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The legendary battles between the Boof Bobilizer Trini Gal, Ms. Trechelle Veronique and Roxey “Mama Don’t Take No Mess” St. James were the most unique and exciting the Battle Klan produced since The Tower Of Pain. One such match was the Midnight Steam Match, the combatants met in a sauna, they were bound by their wrists, and palms elevated facing in alternate finger-locks, their feet in forward stances, and their chests touching. Their apparel: full protective Brain Guard mouth shields and red kickboxing females groin guards...nothing else. This match was No Holds Barred in pitch darkness, two women enter, one woman (or no woman) exit. The victor would audibly inform us that the fight was over. This was not a death match though; the combatants were monitored with several infrared cameras manned by refs and medical staff in case someone was submitting or was seriously injured.
The bell sounded and these two Pan African Beauties stood juxtaposed to one another, arms crossed, fingers interlocked, abs rippling and pouring into their femininity with unmatched musculature. Meanwhile their sinewy V-shape backs were a flex as their flawlessly curved delectably succulent gyratory glutei were stabilized by their shapely tree-like thighs and rhombus fashioned calves. Then the lights went out and the infrared cameras came on and their robust physiques were glimmering with the natural warmth and wetness accompanied by struggling and subdued sensual sound effects.
Most tests of strength lasts no longer than about 2 minutes but because of their strength and determination to beat the other their test of strength lasted a full seven minutes until one broke the other.
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In essence their limbs, upper & lower torsos contained the same strength however Trechelle was the Mistress of counter-leverage maneuvers so she elevated herself to the balls of her feet which gave her the advantage in the finger lock and she slowly began to break Roxey down toward her knees. Roxey countered by giving in to Trechelle’s momentum; Roxey rolled to her back then used her mighty legs like twin pythons to wrap a Triangle Lock about Trechelle’s head and neck trapping one arm. Trechelle immediately responded with Amazonian strength by lifting the brown beauty up and crashing her backside to the deck repeatedly. After furious trashing back and forth in what to them was the steamy darkness these sweat soaked vixens settled in an awkward and painful inverted position in a corner. Roxey’s Triangle Lock was ye secure and tightening but Trechelle maneuvered the blade of her right foot under Roxey’s chin backed by most of Trechelle’s weight and stabilized by Trechelle’s left leg which would periodically offer a knee assault to Roxey’s kidney area. Though the combat situation seemed mutual at first Trechelle found that she could not sustain her counter attack for long so she blindly inched the battle to the nearest corner. Once reaching a barrier she fanned her foot lodged under Roxey’s chin causing the back of Roxey’s head to tap against the bulkhead adding a concussive assault to her being foot choked. Meanwhile Roxey’s thigh-wrought grip still tightens about Trechelle head, neck and arm. Only one question remains, who will pass out first? Neither woman was willing to wait and see so they began trying to roll out of each other’s holds.
A few minutes passed and once again the perspiration sodden battle vixens were forehead to forehead, nipple to nipple, fingers locked above their heads while their legs engaged in a serious lower
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limb crushing grape vine. Entanglement of their lower limbs was so tight that it created one large fleshly braid which spanked the wet surface periodically as their copious glutei jostled rhythmically for supremacy.
Neither warrior would yield though both grew weary of the body banging action so they silently and psychically agree to shift into another position; in a ‘scissored’ sitting posture; their legs locked straight around their thighs and waists. Foreheads pressed so hard against each other’s that ‘veiny’ striations popped out in their athletic décolletage.
Both beauties’s wanted to be free of their bonds so they worked together in the darkness using their perspiration and suppleness to slip out of them. Once their wrists were free both women applied sitting Front Face Locks putting great pressure on each other’s neck and spins while maintaining their immobilizing Scissor Locks. Roxey & Trechelle had become a woeful un-pleasured beast with two V-Shaped backs drenched with mingled perspiration covering pulsating striated flesh and accordion-like epigastria.
Once mutual position was established they sought to get to their feet while maintaining their Front Face Locks and with much legs jostling they did this. Now with their heads cinched under each other’s arms Roxey and Trechelle circled and snipped at each other with knee strikes to their torso one trying to were the other down. Roxey was always one to intimidate her opponents with sudden bursts of almost manly strength and she did by curling Trechelle’s entire Amazonian frame performing a Standing Head to Head Suflex perpendicular to the wet floor; holding her then timber dropping
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Trechelle's sweet shapely lithe form to the deck. Trechelle’s A few
minutes passed and once again the perspiration sodden battle vixens were forehead to forehead, nipple to nipple, fingers perfectly round glutei to spank and bounce twice echoing throughout the venue. Though Trechelle was surprised and had the wind knocked out of her she was not intimidated. Like the veteran fighter she was the crafty Trini Gal made her moves while Roxey was taking what she thought was superior position. Roxey rolled the winded Trechelle over on her stomach then maneuvered herself in position for a Front Face Lock Wedgies. Meanwhile Trechelle repositioned her grip on Roxey’s groin guard toward the front of it then made a fist with an extended knuckle pressing hard against the button. Trechelle fortified this hold with grasping the rear of the guard for the desired wedgie affect. Roxey wanted to initiate another Timber Drop but she was otherwise occupied trying to ease the pain Trechelle had created for her. Both women realized the danger of losing so the donnybrook, slam dancing, wall bagging body thumping began. Like human pin balls they bounced off the walls peppering each other with body blows that would have made Kimbo Slice whimper but all these ladies did was growl like two embattled she-wolves.
They tussled vigorously until they worked their way into a corner. Trechelle was on top tightly scissor straddling Roxey and Roxey not retreating one inch but jet upwards tapping her guard against Trchelle’s as if to accept or to make a challenge; both with a fist full of the other’s tress and the to their hands finger locked. They were exhausted yet determined to conquer the other evidenced by their sweat drenched striated oscillating epigastria and their shiny embattled glutei ‘a-flex’ and ‘a-quiver’.
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As they squeezed their thighs and glutei and tapped their guards with the cadence of rushed battle they finally spoke to one another:
Trechelle; “Is that what you want, is it, is it B!%@#!?
Roxey; “Let’s go to Mexico B!%@#! Then we will see if you really want it!”
Both Women in Unison; “Deacon Shut the Cameras Down!”
What would happen next was not for the faint of heart both women were too modest to have the last phase of the battle recorded so simultaneously they requested a Black Out. Being the “Dawg” that I truly am I only half honored their request. I turned off the monitors so that the other spectators could not see what happened next. From my monitor I could see and I was still recording...what?!

The end of the match went like this:
They broke their entanglement, stood up then removed their guards and kicked then to the sides of them. Then they spoke again:
Roxey: Where you at ‘Yella’?
Trechelle: Right here B!%@#!
As if she had inferred vision herself Roxey reached out slap fire from Trechelle; this attack awakened the Amazon in Trechelle who took to the air planted both feet in Roxey’s lovely face knocking her swiftly to the deck with bloodied nose and mouth. Roxey’s eyes widened as if she could see something yet she saw nothing but stars. Now they were even again stumbling around in the dark wet
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room searching for the next opportunity to take the other out. Finding each other was not hard at all due the heavy breathing; once the touched hands they moved in for the kill. Neither woman had much left so it was time to go for broke hence the all out slam fest commenced.
For a full fifteen minutes they traded various forms of body slams, suflex maneuvers and inverted body drops; their grappling became so intense that the scent of their particularized body fluids melded into one sweet-n-sour aroma of close struggle. As they rolled into a corner it happened that Roxey ended on top and pushing Trechelle’s feet towards her head while push straddling her V to V into a tendril entangling Spanish Press. If it were a pinning match Roxey would be a winner but this was not a pinning match this match was a test of outer physical strength, inner physical strength and ultimately a test of their spirits. But their test would come through a curious contest initiated by the elder warrior of the two; Trechelle invited Roxey to a Tijuana Kiss by estranging her subordinate labia. Feeling the warmth and moisture from The Trini Gals’ womanliness,
Roxey not to be outdone accepted the challenge in kind and the libidinous struggle began, evidenced by their violent epigastria, tumultuous flexing glutei, their baritone- like animalistic primordial snarling, the haunting sound of dual suction coupled with the popping swish of their moist flesh juxtaposed to one another.
The sounds of struggle they made were like nothing any of the audience had heard before. …“Deacon, what are they doing who is winning? Get the video back d@^^it!” They demanded.

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The sexy combatants rolled to their sides in a scissor/fingerlock combo continuing their peculiar mêlée. Only one other person knew the true nature of the mutual lock Roxey & Trechelle had on each other and that was Mekeba, so she leaned back with folded arms and a blank
stare so she would not give anything away. Makeba had been is such challenges before and the sounds of that class of battle were inimitable and distinctive. Funny are the things that triggers our sickness; I even turned off my monitor so that I could experience the event as one would radio in the 1940’s. That being said I did have the luxury comparing my imagination to what I would view later.
Success with invasive holds such as the Tijuana Kiss Lock depended on several factors:
1.Experience; both women spent time in Mexico where they learned the bizarre and crippling hold.
2.Abdominal durability; neither woman had ever faltered because of abs weakness.
3.Glutei capacity; even when challenged by women of “The Mother Land both Trechelle & Roxey overcame all comers.
4.Last but not least whichever woman had the most intense interior honey-borders extraction capacity would more than likely win the match.

So they dug into each other’s flesh in finger locks and launched vicious pelvic thrusts accompanied with animalistic din that made the small audience jump from time to time. Suddenly the action
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minimized and their mighty apparatuses went into slow motion with each movement deliberate and exaggerated countering their opponent’s. While their thighs quivered, their legs striated, their abs constricted and their perfectly round juicy glutei rotated Roxey & Terchelle’s low tones dueled like two altos in a German opera until one of them broke into a soprano’s aria of pain:
“No more, no more, no moooooore!!!!!!!!”
“You give B!%@#!?”
“NO!”, she recanted.
“Then yo’ @$$! Is mine!”
Ownage’ had begun and the vanquisher was making her demands of the vanquished; “What’s yo’ mama’s name! what’s you mama’s name B!%@#!?” she said flexing her dominate body and causing her victim’s frame to convulse at her will.
The vanquished released her participation in the finger lock; her fingers outstretched hopeful that some mercy would be extended without her suffering further humiliation. The vanquisher began to change positions , she stood up converting the libidinous lock into a combo of cruelty; the Port of Spain MC-Lock; a modified Lion Tamer that compressed her body weight against her neck , curved her spin unnaturally and in this case violently wrench the pleasure units of the vanquished.
“What’s yo’ mama’s name! What’s yo’ mama’s name!”demanded the vanquisher.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!” screamed the vanquished
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And then the was silence, suddenly the sliding door came open and then as the song goes a “silhouette of a perfect frame” appeared glistening with chest heaving from the exhaustion of battle. She was dragging her fallen opponent by the mane. Stepping forward into the light; her exquisite moist red-russet striated physique shinning and aquiver teaming with the paradox of strength and exhaustion ……..it was Trechelle… the Purple Lady... the Boof Bobilizer Trini Gal … she was the Vanquisher……..then she spoke with windy suspiration and said ironically, “This B!%@#! Kicked my @$$!”
By Deacon