Kenikka and I had just got back into Kansas City from Columbia. We met up with a guy named Calvin. He went to high school with her and college with me. Neither of us ever wanted to fuck him but he’s good to talk to. He was upset today though. So Kenikka asked him what was wrong and he started talking about how the girls in his neighborhood are all bitches. So I watched him go on like this and I finally asked him if some bitches needed to get beat up. He didn’t hesitate to say yes. In fact, he said we were exactly the people he wanted to see that day. So he brought both of us down the street to where a lake was. I was talking about how the residents must think they’re all that because they have their own lake.
Well we saw these bitches at the lake. There were cars playing bass music and we could smell the marijuana in the air. Calvin didn’t hesitate to call them bitches and tell them they were going to get fucked up. I don’t think Kenikka was sure the whole thing was serious until three women started coming toward us. They were three solid ghetto women. In fact, they were healthy, sexy women. All of us were in very short shorts and filling them well. It seemed like a shame that five Black ghetto women would have to fight each other instead of working together. Unfortunately, that’s the way life is sometimes.
We all knew how things would go. Calvin was a man instigating a bitchfight. He had no intention of being a part of it. All he wanted to see was women beating each other up. Not just women fighting each other. Women beating the fuck out of each other. For him, it would serve as justice for whatever these bitches did to him, as well as some kind of sick sexual thrill. For us, it would be a service to a friend. For them, it would be fun because they got to do a three on two bitchfight. But Kenikka and I are two powerful Black women and we weren’t about to back down just because they had one more bitch than we did. So we faced these bitches and everybody said what they had to say and we proceeded to wreck these bitches.
One thing people fail to understand about Kenikka and I is we are both power fighters. We could go for efficiency and beating the opponents using the least amount of effort. That’s not the way we like it though. We like to pound bitches, beating them hard and using all of the power we have in a very primal fashion. That’s the ghetto style, and that’s exactly what all five of us did. Bitches were throwing fists at us and we were throwing fists at them. Yes, we both took some hits from all three women, but we were hitting them harder. These bitches broke down quickly.
After the first bitch fell down, Calvin got really excited. We also seemed to have drawn a good sized crowd. The numbers were even at this point and we were in full control, so now it was all about fulfilling Calvin’s wishes. He wanted to see some powerful Black women destroyed by even more powerful Black women. So he yelled, “Pick them bitches up!”
Kenikka isn’t so into picking people up but I am. So I grabbed the bitch’s arms and lifted her high. She was kicking at me and I was getting hit in my stomach but it didn’t matter. As I prepared to release her, Calvin yelled, “Hold on!”
I held the bitch high, with her breasts at a height slightly above my forehead. Then he yelled, “Now!”
I slammed that bitch hard. She hit the ground hard and just rolled over onto her side. Kenikka just kind of pushed the other bitch over to me. I guess she knew what had to be done. So I turned this bitch around so she couldn’t face me. This was mainly so I wouldn’t get kicked this time. Then I took her arms and lifted her high, holding her there for several seconds. Then Calvin yelled, “Now!” and I put that bitch hard into the ground.
The third bitch got up and started running. I thought about letting her go but Kenikka chased the bitch. So I started running after the bitch too, followed by Calvin and a crowd of people. Kenikka tackled the bitch about halfway down the side of the lake, and started kicking the shit out of her. When I got to them, I proceeded to kick the bitch too. Then another woman started coming at us and yelling about her baby. I assume this was somebody's mother. So when she got to us, we got her on the ground and started kicking the shit out of her too. We ended up putting both bloody women in the lake.
Calvin seemed pleased, and possibly somewhat disturbed by the harshness of it all. I don’t think it was really his intent to see women getting fucked up. Maybe it was. I think he just wanted women to suffer for the way they treated him. There seems to be some sense of pleasure in having your women beat the hell out of other women, especially when those other women shut you out. Well, for all intended purposes, we were his women and we were glad to be able to win for him. Kenikka suggested we leave quickly to avoid and trouble from the scene we caused in public. So, we got out of there and went home.
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