The Dirty Free-For-All
By Deacon
The Return of Celissa Toussaint


The idiomatic term "A Blast from the Past" is not apt enough to describe the
sudden resurfacing of an addictive ex-lover and ferocious fighter the likes of
Ms. Celissa Toussaint. When I was a very young man, still active in the church
I was enchanted by Celissa who was at the time a first year straight A college
student at TSU & Rice Universities and who was rushing for a major sorority.
Still she found time to do volunteer work with the aged and taught Sunday
school at the church she and I attended. Yet she managed the time and energy
to nurse a fierce crush on me. I tried my best to resist her but she was
intelligent, she had skin like a fresh Hershey Bar, she had almond colored
cat-like eyes whose shape was aided by her elevated cheekbones. Celissa's
smile was like that of a moonbeam's reflection off the sparkling surface of a
cool mountain lake. Celissa's visage culminated into a childlike portrait of
African American beauty; now this was just her face.

Celissa was 5'3, and possessed a symmetrical beauty like that of an Olympic
diver; broad yet soft shoulders, v-shaped back, sinewy but feminine arms and
petite but deadly hands, her curve of beauty was small yet dynamic and well
pronounced glutei which smoothly extended into perfectly proportioned swimmers
legs complete with well-formed thighs and diamond calves. I realize I just
described someone who should be on the cover of a magazine and not a fighter
girl but don't let the good looks fool ya' folks, once engaged in combat
Celissa was relentless.

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For instance; while a freshman at TSU she was harassed by a young lady from
The Bronx after two weeks of turning the other cheek Celissa turned on her.
The fighting was even at first and they went "toe- to- toe". No quarter given
and no quarter asked but after a while Celissa shifted into high gear struck
thrice for every on blow she took. Finally the easterner dropped to one knee
holding up one arm to block. Celissa grabbed her tress and worked her forehead
until a knot arose in the middle.

Astonishing all onlookers with strength that could only be described as
Amazonian Celissa launched a slam feast on the poor girl that made the girl's
other bullying victims feel sympathy for her. By the time security arrived the
girl from the Bronx was a near nude bloody mess and it took four grown male
officers to pry her off the poor girl. So when this beautiful, ebony,
bombastic vixen walked through my doorway I was pleasantly surprised to say
the least. " ... Knock Knock Knock ... " "Hello Deacon how are you?" she asked
flashing that irresistible smile.

"Celissa ... ." I replied entranced by her beauty.

"You gonna answer Old Man or just sit there with that reminiscing gaze?"

"Oh I apologize "C", once again I am mesmerized by your matchless beauty" I
said standing as I should have when she entered my office".

"Deacon you always knew what to say to a girl to keep a smile on her face"

"So what brings you by after all this time?"

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"Well I heard about the "Dirty Free-For-All" and I wanted to enter ... I could
use the extra money for the holidays"

"Celissa why can't you be like all the other suburban housewives and get a
part-time at Macy's?" "Simple Deacon, I can't make $1k in a night and have the
pleasure of beatin' another girl's butt with no consequences except taken a
few good licks ...and you know how I enjoy that", she explained smiling like a
Cheshire Cat.

"Sweetie it's been ten years and these girls are hardcore", I cautioned.
"Besides what would your hubby say?" She answered me in French; always a turn
on.

### Diacre tout le respect d#, vous me laissez m'inqui'ter du mari de my de
'et le temps que j'obtiens mon @$$ ! 'Donn' un coup de pied ou pas ! ', elle a
r'pliqu' le sourire toujours.

("Deacon all due respect, you let me worry about 'my' husband and weather I
get my @$$! Kicked 'or Not!', she retorted still smiling.)

"Tout le respect d# # vous Mme Toussaint vous n'ont jamais 'prouv' les go#ts
### d'un g'n'ral sale# ## ; quelqu'un renverse une pi#ce de monnaie et un
adversaire est choisi hors d'une foule des combattants. Vous ne savez rien au
sujet de elle, il n'y a aucune r#gle et le gagnant prend tout ce qui signifie
si vous vous perdez perdez et pourrait probablement #tre envoy' # l'h#pital."

(All due respect to you Ms. Toussaint you have never experienced the likes of
a "Dirty Free-For-All"; someone flips a coin and an opponent is chosen out of
a crowd of fighters. You don't know anything about her, there are no rules and
winner takes all which means if you lose you lose and could possibly be sent
to the hospital.) "Deacon Please!"

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"OK, ok you are in , I just wanted to warn you"; I said holding up my hands in
surrender. "Thanks for your concern but I'm a big girl and I am still in
shape..fighting shape" she said with an ominous stare.

The Fight

The Dirty-Free-For-All had come: a friend leased me his private Island in the
Gulf of Mexico; perfect location. The atmosphere was charged with the sounds
of the pioneer punk band "Bad Brains" The audience were patrons only; each
patron paid at least $10k to participate; those that paid more got to go first
in choosing who fights first. It just so happens that Celissa caught the eye
of a certain rich senator who outbid the rest by several hundred thousand also
a certain Ukrainian Amazon caught his eye and so he ordered the fight. Maybe
the reason Celissa gained his attention was her shinny Vaseline glazed face or
the solitary plat braided down the center of her head gathering every strand
of her hair into one place. Perhaps the crimson stretch metallic body glove
mini skirt with matching six inch stilettos, who knows? The Ukrainian girl was
dressed in a halter top and a paisley mini skirt with flat shoes. She was
Celissa's polar opposite: 5'7", musculature of a body builder, broad masculine
shoulders, a v-shaped back, long perfect "white girl legs", milky white skin
that did not reveal her blue veins at a distance, honey blonde hair and Hulk
green eyes, high cheek bones, rose colored lips with a small childlike mouth
and smile.

They ran toward one another with reckless abandon grinning and clashed in a
flurry punches kicks and head butts until they locked up because of
exhaustion. Stark differences in there looks; size, hair texture skin color
enhanced the novelty of their entanglement. Something we in the Battle Clan
like to call "the swirl".

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Celissa enfolded her legs around the Slavic fighter girl's thigh causing them
to topple with Celissa on top. The Ukrainian used her free leg to batter
Celissa's kidney region; Celissa responded by lowering her leg grip and
assaulting the big girl's knee and jabbing her lower leg with her spiked heels
until blood was produced.

Both women tried to sink their teeth into one another but their tight neck
wrenching grasps on each other's hair prevented this; Celissa had hold of the
Ukrainian's pony tail and she Celissa's lone plat.

As they contorted and assaulted each other they also hissed and growled like
two vicious cats. The Rus' girl worked hard to pop her knee back into place
then scuffle to get back on her feet with Celissa following suite they were
now in a traditional wrestling tie-up. Their heads pressed hard against each
others, arms interlocked, glutei a-flex and pointed back and elevated and they
pushed back and forth like dueling tripods come to life. Twisted and turned
each other's torsos trying to gain advantage both women realized just how
strong the other was. Still the momentum went to the larger girl because of
her weight so she started to push Celissa backward however Celissa's grappling
experience. (By this time both women's garb was raised to their furious
epigastria exposing the beauty of their femininity but they were way beyond
any modestly or embarrassment).

So the Ukrainian pushed then Celissa turned her and toppled her, dislocated
her right arm with a cross body scissor lock then mounted the larger girl
tucked her leg behind the big girl's neck locked on an Inverted Leg Triangle,
something the Japanese call the Sankaku (a sleeper facilitated by the
tightening of the thighs on the opponent's carotid. To secure this hold the
initiator usually hooks the leg of her victim but when in combat Celissa was
unusually cruel. Ensuring maximum pain and humiliation to her opponent was
always Celissa's trademark.

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Never once did any of Celissa's opponents ask for a rematch; win lose or draw
because fighting Celissa was such a brutally unpleasant experience. So Celissa
ripped the g-string from her opponent swathe her core phalange and plunged it
to check the Ukrainian's oil. To this day the onlookers argue whether it was
the constriction of the "Sankaku" or the humiliation of the "Oil Check" that
took the big Ukrainian out, rendering her an unconscious, quivering, sweat
glazed mess, frothing at the mouth and groaning, a casualty of The Dirty
Free-For-All.

Aftermath

"Deacon I told you I was in fighting shape"

"How could I have ever doubted you would end up on top?"

"Speaking of ... "

"Let's see"

"OH! Deacon!"

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