Round Two
Roxey St. James vs. Trechelle Veronique
Air Strike
The next venue was a room, just a room 10 squared; didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was the outcome.
Trechelle’s full yielding auburn tress was pulled back into a pony tail to keep it out of her face her heaving mango –like breasts gave a thriving look to her red sports bra and Trechelle’s matching Brazilian bikini bottom displayed her generous globular glutei which quivered with capability and expectancy of combat. The Trini Gal was ready and even if she was not...She looked good!
Not to be outdone Ms. Roxey “Mama Don’t Take No Mess” St. James was wearing a cutoff T-Shirt still tied tight with a knot that served two purposes:
1. To boost and exhibit those plump silken doppelgangers she so modestly referred to as breasts.
2. To showcase her finely sculpted abdominal musculature that waterfall into her precious V.
Roxey’s impeccably spherical and velvety chocolate mounds gave open challenge to Trechelle’s configuration. Hence the battle began before the first move was ever made. Though Roxey knew she had the upper hand because of her surprise air strike she also knew that the skilled determined and experience Trinidadian fighter girl would turn the fight around if she relented.

Round Two
Roxey St. James vs. Trechelle Veronique
Air Strike

The rules were simple all wrestling moves legal, all hand strikes open and all foot strikes to the body only. No moves until the signal and the first move must be a chest bump. They started in the middle of the room nose to nose and talking noise:
Trechelle: Ready for another @$$! Whoopin’?
Roxey: Banana Boat Cocoanut @$$! B!%@#!, you only proved that you are half Orca!
Trechelle: Maybe true but this Orca devoured yo’ weak seal @$$!
Roxey: We are on dry land now B!%@#! I got something for ya’
Trechelle: Bring it C()|\|%!....The alarm sounded they separated with the chest bump about two and a half feet….
…..Before Trechelle could crouch into a ready position Roxey took to the air in one mighty bound and thrust her feet into the island beauty’s chest knocking her back into the wall and knocking the air out of her lungs. Then with the speed of a great cat Roxey stomped Trechelle in the solar plexus before she could recover and stand on her feet thwarting any hopes of diaphragmatic rejuvenation.

Round Two
Roxey St. James vs. Trechelle Veronique
Air Strike
Roxey then ripped at the Trini gals gorgeous mane pulling her into a front face lock , then a DDT and settling into a figure four body lock /face lock combo. Trechelle responded with a double deep tissue abdominal claw. Both women snarled, wailed, moaned and swayed their bodies back and forth like an alto duet in a Blues Opera. Trechelle’s head was trapped between Roxey’s head and rib cage and the sinewy flexing of Trechelle’s forearms combined with Roxey vociferous grunting and cursing indicated literal gut-wrenching pain the Trini Gal was inflicting in return.
The difference in their exchange was not in the pain index but the vital stress; Roxey struck fist bringing her full weight to bear on a major part of Trechelle’s breathing apparatus then finish the rest with the kick to her solar plexus, after which Roxey cut off all hope of recovery by constricting Trechelle’s corroded and her epigastria. In short limited blood flow and limited air flow equals an unconscious state. What shocked us all and probably worried Roxey was that it took over seven minutes for Trechelle to pass out. Trechelle arms finally went limp and her growling turned to airy hissing so Roxey rolled the Trini Gal on to her back and she rolled away from Trechelle holding her abdomen and to her chagrin whimpering uncontrollably. We would learn that though Roxey subdued Trechelle it was not without cost; Trechlle’s grip bruised ribs and muscle tissue that had to be attended to by our medical staff before they would have their next bout. Be that as it may mighty Trechelle fell to… Roxey “Mama Don’t Take No Mess” St. James’ Air Strike
By Deacon