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A while ago, Ginuwine had this song out in which he asked the question “is there anymore room for me in those jeans?” Well I don't like Ginuwine or any shit like that. However, I like the concepts he brought up. My first thought was, “These are Black women. With all that ass, all that leg, and jeans that tight, no, there is no room for him in those jeans.” Of course he wasn’t interested in the physics of the jeans. He was interested in what was in the jeans.
So then I thought about how this could be applied to what I like to do. Although I like to wear jeans, mainly to be taken out of them, it seemed more fun to use the jeans as a symbol for women to identify with, and something to fight over for sport. So, I got together with five of my friends for a 3-on-3 match. Three of us would be in jeans, and three of us would be in shorts. So I called these people, invited them to this “Jeans vs. Shorts” match, and we worked out the rules together.
When they got there, I had everybody taken somewhat by surprise. I had told Shasta, Dana, and Sahira, “Just come over, and wear some jeans you can work in.” I told Tanisha and Shani, “Just come over, and wear some real short shorts.” I think all five of them came over under the impression there were going to be some men here, and we were going to do some kind of show. So I had to explain to them, I was just in the mood for some woman-on-woman competition.
These are all athletic women. They’re used to being bumped around so none of them were concerned about us getting aggressive. They’re also women who have confidence in their bodies, and were not concerned with my type of fight or the possible outcomes. So the only thing left was to go into the basement and go to work. We moved everything out of the way and argued over how rough we should get. Ultimately we decided this match should end in the submission of all three women on one side.
I’m not much into tag team matches. Those usually depend on one woman beating the fuck out of another, sometimes with no participation from the other women. I’d rather have some large brawl in which every woman does battle at once. The problem with that is it’s hard for a camera to follow three sets of people at once. So I set up my camera, my brother’s camera, and my friend mark’s camera. I’ve got them all because motherfuckers think my home is some kind of public storage facility. And poor Mark and Calvin were left to operate all three cameras. I got Nikki to operate the third camera and let her know any damage done to my camera would be done to her soon afterward.
Most of the time, I don't really know how a fight’s going to go until it goes. This was a little different though. These are all people I fuck around with, and I knew they liked to get rough. We all have this way of dehumanizing each other for a fight. So in our mindset, there weren’t three grown women in front of us. There were three pairs of jeans in front of us. And our goal in life was to beat those jeans up. We were going to beat the fuck out of those jeans, and whatever was inside those jeans was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. And they didn't see three grown women in front of them. They saw three pairs of shorts and they were going to beat the fuck out of those shorts. So, with the protocol being established, we just waited for somebody to tell us to go.
I had a yellow t-shirt on, and some real short yellow shorts. Under that I had a black bra and black panties. I like black because of the contrast with my skin. Shani had a red tube top thing with real short white shorts. I didn't know if she had a bra on but the black thong was clearly visible. Tanisha had a white t-shirt and real short white shorts. Her bra was visible through the shirt and I saw she had a thong too. I didn't even have to look at Shasta to know she was in a thong. She was in blue denim jeans and a green shirt. Dana was in black denim jeans and a white t-shirt. Sahira was in black jeans but it wasn’t denim. It looked kind of like velvet. She had a black and white shirt. She had thin gold chains around her waist. I think she likes them because they hold dollars well or at least draw attention to her lower half. I think I was the only one not in a thong. And I thought about all of this until Nikki yelled “Go!” and suddenly my thoughts changed from thongs to making women submit.
We all went at each other like battering rams. I felt like I was as solid as steel. I saw in the tape that I wasn’t solid at all. My ass was shaking wildly. All six of us looked like we were made of jelly, kind of like a track star’s legs when she runs at top speed. I guess that’s the way Black women are supposed to be. And when we hit those women, I wanted nothing more than to see three women fly backward, knocked completely out of their jeans. I went hard into Shasta and hit her body hard. She did go back and fell on her ass, but remained in her clothes. Shani and Dana hit each other hard and stopped each other hard. Tanisha and Sahira hit each other hard too, stopping each other. Then Sahira went back, trying to retain her balance. Tanisha rushed toward Sahira and put her on her ass.
I was on top of Shasta about a half-second after her ass hit the ground. I didn't straddle her legs or pussy. I sat on her chest, trapping her whole upper body under my legs. She doesn’t like to get real beat up so I just pounded her pelvis with my fist a few times. I hit her hard and made sure she felt that shit. Then I started going for her jeans, getting them undone. I looked up and saw Nikki holding the camera on me and Shasta, getting Shasta from an angle that should make her glad she was in jeans. I intended to take away that security though. She was kicking her legs wildly, making it very difficult. I realized I had to beat her up some more before I could finish her.
Tanisha had Sahira on her ass but she didn't get on top of Sahira. She went straight for the legs of the jeans, trying to pull them off of her. She’s a strong woman. She actually dragged Sahira about a foot before Sahira broke free. Sahira was kicking and Tanisha was batting her legs away, looking for an opportunity to move in. Then as Sahira scooted back and tried to get on her feet, Tanisha rushed her again, getting on Sahira as Sahira ran out of room, and she was sitting with her back against the wall.
It looked like the competitions between me and Shasta, and between Tanisha and Sahira, were about to go the way most fights go. There is a brief period of a really good fight and then somebody gets the upper hand and the fight is all one-sided after that. So it seemed like the most interesting part of the fight would be between Shani and Dana, who were both still standing. These are both pretty girls, like models except they have ghetto bodies and mentalities. So they looked kind of sweet but they wanted to hurt each other. Dana ended their shoving match with a hard blow into Shani. Then Shani started throwing punches back. Dana’s more of a brawler than Shani. She was taking Shani’s hard blows and she reached in, getting her arms around Shani. And Dana lifted Shani and made her fall hard.
I had my whole lower leg all in Shasta’s chest. I wanted to put it on her neck but I don't like to restrict people’s ability to breathe. My other lower leg was on her arm and most of my weight was on her upper body. I was almost sitting on her shoulder and chest. My fists were going into whatever I had access to. I pounded her side, her guts, her pussy, and her legs that she was kicking wildly. I wanted to take one of those legs and put her in a hold that would make her give. I had to get those jeans off of her though. I had to beat her until she couldn’t kick her legs anymore. So I changed positions and started beating her upper body some more. Getting her shirt off was not a problem, and I felt like I had better access to her upper body. I alternated, focusing on fucking her arms up, undoing her belt, and unzipping her jeans.
I don't know what Tanisha tried to do to Sahira but it didn't work. Tanisha tried to throw a blow and Sahira just took her and threw her. While I was working Shasta, I heard the sound and I knew somebody was fucked up. On the videotape I saw Tanisha’s thick dark body tumbling across the room, legs flying, ass and thighs shaking. That’s what I like about Sahira. Sahira got up quick, and so did Tanisha. Then they got into a power contest, throwing blows at each other until Sahira fell down again.
Shani had managed to kind of get on her feet a few times but Dana put her back on her ass every time. Finally Shani managed to make Dana fall down too. They ended wrestling for control of each other. They were both strong, firm women. Shani’s hands were gripping Dana’s body, digging into her back and arms, trying to throw her onto her back I guess. Dana’s hands were digging into Shani’s bare legs, which I guess were vulnerable since she was in shorts. While I was looking at the tape, I thought about how I kind of put my side at a disadvantage by making us more naked than the other women.
I had Shasta done up pretty good. She wasn’t kicking and screaming like she was when I first got on her. Her shirt was already off. I took her jeans and lifted up. They came off of her nice and easy, and her ghetto ass just fell out of them. I didn't have any reason not to finish with her now. I put her bare legs in a leg lock and made her give quick.
Tanisha and Sahira were fucking each other up. They were just throwing blows at each other’s body, and occasionally throwing each other’s body. It clearly wasn’t going to be one-sided. But this was 3-on-3, and has just become 3-on-2. I came over and took Sahira’s arms. Tanisha took her legs. Sahira struggled and threw herself, but there was no hope. She came out of her shirt and jeans easy. Then I put her upper body in a torture hold and Tanisha put her lower body in a torture hold. Her upper and lower body were twisted different directions, fucking her up. We drew tears from her and she gave up.
Dana was on her feet again and I think Shani had just fallen on her ass. Tanisha and I moved in. Then Dana stopped, as she realized she was surrounded by me, Shani, and Tanisha. Shani was the one fighting her so we were going to let her finish this. She ordered Dana to remove her shirt. Dana removed the shirt and three it across the room. Then Shani ordered Dana to remove her jeans. Dana hesitated but Shani reassured her that she could still get her ass kicked. Dana removed her jeans and threw them across the room too. I think Mark and Calvin were having some kind of episode by now. Then Shani ordered Dana to say “I quit”. Then Dana lunged at Shani and knocked her halfway across the room.
Dana landed on top of Shani’s body and started hitting her hard. Shani’s legs were kicking and she was screaming like a little girl. Tanisha and I grabbed Dana’s arms and pulled her off of Shani. Dana was kicking and throwing herself, trying to break free. Then Tanisha and I twisted Dana’s body up and made her give. Shani was still on the ground, fucked up. I think she was a little bit mad. She had a digital camera in her purse, and she said she wanted the losers to be photographed without their jeans. See people always think I must be some kind of lesbian or bisexual. Nobody ever accuses her of being a lesbian. Anyway, Shasta, Dana, and Sahira were photographed, standing side by side in their underwear. Then I asked them to lay in a pile for me, and they were photographed in a pile with their jeans in a pile next to them. I made that my new background picture on my computer.
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