Deacon & Lynette Series from The BATTLE CLAN DIA

Hello Ms. Ford
I'm called Edsel57, I was impressed by many things in your bio but the most unique thing I found was your comment about "a right body punch". Most women especially black women are not secure enough in their femininity to admit such a thing. being an admirerer of femalecombat sports and a writer of Female Fight Fantasies I can greatly apreciate your skill and just how sexy that really is.
I have written a series of stories that have a character who's beauty and intellect I believe fits yours; I hope you like the stories and I hope you like her.

Edsel57 aka G-Man aka The Lastmoor aka Ole Deacon

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{Pt.1}
BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA
Lynette Vs. Carmela

Lynette was a classic African American enchantress, skin like finely ground brown sugar, the face of a comely child and body akin to those half-nude sista’s in those old 1970’s felt paintings found in many people’s home. 5’8” 145lbs 36-22-38 yet vigorous from all her past school athletic endeavors; she continued workouts after high school to maintain her magnificent physique. She worked for the city in the Parks and Recreation department and to save for college she worked part time at a local discount bookstore. The second job was a bother sometimes but it had its rewards; she could read in her spare time, which she loved, and she met lots of interesting people. One of whom was Ole’ Deacon from the Battle Clan who was torn between recruiting her for “girl fights and flirting. She was not interested in fighting for any amount of money, nor was she interested in Deacon because of the age difference (15 years) besides she had a man. Fighting for cash just did not seem right to her so Deacon did not press her he just continued to flirt. From time to time he would bring her a gift; Lynette loved fruit and he knew it so he would bring her an occasional fruit basket. One day he brought her a really nice mango, she was contemplating not accepting any more gifts but she could not resist the fresh smell of mangos. “You really shouldn’t have Deacon, what if my man found out?” required Lynette. “It’s been over a year Pretty Girl” Deacon said smiling. “You should not be so sure of yourself ‘Old Man’, Lynette retorted smiling back at him.

Deacon went to the back to look at some black history material. In the meantime Lynette was working the counter when a couple came in; a small dark haired white man and a very muscular light brown skinned black girl with reddish brown bone straight hair. Cute was the only thing you could call them; they seemed to be joined at the hip, they came in giggling and whispering in each other’s ear like new lovers do; they asked about the Health and Fitness section. During that brief exchange Lynette noticed that she had caught the guy’s eye and so his girl noticed also. Lynette usually could defuse that kind of situation by paying little or no attention to the man and only addressing the woman. It didn’t work this time, the girl was the jealous type and the more he tried to flirt the more she gave Lynette the ‘evil eye’. They eventually left for the health and fitness section. In time the guy worked his way back to the front, Lynette tried to politely steer him back to where his girl friend was. He told her “don’t worry about Carmela she is in the rest room.” Lynette leaned toward him and whispered “sir I am not interested” just then Carmela arrived, “what the F()@%! is this Tim?!” Lynette responding quickly, “ ma’am, I was just telling him I was not interested”.” Yea right B!%@#! , What time do you get off?” Carmela demanded. “Miss please I.” Then Carmela hocked and spit in Lynette’s face. Lynette whipped her face slowly and answered “ 10:00pm H@#! Meet me in the back at 10:15.

When they left the store, Tim was smiling; he gave no indication of being a man in the ‘dog house’. Evidently this kind of thing was routine for Tim; he must get off on his girl fighting other girls over him. Deacon on his way back to the counter overheard the whole thing and offered to be at Lynette’s side just in case there was some kind of trickery involved she accepted gladly. Though Lynette was not interested in him, she respected Deacon and knew he was a man of integrity and hence trusted him. The truth be told if he was not so old and she did not have a man Deacon would be at the top of the list, though she would never tell him that.

Lynette sent for some cross trainers, a sports bra and a singlette from one of her sisters who was about the same size and ran track with her back in the day. Lynette asked to get off a half hour early so that she could prepare for the conflict; she stretched, did deep breathing and meditation then she shadow boxed for about 15 minutes working up a sweat. Deacon tried to maintain his composer while watching this magnificent African warrior princess prepare for battle. “Deacon, I know what you do, so in your expert opinion do you think I can take her?” asked Lynette.Deacon was surprised at first simply because from past conversations she indicated never having lost a fight, but Carmela’s mass was intimidating so he understood her apprehension. “Yes Baby, as long as you do what Ol’ Deacon tells you; hit her first, hard, fast and continuously. “Feel for her strengths but don’t commit to them right off, you don’t want her to overpower you. “She is a bodybuilder very cut and very bulky; more than likely her cardio is weak but don’t take that for grant it, test her; if she runs out of steam, then take advantage. “Boo this is a street fight but I will keep weapons and foreign objects out, however it will be no holds barred so guard your eyes, throat, spine, kidneys and most of all your P()$$%!” “Deacon!” she said surprised at his boldness. “Sorry Boo, but I have seen thousands of battles that at the last minute turned because of a vaginal attack,” he warned. “So what if she does get me by my p()$$%?” Lynette inquired grinning. “Easy Lynette, grab hers and don’t let go until she lets go of yours, what do you have to loose?” They both laughed out loud breaking the tension.

10:15 came before they knew it and Carmela and Tim were quite punctual.
Carmela was wearing a red sheer French cut body suit exposing her small but jaunty breasts and her brawny glutei that were tremulous with anticipation. Her prominent six pack was bulging through her suit. Carmela’s biceps, triceps and forearms were filled with veiny perforated striations; not an ounce of fat. Her neck was like that of a pro football player. The look in her eye said she was all business but this did not daunt Lynette for she had the same look, so it was on.
“So what are the rules?” Tim inquired. Lynette looked back at Deacon for an answer. “No weapons or foreign objects, this is to be hand to hand only, one fall no time limit, no rest stops, combatants win by submission, knockout or if one of us throws in the towel.”Deacon answered. “Fair enough old man” Tim responded. Deacon sneered at the small man. At that the women walked toward each other fists raised; then once in range the pounding began. The force with which the landed their blows solicited distinguishable vocal response from them both, “uuh! Uuh! Huaaah! Eeeuhf! ooh! Aaahggg!” Like two embattled primitives they punished each other from the crown of their heads to their belly buttons, awaiting the other to falter, it never happened. These feminine pugilists banged each other for an amazing 12 minutes none stop.

Teeth bloodstained noses slightly bloody and lips puffed, in time they settled into a clench then immediately they began grappling for a slam only to neutralize one another. Lynette was remembering the advice of Deacon, to look and listen for signs of weakness in Carmela. They came sooner than expected; Carmela was running out of steam, her breathing was labored and she kept attempting sudden power moves to end the struggle quickly. In between those failed attempts as the wrestled around Lynette could feel Carmela’s strength weaning so she made false moves to get her muscle bond foe to waste energy. Lynette buried her chin into Carmela’s trap muscle while working her arms around Carmela’s upper torso then she began to squeeze using an upper body bear hug pressing her ample breasts atop Carmela’s lesser mammary in a dominating fashion. Carmela responded by grabbing Lynette's hair with her left hand and smashing the back and side of Lynette’s head with her right fist. As the danced the back of their suits disappeared into the divides of their sensual rotating perspiration glazed, earthen toned glutei, displaying the furtive vigor of their stances. Their thighs and calves struggling contra the others were competing for dominance. “ “ “German suflex! German suflex”! Shouted Deacon. Before Carmela could back away or block the move Lynette displaying hidden might and exerting every sinew, squatted then hoisted the bulky female up over and behind her sending Carmela crashing to the ground with a thud! Lynette then quickly got up stomped Carmela in the back of the head then placed the Lotus Lock on her, this was a Full Nelson using her thighs and legs instead of her arms to bring pressure on her neck also securing the lock by clawing Carmela’s triceps.

Lynette increased her leverage by pulling herself up by Carmela’s arms and pressing Carmela’s head into her lap with her legs crossing behind Carmela’s mighty neck. Carmela screamed for Tim; by this time the little weasel was salivating at the action, he really did not care about Carmela, only her ability to beat other athletic women. Since Carmela was loosing her pain meant nothing to him. Lynette called for Carmela to surrender as she piled on more punishment. Though she was beaten bloody, crying a pool of tears and snott between her own legs with Lynette’s sybaritic @$$ and curvaceous thighs mounted on her back, Carmela refused and so lost consciousness. With the accompanying sounds of defeat and so gagging and coughing Carmela passed out. Tim stepped over Carmela’s broken twitching form to speak to Lynette; Deacon delivered a right cross and knocked him out. “Not bad old man” Lynette said smiling. He smiled back then kissed her on the right cheek and whispered, “my Shero”. They collected Carmela and took her to the nearest emergency room to have her checked for BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA.

WRITTEN BY...Edsel57

shadowofperfection

Deacon. pleased to meet you. thanks.

edsel57

I hope you will like the new story I'm working on for you and you friend Ki Toy. I will be finished soon, you and she will be the first to know for your approval.
Edsel57 aka Deacon aka Louis

Speak2free

{Pt.2}
Necessity is a Mother
Shop Owner’s Invitational

Months had passed since Lynette’s magnificent battle with Carmela; Deacon was wise enough not to bring it up again knowing how uncomfortable Lynette felt about the whole ordeal. He could not help but wonder though what it would be like to have a woman of her skill and natural talent as a part of his family of fighters. Especially since the Shop Owner’s Invitational was starting up; this was a local tourney where girls form the different local stores in the neighborhood would fight. There was a long-standing champion who was trained by Fchman a good friend and member of the Battle clan; her name was Carol a night manager at the HEB.

Carol was a banana imbued belle, 5’10 158lbs, long powerful but not overly defined arms and legs, she had large powerful hands and feet which served her well in battle, slightly askew but adamantine teeth which also helped her to prevail in a few matches. Her oval shaped happy face with a slightly notable forehead, ample 38 double D melon shaped mammary, full bun patterned posterior made her a sight for sore eyes. She reined undefeated for almost three years; a few close calls but Carol managed to pull out a victory each time. Fch enjoyed teasing Deacon about not being able to find anyone to beat Carol; every time he teased him Deacon would think of Lynette but he never mentioned her out of respect for her wishes.

One day while at the bookstore Deacon overheard (in the “employee’s only” back room) Lynette fussing at someone on her cell phone, when she emerged she was wiping tears from her supple cheeks. Before he knew it Deacon dropped his books and was three feet away asking, “What’s wrong Boo? “Oh it’s my stupid little sister she got caught up with this guy who sells drugs, now she is in jail, needs bail money and a lawyer because she refused to cooperate with the police.” “I should leave her @$$ in there but she’s got a kid and she is my kid sister” “If it’s money you need I can give it to you”, offered Deacon. Nah, Deacon I could not barrow from you” replied Lynette “I said give..” responded Deacon “Even worse! Lynette barked. Look, I don’t mean to be rude Deacon she said while gently patting him on the chest. I know you are just being kind but I don’t borrow and I don’t take charity,” she said in a soft apologetic tone. “I understand Boo so how about you work for the money? He suggested. “$1000.00 for bail and $500 down for the lawyer, where can I make that much money in a night? She asked while walking back to the front counter. Deacon smiled devilishly and said, “Well” “Oh no I told you Deacon I don’t believe in that s#!%!” “Win, loose or draw you receive $2000.00 when it’s over? He pleaded.

Lynette stopped, placed her hand on her curvaceous hips dropped her head for a moment to consider the offer then raised it slowly. “OK, but no spectators besides the seconds and no video tape you old pervert” she required smiling at him. He raised three fingers and said “Scout’s honor” grinning from ear to ear (yea right, the Battle Clan always record their matches). Deacon started off spending more money on the match than he would make in the short term; he advanced Lynette them money so that her sister could be released then she would be able to focus on her training. Deacon had passion for the Nubian beauty wanting her to have every advantage so he pulled out all the stops. He sent for Olga the Greek Sensation from California to help train Lynette in grappling, he hired Victoria Gay former American Gladiator for strength training and employed the services of Laila Ali for boxing and Lynette handled her own road work being a former track athlete. Lynette kept inquiring about the cost especially since she had to travel by plane on several occasions but Deacon said it was all a part of the deal. She did not believe him for a minute, “Deacon you trippin’ I know all this training is costing a small fortune, are you scared I’m gonna loose?” Asked Lynette seductively while stroking his chin with her finger. Deacon’s heart began to race at her touch and tone so he stepped backward and said nervously, “No Boo, to be honest I want you to have the feel of what real training is like. I’m hoping you will reconsider fighting altogether” “Fat chance, Deacon this will be the last time you understand?” she responded in a determined tone.

“OK Lynette, OK” he agreed. Sixty days had passed and the time for the Invitational was nearing; all of Lynette’s trainers were very pleased with her and said she was more than ready. Deacon said nothing to anyone about his new secret weapon; he wanted to surprise everyone particularly Fch. At the close of the tourney the champion would issue a challenge to any new comer to fight her for championship; Carol had not had an acceptance in two years. This year would be different; Carol had crushed every opponent as usual and had a three-day rest afterward, now it was time to issue her challenge and she did. Lynette stepped forward got nose to nose with her and in the name of her bookstore accepted the challenge. Deacon stepped forward as her manager; Fch’s eyes revealed his surprise. Fch knew Deacon would not offer up just anyone and he could see Lynette was in good shape so he whispered in Carol’s ear “Finish her fast”. Fch figured Lynette was probably proficient at jiu jitstu being Deacon’s protégé so he insisted they fight without clothing. He also figured this would give them a psychological advantage most black women are self conscious about their bodies and any kind of public nudity and that Lynette would be no different hence the embarrassment would cause distraction. Ol’ Deacon prepared her for that possibility and assured her there would be no recording of a match of this kind. They were not completely nude the wore g-strings.

The room they met in was a well lit, large and carpeted with no furniture; they stood at opposite ends. Lynette though two inches shorter than Carol out shined her physically in every way; Lynette’s childlike face and straight white teeth only added to her angelic ensemble. Silken yet sturdy shoulders and arms sensuously striated back muscles sumptuously poured into a V-shaped abdominal development that emptied a chocolate waterfall of feminine potency into her mighty hips. Her lithe sexy, slightly bowed legs were with out rival.

A buzzer sounded and they rushed at each other swinging; they connected with each other’s jaws almost simultaneously then they clenched in mutual headlocks Lynette twisted and flipped the larger girl to the floor. Carol immediately placed Lynette into a guard position wrapping her legs around her middle and holding her headlock tight. Lynette began to pry underneath Carol’s chin with her left hand with and applied a claw hold to Carol’s lower abdominals. Lynette then began to push forward with her thighs into a standing position with her torso bent over giving her leverage with her throat and gut attack. Though gagging Carol held fast to her head and leg locks so Lynette pressed all the more it was a test of will as well as strength. A layer of fat was covering Lynette’s hand but she had a firm grip on a piece of Carol’s lower stomach muscle. Lynette then traded her left-handed choke for a clump of Carol’s hair then in one mighty display of strength lifted the golden Amazon. Lynette suspended Carol by the hair and stomach Carol panicked releasing her headlock and grabbing Lynette’s wrist, Lynette pulled forcing Carols chin into her chest. Lynette took full advantage dashed Carol’s back to the floor causing Carol to release her body scissors Carol then started to kick catching Lynette in the left tit Lynette screamed and rolled away from Carol. They scrambled to their feet both drenched with sweat, chest heaving nipples battle ready they circled one another preparing for the next strike.

Carol charged the smaller beauty, Lynette responded with a flying knee to the nose, Carol fell back and Lynette followed her scooped her up and power slammed her. Lynette was relentless she kneed Carol in the head and as Carol balled up to protect herself Lynette kneed her in the ribs. Lynette then rolled Carol into a matchbox pin position her knees at Carols Achilles and her hands clawing her butt muscles she then contorted herself bending downward and head butted Carol in the face. Blood splattered everywhere Carol screamed but did not submit, so Lynette continued her crusade of pain. Lynette hooked Carols left leg at the knee with hers she then stretched her right leg causing a tarring pain in her groin and vaginal area and hooked her neck with the right arm constricting her blood flow. Normally this would have been enough for any woman to tap out or submit verbally but Carol’s toughness was unparalleled and Lynette gathered this fact while embattled with her. Lynette took her left knee and rammed it into Carol’s womanhood causing her to whimper and moan. Carol’s cries of pain ceased after a while she was dazed and in agony but still not out so Lynette continued brutalizing her knowing if a girl of her strength and skill was allowed to recover it might go against her. Lynette grabbed Carol by the neck raised her to her feet, inverted her hoisted her upon her right shoulder then took off running across the room and drove her into the carpet with her weight, "UUu“uuhhhh! All of Carol’s air left her; the maneuver took a bit out of Lynette also. As she regained her composure she straddled Carol at the rib cage her nubile swelter varnished posterior firm against Carol’s mango like breasts causing her dark brown mammary glands to protrude from the horizon of Lynette’s robust orb-like glutei. Carol suddenly with supple snake like quickness locked on a body scissors, Carol arched her back and sent Lynette crashing to the floor face first.

Carol began to turn Lynette, but Lynette countered by locking on a scissors of her own, and then they searched for each other’s hands to engage in a fingerlock. Now they would settle it, this would be the last struggle. Their sexy python-like legs and thighs locked in chocolate banana swirl twisting flexing for one purpose the crushing flesh and bone. Their hands squeezing, wrenching, digging seeking for a breach of flesh and the popping of knuckles. At this point there was no shame or pretenses, they screamed, grunted, groaned, growled, and cursed as they battled for the victory. Lynette had never known such sensations she was focused and ignored excruciating pain; she could taste her own blood. She drew on reserves that she did not know she had and sought to destroy her opponent at any cost. Lynette, in the midst of struggle even tasted her foe's blood, sweat and tears; she even smelled her scalp and her womanhood. She could feel the rhythms of Carol’s heart beat all over her body and like a tigress on the hunt; this was all strangely sweet to her. They relinquished their fingerlocks then began to twist each other in opposite directions with their legs. Eyes bulging, thighs constricting fortified by trembling sweat drenched glutei until Crack! Crack! Crack! Someone’s ribs gave way.

It was Carol, she began to gasp with a shrill windy sound, her mouth wide open and leaking spit, her legs drooped and she could not continue. Lynette released her then crawled over to her and whispered, “you fought well, it’s a submission match give it up girl”. “F()@%! You” Carol growled. Lynette rose to her knees raised her hands palms inward the slapped her thigh and said, “some B!%@#es just have to try to ice skate up hill.” Lynette then placed Carol’s head beneath her butt and between her thigh and leg wrapped her arms around her middle and arched her backward until Carol’s toes touched the carpet. Then she clamped on a Kama Sutra claw and drove her alternate heel into Carol’ right breast, this symphony of pain was too much for even the ‘tough as nails’ store manager. She began to cry out, “No more please Lynette no more!” If Carol had not insulted Lynette she could have gotten away with a simple submission, but Lynette wanted to humiliate her, as was her right because she refused to submit. Lynette pulled Carol to the wall propped her on her knees against the wall bent her backward, placed her face between her impeccable thighs wrapped her hands beneath Carol’s shoulder blades. With her contracting rippled abs she then dropped to her own knees simultaneously thrusting her magnificent glutei repeatedly until Carols trembling arms and the vibration of her muffled pleas dissipated smothered in divide of Lynette’s womanhood. From the secret remote viewing area the entire Battle Clan almost swooned at this sight. It was over and Lynette was now reigning Queen of the upper Westheimer shopping district. After the word got out about how Lynette utterly destroyed Carol no challenges were issued so her life went back to being relatively quiet.

Just as Deacon would never reveal how he felt about her, Lynette would never admit to Deacon or anyone else that she found an excitement in battle and a thrill in dispatching her opponent. But she did admit something to him weeks later back at the bookstore, “you know what Deacon? Half the things I did I just made up, it just came to me” Well Boo, they say necessity is the mother of invention” remarked Deacon. “Huh, more like necessity is a motha’” They broke into laughter then Deacon leaned over kissed her on her cheek and said “still my Shero” and he left the store.

WRITTEN BY...G-Man aka Edsel57

Speak2free

{Pt.3}
In Deacon's Eyes
Lynette VS Dawnique

Deacon unlike his boss G-Man had only been interested in a few women in his life in fact he could count his relationships on one hand. The other members of the Battle Clan would chuckle at the fact that the master fight maker Deacon the Instigator was so inexperienced when it came to women.
It was obvious to all in the bookstore how he felt about Lynette although he and she pretended there was no attraction. Content to smile, flirt and induce blushing they silently agreed to let things be. But one day something happened Deacon came into the store and being the gentleman he opened the glass door for a lady to enter first. Lynette saw him out of the corner of her eye then flashed her usual smile but it soon disappeared when Deacon took the girl's hand. Lynette had no idea why she felt uncomfortable about it, she just did. For months she had Deacon's undivided attention and even though Lynette had a man. Deacon's exclusive focus gave her empowering gratification that she did not want to relinquish. Being the lady and customer service professional that she was she smiled and spoke to them cordially as they approached. Deacon's friend was a nice looking athletically built lady (not surprising to Lynette at all); after awkward introductions Lynette learned that Deacon's companion's name was Dawnique and that she was from Fort Worth. She also learned that Dawnique was a former street fighter and was thinking of getting back into the game via the Battle Clan. It was also obvious that they had a past together and maybe even a present.

As most women do Lynette scanned the competition; Dawnique was her height, with short dark brown hair, a pronounced but not oversized for head, unblemished peanut butter brown skin, large shapely brown eyes. High cheekbones, adorned at the base with deep dimples, bounteous burgundy tinted lips of which the top one turned up slightly. She wore a sleeveless white top that revealed the sensuous striations in her arms and shoulders, her waist about 18@ enhanced by a super hero like six pack protruding through the thin material. Dawnique was also wearing a denim mini skirt that embraced her tapered hips and vibrant protruding posterior. Dawnique's legs were cut flawlessly; supple athletic thighs and enormous symmetrical rhombus patterned calves were enviable even to Lynette. Her smile though large and friendly was flawed because her gums were much larger than her teeth. All this information was gathered and processed by Lynette in about 15 seconds (it's a girl thing.

The two belle's eyes never lost contact during their brief encounter as if they were communicating by telepathy; additionally both of them simpered competitively exhibiting their magnificent physiques. Though it was obvious they were about the same age Lynette could not resist asking with a cattish grin, ASo Deacon what do you and your little friend has planned for the day? A trip to the park, the museum, and a Disney film you know? Deacon broke into a cold sweat because of the tension, " Uhh well we Uhh" "We have some more adult activities planned for the day and this evening" Dawnique interrupted as she smiled back at Lynette hugging Deacon's waist.

"So Lynette has Deacon talked you into the fight game yet or are you concerned about messing up that pretty little face? questioned Dawnique boldly.
" No she doesn’t, Deacon tried to offer before Lynette cut him off.
I've had a few bouts, I'm not really in the game but I don't mind sparing to stay in shape and uhh Honey, it's not my face that gets messed up" Lynette informed her as she gradually lost her smile.
AWell maybe we can get together sometime and I can show you a thing or two said Dawnique leaning towards her almost crossing the counter with her upper body.
By this time Lynette was nose to nose with Dawnique smiling, Aanytime Boo I got a few things I can show you
"Ladies, uuh umm! Old man over here getting older". "Dawnique we were supposed to be finding a book on French cooking he reminded her".

A Sorry baby I was having so much fun with Lynette I forgot myself for a moment. I look forward to our next meeting Lynette, tell you what, she said looking into her small purse producing a card and sliding it to Lynette on the counter. Give me a call when you think you are up to a work out I will be ready anytime. Lynette took the card smiled and said Goodbye much to Deacon's relief. Deacon's emotions were flooding from all directions. First he was taken aback at the thought that Lynette might care enough to be jealous and be jealous enough to fight. Second he was flattered that a young and beautiful woman like Dawnique would do the same, lastly the prospect of these peerless beauties locked in sweltering combat now ruled his thinking.

While in the cook book section he started to scold Dawnique concerning Lynette,
A So what do you think you are doing? That girl has only had two fights and you have had over one hundred! Deacon reminded her. AYea but that wide @$$ B!%@#!'s Mouth has been in a skirmish or two retorted Dawnique. AUpset because she has hips and you don't? Deacon said smiling devilishly.
AF()@%! you Deacon. I tell you what Boo; I won't hurt her too bad in fact what parts of that chicken do you want left intact? She offered with her hands on her hips.
ADawnique you can't be serious... said Deacon.
AOK so what are the rules? You get to set them, I will only kick her @$$! Within the confines of what you allow she said smiling in an impish fashion.
OK" D" it goes like this, a pure wrestling match; no strikes, no kicks, no gauging, no biting, no butting, no face, tit, or vaginal claws! Deacon insisted with his eyes wide open and his eyebrows rose.
D@^^^%! You can take the fun out of an @$$ whoopin' joked Dawnique.

Deacon made a date to talk with Lynette who he was very upset with and little did he know she was just as upset with him. They met at PF Chang's; a quiet table for two in the back, it was tense but they began to talk after ordering the meal.
ALook Lynette, Dawnique is dangerous and as your manager I would not advise... he started.
As my manager you are supposed to believe in me! Ashe interrupted Lynette ABoo..@ he said softly.

ADon't Boo me I ain't yo woman and maybe not even your fighter, old man! snapped Lynette. Deacon bowed his head and exhaled; that last statement cut him bad. She would never know how much reminding him of not being what he wanted most hurt him because he would never tell her.
OK Lynette, I just wanted to say that you will not be fighting some muscle bound chick from a local gym or the night manager from HEB you will be fighting a seasoned professional with over a hundred street fights under her belt He warned.
A You mean you set it up? she said smiling.
A Yes Boo, I mean Lynette, I set it up under certain conditions and if you do what I tell you, you will win.
Deacon I'm sorry for the way I spoke to you, it's just that no one ever had the confidence you've shown in me before and when you sounded like you didn't I ... A she explained.

Shhhhh! You are still my Shero he said smiling. Lynette put her chin in her hands smiling from ear to ear. Though Dawnique would always have a special place in Deacon's heart and his bed, what he felt for Lynette was the stuff that bad poetry, contrived love stories and old Blues songs were made of. Normally Deacon was a man of great integrity but he spent that evening and every day leading up to the bout teaching Lynette how to counter Dawnique's moves and exposing her every weakness while at the same time sleeping with Dawnique.
Deacon knew he had to talk to Dawnique about the match and the situation so he met with her for lunch one day. "D" I have to be honest with you concerning the match@ he said.
Dawnique's intuition let her know something was up so she asked, Honest, have we not always been honest with one another Deacon?
He dropped his head in shame then raised it, cleared his throat and confessed, No I have not; I have been training Lynette for the match with you and I'm going to be in her corner. You been sleepin' with her too Deacon? Dawnique interrogated.
No it's nothing like that "D",@ he said.

Then what the f()@%! is it like Deacon? she snapped. Are you trying to tell me that you are not hittin= it?! Are you trying to tell me that the promise of her p()$$%^! is more compelling that gettin= mine?! Is that what you are trying to get me to believe, cause I'm not buyin' it M()%#@ F()(%@!@ Per adventure you have not hit it I know you plan to, you son of B!%@#! (Buy this time they were starting to draw attention to themselves in the normally quiet restaurant) ADawnique@ he said softly hoping to calm her. Ethically I can't manage you and sleep with you at the same time, I...
"Ethically, ethically! I don't believe you Deacon! Is it ventriloquism, the way you can talk out of both sides of your mouth? "I supposed you think you told her how to beat me huh, Deacon? Wrong! I know more than what you think Boo but don't worry the rules you asked for to protect the little B!%@#! will stay the same. "You see, Deacon I can keep my word and act "ethically" so let me make you another promise. "Win, loose or draw I will hurt her, under those same rules" she said smiling and then she left after throwing her drink in his face.

The waiter came by with a worried look and asked, AIs everything all right Sir?
"Uuhh yes we were just rehearsing for a play we are doing@ Deacon offered nervously.
"I see" said the waiter politely. And will Madam be returning?@
"No she has another appointment", he said.
Thank God" the waiter said under his breath.
"May I have the check please" Deacon asked.

The time came for the match; they met in an abandoned HEB store at 12:00 midnight. There was plenty of space with the exception of some railing, a few barriers and cashiers stations. Deacon was with Lynette and Dawnique was alone.

"Where is your second" "D?" Deacon inquired.
"Lost" she responded sullenly. "Ready for this @$$ whoopin" B!%@#!? Asked Dawnique.
"It"s not my @$$ that"s on the line H@#!@ responded Lynette.
Lynette was dressed in a glossy black singlet; which show off the fact that her already magnificent physique had been fine-tuned the battle. Her sensuous silken shoulders and arms now fully striated, her chiseled back muscles a maze of sumptuous V-shaped excellence, her abdominal development still a chocolate waterfall of feminine virility flowing into her immaculate Nubian hips. Her robust thighs and symmetrical calves were flexing with expectancy. Deacon's heart skipped a beat at this glorious vision.
Dawnique was wearing a royal blue French cut singlet trimmed in gold her two favorite colors. In Deacon's mind she had never looked so good; her sleek heavily striated honey tinted shoulders and arms, flexing for battle. Dawnique's jaunty breasts rested atop her picture perfect six pack. Dawnique's crown and glory physically was her lower half; her hind end a caramel orb of womanly excellence joined to vigorous thighs and delicious rhombus shaped calves that had no rival. The only thing missing was her imperfect yet friendly smile; she was all business and Deacon knew it.
This was not a sanctioned Battle Clan bout, they were just supposed to be sparing, a friendly little match but it was anything other than friendly, and it was personal. There was no bell or gong Deacon was to start them by simply saying, "Fight!"
Usually neither woman was very vocal when grappling but this time was different; they first engaged in the traditional slapping and finger locking typical in free style wrestling while simultaneously cursing each other.

" Come on B!%@#! Come on H@#! Is that all you got C()^%t!? Come and see S!()%t! Then suddenly with tremendous force the clenched, their heads colliding when they came together their mutual headlocks were cinched. The pressure from the holds was obvious from the struggling belles response, @S#!%!@ AF()@%!@ Deacon couldn't tell which offering came from whom since both women were growling and waxing very "ghetto". They twisted, turned, stretched and bent one another while performing the waltz of conflict across the floor. With every movement came a grunt of breath and erotic distention of their sweltering ligaments. At the sight of this sensual exhibition Deacon started to transude. Though there were no weapons the girls cleverly started to bang each other's bodies into the railing and abandoned cashiers stations. They finally rolled on top of a counter burning their hips and thighs on the rubber conveyer belt. Lynette ended up on the bottom so she thrust her wide hips into a bridge position to relieve the abrasive effects. Dawnique pushed back pelvis to pelvis almost forcing Lynette back to the surface.

Still taunting one another Lynette said, AIs that all you have B!%@#! No wonder you can't hold Deacon's attention. With all her might the light brown vixen responded by forcing Lynette's juicy rump to the surface.
"Uuh! B!%@#! Least I'm gettin' some! Lynette then twisted and toppled them both to the floor, though the impact was frightful yet they did not let go of one another nor did they desist trading insults. Both grappling to their feet, Dawnique gained her bearing first jammed her hip into Lynette's pelvis twisted her, slammed her to the floor.
"SLAP! Uuuhhh! F()@%!" exclaimed Lynette upon impact.
"Oh yea H@#! That's just the beginning! warned Dawnique as she pulled her hair lifting Lynette to her feet. Dawnique hooked Lynette's head with her left arm then reached for her crotch with her right hand Lynette knew that Dawnique was going for a suflex and she knew that she would not survive it. Lynette abruptly placed a double talon grip on Dawnique's lower stomach and bladder area. Dawnique cried out with a very shrill, AS#!%!" Relinquishing her hold yet swiftly locking on a talon grip of her own; digging her fingers into the space between Lynette=s right collar bone and trap. She used the other hand to clutch Lynette's short ribs on the right side.

The Nubian enchantress responded thus, "Oh F()@%!" Now they were even, both burst into tears from the agony and rage they felt. Their waltz turned into a basic two step slowly turning round and round as they damned each other passionately. The action ceased to be enjoyable to Deacon for they clawed so fiercely into each other's flesh that a sanguineous emission seeped from their wounds. (At this point Deacon's heart was breaking but he had to let them settle it) Once again they toppled to the floor where they grappled for supremacy flipping, suflexing and slamming each other Atit for tat@. Again the puissant brawling vamps engaged again in mutual head locks standing side by side they then enter locked their legs bending down slowly only to revisit scuffling for position. Grabbing each other by the chin and hair twisting until they were back to back their copious sweat glazed rumps seemed also to be doing battle. Their harden mammary glands aiming to opposite walls fixed upon augmenting oxygen needy torsos. If the girls were not so spent they would have broken each other's necks but they merely wrenched each other's necks and contorted one another's backs like brave's bows. Perspiration soaked heads and faces made it impossible to maintain their grips so they fell flat in opposite directions. Now battle worn both beauties staggered toward each other and began tussling about as if the were drunk. Although they appeared to have nothing left in their lump and abrasion perforated bodies these stalwart matron gladiators continued to execute sundry techniques and counters on one another with machine like precision. Monkey flips, anaconda locks, arm bars, back, stomach and crotch mounts, neck breakers and various Kama Sutra like positions Deacon had never seen or dreamed of.

Finally he could stand no more "Ladies that's enough!" Deacon demanded.
"No Deacon I got this B!%@#! Cried Dawnique.
"S#!%! B!%@#! You gonna get got! Responded Lynette.
In a burst of strength Lynette pushed Dawnique against a counter then cinched a scissors hold about her right thigh Dawnique responding in kind, hence producing a sweltering anaconda like milk chocolate and golden caramel swirl.
Taking to the floor one last time the inverted their torsos into push-up like positions for leverage while twisting, and straining every inch of nubile flesh against nubile flesh, their immaculate tightening posteriors and striated legs seeking a submission from the other combatant. Eyes and every capillary bulging, their normally beautiful faces twisted, pelvises slightly raised, backs arched all muscles employed in this last effort to dominate. Suddenly they burst into a duet of distress; AEEEEEEAAAhhhhh!!!!!@ Crying out simultaneously in a manner that startled even Deacon; they both pulled their hamstrings. Whimpering they both cried out begging for Deacon to release them from the erotic entanglement of their limbs. He did so gingerly enabling the women to crawl away, dragging their disfigured appendages behind them. Most amazing of all things after dragging their injured limbs away from one another and briefly composing themselves they turned their battle worn bodies and started at one another issuing threats of death,@Come on B!%@#! It's time to die H@#!@ screamed Dawnique.
AYou nasty country slut! B!%@#! I'll snatch yo' tongue out yo' head!@ returned Lynette.
AStop it D@^^!%! it!" barked Deacon.
In an unprecedented display of strength Deacon hoisted both girls on his shoulders their injured rumps caressing his face placing them in his Hummer he rushed them to West Houston Emergency Room. While in route they glanced into the rear view mirror where they saw something neither woman imagined they would ever see; tears Ain Deacon's eyes.

WRITTEN BY...G-Man aka Edsel57 aka Ole Deacon

Speak2free

{Pt.4}
The Unbroken Circle
Reconciliation


It is said that if you let something go and it returns to you then it was meant to be yours and if it does not it was never meant to be. It is also said anything good is worth fighting for. Perhaps the proof is in the pudding?

Several months had passed since the match between Lynette and Dawnique. Deacon had stopped coming to the bookstore, it was hard to face Lynette after all that had taken place and Lynette did not really want to see him. Disgusted with all that transpired Lynette really wanted to block out that part of her life though she wondered how Deacon was doing from time to time.

The TSU Relays were starting; Lynette being a former track athlete never missed them and did not plan to miss them this year. Lynette met some former members of her 4x100 team there; Janice, Pauline, and Carla. They were having a ball critiquing the girl’s performances and the men’s bodies. Their experience was completely enjoyable until Lynette saw Deacon, “D@^^%!” She said to her self glaring at him. “What’s wrong girl?” Inquired her friend Janice. “Just someone I don’t want to see that’s all” replied Lynette. “We could all go beat his @$$ down”, joked Janice. They all broke into laughter. “Nah! He’s not worth it let’s just go we’ve been here for the better part of the day.” We can get some ‘Frenchies’ before they close” Lynette suggested. “Oooo girl yes! A “three piece special” with a red soda and slice of lemon cake! Said Pauline. “No girl, Sweet potato pie” said Carla. They broke into laughter again then started to leave the bleachers. Just then they were hailed by a familiar voice, “Y’all leaving before the finals?” It was Pam; the same Pam who was responsible for the loss of their championship rings the same Pam who disappeared more than two years ago with out a word. “Oh S#!%! that B!%@#! Got the nerve to show up and even speak?! Oh I just got to whoop her @$$! Offered Janice. “Oh H#!!@! No! I got first dibs on that @$$!” insisted Carla.

Pauline said nothing she just glared at Pam with obvious contempt and her fists clenched. Lynette just stared at her glassy eyed; they had been best friends since sixth grade, they were inseparable until the rings came up missing. Pam had a no good boyfriend named Clifton, he was clearly a con man, well it was clear to everyone except Pam. She was to pick up everyone’s ring for their High School’s Awards dinner; the rings represented an undefeated championship season. Clifton ran off with the rings pawned them and disappeared. Pam was so ashamed that she transferred to another school and went to live with her aunt. Lynette always knew where she was but would not reveal it to the team for fear they would hurt the little sprinter. “Pam what are you ding here?” Lynette said stepping forward and between her and the other girls. “I came to make things right” Pam whispered in her old friend’s ear. “Who cares why she is here? Let’s just whoop that @$$!” insisted Carla moving within striking range. “Wait, let’s hear her out!” demanded Lynette dividing them again. “I won’t waste your time with long stories,” Pam said reaching into her purse producing a red velvet case.

She opened it and the girls all gasped at once; it was their championship rings.
They could not believe their eyes, which were tearing; Pam placed the rings on each girl’s finger apologizing with a hug and a kiss on the cheek starting with Carla, then Pauline, then Janice and finally Lynette. “How did you do it, where did you find them? Asked Lynette still embracing her. “ It was your friend, Deacon” she revealed. “Deacon?” inquired Lynette surprised that Pam would know of him. “Yes, a wonderful man; he found me at school in London, introduced himself and offered to find the rings. Naturally I thought he was out of his mind but I was fascinated at the thought that you could inspire a man so.” Anyway, I gave him Cliff’s full name and last known where-a-bouts and within three weeks he produced the rings just as you see them now.”
“Deacon d@^^%^!” remarked Lynette. “You really ought to forgive him, he is quite a man.” Suggested Pam. Lynette was taken aback that Pam knew that Deacon was to be forgiven and now was concerned with how much he told her. “Look, Lynette I’m not one to get in yo’ business but girl if the man could do this, you ought to at least give him some.” Janice said jokingly. Just as she was about to respond Lynette noticed a sudden change in her friend’s demeanor so she turned and there he was Deacon dressed in royal blue gold trimmed “Phat Farm” gear and Timbs.

“Nice outfit “Old Man” Lynette said with a captivating smile. “What, this old thing?” he replied sarcastically. “You did this for me” Lynette inquired. “Die for you Boo, you’re my Shero” he said staring intensely into her seductive cinnamon colored eyes. Lynette caressed his face tenderly then merged her lips with his then opened their mouths giving their tongues free reign. This solicited a unison “OOOOooo! From her girls who simultaneously walked away deciding they should be alone. After a few minutes the couple realized they were in public so they suspended their romantic activities and began to walk toward the exit.

“I missed you Boo he said.
“I guess I missed you too she confessed”. “Tell me Deacon how much did you tell Pam? Knowing that she was concerned with her privacy Deacon reassured her, “Nothing of our enterprise my dear I never discuss the “Battle Clan” with civilians” Lynette exhaled a sigh of relief then switched gears. “So what happened to you and Dawnique?’ Lynette inquired stopping him from sneaking another kiss with her fingers. “Lynette, what does it matter? “It’s you I want” he stated.
“I just wondered that’s all Deacon,” she said with a coquettish tone.
“What is there to wonder about he asked.
“Well, if you are over the sex, I mean you seemed to be hooked on it; also she and I have an unsettled score” Lynette insisted with a sterness in her voice.
“On both counts you have got to be kidding me; first, Deacon does not get hooked on P ()$$%! He said in a defensive tone of voice. “Dawnique and I have gone back to being just friends and colleagues in the fight game and secondly you two were almost crippled”. “I can’t believe you would want each other again”. Deacon informed her. The old folks say if you talk to long you will either lie or reveal a secret and Deacon did. “Oh so the B!%@#! Wants me too?!” “Set it up! She demanded with a gleam in her eyes. “No! NO No! Lynette!” demanded Deacon nervously. “Whatever Deacon, she said pushing him in the chest with both her hands. “If you won’t do it I will get Fch to do it,” she said turning up her nose and walking away from him. “Fch? No wait Lynette, so what’s up with that?” he asked concerned and following behind her.
“Well, Boo you and I broke up and I am the “Store Owner’s Champ” so from time to time Fch would set up a match with a challenger”.

Deacon could not believe his ears, all this was going on right under his nose; she was fighting?! Yet he was more concerned with her and Fch. Lynette started to giggle like a child then she turned and wrapped her arms about his waist and reassured him, “Don’t worry Boo me and Fch are strictly on business terms you know just colleagues” Lynette took that little shameless dig at him with that “colleague line”. “So who is gonna set it up you or him?” she inquired playfully. “I will, D@^^%!, exclaimed Deacon starring off into the night. “Let’s go home Deacon,” she said softly. “Home? So who’s home are you talking about mine or yours?” You’ve been to my house Deacon I’ve yet to see yours besides I’m your woman and what’s yours is mine right?”

At that moment Deacon’s heart and breath stopped, arrested by the words he had so longed to hear.
Like a man half-asleep and dreaming he arrived home in his candy apple red Studs BearCat roadster without any memory of how he got there only that he was with Lynette. The automatic door of his subterranean garage opening was the next thing he remembered. The next thing he knew they were engulfed in moonlight anterior to his fireplace, atop his white bear skinned rug, rocking to the soundless rhythm of passion. Like an erotic dreamscape they went from one libidinous episode to another; Lynette, in parenthetical action rubbed his ears with her knees and grazed the crest of his hind end with her heels while Deacon’s mouth and manhood thrust himself into the moistness of ultimate intimacy. Next under direct moonlight from his sky lined roof he found himself attached to her ample curvaceous sweltering posterior; like two wolves they howled as they surged towards an erogenous zenith. His tongue tracing her spin, his left hand massaging her firm left mammary, his right stroking her clitoris while simultaneously cycling his stone firm flesh into her incomparable sweetness. Lynette, though mounted was in full ascendancy, her hands filled with bear fur, her tender yet solid body dripping with sweat and her knees burning from friction still Deacon could not back out until she released him. He was being whipped and could do nothing to save himself. He had been sufficiently whipped by Dawnique also but he was in love with Lynette as well as in lust, which made him her slave. All this to the tune of “Luther” singing “The One Who Holds My Heart” from his Bose speaker in the background.

Deacon had done what no member of the Battle Clan should ever do, he lost control. The girls were calling the shots and he was just a middleman. They determined the venue, rules, terms and conditions of the match; they would fight at his house of all places, he would referee and video tape the whole thing. There were to be no other spectators, the looser could not darken Deacon’s door for a year, they would fight topless, in g-strigs with fingerless gloves in their bare feet. (Neither combatant wanted the other to use the other’s clothing as a weapon) There would be five falls by submission or knock out; the winner would be determined by the amount of rounds won or by knockout. Deacon hated it, but the thought of the Clan finding out about the whole ugly mess was not an option so he acquiesced. (How could he possibly think that I would not know?)
The time came; Deacon had cleared out his sub-level game room. All the rooms in Deacon’s house were equipped with cameras; the floor of this particular room was 24x24x10, hard wood with a nearly translucent shine on it. He wanted to provide a mat but they insisted on the bare floor no doubt thinking to hurt one another as much as possible.

Round 1: they met in the middle of the room Deacon in between them then he back away and said, ”Fight!” They began to pummel each other furiously as if they were continuing from their last battle. Their heads crashed as they locked in a half hair gripping and half punching situation. Hooking and upper cuffing one another with great intensity the trash talk resumed from their last confrontation. “Miss me B!%@#! Asking Dawnique. “Missed whoopin’ yo’ red @$$! H#@! Dawnique threw a knee into Lynette's inner thigh causing her to falter then she applied a suflex rapidly hoisting the mahogany belle overhead then snapping her to the floor. Lynette rushed to her feet though dazed. Without delay Dawnique performed a cartwheel kick and dropped her to the floor again then mounted her and began pounding her in the face. Lynette bridged and pushed to get the red vixen off of her but to no avail. Dawnique was only partially moved and waisted no time putting a leg scissors across the top of Lynette’s body locking her arm and left tit in an excruciating position and restricting her head. Lynette had never felt such pressure and helplessness, Dawnique’s hold was even startiing to affect her breathing. Knowing she would soon be unconscious Lynette conceded that round. “I give I give she pleaded gagging and choking.

Round 2: After a one minute rest period the bronzed Valkyrie resumed their attacks again; running toward each other then Dawnique began to cartwheel so as to confuse Lynette but the savvy young bomb shell timed her and met Dawnique in the air with a flying drop-kick to the head. Dawnique went down like a sack of potatoes, then rolled over dazed and crawling away to avoid more pain. Lynette took to the air and then came down on Dawnique’s back knees first, “Uuuuhh god!” cried Dawnique. Lynette then straddled her, raked her back with her short but sharp nails, which caused Dawnique to rise on her knees shrieking in pain, “Aww you B!%@#!” Now exposing her head and neck fully. Hence Lynette locked on an anaconda (combination sleeper/ scissors) rolling over on her back wrapped like a deadly vine about a tree. Lynettte drove her heel into Dawnique’s vulnerable private while closing off her blood flow and crushing Dawnique’s lower ribs with her stupendous thighs. Dawnique trestled her physique desperately, balanced on the balls of her feet, thighs and calves tensing and her sturdy burnished rump aquiver. Her efforts were lost to Lynette’s superior position she was in pain and going out and much to her chagrin the rust colored Valkerie submitted, “No more, No more B!%@#!”

Round 3: By this time both combatants were drained which was evident by their pulsating capillary, their bloody, sweltering scarred epidermis, and their uncontrollable breasts heaving and their abdominal constricting panting. They circled each other causciously both realizing that the third round could be a tuning point because of their mutual fatigue. Dawnique invited Lynette to engage in a fingerlock raising her hands, fingers spread apart, “come on B!%@#! Let’s see what you got left” she sneered. Lynette interlocked digits with her eagerly, their copious luscious chest’s collided and their legs took back stances (alternate knees forward and opposite legs behind them for leverage) their chins firmly planted in each other’s traps and their heads butting recurrently from the side. It was a spectacle not to be missed; the embattled vixens vermiculated and exerted every sensual sweltering striated tissue pursuing dominance. The threats and insults turned into grunt, growls and other unfeminine vocalizations as the struggle intensified. Suddenly Dawnique rolled her head beneath Lynette’s chest the twisted her torso and dropped to the floor taking Lynette with her. Dawnique’s head was cushioned by Lynette’s breast but Lynette’s head bounced hard on the floor dazing her. Dawnique with cat-like speed clamped on a thigh-lock (placing Lynette's head under her butt and thigh then she wrenched Lynette’s stomach backwards until her back was arched (toes touching the floor backwards), near the breaking point.

Dawnique’s application of the hold was perfect but she was not content with imposing the customary discomfort (a pain that started at the base of the skull then shot to the tip of the tail bone), she wanted so much more for her nemesis. Hooking her arm inside Lynette’s right inner thigh then she viciously and methodically began ripping pubic hairs from the root. Deacon winced and said under his breath, “Oh my god what have I done” Lynette’s submission came quick and loud, “My god! No more I give! I give!” Dawnique released her; Lynette was holding her womanhood with both hands and sobbing. Dawnique kneeled down and whispered in her ear, “one more time C()^!%! One more time and you can kiss Deacon and this house goodbye” The very thought of Dawnique having her Love energized the brown bomb shell; Lynette thought to her self “this S#!%! colored B!%@#! Will never have my man!” They took their much needed one minute rest then resumed circling one another. Dawnique shot for Lynette’s legs. Lynette was ready for her, hopping upward then clamping her might thighs about Dawnique’s head, their momentum forcing them backward crashing Dawnique’s forehead to the hard wood floor making a knocking sound upon impact. “Euuuh!” She cried. Lynette easily converted the head scissors into and figure four leglock about the red girl’s neck securing it by gripping her own ankle then bridging into an arched position. This contortion served two purposes one she intensified the suffocating effects of the hold and she kept Dawnique from a verbal submission; she was bent at the waist, knees slightly bent, legs slightly squatting, sweat glistening thighs and buttocks trembling and breasts and arms dangling except for the futile attempts at breaking the python-like hold. Dawnique was making a horrible hissing sound, which preceded the release of mucus, tears and eventually blood from her nose.

“Let her go Lynette she’s had enough!” demanded Deacon in commanding tone. Lynette immediately let go; Dawnique's dropping to the floor with no resistance Deacon rushed to administer first aid. Lynette rolled over exhausted, panting yet curiously concerned, “she gonna be all right?”
“Yea Boo she will be all right Deacon said in an assuring voice. Though Lynette hated her on a personal level she respected Dawnique more than all others as a fighter and wished her no permanent damage. Deacon took Dawnique to his private physician for observation; she was released and taken home.

Later that evening as they were relaxing in his hot tub locked in a tender embrace Lynette and Deacon talked about the fight, “Deacon what would you have done if I lost?”
“You didn’t Boo” he returned.
“But if I had?” she insisted. “ I would have found a way to see you regardless” he confessed.
“But what about the deal?! Lynette questioned. “ That deal was between you and Dawnique Boo, you have to realize something Lynette, he said gently turning her chin facing him so that he might gaze into her eyes, “since day one you had me.” He raised her hand out of the bubbling water exposing her championship ring.
“Like this unbroken circle, my love for you keeps bringing me back around, nothing except death can keep me from you” Deacon declared. Overwhelmed by his profession of love, Lynette with tearing eyes initiated a passionate kiss as she maneuvered her self to a sitting position in his lap. The rest, well a gentleman should not say.

WRITTEN BY....G-Man aka Edsel57 aka Ole Deacon

edsel57

Red Eyed Fury
“Return of the Baddest B!%@#! On the Block”


Never could anyone be as pissed at anyone as Dawnique was with Deacon. Not only was she a woman scorned but he was instrumental in blemishing her perfect record and that at the hands of a rookie. Deacon was determined to make it up to her besides he missed the “juicy booty” as she called it playfully. Yes Deacon was in love with Lynette but like most of us and much to his chagrin Deacon had feet of clay. They way to make it up was to arrange a series of matches with undefeated opponents the first was to be against a Simba fighter, “Sheeeda”

Deacon would have preferred Dawnique start with someone like “Bonita Bodyrock” the Golden Bomb Shell who was now undefeated in the high school and college ranks but this would have been an insult to Dawnique she needed to defeat some one experienced, someone dangerous for her to regain “face” Though the fights with Lynette were not sanctioned and technically just sparring sessions hence her undefeated record in her mind was blemished.
G-Man prepared her for the match by briefing her about her opponent’s prowess, stamina, ruthlessness and pain threshold. The reviewed all the tapes of Sheheeda he could find; there in lied their advantage, Dawnique came out of the fort worth underground street fighting camp which had little or no official videos of fights. Hence Sheheeda was fighting an unknown opponent, they (she and her manager) only knew Dawnique was tough undefeated and from Texas.

It took a while for the Battle Clan and the Simba Organization to agree on rule terms and conditions of the match. Extreme submission (a win was to be obtained by submission or knockout) no time limit, joint locks, choke holds, all strikes allowed, all claw holds allowed, no eye gauging, no biting except when caught in a submission hold and there was to be a referee to verify submissions and knockouts ensure the safety of both fighters. Their attire was to be loincloths, padded sports bras and special vaginal protectors (Loki’s invention, he could never stomach vaginal attacks. The vignette was an abandoned warehouse in Youngstown, Ohio; when the steel business was big it was used to store excess fabricated materials after that illegal prizefights between mob bosses bodyguards and bouncers.

The live audience was to be small the members of the Battle Clan and their special guests Maynard Peabody the winner of the Battle Clan web site and magazine’s “Original Story Contest” and Bonita Bodyrock the Battle Clan’s rookie of the year. Then there was the Simba side; seven disgruntled Sheiks who were complaining in Arabic about the girls not fighting to the death and no being able to sleep with them the night before the match. However they could still openly gamble on the outcome of the match.

Dawnique was more than prepared; she had done strength training with “Trisha the Dominator”, grappling workouts with “Tigra the Conqueress” and KickBoxing with Lucia Ryjker and she had no sex for months, yea she was ready for battle. Dawnique’s frame was in excellent combat form; less than 3% body fat, her back; was a sensual stalwart tree shaped vision and colored as if dipped in honey, her jaunty mango shaped chocolate tipped bosom seemed to defy gravity, she had a cascading wall of abdominal of matchless muscularity poring into her luscious yet athletic thighs. All this was supported by a pair of matchless platinum hued, rhombus shaped calves which rivaled any bodybuilder’s.

Sheheeda was dazzling to view yet robust from head to toe as usual. She was wearing a traditional Berka headdress and vale this gave her the advantage of seeing what was in Dawnique’s eyes without revealing her secrets. If Sheheeda was dealing with anyone else this ploy may have worked but the only thing that she saw when looking into Dawnique’s eyes was a deep seated desire to “kick @$$!” Anyway she was in marvelous shape; she weighed 145lbs of solid muscle also less than 3% body fat. The of Middle Eastern beauty had thick wavy raven locks that reached to the crest of her supple hind end, nut-brown eyes, a hawked yet straight nose that determine the boundaries of her unparalleled far eastern loveliness, her lips were full pomegranate pigmented cushions.

Sheheeda’s sinewy shoulders and arms and V-shaped back development rivaled Dawnique’s for attention almost breaking the necks of torn onlookers. Her protruding deltoids also held our focus, when her delectable melon solid breasts were not driving us insane, now these luscious mammary sat majestically upon her fully developed six pack which flowed into her Junoesque hips her lower leg development was not Dawnique’s but nothing to throw a stick at. We were both honored and in awe of the feminine musculature before us and could hardly wait to see them locked in near lethal, fluid saturated combat.
The gong sounded and the conflict began; they were tied up in mutual headlocks, arms wrapped tightly, hands clasped in the crease of their arms and their free hands filled with each other’s hair. They contorted, bowed and exerted every tendon in their erotic physiques as they danced around struggling to take the lead in the conflict.

This because of the intensity of this initial engagement these Valkyerie uttered unintelligible sounds that could only be attributed to cave dwellers. “Uuuhhh! Ahhhrrgg! Eeeeuhkkk! Muuhhhaahh!” Dawnique knew now how close they were in strength so she needed to create an advantage; she let go of Sheeeda’s hair then jammed her thumb into the mid-eastern beauty’s neck making space between them she then quickly delivered shape headbutt to Sheheeda’s eye. Blood spurted from the corner of Sheheeda’s eye, she was disoriented for a moment but that is all the maroon vamp needed. Dawnique rammed her hip into Sheheeda’s pelvis the twisted and bent over slamming her to the floor making a horrible slapping sound. “Ssssplattt!” Dawnique followed her closely adding to the devastation of impact by landing on top of her then locking her legs and converting her headlock into a full frontal choke. Sheheeda immediately started to counter Dawnique’s assault; she bridged hard pelvis to pelvis raising her sweltering contracting hind end off the surface.

Simultaneously she alternated punches with her right fist from Dawnique’s ribs to the back of her head and with her left thumb she dug into Dawnique’s right nostril. As they inflicted these physical cruelties on each other the cursed one another aloud causing both groups of onlookers to chuckle. Both combatants endured the pain longer than anyone would have expected but they eventually pushed away from each other scrambling to their feet. Sheheeda was choking and Dawnique could not stop the bleeding for her nostril or the aching in the back of her head and in her ribs.

Sheheeda took a deep breath then leaped at Dawnique with a cross body block toppling Dawnique to the ground with her body on top she then locked Dawmique’s head with her arms and joint locked Dawnique’s right arm with her legs. Dawnique responded by contorting her lower half then wrapping her legs in a figure four about Sheheeda’s head. Sheheeda lowered her headlock to Dawinique’s neck restricting her main arteries; “Aaaahh F()@%!”Cried Dawnique, Sheheeda just growled and gurgled. This erotic position inspired us to leave our seats and encircle the twisted wet female skirmish like young boys gazing at a schoolyard brawl.



Our money was in our hands and the last bets were being made. The women’s heads were pressed together, Sheheeda’s legs hyper-extended and clamped onto Dawnique’s elbow, her arms squeezing Dawnique’s neck, Dawnique’s @$$ pointed straight up the flexing lips of her womanhood seemed to gasp for air while her perfectly formed legs closed their hold on Sheheeda’s neck and as a bonus her left thumb in her right nostril. The mixed sweat drenched womanly smells of their muscular yet supple forms were sweet intoxication to us as we swayed side by side screaming encouragement to our chosen champion.

Deacon frantically moved about the crowd seek a view of Dawnique’s eyes, he finally saw them and raised his thumb in our direction, we (The Battle Clan) bet all available on Dawnique. You see her eyes were beet red and when that happened it meant her opponent was in trouble. Since Dawnique was a child the sure indicator that she was P!$$#@ and ready to kick @$$ not matter the size of the opponent was her red eyed fury. Suddenly Sheheeda’s gagging got louder her legs unraveled and quivered and her headlock converted into desperate embrace. Dawnique has a third wind so to speak; she rolled the Afghan gladiatrix over with her legs until her figure four was converted into a front scissors hold.

Dawnique’s crotch now smothering Sheheeda and her mighty thighs and glutei flexing furiously, her hands flat in pushup position her back arched and her moist bust and combat hardened nipples pointing outward. Dwanique maintained this libidinous hold until Sheheeda’s muffled cries and convulsions ceased, Sheheeda was out cold. Dawnique was a very proud and very flawed young lady she decided that as a bonus for her win she should have Deacon though she knew he was now Dawnique’s man. Sadly, Deacon was weak enough to submit to her wiles.


Remarkably though they lost a lot of money the Simba crowd began to chant out of respect, “Dawnique! Dawnique! Dawnique! This is what she needed to regain her confidence and resume her career as the “Baddest B!%@#! On the Block”


G-Man aka Edsel57 aka Ole Deacon

edsel57

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: Ex-treme 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 exten-sive 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 spi-nal 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. Con-sidering 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 hun-dreds 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’ Dea-con had them train outdoors in southern Louisiana and the South Florida swamp-lands 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 Lyn-ette 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 fas-hion?! 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 as-sortment 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 fig-ure was peerless to say the least; faultless rhombus shaped calves stabilizing her curvaceous yet robust thighs, which were attached to a sleek vermilion, un-blemished, 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. Cas-cading 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 nip-ples 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 Lyn-ette’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 re-leased 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 land-ing on Dawnique's head butt first. Sylvia quickly clamped on a figure four head-lock 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 encour-agement 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 submis-sion 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 formi-dable 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 fool-ish display of pride and conceit circled the fallen she-warrior gloating in pontificat-ing 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 scra-thin’ 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 peri-odically 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

edsel57

Secrets Revealed I

Deacon=s normally >normal life= became very complicated once becoming involved with Lynette. Because of her, a man with Vulcan-like logic became a very human emotional mess. He spent his own money to train her secretly and to give her advantages that none of the other ladies in the Clan were afforded. He broke trust by informing her about the strengths and weaknesses of girls she would face who was part of his own stable of fighters. He became emotionally involved to the point of moving Lynette into his home! Most shocking of all things Deacon thought he could hide all this from me, AThe G-Man@ we had to talk.
AThanks for your time@ I said.
AIt sounded urgent@ he replied as he sat in the booth facing me with a curious look on his face.
ADeacon, I know no other way but to cut to the chase; I know all about Lynette, the unauthorized matches with Dawnique, the breach of trust with your other girls. @He exhaled a long time looking down, bracing the table with his hands, his lips poking out, his cheeks slightly puffed and his eyes closed leaning slightly forward he seemed to be relieved from his burden of secrecy. AHow much do you know@ he asked me?
AEverything@ I replied.
AEverything?@
AYep, everything@
AEven the threesome? He asked sheepishly@ Deacon asked surprised.
ASay what?! Deacon old boy too much information @ I exclaimed holding up my right hand; for once even I was surprised. Against my request he reminded me of the time Lynette, Dawnique and he went to his cabin in Miami, Ohio near Houston Woods. I told him to stop again; his little secret butt naked bouts between his girl friends were not worth my time.
AFirst of all G let me be clear, I=m in love with Lynette@ he confessed eagerly.
AI see@ I uttered with a confused look, Aso tell me Deacon what are you doing with Dawnique?@ AWell G she=s like uhh well like..@
ALay=s potato chips you could not have just one?@ I said sarcastically. He chuckled in an embarrassed fashioned dropping his head. The reason I cut Deacon no slack is because he was completely out of character and acting in a way untypical of the man that I have known for over 40 years. What I was about to hear confirmed he had changed and not for the good.
AIt has become like an addiction AG@; though I protest I always give my consent@.
Deacon explained that Dawnique and Lynette seemed to be hooked on fighting one another; tit for tat, back and forth they were so evenly matched that one time Lynette would win and the next time Dawnique would have the victory.

Eventually they quit talking to him about matches and would just show up at his place to fight and he was too weak to deny them.
AWhat finally made you come to me?@ I inquired.
AWell@ then he swallowed hard, Aon the last full moon they showed up at my
doorstep together, at midnight, demanding to fight one another.
@But they were giggling and staring at one another as if something more sinister was afoot.@
They were both dressed in trench coats and wearing six-inch stilettos; Dawnique=s overcoat was a burnish color and her heels ruby red and sequenced, Lynette=s coat was a gray-blue like the fur of a Russian Blue feline and her shoes mid-night blue with sequences.
AThey walked into my front vestibule then simultaneously dropped their covering revealing nothing but G-strings and with their hands on their hips asking me into chorus@, Aso who do you want Deacon?@ I nearly swooned at the vision of their majestic ecdysiast feminine musculature.
AYea yea Deacon spare me the verbosity and get to the point@ I demanded.
Lynette spoke, Ayou seem to be torn between use Deacon and we are tired of your s#!%! So we are here to give you a choice once and for all!@
Then it was Dawnique=s turn, Awe couldn’t=t figure out at first if it was the sex or the fighting that kept you in confusion, then it hit us.@
AIt=s both! You sick old bastard!@ snapped Lynette yoking her neck in an ethnic fashion I was not accustomed to seeing her display.
ASo what are you two proposing?@ I asked with great curiosity.
They explained to him that they would fight all night long and between matches they would take turns making love to him until he made a decision or died (alluding to the fact that his infirmed heart could not take that much sexual indulgence with two hearty young girls). Deacon wisely pleaded with them to give him some time fortunately for Deacon they reluctantly agreed hence Deacon and I are here at this pass.
ADeacon we have got to work fast@ I said.
ASo what do we do? He asked eagerly.
AYou go home and be available and accessible to both women, I will do the rest@
ABe ready to tell them about the AMuscle Lock Cruiser Weight Invitational@
AHuh?@ he repeated.

ADon=t do that Deacon you are far too an intelligent man to say >huh= twice in the same conversation@ I insisted. ANow try to keep up Old Boy; the Muscle Lock Cruiser Weight Invitational is a tourney of 18-35 year old champions or undefeated female combatants weighing between 125-165lbs. Winner takes all $50,00.00 cash prize only.@ ANo time limit wins by verbal submission or knockout, extreme fighting rules.@ ANo biting, no eye gauging, no scratching, no digital vaginal attacks, no spinal attacks and that include pile drivers.@ AHands, feet, elbows and head strikes permitted.@ AJoint locks, chokes slams, back breakers and drop kicks allowed. In case of mutual knockouts combatants may participate as wild card entries before the finals.@ AIn case of mutual knock out in the final match the remaining combatants will split the Championship belt and the purse.@ AGear will be French cut singletes, padded sports bras, vaginal guards, fingerless boxing gloves, and shoes are optional@.
AThis will take place in my triad arena in the Mediterranean; three battles will take place simultaneously until the two last women are standing.@ AI will create a need for both your girls to participate.@ ASo that if you are questioned you won=t get weak and spill the proverbial beans that=s all I will tell you.@
AWhy haven=t I heard of this tourney before AG@? asked Deacon.
ABecause I just made it up, Deacon@ I answered impatiently. I guess the rest of the Clan was correct in saying his judgment was impaired by a severe case of p()$$%! on the brain.
What do you want me to do?@ Deacon inquired.
AJust wait for them to call you@, I instructed. AThen what?@ he asked. A Then just be yourself, be Deacon that=s all@
He seemed by his expression to be sufficiently confused but he trusted me and nodded in agreement then went home.

G-Man
To be continued....

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