Makeba’s Butterfly Effect
Purple Lady and Friends vs. Bakweri

“In a chaotic system, the ability of miniscule changes in initial conditions (such as the flap of a butterfly's wings) to have far-reaching, large-scale effects on the development of the system (such as the course of weather a continent away).”
One Week Earlier…………
“When the lights came up Mahogany’s eyes opened wide and she tore into her next opponent like a Dahomey warrior in their last battle with France. The woman she faced was a smooth dark chocolate skinned beauty from The Cameroon’s named Celeste Jean-Benet Duala….. Celeste was a hot broken heap of sweat-glazed flesh by now and there was only one thing left. Mahogany spun the Nubian beauty around on her back did an about face and then dropped into a libidinous facial matchbox pin employing her internal strength for the head dribbling ten count which necessitated her being rushed to the emergency room.”….This was Makeba’s Butterfly Effect Makeba being a natural architect of eventualities she knew that Adrienne Duala’s little sister being defeated and humiliated by an African American and consequently sent to the local hospital would send consequences and repercussions across the seas from far away Bakweri land in the Cameroons.

Makeba Brown General Manager at CompuTech wanted the ladies in her secret fight club to be tested by a true international fighting champion. Her operation being illegal she could only facilitate this by having said champion’s little sister destroyed. Ultimately Makeba wanted her greatest warrior tested; Ms. Trechelle Veronique of Trinidad’s Purple Ladies Karate & Jiu Jistu Dojo.

After hearing from her lookout that Adrienne Duala visited her younger sibling in Herman Memorial in the Med Center. Makeba asked her building security company for a special guard detail that she would hand pick for battle with the big Bakweri beauty.

Adrienne did a reckless Tokyo Drift up the ramp of the parking garage and then preformed a hook-slide into the back door entrance no doubt burning inches of rubber in the process. It was 2AM the glass double doors were unlocked and the guard was not at his post giving the expected warrior princess easy access to the building. Not trusting what she would find Adrienne avoided the elevator and cautiously took to the stairs leading to the third floor cafeteria which was empty of people but full of tables chairs and vending machines. Still there was plenty of room to fight.

Adrienne crossed the room to the opposite side to try a reinforced steel door there; it was locked. Out of frustration she began to knock and scream; “Bring her to me! Bring the little Kirdi American b!%@#! who hurt my sister!
Suddenly a voice came from above her, “Miss Duala my name is Makeba Brown. I am the employer of your sister Celeste and the young lady she fought and lost to in a fair match. That being said I am aware of your reputation of a grappler and I would love for you to test some of my fighters. If you defeat them all then I will release the young lady to you to see if you can exact your revenge or if she defeats you as well.”
“Why should I agree to such foolishness ?! Adrienne bellowed
“Simply because I have recorded you breaking into my place of business after hours threatening bodily harm; the police and the immigration officials would be interested in the recording, I’m sure.” Adrienne calmed down her face curled into a menacing frown and her hands on her hips.
“I will send an emissary to explain the rules of each encounter, you will be given ample time to rest between bouts which will include First Aide and water ; because you face a gauntlet you can request more time.” “My emissary will be with you shortly.” Adrienne struck an impatient pose three fee from the door with her massive arms folded. Adrienne was 5’9 1/2”, 1809lbs of smooth chocolate feminine muscularity, her solid well-formed sinewy limbs said power and her immense globular breasts and buttocks said “all woman”. About two minutes later the door open and a smartly dressed petite young woman in a Black JC Penny’s Framed Skirt Suit from the Le Suit Collection walked through, she was a fashion model’s 5’8” , with a small muscular built like that of a distance runner except her gift of copious grapefruit like mammary and a taut spherical track star’s butt riding a top two petite but well formed sinewy legs that culminated into rhombus wrought calves. She was carrying a black Aspinal Vintage Document Case with a platinum fastener.

“Hello Ms. Duala, my name is Courtney Pettigrew; I have some forms for you to fill out concerning tonight’s events. They guarantee mutual benefit of all parties concerned. First if you are injured and have to be hospitalized in tonight’s matches or later as a result of tonight’s events Ms. Brown will pay all expenses, hospitalization, recovery, lost wages, travel, room and board. Ms. Brown only has one request”
“And that is? Requested Adrienne.
“that she can record the conflicts..Now if you’ll just sign here” Courtney said as she began to unzip the folder ….abruptly Adrienne slapped the folder out of Courtney’s hand and across the room against the wall.

Courtney only flinched slightly then turned toward the fallen dossier, sauntered unhurriedly toward it, picked it up then gave it a protracted emblematic dusting off. Courtney turned back toward the Bakweri and got nose to nose with her and said in a scorched whisper; “it is clear that you are not interested in what I have to say and that’s fine I like you raw and I wish you all the best in your matches. If you vanquish all your opponents I wish to take you on so that I can make your big black African @$$! My B!%@#!
Adrienne smiled in a devilish fashion “Win lose or draw I would be honored to crush your little American Kirdi @$$!. Courtney did an about face walked towards the door and shouted; “your first opponent will be a boxer; good luck b!%@#!”

The door slammed and two minutes later in walked Juliette Trudeau, a sun colored athletic beauty, 5’9”, 165lbs with virtually no body fat, this red bone had a whole inch more in her reach than her African opponent, an eight pack accompanied by rock hard thighs and what the comedian Martin Lawrence called “an over muscular @$$!” Juliette walked into her throwing piston-like jabs that rendered trickles blood quickly from Adrienne’s nose and mouth. After her borage of jabs began a stylish assortment of hooks crosses and upper cuffs circling the firm ebon lady grappler. Adrienne was swinging also but Ms.Trudeau’s defensive skills and speed was as remarkable as her punishing offense.

What amazed Juliette was that Adrienne did not fall after five minutes of her some of her best blows; Juliette was actually getting tired of dancing and hitting her. Juliette decided to stand in front of the Bakweri warrior and go blow for blow; she figured she could knock Adrienne out easily after her borage of jabs, hooks, and crosses. She knew that no mere human could withstand her concentrated hooks, upper cuffs and body blows at close range so she maneuvered herself in front of Adrienne pressed her forehead against the big Cameroonian’s forehead and they commenced exchanging the most damaging strikes I have ever seen from two women.

Juliette made one crucial error; she opted for trading blows with Adrienne who had never once in her life been knocked out or even had the wind knocked out of her. In short the Bakweri was never in her life incapacitated during battle and what is worse she has since she was a child crushed every foe.

They went ‘tit for tat’ for a full fifteen minutes banging, smashing each other from short ribs to mammary ending then beginning again at the jaw bones.
Mingled blood, sweat, tears spit and snot poured into a puddle beneath them as they cursed, groaned squealed and cried out in their dance of pain. Eventually the golden Creole’s arms grew weary and began to lower and when they did Adrienne struck and struck hard ; she gripped Juliette’s left breast with her left hand and delivered a torso twisting head snapping and jaw breaking right hook that knocked Juliette out before she hit the floor. Adrienne did not seek to humiliate her fallen opponent because she considered her worthy of honor so she simply dragged her by her red tress to the door, knocked and then stepped back and waited for Ms. Pettigrew.

Courtney emerged once again to a casual glance at the fallen yet beautiful Creole pugilist and commented looking at her 18k white gold sapphire with bezel on a blue strap Chopard Women’s  Casmir watch; “hmm less than 30 minutes, impressive.” “You have fifteen minutes for recovery and refreshing then your next opponent will be a Nigerian Ugep wrestler….”enough! Barked the Bakweri. “As you wish” replied Courtney bowing slightly and backing to the door with a Cheshire cat grin.

The next thing the door opened and with a flash a size twelve foot smacked the Bakweri warrior woman in the face and knocked her back several feet rendering her unconscious. Next Adrienne awoke to the most perplexing and uncomfortable situation; a long lean sinewy female was slapping her while sitting on her chest in a Lotus Position with her extensive legs wrapped about Adrienne’s substantial mammary, stuffed as if to erupt between the thighs and lengthy equilateral support sway.

“Bakweriiiiiiii! Wakee Wakeee! Bakweri I am so very sorry I cheated. I just wanted to see if I could knock your big @$$! Out with one swift kick; I heard you had never been knocked cold before…” at this point Adrienne was trying to free herself by wiggling and bridging but to no avail for the giant Ugep’s curious hold was too tight and she weighed more than one would expect a lean woman would. “So sorry to be so rude Bakweri my name is Chigianu, that’s Chee Gyah Newww; I heard you people did not catch on too easily” she quipped with a Cheshire cat grin. “I represent the Ugep people in Nigeria; I have come to defeat you in order to quash the vicious rumor that you primitive Bakweri’s are the greatest wrestlers in the world. What a terrible burden it must be for you to carry the weight of that lie”. Well be that as it may I’m gonna’ release you and give you twenty minutes to recover ; the powers that be know all about it”; she informed Adrienne as she unfolded her teat filled bowtie and arose from the Cameroonians’ chest and exited the room.

The twenty minutes could not go by fast enough by for Adrienne; she had plans for the lofty Ugep Nigerian and they all involved pain and humiliation.
Adrienne always hated Nigerians but she could never express exactly why until the moment she regained consciousness with one on her chest with her breasts tied in a knot.

The statuesque Ugep stepped through the door a few feet then she and the thick Bakweri bent over at the waste with arms outstretched to the sides of their impressive bodies then they pressed their foreheads against each other’s until the their necks bulged with perspiring striations. Their succulent thighs and spherical glutei quavered with power as they pressed one another reverse and frontward. Adrienne got the worst of this test of strength because of her huge luscious mammary dragging across the cold coarse floor.

However Adrienne did not give in and her superior vigor pressed the insolent Ugep girl backwards and eventually spiraled her extended sinew striated trunk to the floor with an @$$! Smacking thud and an accompanying grunt. Immediately Chi hooked Adrienne’s head and cinched the side headlock to immobilize the sexy russet warrior princess. Adrienne then responded by hooking Chi’s under thigh and driving Chi’s knee and foreleg towards Chi’s own face in a half cradle hold while ramming her elbow into the gigantic girl’s visage. Chi used her other limb to hammer her heel into Adrienne’s kidney area; the pain dished out was reciprocal and relentless.

For the next moments of the battle there was an equal trading of locks, butts, slams and NFL-like body checks that would have most men in tears but only embolden these colossal feminine combatants. Chi’s limbs were not stronger than Adrienne’s but they were much longer and suppler. While they both were on all fours grappling for superior embrace; all their sinew twisting holds and counter holds were as plenteous as they were inventive.

Each combatant would take turns showing off strength endurance balance and flexibility for nearly a half hour. Finally Chi mounted Adrienne around the head with a constricting Figure Four Face-lock and an arm bar that extended Adrienne’s straight up and across her upper back. Meanwhile Chi’s WNBA sized hand palmed one of Adrienne’s glossy mammoth earthen toned breasts. If Chi could have held Adrienne in this position for a sustained period eventually she would have prevailed but she was not satisfied with just a win over a Bakweri wrestler she wanted to humiliate so she added the dreaded and usually illegal Oil Check employing the use of her digitus tertius soiling the Bakweri warrior’s own wrestling sarong.

Adrienne was contorted and assaulted like a new prisoner in a maximum security women’s prison evident by her vociferous and sonorous groaning. Adrienne’s entire body indicated her distress; perspiring as if she was bleeding, sweat from every pore like blood, her muscle riddled epigastria working as if she was doing a thousand crunches, her large glutei, thighs, legs and calves aquiver in symphonic movement as if she had fever made this fact evident. Adrienne tried to escape the humiliating hold by raising her mighty glutei and balancing herself on the balls of her feet but escaping Chi’s elongated grip seemed impossible. That method of escape was indeed impossible; it would take something truly innovative to escape what seemed to be the perfect submission hold.
Adrienne’s groaning subsided and simultaneously she lowered her self in a prostrate position. “Good good Bakweri don’t fight it ...you belong to Mama now” ; The arrogant Ugep grappler said this while cruelly tightening her thigh lock on Adrienne’s head and deepening her grip to the knuckle.

“Beware of Greeks bearing gifts” ;Invading Troy was sheer strategic genius on the part of the Greeks and the genius of Adrienne Duala was that she allowed the Ugep to invade fully then she locked up her anal walls snapped her glutei to the right and broke Chi’s finger at the knuckle turning it into a right angle ..”Ahhh! F()@%! Screamed Chi as she yanked her hand away from the crest of Adrienne’s substantial pliant posterior. Sharp and sudden pain caused the tall Ugep fighter to release her combination of holds and to roll away seeking to recover.

Recovering was not an option because by the time Chi arose holding her injured digit; Adrienne tackled and drove her into the deck like someone in the way of Anthony Muñoz at chow time. Chi was now experiencing a new kind of pain; the wind was knocked out of her and when she tried to catch it she found that her three broken ribs were a major obstruction. The term someone was “all over” someone else came to life as the Cameroonian Battle Queen melted into “a can of extra strength Whoop @$$!” And poured herself all over the Nigerian. Adrienne rolled the tall girl into a match box pin then repeatedly Power Bombed Chi all around the hard floor until there were blood smears here and there. We sent four guards (all women) into the room to rescue their fallen comrade; Chi was through fighting, through talking and through bookin’. Adrienne was not through she grabbed Chi by the ears dragged her to a corner inverted her then planted her elbow as deep into Chi’s vulva as she could until the guard s pulled her away and took Chi to West Houston Emergency Center.

Suddenly a voice came from the sound system, an accent the was not easily discernable, good morning Ms. Duala. You battles were nothing less than magnificent I look forward to meeting you in combat. The style will be the oldest known to our peoples;

“Where are you Kirdi B!%@#!?!” demanded Adrienne balling up fists, flexing her impressive biceps and looking upward and around the ceiling.

“You are no doubt exhausted from your ordeals and I will not take advantage.” We will send in our medical and hospitality staff for your comfort, let you rest for a few hours then before dawn we will meet on the floor. If you get past me then we will give you the young woman who defeated you sister.”

“I want you know B!%@#!” Demanded the big beautiful Cameroonian pointing to a spot in front of her.

Despite her protest the staff came in and provided Adrienne with First Aid, nourishment and a cushions to rest on. Adrienne’s acquiescence did not take long she soon saw the logic and she finally rested.

Time moved slowly as time does but as it also does time came at the stroke of 5:00am Trechelle Veronique entered the room:

The red curly haired Trechelle had the body of a fitness model but recently she sculpted it into so much more concentrating on her lower half from which most of her strength came. Trechelle is a 5’6” 140lbs, 36x23x39 Brick-House and sexy as always; her 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 is a cascading of soft rippling golden feminine musculature. Getting back to the beautiful Trini-Gal’s lower half: it’s 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. As for the qualifications she was the epitome of a Purple Lady. 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". Recently she mastered MMA fighting using only men and larger women as sparing partners and she also indulged herself in power lifting. The Tri-gal was more that equal to the task.
Adrienne however was not impressed, in fact she was insulted; “Is this what I have waited all this time for?!”
Trechelle said nothing instead she just walked toward her massive russet skinned adversary with her hands extended signaling the classic collar-n-elbow tie up. They clench and began the dance; Adrienne planned to quickly push the small golden fighter girl onto her backside but soon realized that Trechelle was no push-over (pun intended) in fact she was the strongest opponent yet. After this no words were spoken there was only the sound of flesh and bone slapping against flesh and bone and various immovable objects (the floor the walls)

They came to a standstill, locked in a tight chocolate and butterscotch swirled Collar –N-Elbow knot with their lower halves in forward stances. Their beautiful striated torsos quaked, the tips of their exquisite ample chest organs animated, except for their combat instigated rigidity; while their spherical perspiration glazed stumps flexed in counteracting motion to establish superior potency. When they realized that the other was not going to be pushed back they sought more strategic methods of gaining the upper hand; they began to twist and turn one another changing their from the forward stance to a classic Nubian Double Tripod Ram Clasp; forehead, neck and shoulders pressed contra the other, legs in triangular stance, beautiful V-shaped backs dipped but elongated and their glutei elevated and gyratory with some nuanced syncopation.

After a while pushed away from the stalemate to try new plans of attack involving attempted leg take downs and body slams. Their speed was blinding but they finally locked again Adrienne seemed to have the advantage first with a firm front face lock but Trechelle came closer clamped on a double butt cheek clasp and Power flexed the big girl over her head then spun around and went down with her. Trechelle was on top crossing Adrienne’s body for leverage with a tight headlock. Adrienne countered with a push block under Trechelle’s chin stretching her neck exposing her pronounced corroded while her own head exposed a sizeable vein arose from the center of her cranium.

Seeking escape from Trechelle’s vice-like grip Adrienne bridged using only the power of her sturdy neck. Trechelle responded by enhancing her press converting into a low triangular incline balanced on the balls of her feet weighted by her strapping upper body and fortified by her brilliantly tremendous glutei. Sexy grunting increased from both combatants as they sought to dominate. Their abdominal assembly oscillated in an epigastrian waltz that began at the base of their sternums and ended at their crest of their V’s while there well-formed cuisse and bumps supported their Amazonian effort. Eventually they mutually broke from this physical conundrum both scuffling into all fours; heads lowered avant-bras masculin flexing and alluring tails elevate like cats ready to pounce.
Pounce they did delivering Nubian styled head-butts and teat-slaps as they growled with every blow; then they returned d to the original tight knot but this time on their knees. (My well known pathological thirst for feminine combat was almost satisfied . The glistening Chocolate and Butterscotch swirl of their feminine muscularity was like nothing I had ever had the pleasure and honor of seeing before and I was thankful; I wanted them both) Because Adrienne was the taller of the two she had natural advantage in this position. Trechelle realizing this immediately adjusted her lower half into a riding horse squat stance and Adrienne followed suit. So knee-to-knee with their vigorous thighs ‘aflex’ and their brilliantly muscled succulent spherical African glutei gyratory they engaged in what would be the last struggle for dominance. With every grunt, groan gyration and sinewy contraction they we nothing less than magnificent.

This last contest was to be determined by stamina , balance , rhythm, will and skill. While on the balls of their feet their knees pressed and banged against the other’s stabilized by their V-shaped back to shoulder construction and generated with power delivered through their thighs originating in their magnificent rotating gluteus maximum. Cadance was the key to success and The Trini-Gal had the key she changed the rhythm of her movement so many times that the Cameroonian grappler could not keep up and lost her balance and fell backwards. Trechelle took immediate advantage knowing that Adrienne’s recovery could mean the match; Trechelle shoved her knuckle under the soft part of Adrienne’s face just beyond her chin driving her back then she sprung into her left shoulder with her left knee dislocating the shoulder. For the for time the Bakweri bellowed in pain but before she could finish her Aria of distress The Purple Lady delivered four head strikes to her nose which rendered an explosion in blood and temporary blindness. Temporary blindness and confusion that lasted just long enough for Trechelle to dig into Adrienne’s dark tress and sling her massive body into the nearest wall several time further devastating her condition by knocking the wind out of her. Trechelle then hoisted her to her feet then like a python wrapped herself around the big African in a Japanese Abdominal Stretch Hold commonly known as The Octopus ( Trechelle’s left leg held Adrienne in a crushing Thigh lock while she used her right leg in a half grapevine around Adrienne’s left leg to stabilize the standing hold and twisted Adrienne’s torso at the waste. With her left armed she barred Adrienne’s one good arm at the elbow). Then Trechelle stretched Adrienne’s right breast towards her left hand so that she could claw the teat and stretched it like a plastic bag full of meal. Lastly but definitely not least Trechelle took her free hand and clamped on the most vicious pelvic lock the beautiful Cameroonian wrestler could ever imagine ; puckering lower labium, inflecting unnatural pain on the one spot that the virgin Bakweri warrior had never known pleasure .

The Trini-Gal took no chances with her legendary African opponent;, once she had her in position she locked her body for the delivery of maximum pain. Trechelle knew that any reasonable fighter would give in to fight another day but she was not fight any other warrior she was fighting Ms. Adrienne Duala Queen of all Bakweri Warriors who could only be defeated by knockout or death. So as she constricted Adrienne in every way possible she listened carefully to the sounds of the vanquished; Uhh! Uhh! …uhhhhhhh……. Then she release her half limp quivering, bleeding, stretched and broken as Adrienne had done so many other foes before this. Now Trechelle flipped Adrienne over onto her back and then delivered the second indignity that Adrienne had never thought she would experience …the flavor of another woman’s carnal knowledge in “dix rotations”. Hence the fall of a great warrior at the hands of a greater one..
Ms. Trichelle Veronique The Trini-Gal of The Purple Ladies .

It was a year before Makeba heard from Adrienne or her little sister but when she did they asked for something that made my mouth water; a no holds barred tag team match against Trechelle and the partner of her choosing.