Tiffany Cobb vs. Sasha Fierce
“Beat Her Up Style”
By Deacon

Sexy singer BEYONCE KNOWLES had better watch her back - chart rival BLU CANTRELL wants her rapper boyfriend JAY-Z.
BREATHE singer Blu admits on the DVD to accompany her second album BITTERSWEET she has a great admiration for the ROC-A-FELLA rapper.
She coos, "Just for the record I have a major crush on Jay-Z. I have a really big crush on him, I'll tell you that much. He's such a honey. He's just a doll baby. I don't care who he is dating - I've always had a crush on him."
Blu adds of rumors she and the New York native already had a sexual relationship in the past, "All I know is that we've hung out a couple of times and that we're friends and that's it. People saw us in public and just assumed."
She's also aware CRAZY IN LOVE singer Beyonce's romance with the BIG PIMPIN' rapper is more than just a fling; "I think they're in love, I really do think they're in love."
But Blu insists the pair's romantic bond wouldn't put her off if the rapper ever propositioned her.
She admits, "I wouldn't turn it down, let's just put it that way!"
02/09/2003 21:25
Such tabloid foolishness and gossip never fazed Ms. Beyonce’ Giselle Knowells; her parents and her handlers taught her better at a very young age. However there was a part of Beyonce’ deep down in her dark psyche or soul as it were that could not would not let it go….Sasha.
“Ring!” “Ring”…Hello?
Hello Porno B!%@#!
Who is this?!
It’s B
Oh! What took you so long to get up your courage? Ran out of Jack B!%@#!?
“Let’s get to it...you think you can take my man cause you think you got some sorta’ magic p()$$%!..Tell you what ..I kick yo’ nasty lil @$$! Snatch yo’ nasty lil p()$$%! Out from between yo’ legs end yo Nympho ADD so you can turn your attention back to the lil peace of S#!%! career of yours?!
Look Daddy’s girl all this jaw jackin’ is boring me how we gonna do this?
Deacon
OK let Deacon set it up
Fine
The difficult thing about a celebrity match is ditching the Paparazzi, the second is keeping them from disfiguring each other and the third is getting physicians and plastic surgeons to cover them up when they do. Luckily I had these things covered because of my years of experience. However when two women hate each other as much as Beyonce’ and Blu well let’s just say even I can be surprised.
Before they were engaged and even dating Jay-Z allegedly met Blu in the South of France for a romantic weekend. Since that time he has taken his wife Beyonce’ there on several occasions and though consciously it never bothered B her subconscious where Sasha dwells was in upheaval to say the least. From time to time Sasha would visit Beyonce in a horrible dream appearing as her reflection; dressed in 19th century show girl attire New Orleans style in the mirror telling Beyonce’ that she could “smell the stench of the little freckled face porn whore’s c()^%! Whenever they visited Corsica and the only way to wipe the smell away was to beat her little @$$! Half to death then snatch her nasty little p()$$%! Out and throw it in the Mediterranean”. Tina, her mother said it was something she ate; her therapist said it was just a manifestation of her anxiety about her show biz relationship with Jay-Z. Beyonce’s pastor told her it was the devil and her great aunt Nadage said it was the Dereon Curse manifesting it’s self in her life. Beyonce’ had not been visited by Sasha for some time and was at peace with the idea that Sasha was gone for good. Whether a morsel of food, intense worries or demonic activity it seemed Sasha was not only back but she had had taken over. Beyonce’s workout routine became insane to say the least: 20 miles of cardio 5 days a week running walking and swimming; 3 hours of weights 5 days a week, MMA training, boxing judo and jiu jitsu. She spent a scary amount of time locked in her room in front of her mirror; not primping but talking...and answering back...in another voice…..the voice of none other than Giselle Suzette Monet aka Sasha Fierce… The Mistress of Pain.
Because of their passion and their wealth finding a theme and an interesting venue for the fight was to say the least a treat. This battle was to be a Room to Room No Holds Barred Humiliation Submission or Knockout Match. The venue was a glamorous renovated historic hotel at a prestigious urban address. Two floors were rented such that neighbors might not be disturbed and the authorities would not be called.
Both ladies were brought to the top of the Midtown structure’s private heliport by a mutual friend’s Mercedes-Benz Style EC145 Luxury Helicopter who was one of what we called the “chosen few”. The ‘chosen few” were a select group of clientele who were allowed to view the celebrity matches because they knew the value of secrecy and because they had at least $25000 in cash or favors to help advance the match :Blu was wearing a Baby Blue garter with no bra and Beyonce’

The battle started in the elegant apartment lobby called the Great White Room; you may be wondering how we pulled that off. I simply rented it for the night from management who told the other tenants that it was being rentavated over the weekend and that they had to enter their lofts from the garage entrance. Standing between the two gorgeous vixens attempting to explain the rules of the match when like a cat Blu reached across my chest and sneaked Beyonce’ in the left corner of her mouth with head snapping over-hand-right to which Beyonce’ responded covering her bleeding mouth and backing away a few steps; “Awe $#!%! That’s what I’m talkin’ about B!%@#!”. Hands were raised and they collided then rolled over a large Redwood table and began ripping at one another on the floor. They did not stay grounded long they went down swinging and kicking and came up the same. Beyonce’ did not capitalize on her obvious advantage; longer limbs. So they went tit- for- tat laying squatting and standing; Beyonce’ was bending at the waist to accommodate mutual combat. Their hair was braided tight; Beyonce’s Amber tress and Blu’s black streaked honey blonde and mane were both glazed with petroleum jelly to protect them from Sudden Baldness B!%@#! Snatch Sendrom. The entangled beauties spun furiously about the room bouncing off of every piece of furniture like a pin ball.
Beyonce’s 5’7” leggy stature -34 (bust) 26 (waist) 38 (hips) VS. Blu’s even stature 5’7”, 36D [bust] 24 [waist]35 [hips]) measured up well. Female fighters who hate one another tend to aim for the body part that they think their enemy is most proud of or the part they are most jealous of; in this case both principles applied. So Beyonce’ went for Blu’s full, gravity defying, melon-like breasts and Blu clawed at Beyonce’s quivering Palomino –like gluteus. If we were blind the growling, screaming and spanking sounds echoing throughout the hall would give us a clear mental picture of the ero-sadistic action. Visually we observed two sun colored beauties locked in relentless battle, whirling like tops and inflicting crimson abrasions all over their peerless forms; primarily one woman’s tits and the other’s @$$!
After circling the foyer several times I estimated when they would pass the elevators and had the door open for them such that the skirmish emptied into the hoist. Blu was on top with a full body press; frequent head butts forehead to Beyonce’s crown, her large breast placed strategically to smother but to avoid being nibbled while her butt bounced atop Beyonce’s solar plexus knocking the wind out of the H-Town Beauty.
Though Beyonce’ is a quiet church going girl who fancies herself a Christian of sorts, the being that possessed her during this conflict was clearly not that type of lady. Sasha further distinguished herself by speaking only French during the battle;
« Oh vous chatte sans valeur renversant votre sang et vous amenez que la douleur m'apportent plus de joie que l'amour le plus passionné faisant. »
Blu retorted; “English B!%@#! English!”

Creativity in female combat is my forte and thinking of enhancements on the fly brings me great joy; so when they entered the elevator the doors shut the lights went off, the inferred cameras I installed came on the lift stopped alarm cam on and in the words of Jethro Beaudean them two gals commenced ta’ whompin’ on each other somethin’ fierce” in pitch blackness. Five minutes blind feminine rage past as they traded superior and inferior positions. When the door was finally open on the mezzanine they rolled out onto the floor shinning it with their backs butts and limbs, intertwined and contorting their lovely curvaceous bodies furiously.
Once again they fought their way to their feet, Blu locked on a standing side headlock secured with her chin pressed into the corner of Beyonce’s right eye. Action slowed because of the hold lacked nothing as far as intensity was concerned. Waltzing slowly about both women snarled the sweet resonance of hatred to each other. Pain was so excruciating at this point the H-town soprano my be singing a swan song but Sasha had fully besotted her so she only thought of rage and reversal. Hence she interlocked her fingers and pressed back against Blu’s cheek and nose countering Blu’s press and bringing their dance to a pain filled standstill.
Now it was a matter of who could administer and withstand the most pain to the other’s face respectively; they broke their hold simultaneously. Standing before each other huffing and puffing and gazing at their handiwork; a mouse under Beyonce’s eye and blood trickling from Blu’s nose down to her tasty lips and chin. By this time the sexy baby blue garter of Blu’s was disheveled and Beyonce’s gold and orange shorts were ripped down the middle unleashing her unparalleled golden ‘bootiliciousness’. Usually the humiliation would cause most women to cease combat but the odium between the two vixens superseded any shame they might feel. They caught a second wind about the same time then plowed into one another at about the same time and resumed the struggle spinning into a plush living room suite. In every open area between the leather seating they slapped each other’s bodies with every flip, throw and slam imaginable on the hardwood floors. On the last slam they took to the floor again Blu having the advantage with a kneeling front face lock converting into a humping scissor thigh lock on Beyonce’s head which was sticking out from between her legs. Beyonce’s red top was hanging by a strap and Blu made good use of it; quickly inverting herself and mounting Beyonce’s from the back while wrapping the bra around her neck for an eye bulging choke, her left knee in her back for balance and Blu used her right heel to tap at her ribs on the right side to distract her and take her breath away. Once Beyonce’ was sufficiently weakened Blu power slammed her onto the Mahogany coffee table locked a figure four leg bar laced Beyonce’s arms with her thighs and cut off her air by swathing Beyonce’s stunning visage with her subordinate labium and gyrating posterior.
Beyonce’ ceased to move and moan, Blu flexed herself several more times to make sure she had vanquished her and for personal satisfaction. Blu dismounted her and stood with hands on hips and scarred mammy heaving while taking a proud look at her handiwork. Suddenly Beyonce’s eye opened wide then she launched an upward panther fist to the tip of Ms. Cobb’s pelvic bone which raised Blu to the balls of her feet and cause her to release a note that would have put Mariah to shame. Blu also became rigid with the pain and fell backward like a Redwood but once she hit the floor she began to convulse. I would normally say that Beyonce was playing possum but I sincerely believe that Sasha brought her back...which means that the Demon Show Girl from 19th century Bourbon Street was in full control! Bye this time Beyonce was at least six feet in the air and coming down upon Blu with an Ong-Bak styled double Knee drop aimed directly at Blu’s massive but vulnerable mammary. The sound on contact was uncanny; flesh crashing into flesh until it met bone, air rushing from an inflated object and the beginning of the end. Beyonce’ then hoisted Blu by the hair raised her to her feet and began to walk her about occasionally tagging her with a body blow or a head butt to keep her off balance as she walked her back to the elevators.
Beyonce’ presses the up button then enters the lift with her foe , ogresses the number eight and continues her onslaught until they reach their next destination; the eighth floor loft. Continuing her stroll of sorrow into the Master Bedroom. I was not sure if it was Beyonce or Sasha that had the state of mind to keep the showmanship in the event but whoever it was I was thankful. Beyonce’s slung Blu by the hair across the Hand Carved Aged Regency Finished Mahogany Canopy Bed with olive colored tapestry flinging their moist embattled writhing golden bodies among the softness of down pillows and silk bedding. Remarkably Beyonce’ did not lose her edge because she managed to press Blu’s face smothering Blu as they rolled through the plush bedding plus occasionally smacking Blu’s forehead into posts headboard and footboard…the cameras loved this.
Though she was taking a severe beating Blu was not finished yet; once they came to their feet again Blu made a tackling move towards with a remarkable burst of strength Blu wrapped her arms backwards around Beyonce’s waist , hoists her up on her shoulder then plants her forcefully into the floor with a sweet Northern Lights Suflex. Blu followed her to the floor attempting a triangle face lock with one hooked leg and so they grappled as Beyonce’ hooked Blu’s head as well. Occasionally the threw body shots and clawed each other’s tits as they sought to cut off one another’s air and so the rolling and grappling continued. From time to time they would rest in a contorted body lock which only resembled humanity by pulsating epigastria amid twisted limbs.
Someone said that all great vixens think alike; they knew they were running out of gas and they both really wanted to hurt the other in ways that would be lasting so they shamelessly attacked each other’s vaginal areas but to no avail it was like the right hand did know what the left hand was doing literally. Finally Beyonce’ freed one of her legs and landed a knee into Blu’s left temple dazing her while she positioned Blu for the coupe de gras. Placed on an opponent correctly the Abdominal stretch can serve as either a submission hold or a setup hold for submission or devastation and it’s various torturous variations are even more effective when executed properly..
For the with aid from the bedpost at the footboard Beyonce dislocated Blu’s left arm then making use of her long dancer’s legs Beyonce’ snaked her lower limbs around Blu’s head and left leg, simultaneously using the silk sheets she locked in the invasive Oil Change maneuver bracing herself on the post until she was ready to convert the move into something more sinister…and she did. As soon as she was sure she had wrung all the agony of her initial hold like a dish rag Beyonce’ adjusted away from the post rolled onto her back maintaining the humiliating lock as Blu’s abdomen contracted trying to reconcile the invasion. Once the Oil check part of the combination was secure on the floor Beyonce’ relinquished the libidinous use of the plush bedding and changed the grip to the Kama Sutra Clamp creating a fresh type of anguish for the Afro-Italian princess…”Nooo no! No More!” whispered Blu forcefully but to no avail the Sasha part was not hearing it ; she was only listening for one thing ..the literal popping of the couchie. Sasha wanted Blu to think of pain every time she relieved herself or became intimate….
Blu-”AhhhhEeee! My P()$$%!”...(Crack!)... “No more I give, I give, I give” Beyonce’-« Aucun vous slut de porc dites ce que je veux entendre indiquer la chienne dites qu'elle l'indiquent ! »
Blu was pleading at this point knowing that medical attention was just a gesture away she pleaded with her mistress for instruction…”Anything, anything you want?!”
Beyonce’( Sasha)- Le slut BIEN jurent que vous ne toucherez jamais ce qui est des mines dit le monde que vous êtes ma chienne et manger de ma pâtisserie pour un compte dix…so Blu swore she would leave J-Z alone she shouted that she was the owned B!%@#! Of Beyonce’ Giselle Knowells and though she was still convulsing for the unspeakable pain in her pelvic region she lay level on her back to receive Beyonce’s lingering visage straddling ten count to end the battle……...If you are wondering why you have not heard from Ms. Tiffany Cobb aka Ms. Blu Cantrell in a good while ..this is one explanation: Because Sasha Beat Her Up Style