The Reece’s Swirl
Vinoris Peadmont vs. Lil Monster
Baltimore Backstreet Bash
By Deacon

Disclaimer: The characters in these stories are from a parallel universe
existing only in the mind of the author. Though they may bear the names of some
famous individuals they have nothing to do with said individuals because they
and their personalities are purely fictional.
Truly competitive athletic individuals are a strange breed because they can contend against each other fiercely; even drawing blood but not take the confrontation personally. Win lose or draw when the event is over they shake hands, hug and even kiss one another {in a non-sexual way}.
In this case a bout was scheduled for the strangest disagreement; diet.
So they met in Baltimore at the ship yards to settle it.
Yep the disagreement was about whether meat was a viable source of protein or not; Lil Monster was a Vegan and “V” a Carnivore; both had fitness vlogs online that complimented each other except for the veggie and meat disagreements. Lil Monster believed that V was preaching the false doctrine of flesh eating and V believed that Lil monster was a winey little grass eater. Lil Monster and V were both at this time the closest to being shredded physically that I have ever seen. Every muscle group, sinew and striation was pronounced as if they were models for an advanced anatomy class.
Both wore Belly Button Rings; Lil monster’s diamond and V’s Turquoise. They were the same height but their similarities ceased at their muscularity, height and dedication in the gym; neither ever fooled around or fluffed off; they both were always in “Beast Mode” which meant to me; it would be a battle of “epic proportions”.
Now their natural esthetics was both remarkable and complementary; Lil monster was small well built smooth fresh peanut butter brown skinned delight who bore an uncanny resemblance to Ms Eartha Kit.
“V” was a flawless Special Dark African Beauty with a smile like daylight and long full braided ebony locks half way down her sinewy v-shaped back and pointing toward he perfect tight and orbed glutei.
I would call this a friendly battle but there is no such thing in Baltimore; because of that truth I hired female prison guards and female nurse to completely search the ladies for foreign objects. Also there would be two refs ; not to make sure they would obey the rules because there were none {I said it was Baltimore}; the refs were present to pull them apart in case one or both were in jeopardy of losing some part of their faces, limbs, genitals or their lives. Make no mistake these ladies are by no means ghetto, trailer park or barrio they are just intense.
Frankly if I woke up the last man on the earth and needed to repopulate the world with survivors, I would take one or both of them.
Anyway I digress; attire was: mouth guards, sports bras, Yoga Shorts {Lil Monster wore Yoga shorts with a Grim Reaper on it and V with a Roaring Bear on it} and last but not least they wore scorpion gloves. V’s long carbons colored braids were tied stern of her head into a taut chignon. Lil Monster’s hair was in a sexy low cut Pixie Style so it never threatened to interfere with her vision in battle. The fight took place in a clean open lot on private property. Besides me, the refs, the nurse and and lights for them to see there was nothing but the combatants. They wasted no time as soon as they reached the destination and got out of their vehicles they ran at each other screaming like charging warriors. Once within range they peppered each other relentlessly with a series hand, elbow, and foot and head strikes soliciting their grunts, moans and groaning upon contact that echoed like two rivaling bad motors throughout the property. The sound effect of their battle was only rivaled by their Athenian, Atlantian ,Amazonian and Dahomean pugilistic display that went on for an amazing 15 minutes or so before they punched each other to their knees.
After this they cuffed the back of each other’s neck and traded brutal right crosses to their respective jaws twisting their necks brutally and dislodging saliva and blood soaked mouth pieces. They produced a pond of blended fluids beneath themselves. Blood, sweat, tears, snot and spit were prominent I the revolting puddle. As in all things even battle there was a beautiful sight; their exceptional perspiration glossed physiques glistened and pulsated rhythmically by means of their Olympic-like epigastria. They were in a word “intoxicating”

Suddenly as if they were symbiotically linked they engaged in a mutual headlock then toppling to the deck and both seeking superior position tightly intertwining their meaty thighs and sinewy legs and even locking their toes. They created the most beautiful “Reece’s Swirl” locking their light brown and chocolate peel in an breathtaking “Near Death Hold”.
Rolling, contorting, pressing, bouncing and slamming one another until they rested in their original grappling hold. Neither would tap nor submit so it was simply a matter of who passed out first and this meant something good and something bad. Bad thing was it would be over soon, the good thing is that because of their extreme competitiveness the loser would demand a rematch.
The wonderful thing about girl fights is just when you think that it is over or will end a certain way, one or both women surprise you with their brutal creativity. When we battle we usually want one of two things; a clear knockout or a tap out of some sort where it is clear to all that through clear dominance we are the victors. Women on the other hand are more interested in the torturous suffering and complete humiliation of their foe. The beautiful shinny flexing “Reece’s double swirled lock” they had engaged each other in was dislodged and a new struggle of their lower limbs ensued; trading positions back and forth while maintaining their upper body locks. Their leg contortions only served to add to their physical succulence and caused tension in the seams and soft spots of their garments. Almost as if their perspiration had become acidic as they grappled furiously their apparel began to rend. This reveals their “business” as they struggle back and forth they realized that only an unexpected maneuver would give one of them the advantage. Lil monster was the one as she rolled on top of V she quickly rock V into a matchbox position inverted with her feet pressed on either sides of her head then Lil Monster initiated a “Spanish straddle press” with a ancillary rim clench. One never knows until engaging an opponent where he/she has been; that day they both found out. The lower lock that Lil Monster initiated was commonly known as the “Mexican Cantina Girl Lock” that she learned while vacationing in Matamoros but V answered the challenge with the technique from the Russian Super Woman Tatyana Kozhevnikova . Now their postures changed their headlock turned to finger locks.

Which was accommodating in every way so as to facilitate the libidinous labium clench; their glutei oscillated furiously, their rippling abs rolled up and down and their piercingly defined pelvis’ popped like country bacon yet remained appended while both fit beauties, nostrils a flare traded profanities with spit saturated maw and grunting searching each other’s tear filled eyes with desperation looking for the other to submit or succumb: “Imo get ya now flesh eatin B!%@#!” “You gonna get got carrot eatin’ H@#!” “Uahhh B!%@#!” “Hak Haa! Uah! C()^^%!” After a while the threats stopped and the engrossing activity decelerated and their movements became convulsive and deliberate as they stared into each other’s beautiful eyes still searching for weakness. Finally though she was arguably in better position. Suddenly Lil Monsters eyes squinted, walled to the white, and she passed out falling backward uttering the word B!%@#! In final defiance while finally unlocking their pelvises with a pop. V sprung up, mounted Lil Monster with a tight school girl pin, flexing her thighs and finger popping her on her forehead to awaken her. V wanted the first thing for Lil Monster to see was her face and it was. The first match went to the Carnivore but I knew the sexy Vegan would have her revenge ASAP. I knew Lil Monster would want a rematch but I would not facilitate that for six months to a year for health and safety’s sake. That was the first match of the Baltimore Backstreet Brawl.
Deacon