In ancient times when two warriors claimed the same birth right to a legacy battle and bloodshed was inevitable.
Solomon and Adonijah, Romulus and Remus and even Elizabeth and Mary Queen of Scotts...I guess nothing much has changed these days........bloodshed was inevitable.

It was no secret that Mekeba Brown suffered an emotional breakdown due to allowing herself to become overwhelmed by her own lust and enticed by the charm of her own daughter's man. Having forsaken her better judgment “for only just one night” as Luther sang it plunged the seemingly unsinkable Ms. Brown into a psychological whirlpool that captured and drowned any and everyone in her circumference of influence.

Mekeba left academia for cooperate America. She took a position at a fortune five hundred company and a trainer of young executives. Mekeba promoted the most aggressive behavior and ruthless tactics among her protégé’s who were almost exclusively young women. Two of these women where head and shoulders above the rest; Trechelle Veronique was a MBA honors graduate from Stanford. This golden skinned beauty was from Barataria,Trinidad where she mastered Purple Dragon Karate & Jui Jitsu at an early age, becoming one of the famous "Purple Dragon Women".

Trechelle never failed a class, never lost a match and never lost out on a position she sought after. Yet she was the sweetest most humble person one could meet . She new the names and stories of every employee , from the janitor to the parking attendant and the VP's of every department and she treated them all with honor and respect. It was said there was only one person the she did not like and who did not like her; Ms. Marie Odette Devereux.

If there was such a thing as human beings having natural enemies Ms. Marie Odette Devereux and Ms. Trechelle Veronique fit the description.

Rivalry is not strong enough a word for the enmity between these two. Both women were highly competitive and always got results but their management methodologies were like light and dark yielding the same results in the workplace. Some might say different personalities should not cause this much strife but there was more (there always is). Marie started a very ugly rumor about Trechelle and one of Trechelle’s staff, which caused trouble with Trechelle and her man. “Trini-Gal forgives much but not dat!” she was reported to say.

While Trechelle inspired her teams to work together through cooperation and mutual respect, Ms. Devereux ruled with and "iron pimp slap” so to speak. Half joking when reading financial reports Ms. Devereux would utter the words; "these b!%@#'s better have my money!" Trechelle's co-workers loved her while Ms. Devereux's co-workers were in constant fear.

Sitting on “pins and needles” is an apt euphemism for the feelings one gets when told that there is to be a mandatory meeting after hours between you, your boss and your nemesis.
It’s the not knowing that wears at your nerves; little did they know that they were the victims of their manager’s sadistic curiosity. Mekeba wanted to see

Mekeba:
"I called you ladies into my office today to announce I am leaving the firm in thirty days.

Both women gasped there chest heaving; their eyes patulous with surprise.

"I have been playing two roles since I have been here and I should not have done that. Truth is I don't trust easy (rising from her seat and coming from around her desk to rest her hand on their shoulders) and I should have delegated more authority to both of you long ago.

“Frankly I find your skills and results as managers equal so I have devised a way to settle who will report to whom” remarked
Mekeba in a matter of fact kind of way as she shuffled reports straightened her desk.

Both young executives exhaled simultaneously with a sigh of relief fearful that Mekeba might hire someone from the outside because of her indecision. Each young woman was more than equal to the task of showing by their stellar records and productivity reports that they were the women for the job respectively.

Unaware of how deeply emotionally troubled their employer was they expected she would propose a contest of productivity between their teams, they were more than ready. Suddenly she asked the question; as if she were asking how often they washed their hair or how many pairs of pumps they had.
“Would you two like to fight no holds barred for this position?
Whoever quits or is incapacitated loses, how ‘bout it?

This solicited chorused remarks from them:
Trechelle;”Say Wha’?
Marie;” You’re kidding, right?

“Please!” Exclaimed Mekeba I’ve watched you to “she-pits” circling each other for years with murder in your eyes”

“No ma’am I. …They tried to rebuttal

“Stop!” Ordered Mekeba holding up one finger as if she had magical powers.

“Look I believe that anything worth having is worth fighting for, literally.” I happen to know that both of you are good fighters and that you hate each other. Besides your records, stats and qualifications are identical and even I can’t decide between you.
So I figure a match should settle who wants it the most, so how’ bout it?; Mekeba questioned said by this time Mekeba ‘s fingers were folded and propping up her chin.
“Well how about it ladies, unless one or both of you are afraid? By this time she turned away and started shuffling papers with an obvious childlike look on her face as she baited them.

“Ain’t no body scared, there is nothin’ to be scared of, retorted Trechelle who rolled hr eyes unashamedly at her Creole nemesis.

“You ought to be after what happened to your lil team member this afternoon” (It was no doubt that Marie was referring to a catfight that broke out between members on the floor earlier that day)

Your memory must be attached to your imagination ‘cause you did not see the same fight I saw!

“My girl rocked your girl”…{just like I taught her; thought Marie who though hiding her words could not hid her expression of pride and satisfaction.

“Correction! Devereux; your girl in a very cowardly fashion ‘sucka punched’ my girl and my girl beat her like she stole something”

“Yea whatever”, said Marie dismissively. “Let’s get back to what Ms. Brown proposed or are you afraid I will break you and ride you like a new pony and I know you are gonna like it! Trechelle gave Marie a sour look. Oh don’t be ‘scruuured’ B!%@#! You’re gonna enjoy it I promise”; Marie said flexing that sensuously evil smile of hers.

“Only thing I’m scared of is the jail time I get for abusing animals B%@#!

{By this time forgetting where they were; both golden beauties were nose-to-nose and nipple-to-nipple}

“Ladies! Stand down!”; Barked Mekeba. There will be plenty of time for that and since you both seem to accept my offer I will tell you when and where on the day of the fight.

Huh?! They said in chorus snapping their heads toward their superior.

Mekeba stood and walked toward her window opening the blinds and looking out then she spoke. “I will contact you through your Black Berrys ; I will send directions , instructions and the rules of engagement on the day of , that’s all , good bye.”

Marie and Trechelle backed away from one another and headed toward the door.

“Oh ladies; they turned to hear her last words about the matter.
“It will happen between now and when you leave on your overseas assignments in December, I would suggest that the both of you train instead of argue ”

“Yes ma’am they answered in chorus, leaving the room with Trechelle exiting first.

{Both women had important assignments in other countries; Trechelle was to bail out a co-worker in Bangladesh who was sent to train foreign workers and Marie was going to Rio to lead a team to set up
a new hub for the company. Originally Trechelle was at the top of the list to make the Rio assignment but Marie had Mekeba’s personal assistant in her pocket; they attended the same church, sang in the choir together, Marie got her the job so Trechelle’s request for the assignment was mysteriously “lost”. Trechelle did not blame Mekeba’s assistant for two reasons: she admired loyalty even when it took a wrong turn and she believed a rumor about Marie tuning the little choir girl up; in the back passageway behind the pulpit area of their church just to show her ‘who was who’}

Time passed and there was no call yet both women never ceased to prepare; running, weights, boxing, grappling, stretching and meditation etc… Still there was no word from their twisted leader.

Opposite sides of the airport, different airlines and different destinations; both women were three hours early to get their baggage settle and their passports checked etc. Nothing but time on their hands when suddenly the received texts on there Black Berry’s instructing them to go to certain guard posts and ask for particular officers. The officer who picked up Marie was clean shaven, 6ft and built like a middle linebacker, he had a faded hair cut and was about the same golden complexion as she was; just like she liked them.
Trechelle’s escort was about 6’3” dark complexioned and built like a shooting guard; just like she liked them. I only mention this because sending these you men was my doing; I believe that all passions are connected and after these two were aroused by their escorts they would be even more prone to battle.

While traversing to their secret undisclosed destination they received a text from me:
“Good afternoon ladies I am called Deacon of The Battle Clan, I have been retained by your employer to facilitate a physical contest between you.
Rules are simple and as follows:
No foreign objects
No outside help
No damage to you faces (stikes, clawing or gouging; all such contact must be above the hairline. After all when you reach you destinations we can have you pretty little faces disfigured can we?)
The Winner is determined by knockout, verbal submission, retreat from the fighting ground or TKO determined by Ms. Brown and or myself.
Attire: your undergarments minus your bras
Time limit is one hour; enough time to get to your flights or to be carried to you flights ;-) If you exceed you time when you get back there will be a rematch.
Oh one more thing ladies if you cheat and win the position will be you opponents and if you cheat and lose you behind will be you opponents. I hope you get my meaning
Good-Bye and my the sexiest fighter win ;-)
Deacon

Places under construction inside of a large complex are so remote that they go un noticed and that is why I chose the new wing of the
International Airport. Perfect location; well lighted, spacious with an unforgiving interior.
Marie and Trechelle were escorted into opposite ends the restroom in front of a long wall mirror and a series of sinks with a ledge between the mirror and sink Neither combatant was checked for foreign objects or substances; honor was assumed.

The room was set up with multiple cameras to view every intricate detail of the action and at every angle. We included multidirectional microphones such that we can’t hear every word, grunt and groan of the combatants as well. Mekeba, an editor and myself were in a nearby remote location monitoring and judging the action. Oh the action, tired of my set up, OK it went like this:

They stripped down to their v-string thongs, Marie’s panther print and Trechelle’s tiger print. Though their body types were different they were both magnificent and ready for their bare mêlée.

Marie’s golden frame was the classic African American artwork; broad but not manly shoulders signifying a kind feminine strength and stature though she only stood about 5’4”. Taught yet smooth upper limbs possessing the requisite thickness to do much damage. Her midsize mango colored breasts heaving her hardened tootsie roll toned nipples with the anticipatation of battle. Marie’s muscle garnished waist poured into her hips forming the shape of an antique hourglass. Marie’s perfectly orbed glutei backed by her shapely hips and thighs quivered slightly because the overload of her lower body strength. Lastly Marie’s powerful diamond shaped calves radiated with a glory that was only her own. She thought to herself “if this B!%@#! is to win she has got to handle all of this!”

Trechelle brought other weapons to the fray albeit just as sexy and just as deadly. Trechelle has the body of a fitness model; sexy well-rounded athletic shoulders that sat majestically atop firm and succulent gravity defying mammary that seemed to point at and challenge her opponent’s breasts. Trechelle’ s abs are a cascading of soft rippling golden feminine musculature. The beautiful Trini-Gal’s lower half was that of a world-class sprinter; shapely bronzed glutei like that of a Palomino pony, well-formed wiry yet voluptuous thighs and rumbas calves that looked like lick- worthy diamond shaped candy.

Though possessing all these inviting athletic attributes these ladies were determined to crush and or disfigure them all.

“You ready B!%@#!? Asked Trechelle impatiently standing in the center of the room.

I was born ready H@#! I just want you to know I got a little present for you after I make you my B!%@#! You are really gonna like it cause it’s something you are used to.

Trechelle was tired of all the talk, it was time for business so she ran toward her and Marie responded delivering a standing dropkick to Trechelle tits knocking her flat and out of breath. Marie then sprung to her feet and launched a somersault booty drop aiming to crush Trechelle’s chest finishing her quick but Trechelle rolled out of the way. Marie came crashing down to the floor butt-first, causing her to cry out; S#!%!

Wisely they both rolled away from each other to recover then quickly got to their feet. Immediately the began to pepper one another with body blows; the speed and intensity with which these lovelies battered each other was mind boggling.
Sounds of extreme battle rang out in the echoed venue; the shuffling of feet the thumping of hands, knees against tight supple flesh. Radiant casing left obvious scarlet bruises noting where damage was done to each woman. The constant pugilism went on for an amazing five minutes without contravene; I was in awe.

Movement was not back and forth as one would expect; neither of these “golden Dahomey” would back up one inch. Hence they established their stances and literally went round and round with overt striations in their lovely legs and calves. In an amazing display of feminine vigor flawlessly curved glutei were gyratory and aquiver in harmony with every attack and counter as if their hindquarters were their primary sources of power.

After the five minutes of furious battling they rested forehead-to-forehead still circling (but still delivering the occasional blow to the back of the head or to the body) and now cursing one another; Trechelle in Spanish and Marie in Creole:

Marie:
comment sent-il la chienne ?
vous serez ma putain quand ceci plus de!

Trechelle:

¡usted debe tener puta gastada de los pañales porque estoy batiendo la mierda fuera de usted!

I would offer an interpretation but a gentleman should not say such things in mixed company.

Panting took on a whole new meaning as these sexy combatants danced in a circle trying to be the first to catch second wind.
Mammary and abs rhythmically moving as if they had minds of their own, all the while the sweet fluctuating motion of their ample glutei captured my imagination.

Trechelle being the superior athlete gained her second wind first, so suddenly with the quickness of a serpent she crashed her right hip into Marie’s upper right thigh then turned and bent her body for a devastating hip toss and slam to the hard bathroom floor. Contact of Marie’s mighty hindquarters to indoor pavement created a hideous slapping sound accompanied by a deep groan from Marrie. Usual squeaks and squeals one would hear in the typical “girl fight” was not present at all in this mêlée; as their apparel implied this was a contest between two ferocious wildcats.

Immediately after hitting the floor Marie sought to turn the tide by wrapping her beautiful python-like legs about her opponent while Trechelle was attempting to parley her headlock into a triangle lock choke hold. Marie pressed her knuckles against Trechelle’s neck, seeking some relief and Trechelle resorted to arching her body sideways hoping to accomplish one or two goals:
To press Marie’ s head so hard against the floor that Marie would submit or to secure the tranglelock cutting off Marie’s oxygen until she was unconscious.

Swiftly when Trechelle was making the arching movement about the third time Marie slipped her left leg beneath Trechelle and locked in a rib crushing scissor hold. Immediately Trechelle sought to escape but the Creole’s hold was secure and devastating cracking one rib and bruising two others.

Lesser women would have yielded at this point but Trechlle’s stamina and determination was nothing less than Amazonian. By this time both women were utterly swathed in perspiration, which made it easier for Trechelle to twist her injured torso into a chest-to-chest position. Once in position Trechelle moved her thighs frontward and rocked herself into a squat and then slowly stood erect thinking she could dash Marie into the edge of a stall.
However Marie was way ahead of her and when Trechelle became erect and delivered a sweet flip smacking Trechelle’s moist frame to the floor like a wet rag. Before Trechelle could let out a good groan Marie raised her to her feet by her tress then applied a crushing bear hug trapping one and a half of Trechelle’s arms between them. Marie then charged Trechelle into one of the stalls ramming her back into the flushing apparatus of the commode. Marie then braced her feet behind her on the opposite edges of the stall door and pressed her body into Trechelle’s creating right angle of woe.

At this point thought it would be over soon :
Mekeba:
“she ain’t commin’ back from that!”
Deacon:
“does not look like it but she isn’t showing any signs of quitting either”
Mekeba:
“We’ll see”

While we were giving our commentary amid Trechelle's moans of anguish, Trechelle was working her right arm out of Marie’s clutch.
Once her arm was free she instantly started pounding Marie’s left collarbone with her elbow. Now things were even again and it was a matter of who would last; the pounding and the pressing went on for more than six minutes. Just when it seemed Trechelle was growing tired of raising and dropping her elbow into the clavicle of her nemesis Marie’s vigorous thighs began to tremble along with her flawlessly spherical glutei.

This break in Marie’s power hold inspired Trechelle to intensify her bone to bone assault until Marie’s feet slid to the floor.
Trechelle wasted no time ; she grabbed and twisted Marie’s left tricepmuscle and simultaneously she arched her aching back relieving pressure and gaining leverage. One mighty thrust freed the Trinidadian beauty and she went to work clamping on a front face lock with little resistance from Marie because her left arm was disabled. Once on her feet Trechelle began to slam Marie about in the small enclosure also occasionally pounding on Marie’s back with her free fist. Marie though handicapped was by no means inactive she continued to battle hook punching Trechelle’s kidney.
Evidently Trechelle thought it better to fight in the open again so she dragged Marie out of the stall and back to the center of the floor where she fell back and dropped Marie on the crown of her head. “If she can’t think she can’t act” Trechelle later told me was her thinking so she continued a series of devastating slams involving head trauma until she heard Marie start to babble accompanied with yo-yo like spittle.

Finally Marie was on her knees and trying to crawl away from Trechelle next idea for her suffering and Trechelle with her hand on her hips panting like a winded track star after several events was pacing behind her racking her brain trying to think of a finishing move. Nothing worked and time was running out , Trechelle followed Marie around the room punishing her with different acts of physical cruelty but the Creole girl would not give up.
Both women were the worse for the wear but Marie was the worst off; her arm dislocated hair, her ribs bruised and broken multiple abrasions on her breasts, stomach, back and limbs, her collarbone cracked, multiple hematomas on the back and sides of her head and to add insult to injury the were patches of her hair snatched out.

Cruelty was not Trechelle’s usual MO even against an opponent who she disliked as much as she did Marie. However Marie with her one good arm would occasionally deliver a blow that gave Trechelle pause; causing her to remember the words of Myamoto Musashi who said “if you do not defeat your enemy’s spirit, your enemy can come from near death and kill you”. So Trechelle was relentless; slamming Marie’s head into walls kneeing her in the ribs and shutting Marie’s breasts in the stall doors.

Marie was out on her feet but when knocked down she would never stay down she finally wandered toward her purse with Trechell in hot pursuit thinking desperation would cause her to use a foreign object.

Marie knocked the purse down off the ledge and spilled the content on the floor, exhausted Marie down on all fours following
Her belongings.
All of our eyes bucked for a lack of a better term at what we saw….
Marie promised that when she won she had something in her purse that Trechelle would enjoy.

The only polite way to describe what we saw is to say it was a “pleasuring prosthetic” that one would wear about the hip. At this point it became clear that the ugly rumor about Trechelle being a “Bi” and having an affair behind her man’s back with a co-worker was started by non-other than Ms. Devereux.

What happened next was determined by that vicious lie and the unthinkable humiliation that Marie had in store for Trechelle.
We could not interfere now because Marie had broken the rules , so whatever happened, happened.

Marie realized that it “was on now” as the young people say so she darted for the nearest wall jamming her dislocated shoulder back in to place(knowing she would need use of both arms) with an ungodly scream ; “Oh F()@%!”

Marie then turned toward Trechelle and they charged at on another screaming their last battle cries. I would love to give you blow-by-blow commentary but the action was so fast and furious even I could scarcely keep up. After much pugilistic and grappling give and take I can only tell you how it ended; if your stomach is sensitive or if you are faint of heart don’t listen..cause it went a lil som’ like theyis! :

The scene was like that of the first fight scene in the latest addition of “James Bond’s Casino Royale” you know with the cracked porcelain and the water is squirting everywhere? The floor was varnished with the curious mixture of sweat, tears spittle and blood. Marie was on all fours again but this time mounted by Trechelle who was wearing Marie’s “paraphernalia” and using her Tiger Prints as a bridle. Thrusting and plunging was intense, deep and cruel until we heard Marie cry out like a broken slave, “I’m your B!%@#! I’m your B!%@#! I’m your B!%@#! Please let me go Ms. Veronique! ”

Trechelle washed and got dressed while Mekeba attended to Marie. Stopping at the door as if she forgotten something
Trechelle turned slowly, placed her $400. “Bulgari Swarovski sunglasses” and simply said, “Bon Voyage, Chienne”