Conflict of Peace
Vinoris Peadmont vs Mallory Crawford
By Deacon

Disclaimer: The characters in these stories are from a parallel universe
existing only in the mind of the author. Though they may bear the names of some
famous individuals they have nothing to do with said individuals because they
and their personalities are purely fictional.

One of the greatest boxing champions of all time was Ezzard Mack Charles; a little known fact about him is that he hated boxing and was a very emotional man. Ezz as they called him cried when he beat the Great Joe Louis and seem to commit some sort of boxing suicide when he fought the Great Rocky Marciano as if doing penance for beating Louis. Vinoris Peadmont was not much different; like most of the African American population it was difficult to determine where she descended from but I’m thinking because of her petite size, beautiful dark tone, short hair, naturally muscular build and unusual strength she might be descendant of the inhabitants of Guinea Bissau.

In the last before and during the last Olympics a complaint was made by Nigerian female athletes {some of the toughest women on the earth} the headlines read: “Gender status complaint over Equatorial Guinea women’s player” “I have played with men and bump up against them and that was a man!” Guinea girl was neither a man nor even a hermaphrodite; it’s just that they are that tough. Vinoris was a 5’1”, 119lbs, 24-22-26; with long beautiful braid wrapped tightly to her head so they would not obstruct her while she worked. She was beautifully ripped dark chocolate, each muscle group and striation attached with an artist’s detail and though she was skilled in wrestling and Brazilian ground fighting each time I approached her about competing she scoffed at the suggestion stating “a woman has to have standards”. One had to respect her for that and no one could blame me for trying; what? Anyway Vinoris always said never, but you know what they say: “never say never” because in times of desperation people always act in their self interest often despite their personal convictions. Vinoris loved only two things: her career as an up and coming bodybuilder and a local shelter for abused children, yes she was a sweetie and like the part-timed low life I am I waited. Vinoris had run out of funds so I made her an offer she could not refuse. $10k for participating and $15k if she won in an “Extreme Wrestling Cage Match No Holds Barred No Time Limit Best Two Out of Three Rounds” The first round must end in a verbal surrender {not a tap} the second if the loser wants to continue must end in a sleeper-knockout {not by blunt force; oddly they both requested scorpion gloves?} and the third round is a tie breaker and can be won either way. One of my many sicknesses is the love of what I call the swirl and contrast so her opponent was an almost polar opposite in a sense.

Within my sphere of influence was a one Ms. Mallory Crawford, power lifter, model and wrestler for hire {and the price had to be right}. Mallory was an exotic beauty; amber toned skin, tea colored eyes, high cheekbones thick full succulent lips, and her addiction of a short bleached blonde afro which matched her skin tone perfectly; Height: 5'5", Weight: 200 lbs., Chest: 44 inches Waist: 28 inches Hips: 46 inches Biceps: 17 inches Thighs: 28 inches Calves: 18 inches. Now I know what you are thinking; a mismatch and normally that would be the case but Vinoris lifted carried, push pulled and threw 50-100lbs more than Mallory ever could hence Mallory’s only advantages were her height, weight, and willingness to fight for love of money. So it went a little something like this; I found a neutral and clandestine location in Houston, Texas downtown area near the country jail no less.

What appeared to be an abandoned loft was a property I owned; four stories; sound proofed, with multiple wireless digital cameras transmitting to a remote router that distributed to private onlookers who paid to watch and could vote as the battle ensued. I was the ref, the judge and the corner man {I love my life ;-)}.

The attire was simple mouth pieces, sports bras, Brazilian bottoms and smooth textured bright yellow latex gloves. They hurried toward each other with reckless abandon and rapidly settled into a fixed African styled collar and elbow mutual lock, pressing the foreheads together then simultaneously distributing their prodigious strapping legs shoulder’s length apart and positioned them behind themselves and began the test of strength by pushing forward whirl trying to twisting each other’s torsos to contorted proportions. At one point they settled into opposing tri-pod locks; they still maintained their collar and elbow tie-up, forehead press; now their heads were lowered their beautifully strapping V-shaped backs were slanted downward, wringing with sweat and wresting while their sinewy lower limbs and thighs in the tri-pod position, with their spherical succulent flexing glutei and business powering them to arousing struggle. Usually these two were talkers, using their smack talk as psychological stratagem against their opponent but the sheer feminine brute force they felt made them conserve their energy except for grunting groaning and moaning in the resistance. After twisting, circling and yanking their magnificent appealing well-built physiques they slowly elevated there torsos to original position. Mallory took advantage of her height and weight in initiating a sudden side-snap mare resting a top the smaller girl in a tight headlock that caused “V” to groan out loud but not to panic. Unable of escaping Mallory’s vice-like hold at that angle through conventional means Vinoris waxed creative. Vinoris interlocked her fingers and began to press Mallory’s head away from her to create a separation so she could contort her lower half and engage Mallory in a mutual lock.

Vinoris’ lock being a scissor lock onto Mallory’s head; now they both engaged in a duet of moaning and grunting , sweat glazed muscles flexing to outdo each other in the conference of hurt, epigastria flaring, and unintelligible utterances “Ahh takawah!” “Heenana kawadah!” {Sounded like an old fashioned Pentecostal tent meeting}. Mallory realized that she was being neutralized so instead of fighting against the change. Mallory took advantage of her rested strength, inched her lower half closer to Vinoris, planted the balls of her feet, rocked back lifting her attached opponent then abruptly dropping to the deck like a chopped Red Wood with Vinoris’ head making first contact. Immediately on impact they released their holds and Vinoris was nearly unconscious. Mallory quickly flipped the smaller girl onto her belly, locked on a sleeper hold then lifted her off the deck so that Vinoris could not have any center of gravity. Slowly but surely being put to sleep Vinoris squints her tear filled eyes, a pulsating vein displayed the down the middle of her forehead and her perspiration glazed convulsing form, dribbling while thinking she is speaking, then finally going to sleep..}after a few of wiggling and convulsing a few seconds past and Vinoris was out. It was settled Mallory won the first round. I entered the cage and carried Vinoris to her corner and gently revived her with massage and an icepack; she still awakened abruptly I held her and whispered in her ear not to panic. I explained to her what happened and explained that Mallory was now emboldened and planned to hurt her in order to make her quit.

Vinoris was normally a woman of peace and decorum but once engaged in competition she was not having a loss plus she was really paranoid about being knocked out. She kept asking me what Mallory did to her while she was out and I said nothing but I don’t think she believed me. Now she was determined to take the next round by submission; verbal, loud and desperate. By this time Mallory was taunting her and asking if she wanted to quit and go home…”I understand lil’ B!%@#! I really do, cause I was all in yo’ lil@$$!”..she should not have used that vernacular because Vinoris took it literally and planned to make Mallory submit by any means necessary. “Watch this Deacon ”
Vinoris said as she slowly came to her feet. On the other side of the cage Mallory was living up to her rep and showing off her base vocabulary; “Come on lil H@#! Come get some! I’m gonna peal yo’ lil @$$!; make you my B!%@#! And make you call me Big Mama”…Vinoris said nothing her glower said it all and the fact that she ran towards the larger woman with the speed of a world class sprinter. Nearly a foot and a half from what would have been the collision point Vinori became airborne raised her right knee then rammed it into the side of Mallory’s neck powered by her flying weight devastating the larger girl completely. Mallory lost balance and fell, was dazed and nearly knocked out, also suddenly winded simultaneously. Vinoris placed her into an unfamiliar state of pain and panic concurrently.

At that point Vinoris could have applied a little more pressure to the larget woman making her cry out for mercy like her favorite thing to hear: “Mama I don't won't no mo!” but she was so convinced that she had been violated in some perverse way while unconscious that she felt compelled to inflict more pain on Mallory before letting her go. Creative is the only adjective I can use when I think of V’s concoctions of pain she unleashed that evening; imagine this Vinoris first grabs Mallory by her blond stress scrapping her scalp until it bled then she slapped her across the throat rendering her both breathless and speechless. “V” placed a sinning seated arm bar on Mallory twisting her right arm dislocating it from her shoulder and simultaneously tearing her rotator cuff. Mallory tried to scream a surrendering phrase but could only choke and squeak. Meanwhile Mallory writhed in agony face down. Vinoris suspended her other arm, gripped her pelvis and lower labia and bent Mallory’s spin into a modified Lioness Tamer hold. Painfully contorted, brutally battered and humiliated beyond belief, Mallory coughed out a verbal submission; “I give”. Vinoris retorted “I’m sorry B!%@#! I can’t hear you”…”I give I give!” “Try this: Mommy I don’t won’t no mo..” …”F()@%! You B!%@#!”..Vinoris tightened her grip and bared down on the spinal hold{displaying beautiful chocolate striations from her diamond shaped calves to streamlined strapping glutei and eight pack abdominals to her mighty latissimus dorsi and potent powerfully built …arms } then Mallory’s eyes bulged and watered a vein popped in the center of her forehead and a fresh stream of sweat was pouring from her hefty strapping peanut butter tinted glutei down her marvelously striated backside....”OK OK OK! Mommy I don’t won’t no mo!”..That round was all V’s..Now to the Tie Breaker.
Play time was officially over, now they both knew how dangerous the other was and that neither was to be trifled with; the two rounds gave them a healthy respect for the other. Before the match they insisted that the match remain civil and that it not escalate into an MMA type situation but neither could get past the butt whoopin’ they took at the other’s hands and both were determined to take the other down with no doubt as to who the victor was. In Extreme Wrestling there are no strikes to the head only to the body; {yeah right}. With reckless abandon the sexy strapping females sprinted toward each other until their foreheads collided then they as “Jethro Bodeen” used to say; “Commenced ta’ whompin’ on each other” like two Mexican fly weight pugilists. One mêlée queen would work the head and the other the torso concurrently. Only a few sounds were heard; colliding bone and flesh, the aggressive sounds before delivery, the sound of connection and counter. They literally stood toe-to-toe and demanded by aggression blood, sweat, tears, saliva and other fluids from each other fluids I won’t mention. Their succulent fit womanly structures twisted, quiver and flexed as they tested each other’s stamina and resolve; neither wavered they simply morphed in to grappling mode.

This phase of the battle consisted of a series of moves and counter moves mostly involving slams, flips and suflex maneuvers that tried their tempting powerful dimensions as much as the pugilism at the outset of their battle. In situations like this one of three things usually happens; someone give up, out or in; a double knockout of some sort or some becomes creative in devastation and that is what happened. As they broke each other down V became inventive feigning a front suflex maneuver Mallory braced herself and was fully prepared to counter with an exotic slam of her own. However Vinoris converted her tactic into a Inverted Double Arm bar Butterfly Pile Driver and instead of letting her foe roll over into a defeated mess she held the hold once Mallory connected with the deck; now the weight of Malloy’s torso was on her neck and shoulders her arms outstretched in a locked position gripped at the wrists with Vinoris reclining directly behind her hooking Mallory’s ankles in and out stretched situation. Exposing her crotch, crushing her head and neck; squeezing her lungs with double digit pounds of pressure. Exhausted confused and in great pain Mallory could only do one thing…Submit… “I give Igive Igive..; she said in a scruffy choking voice. Now Vinoris, the woman of peace achieved it, though conflict.
Deacon