband The
Prime Minister liked it rough so I'm sure you gonna' love this!"(With every
syllable Lisa thrust became more dynamic); "little home reckin' b!%@#!, think
you can wear my crown little ghetto b!%@#!, you think you can get away with
f()@%!in' my man in my bed little b!%@#?!" Until Rocsi' face dropped into a
pool of her own sweat, snot, spittle and tears.

Rocsi's muffled squeals brought more attention to her tattered condition: red
veined visage, sweat soaked hair, flaring epigastrium, quivering thighs and
glutei with all fissure a rift.

Soon the begging began in three languages; "Please Miss Lisa please let me go
... la pitié de pitié ont la pitié sur moi ... oh la madre santa me hace su
lanzamiento ... please Miss Lisa Pleeeezzzzah!" Lisa stopped ... when she got
tired ... . then dismounted, stood erect with the hermaphroditic apparatus
suspended and glistening off her moist golden, curvaceous hips and said gazing
into the number two camera twisting her lips "y'all get that?"

Beatdown Finale'

To Catch A Fox

Someone said it "keep your friends and family close but keep your enemies even
closer" ... at one point it seemed Lisa Raye and Vivica Fox were joined at the
hip, like twins they had the same thoughts remotely then would call each other
and share and they would finish each other's sentences when they were
together; their camaraderie seemed familial.

However the underline rivalry between these two extraordinary beauties was
astronomical. Lisa always felt it but never felt it was malicious but friendly
like sibling rivalry. Vivica secretly felt otherwise she resented Lisa for
holding up physically as well as she has and not needing nearly as much work
done a Vivca. Ms. Fox has been "nip-tucked" literally from head to toe when
most of what we see of Lisa Raye is natural beauty. Plus Vivica loved money
even more than the self described "Platinum Digger"; more than friendship and
sisterhood. Lisa never imagined her friend, who was in her wedding, who was in
her private circle of confidence; Vivica (who Lisa loved like a sister) would
ever sell her out for any reason especially "thirty pieces of silver".

If you think the previous battles were brutal you ain't seen nothing yet. The
hatred between these two was like none other; Lisa hated Vivca for what seemed
to be an unprovoked betrayal and Vivica always hated Lisa. Vivica was never
her friend , she went from admiring what she thought Lisa had and what she was
to envy, to jealousy then to loathing. I said all that to say this if your
stomach is weak or your heart is faint I offer this disclaimer: I would
suggest you stop reading now.

In most evenly matched battles where opponents are evenly matched there are
natural rest periods, rounds if you will but the negative passions between
these two was so intense that the fight merely started with mutual brutality
and ended with savage cruelty:

Vivica was wearing a black Stretch Lace Corset with highlighted white laced
cups displaying Vivica's flawless feminine built and Kelsi Dagger Briallen
Burnt Orange Suede Knee Boots.

Lisa was wearing Black Silk String Thong Underwear showcasing her matchless
golden form with Black Leather rsvp Rolando Women's Dress Pull-on Knee Boots.

"You ready for this @$$! Whoopin' B!%@#!?"inquired Vivca cranking her neck and
in her most 'ghettofied' tone.

That ain't the question Trick the question is are you ready for all the
surgery?

"Surgery?"

"Yeah B!%@#! Not only do I have paramedics on standby to take yo' trick @$$!
To the emergency room for blunt force trauma when I'm done. I took the liberty
of putting yo' plastic surgeon on standby for the extensive damage that Imo'
do to you treacherous backstabbin' m()%#@F()@%in' @$$! ... I'm gonna f()@%! Up
the weave, the nose, the eyes, the cheek bones, the lips, them big phony @$$!
tits too." Lisa Raye said all this while using expressive hand motions to
describe the injury she planned to inflict upon Vivica"

"Well B!%@#!, shut the F()@%! Up and let's get to it!" shouted Vivica.

The location was undisclosed but there would be blood and sand beneath them as
befitting the beautifully built gladiatrix they proved to be that day.

What struck me as most remarkable is how they balance themselves in those
boots on that sandy surface but they did. Both women skipped the feeling out
process that most intelligent fighters go through and charged each other like
Sumo culminating in the christening battle swirl of their mutually succulent
caramel and butterscotch physiques. The cadence of their body thumps was like
a symphony of pugilistic percussion with their cursing one another echoing
each torso strike.

Both women in the style and tradition of the American street fighter glazed
their faces and neck with heavy makeup and Vaseline because in a fight like
this clawing was inevitable. Also they wore extra hair clips in hopes that
their real hair would suffer minimal extraction. However the speed and
intensity of their attacks quickly littered the sand with their blood, tears
and sweat soaked hair clips and real clumps; some things are unavoidable when
two people hate each as much as those vixens do.

After almost ten solid minutes of pugilistic (head snapping, rib bruising and
teat smashing hooks, crosses and upper cuffs) taxing each other's bodies and
resolve; they rested bent at the waist in mutual headlocks, with their tender
and moist bruised torsos, flaring epigastria and substantial glutei also lower
limbs strategically moving from side to side, seeking superior carriage so as
to gain advantage for the next move. This phase of the fight was most
certainly morphing into grappling and believe me it was to be "extreme".

To break the ice for the next unplanned round Vivca delivers a stinging knee
strike to the left side of Lisa's trap causing excruciating pain in Lisa's
ribs , lung and making her luscious dangling breasts act as a painful physics
experiment one banging into the other. Lisa's stance was compromised and Vivca
executed a beautiful hip toss, landed on top applying a cranium crushing
headlock. Lisa responded by pressing her knuckles into the side of Vivica's
head and squeezing Vivica's trunk with her prodigious thighs until both there
flawless spherical shinny glutei trembled like preformed gelatin. Both vixens
screamed in pain and rage as the attempted to crush the other; Vivica hoping
to cause hemorrhaging in Lisa's cranium and Lisa seeking to produce internal
bleed in Vivica.

Vivica worked her way to her knees to relieve the pain and trying to gain
leverage, then she showed her abdominal prowess by lifting Lisa up and banging
her into the deck. Meanwhile Lisa modified her scissor hold into a high figure
four body lock and methodically worked Vivica's kidneys with her heel pounding
heel.

The butterscotch and milk chocolate swirl of agony they had created was so
tight that their juices were mixed before hitting the sand and creating grit
based putty of pain beneath them.

Though they screeched screamed and bellowed because of what there vitriol
caused them to inflict on each other there was no quarter given or taken. Lisa
and Vivca were in full agreement about a few things:

There would be no surrender

There would be no mercy

And I would have to keep one from killing the other

Their grappling brought them to a semi-seated position with their elongated
succulent legs in scissor posture with their V's opposed to one another
inching toward merging for an exotic phase of the battle.

Vivica initiated a head butt contest crack her forehead directly into Lisa's;
Lisa responded in kind but with a more strategic attack. Lisa launched rapid
fire head butts aiming and hitting Vivica's cheek bones nose, eyes and mouth.
At this point Vivica's eyes began to close so Vivica leaned backward to avoid
anymore pain and damage and sensing the distress Lisa was in hot pursuit.

Vivica was on her back before she knew it and Lisa mount her gripping her hair
and scrapping her scalp with sharpened nails. Simultaneously Lisa trapped
Vivica into a perfectly executed Spanish Press; Vivica's legs were pressed in
a V shape across her body with her boot tips touching the sand on either side
of her head. Lisa straddled her in such a way that her lower labium smothered
Vivcas' in dominance. Vivca pushed and scratched to no avail; Lisa like a
predator in the wild literally smelled blood so she continued to press until
she had tilted Vicica's pelvis, lifting the brown beauty's gluteus from the
sand and pointing her labium toward Lisa's to be swathed utterly and vacuumed
savagely. Meanwhile at the top end Lisa moved her hair grip to Vivca's broken
nose and swollen mouth and began smothering evident her sinewy arms locked and
flexed with deadly purpose. The slits that were Vivica's eyes revealed no
color but red and her arms ceased to resting to the side also her abdomen was
hard distended allowing only labored breathing.

I rushed to the scene to Rescue her and because we couldn't explain a dead
starlet to the authorities. By the time I reached them Lisa had released her
and was over Vivica panting like a big she cat after a kill. Lisa then rolled
Vivica over on her stomach and sat in the small of her back, dug her heel into
the sand with boot tips erect while lacing her arms beneath Vivica's arms in
what seemed to be the beginning of a Full Nelson. Instead she slid her middle
fingers in through the corners of Vivca's mouth stretching her full luscious
lips, gripping her jaws and leaned back bending Vivica spin like a brave's
bow. Vivca bellowed deep like a tortured specter in Dickens's "A Christmas
Carol" as her limber spine and constitution betrayed her by not popping nor
did she faint so that her assailant would have no mercy.

Though Vivca cried out at being dismantled by her bullion toned nemesis she
would not relent and neither would Lisa.

As the back of Vivca's head came close to being parallel with her legs
something popped in her back and she issued a high pitched yelp> Lisa then
released her but not because it was over only because she was done with that
part.

Vivca was convulsing on her side and drooling and even though she was a
physical mess somehow she seemed to maintain her sexiness. Vivca was not as
devastated as she appeared because once Lisa got close again Vivca swathe her
legs about Lisa's thigh jerked Lisa's leg to her chest and took Lisa down in a
toe hold. Lisa did not make the mistake of laying backward but she leaned
forwards grappling hand to hand with Vivica to break the hold. Vivica's
mistake was grabbing a hand ful of Lisa's Ebon mane, Lisa then disengaged the
hold and popped Vivica in the chin with the ball of her foot snapping her head
back and dazing her.

Soon after Lisa rolled her on to her back again and methodically popped each
arm out of socket using excruciating phallic arm bars driving her heels into
the side of Vivca's face and armpits. After disabling the brown bombshell,
Lisa launched a savage attack on Vivica's most prized possessions.. her $100k
Boob Job, clawing digging, pulling, twisting, lifting and dragging her by them
until she left her very hand prints on them. This fight was long over even
before the arm bars but the promise of total devastation had to be fulfilled
as far as Lisa was concerned besides she knew that if Vivica was winning she
would pick her apart like a fly captured by a sadistic child. Lisa later
confessed that she felt bad after the match but during..well you be the judge.
Lisa clamped on a knee popping leg lock and pop the knee it did with an
accompanying blood curdling scream from the mangled Ms. Fox ... . but still
she refused to yield to Lisa, so Lisa continued her medieval cruelty.

Vivica's most remarkable physical quality was her inimitable, spherical,
gravity defying booty and you would think that Lisa would leave it untouched
... Ms. McCoy used her thumbnails and carved a message from butt cheek to butt
cheek "Ms. Lisa Was Here" then she flipped Vivica over for the next to the
last time sat on her face and Lisa began to take one of her boots off then she
flipped Vivica over for the last time sat in the small of Vivica's back and
inserted her boot tip first. Lisa closed her eyes tilted her ear a bit and
smiled then listened for the moaning to stop. Vivca's eyes eventually crossed
and she let out her last long groan then the Butterscotch Bombshell's last
words as she hopped way through the

sand; "Don't say I never gave you anything B!%@#!"