You Could Get A Smack For This
By Deacon

Background: Michelle’ and Trechelle had fought against each other several times before for my underground women’s fight club “The Battle Clan; this was how they became acquainted. Trechelle thought Michelle’ to be dishonorable because she achieved her many victories through what she considered to be unscrupulous means (Michelle’s favorite moves were invasive to say the least; the Kama Sutra Spear[jabbing the point of her foot into the crotch of her opponents), the Kama Sutra Claw[gripping the vaginal area of her opponents], various other crotch assaults such as The V Crack[clawing the pelvic bone of her opponents] and her most favorite hold was the dreaded Oil Check[ramming her middle finger into the anal cavity of her opponents and ridding their tailbones mercilessly]. Michelle always wore gloves because of the nature of these moves and she was hated by almost all other female fighters…she had no remorse…Trechelle who would never use these maneuvers [unless someone tried to use them on her forst]found her to be repugnant to say the least and Michelle’s felt that Trechelle ‘thought more of herself than she ought’..that she was “high and mighty”..plus she was never able to beat Trechelle One-On-One hence she hated The Trini Gal.
Something that all fighters have in common is that they will not tolerate disrespect under any circumstances, especially public disrespect real or perceived: Perception (from the Latin perceptio, percipio) is the process by which an organism attains awareness or understanding of its environment by organizing and interpreting sensory information. …Here is the trouble with perception ..you could be dead wrong; especially when it comes to someone you presuppositions about. In the early 1990’s Rapper/Producer Prnce Johnny C of the Original Ghetto Boyz out of Houston, Texas wrote a song concerning such perceived disrespect entitled “You Can Get A Smack For This For This”.

Such was the case with Michelle’ Deleon and Trechelle Veronique who were sworn bitter enemies; that story is boring so I will get to the point. Their last encounter was at the gym where they worked out ; though they despised one another they always followed protocol and spoke when they met. However Trechelle was surrounded by a crowd that she was addressing and a couple of folks were taller blocking her vision; also Michelle’ did not speak very loudly hence the Trini Gal did not hear the Latina-mix so Michelle’ thought she was slighted. The thought inside the sexy freckled faced bombshell’s head was typical; “ That B!%@#! Saw me”..next time I see her I gonna just slap the s#!%! out of her!”
Normally such a perceived slight would not have bothered Michelle so much but it came on the heels of a severe butt whoopin Trechelle had given her and frankly she wanted a chance at revenge. Michelle’ s ego would never let her admit that being defeated by anyone was anything more than a fluke.
The gym they attended had a steam room that was not functional accept that people who had beef would settle their differences at the end of the night while the cleaning staff was doing their work elsewhere.
Trechelle was packing her things after her shower , on her way out when suddenly Michelle’ appeared in front of her and without a word slpped fire out of the Maroon Trini Gal leaving her hand print across her face. Michelle then did an about-face raised her left index finger and wiggled it beaconing Trechelle to follow her towards the abandoned steam room, Trechelle eagerly followed. Michelle’ walked quickly swung the door open so that Trechelle could cross the threshold easily then Michelle spun around and delivered another head snapping smack across the right side of the maroon island girls lovely face and without hesitation Trechelle responded.

Across Michelle’s freckled face starting at the left eye ending at the top of her lip; swelling both areas. After this a circling slap fest began; the strikes echoed throughout the empty room. Traditionally a slap boxing match the combatants seek to avoid getting hit while trying to hit their opponent as much as possible making the loudest sound possible in order to humiliate her in front of onlookers. In this case there were no onlookers, the combatants only sought to destroy.
Michelle’ change her attack moved to the side and released a breast slap stunning Trechelle and raising a scarlet whelp across her lower chest. This maneuver was curious in that it would naturally solicit a reciprocal response and in a chest slapping contest the buxom Michelle’ would have much more to lose. For one thing Trechelle’s hand speed , Trechelle’s hand size and Trechelle’ ability to generate power at short distances.
Trechelle rapidly struck Michelle’ five times with stinging backhand blows leaving scarlet hand prints on Michelle’s breasts complete with swollen lactating nipples. Michelle’ rushed towards Trechelle grabbing the Trini gal’s now wet curly red tress , ejexting herself forehead first and crashing into Trechelle majestic Coolie proboscis.
Though a bit stunned with blood trickling down her lips and the temporary blindness that comes from a sharp blow to the nose Trechelle seized her extended ebon mane and began a Philippine Slapping Match so intense one would think she invented the battle genre. Not to say that Michelle did not response in kind for indeed Trechelle had to “bring some to get some”. Whenever Michelle’ felt she was losing she turned up the momentum especially in the area of dirty tricks; though she had no qualms about using them but was in secret fear of having them used on her.

Trechelle on the other hand though she found things like crotch locks, oil checks and face sitting repugnant her only fear was losing because she could not continue. Hence as long as limbs were not broken, she has not been blinded or could not catch her breath she would be vindicated in the end; this was one of the keys to her success in battle.
Trechelle starts to work Michelle’s ear with the heel of her hand until Michelle gores from a ringing to a partial deafness with some trickle of blood. Spanking the freckled faced beauty about the face also gave the Trini Gal such a thrill that she began to talk to her foe in French: « Comment sent-il la putain ? Comment se sent-il ? Je vous enseignerai que pour ne pas mettre vos mains méchantes dans mon visage et quand je suis de finition vous serez ma chienne ! »

Michelle was returning fire moving her assault from Trechelle’s head and breasts to her V and though not knowing what Trechelle was saying answered back in Spanish: ¿“Es que todos usted tienen perra? La puta después de que rompa su parte posterior yo le poseerá haciéndole me come!!” Whatever they said to each other judging from the inflections in there speech was ugly.
Trechelle fought Michelle’ several times before each time the battle was more intense than the other but this time she could feel the Latina’s desperation which fed her Trinidadian determination; two forces of nature that taxed them heavily. Trechelle pushed forward using her mighty and shapely legs toppling them to the floor ; immediately Michelle’ tightened her thick legs around Trechelle’s torso like a belt in it’s last whole. Simultaneously grabbing Trechelle’s fiery tress burying her lovely face in considerable succulent bosoms cutting down Trechelle’s breathing capacity while forming a perfect guard.

Luckily Trechelle arms were free so with one hand she ripped at Michelle’s shinny black hair ripping it out from the roots and with the other hand she spanked her labium like one would do a child’s lips when they spoke a naughty word. Not to minimize the assault for the velocity and force of Trechelle’s hand movement brought a redness and inflammation that Michelle could never have imagined in her archives of pain. Besides Michelle was distracted with wondering how patches of her hair would be missing from the top of her head. Still Michelle’s leg grip tightened and Trechelle’s stomach distended and her supply of oxygen dwindled.
What would happen first unconsciousness or the end result of humiliation? We would never know because Trechelle was not going to be rendered unconscious by the likes of Michelle so she used her arms to break the top part of the guard; this only gave her breath back partially because Michelle’s anaconda like hold was still taxing the Trini Gal.
Grappling at this point became furious and unorganized with both women trying desperately to gain the upper hand seeming to know instinctively that the next moves may be their last. This kind of extreme wrestling was never pretty as far as adherence to technique was concerned but it did produce some interestingly libidinous and excruciating holds.
For instance Michelle’ refused to relinquish her figure four body lock so Trechelle elevated herself into a tripod position forcing the freckled beauty onto her head like an New York Break Dancer. Michelle’ responded by contorting herself and sinking her adamantine teeth into Trechelle’s left oblique. Trechelle had a few Univer-Soul Circus moves of her own as she somehow trapped Michelle’s left tit in a thigh lock then reached behind and began milking her like a Jersey Holstein forcing the excretion of a substance curious to them both. They continued screaming and cursing at each other in French and Spanish a they ripped and battered each other with malice of forethought :

Trechelle: Est ce tout que vous avez la chienne ? !
Michelle’ :¡Le estoy rompiendo que la perra puede usted sentirlo?!
Now their golden and russet arms respectively were coiled in a muscle contracting finger lock struggle while they traded death glowers….then they did something they never done in all their encounters..they spoke to each other in English.
Trechelle “B!%@#!”
Michelle’ “C()^^%!”
Trechelle “H@#!”
Michelle’ “B()!!d@&&#r!”
“I’ll teach you to ignore me! Michelle’ growled
“What the f()@%! Are you talking about psycho-B!%@#!”
Earlier tonight when you were talking to your friends I spoke and you didn’t say s#!%! back!
Stupid @$$! Crack H@#! I did not even see yo’ crazy @$$!
You saw me B!%@#!
Michelle’ ! I where glasses right?!
Yeah
And when I don’t have my glasses I where my contacts..I don’t have either today! Dumb B!%@#!
They slowly released their finger lock then rolled away from each other panting like two great cats
Sorry , mumbled Michelle under her breath
I beg your pardon asked Trechelle , holding her hand behind her ear.
You heard me B!%@#!
They broke into laughter
This was a good ending to their conflict , one because they finally were at peace with each other and two because I had a tag match coming up that required both there specialized skills and they had to be on one accord.
Deacon