Xiomara vs Andriene
The Battle Ready Colorists
By Deacon

Xiomara: a variant of Xenia (Greek), and the meaning of Xiomara is "guest, stranger" (“I will always give a black B!%@#! A “guest” @$$! Whoopin’”).
Xiomara was a rare Porto Rican beauty with a deceptively strong physique; 5’8” 160lbs. 44DD-25-52, innocent visage with large chocolate colored eyes and elevated cheekbones, unblemished ‘peaches n cream’ complexion, jet black hair that reached her considerable spherical gravity defying moon-like glutei.

Adrienne is the French feminine form of the male name Adrien. Its meaning is, literally, "dark one." (“I will strike down the impure mixed breeds one by one”)

Adrienne Duala was 5’9 1/2”, 180lbs, 44D-24-54 of immaculate, smooth, chocolate feminine muscularity, large almond shaped brown eyes, elevated cheekbones, flawless white adamantine teeth her solid well-formed sinewy limbs said power and her immense globular breasts and buttocks…

Seldom have I ever known two individuals filled with such “self hatred” and after short conversations with both of these beauties, their ugliness prevailed and I decided to let them have each other.
The match was to be an Apartment Match, No holds barred, Succumb or Surrender..Winner’s choice (if the loser asks for mercy instead of being knocked out it is the winner’s choice whether to grant such a wish or not) . The stunning battle vixens were alone in a small flat with cameras as their audience and equipped with scorpion gloves, mouth guards, G-strings, their skills and their determination to destroy the other. They approached one another cradle each other with one hand by the back of the neck then simultaneously hammered the other with sustained right hooks to the jaw snapping the lovely heads front to side as if they were Auto Pugilistic Boxing Barbies. This feminine pugilistic event went on for an amazing six minutes until exhausted their heads rested on their shoulders. Mouth pieces hanging from their full sexy lips dripping with the flow of crimson spittle hanging off their smooth chocolate and butterscotch shoulders and ample heaving mammary.

Not being idle they continued to struggle in the traditional African version of the collar and elbow tie up ; arms intertwined hands gripping the back and head of the opponents , shoulders and torsos lowered while pressing, heaving and twisting smooth yet thickset swirled flesh in direct opposition to each other with succulent glutei raised high flexing and gyrating their sizeable goodness.

Strained back and forth engagement accompanied with grunting and groaning akin to the tenor of birth pangs made clear the effort these two mammoth beauties brought to this extraordinary rivalry.
Periodically one or both would get a burst of strength and the other would counter hence they would yank and convulse one another never releasing each other but leaving risen whelps on Andriene and colorful abrasions on Xiomara while their accordion-like epigastria played a concert of desperate respiration. One would think no words were ever spoken in a battle of this kind but throughout the entire match usually after a spirited altercation malevolent dialogue was exchanged(of course one would need interpreters to decipher the discourse):

For Example:

Xiomara- ¡Es eso todo lo que usted tiene perra?! ¡Usted no está cagado a mí! Voy a hacer que su asno del mono paga por mi tiempo sin embargo. Después de que rompa su parte posterior que voy a agrietarle vagina grande del gorila de modo que usted no pueda jugar a la puta del mono cuando usted vuelve Monkey la tierra.
Andriene- La bonne chienne pâle me donnent tout que vous avez ! Bientôt je tordrai votre âne jaune dans des noeuds, vous pousserai principal profondément dans votre âne et déchirerai dehors votre vagin de sorte que le monde soit débarrassé de votre sorte !
I would translate but then end of the battle will make clear their intent.
Initiation of head butting came first from Andriene but Xiomara responded immediately in kind with the same intensity causing the room to resonate with sounds resembling bowling balls colliding. Both women were in excruciating pain but neither let on just how devastating the cranium strikes were; they only cursed and growled. Suddenly Andriene dropped lower than the Cuban beauty. By this time their hair gave way to sweat and movement; Xiomara’s lengthy tress draped and flowed down her back like a black silken waterfall.

Andrien’s long dreads fell on her Serena-like shoulders. Andriene hastened her feet forward and converting from tripod stance to a riding horse squat , wrapped her prodigious russet arms around Xiomara’s comparatively small waist just under her matchless melon-like breasts (this gave the visual of four giant two-toned milk rendering melons stacked and fit to be squeezed) and began to constrict Xoimara like a large Amazonian snake.
Normally Xiomara would answer a mere bear hug with a free arm assault on her opponent’s head and face but this was no mere Bear Hug; the pain and loss of air that came from Andriene’s brute-like grip. Retuning a double grip of Andriene’s full dread locked tress scrapping her scalp to bleeding; Andriene only growled tightened her hold. Xiomara then opened her sexy mouth a wide as a lioness and attempted to bite Andriene’s lips but Andriene countered and locked tooth with tooth.
Typically if either of these mighty she cats locked teeth with another woman the battle would be over in a matter of second due to the adamantine nature of their teeth, but in this case lioness met tigress and neither would be broken or relent. Xiomara also adjusted and dug her fingers into Andriene’s massive mammary at the nipples even wringing premature extract from them; but to no avail.
Seeking full engagement in order to completely destroy the other; simultaneously they engaged each other in the Mexican Donkey lock and to secure the lock they also applied the invasive Oil Check, thus they completed “The Ball Of Pain”.
Indescribable sounds emanated from their symbiotic hold that ranged from animal to demonic and the sight of them was a magnificent swirl of pulsating Butterscotch and Chocolate; popped veins, striated muscle , stretched mammary, curved backs, hyper extended limbs, gyrating glutei warring against each other like massive multi-colored worlds colliding, blood stained gritting teeth…we had to use to chiropractors to manipulate their separation for when we checked their status they were both unconscious; locked in battle ..it was a draw but I am sure they would meet again because in as much as they hated one another they were so much alike believing that anything other than a clear victory was a loss and all losses had to be avenged.
Deacon