Nightmares of Futures Past
A Shot of Brandy, Part Two


Brandy, Angela Bassett, Lynn Whitfield


NOTE - This story immediately follows A Shot of Brandy, Part One
Finally… a WIN! Hah, who did she think she was playin with!?!? Brandy sped off down the winding private road, away from the one time Team Whitney Training Hall and her laid out former partner, Angela Bassett! Serves her right, Brandy thought. Nobody told her old, tired-ass! Ta get in mah face like that! I’M A WINNER, uh-huh, YESSSS I AM! And that bitch? Brandy turned on her CD player, that bitch is a LOSER! So, with that thought in mind, and leaving the past behind… Brandy bumped her ungodly loud sound system as she raced away from the old Training Hall that her foster mother had sworn would be the foundation for their conquest of the Battle Zone League “Upwards and onwards my ass,” Brandy murmured “sounds like some-ole Superman shit. Up, up, and awwwwway!” then she started laughing hysterically at how stupid they LOOKED, and how they sounded EVEN MORE STUPID “No wonder nobody took us seriously. I mean, c’mon? Team Whitney? Fuck was that, NASCAR? A-huh,” she chuckled “please, that whole thing” she took the turn a little too fast “was just crazy. HOLY SHIT!?!?”

Her headlights came up quick on a slowly turning Angela Bassett who was STANDING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKIN ROAD “OH GOOD, GOD!!!!” Brandy screamed and plowed right through NOTHING!?!?!? “WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?” She hit the gas out of fright as she had her head on a swivel and lost track of how hard she was “SHIT!!!!” GUARDRAIL “No-no-NOOOOH!!!!” she gunned her Porsche as she smashed right through the guardrail on this treacherously STEEP, PRICEY AS HELL PLACE TO LIVE, AND TURN! She pissed her panties as there was nothing in front of her at all and the feeling of weightlessness, and gravity… The rush of air, as her foot was still hammer down on the gas, revving her high priced Porsche to nowhere… Porsche’s don’t fly, unless its that old 80’s cartoon MASK… or maybe if they’re an Autobot… and only certain ones could fly… this black piece of shit however, was just a fuckin foreign car… with a washed up Pop star in it… that was juuuuuust about grasping the situation…

Brandy screamed holy hell as her car started to nosedive towards the ground and pick-up SPEED! She kept gunning it as she jammed her other foot into the floor of the car!!!! as if she could push back the onrushing EARTH!!!! nooooooh!!!!! Her heart was in her fuckin THROAT AND HER NIPPLES WERE HARD WHILE HER PUSSY WAS WET FROM SPRITZING HER PANTIES WITH PISS AND CREAM AS SHE COULD SEE THE GROUND COME UP QUICK WHILE SHE SCREAMED HER LAST, watching her one-time successful life… flash before her eyes… till the film reel stopped… and the jagged edges of earth were painfully obvious in introducing themselves to her and her flying machine…

“NOOOOOOOHHHH-AHH-AAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!!” MOMMA HELP MEH!!!!

“I see you’re awake?” came a quiet voice from the corner, as Brandy sssat… in a cold sweat, heaving hard at her… nightmare?

“Wha-where-what?!?! WHERE AM I!?!? YOU?!?!” Brandy glared at Angela who was quietly sipping something hot. It was dark in here, for the most part, as Brandy was still trying to “Somethin smells good,” she muttered, but then the Deposed Pop Princess realized with a bitter sneer that “UUUUUU, I left u laid out in the main hall! What’re u doin HERE!?!?” then it sunk in as Angela sipped away quietly “Wa, wait a second,” Brandy murmured “fuck is here at, anyway?” “Glad you could join us here in the Real, Real World.” Angela sneered back, sipped again, ahhh-mmm, good tea, then she told Brandy with BITTERNESS, as her friend “The day I lose to a weakling like you? Is the day that OJ stops datin White women,” then she added quietly “he’s definitely a Blackman they can have, alllll the time, every time.”

Brandy blinked at Angela and then said softly “He’s gonna find the real killers.”

Angela frowned and then smirked “Yeah, he did, he put them in a book, oh sorry? That was a book about him. Hush-up girl and lay back down before you get a fool head-rush from sittin up too fast.” Angela went back to sippin her tea, Earl Grey, hot, of course… as she watched Brandy quietly slip back down into the bed and draw the covers up. Any minute now… your ass is gonna figure it all out, Angela smiled. I can smell that ear wax burnin at both ends, and they say a mind is a terrible thing to waste? Annnnny second now… Annnnny minute now…. Annny “Jesus Christ, ARE YOU DENSE?” But it was at that point that she realized that Brandy had gone back to sleep “Oh, damn, just ruin my revenge why don’t you?” Angela checked again… and sure enough the Deposed was quite sleep, probably because she knew that her skank-singin-ass was still alive and kickin, so no need to worry about how she lost. With a depressed sigh, Angela finished her tea… got up… and quietly left Sleeping Beauty to sleep off the alcohol and the butt-kickin that Bassett had put on her.

Making her way to the kitchen, Angela set the tea cup and its saucer down in the sink and then went into the refrigerator. She’d cleaned this whole Training Hall up all by herself. Anything that was in it now, was solely because SHE had put it here. She still remembered trying to talk to Whitney about this place, but all the bitch kept saying was “Israel, my land!” over-and-over! It was sad, but… funny. Angela could even remember still hearing Whitney’s crazed Zionist, Leftist, Rightist, Communist, Crackist-Headist, CRAP! As she slowly… hung up the phone on her… knowing that Whitney was beyond her help… and probably anyone else’s at this point. She actually covered her mouth to keep from crying out, because regardless of whatever happened in the Battle Zone? Whitney was still a person, still someone who used to be so full of life and a future, a former friend, and now?

Before she could stop herself, Angela lashed out! Took the tea cup outta the sink and hurled it at the wall, smashing it into a million pieces… and immediately hearing the words of a very old friend “So, getting angry solve it?” “YOU SHUT UP!” “Ahhh, you Christians, heh-heh-heh. Prayin ain’t enuff to fix it.” “I said, shut up. You’re always goin-with-that-mouth!” and as Angela stood here in this kitchen… she could still see him nod in agreement… as he told her “Maybe one day, all this mouth will make me a fortune. Maybe then you’ll give a young guy like me a chance, Ms. Ivy League.” It was at this point… that Angela realized that maybe… “Maybe it is time to give a young guy like you a chance. Lord knows… Brandy is done for...” She went on ahead and took the broom outta the utility closet along with a dustpan, started sweeping up the pieces “It’s definitely time to pick up the pieces…” then she smiled to herself “I like that song, ‘Pick up the Pieces’, been awhile since I heard it, but? Yeah, I still have my children. I still have Vance, unlike so many Hollywood couples… I still have my family, but Brandy? Brandy needs someplace where she can get some direction.” She chucked to herself as she bent over and started to “Good thing nobodies here to see me all bent over with my BUTT in the air.” She laughed it off and simply crouched down and swept up the pieces and knew that if she simply tossed Brandy out of here, left her to fend for herself “She ain’t gone make it… just like her foster mother...”

As she put everything away, it also dawned on her that taking her to him, might seem kosher to her! But it might not go over well with him now that he’s a hotshot, big-time business man and all that “It sure is funny how things change, the future? We can never tell what the future holds...”

But while Angela was waxing poetic, back in the bedroom that used to be Brandy’s during the height of the Team Whitney Era, if it ever had a height? Ms. Norwood was snoozing away and trying to get some much needed rest, while her brain was busy trying to figure out how the hell she had ended up laid out, when it was… Angela, that had gotten her ass beat…

I remember she hit me? Brandy was standing in a hazy-shadow… of the Training Hall… trying to make sense of what the hell had happened?!?! How did I lose!?!? I know… I know she got some good hits in on meh but damn, I ain’t crazy! She wasn’t that fuckin dominate! I KNOW I shoved her to the GROUND!

“You sure?” Angela asked her.

Brandy jumped and then glared at “WHAT”RE YOU DOIN HERE!?!?”

Angela raised an eyebrow “Hey, it’s your head, for the most part. I’m just a figment of your imagination.”

“Oh yeah!?!?” Brandy’s eyes narrowed as she told Angela “Then get the fig-outta-my-mind!”

Angela looked at her like she was? Then she just busted out laughing at her “Is this what actually goes on in here? No wonder your career is over! You’re as dumb as DIRT!” “YOU TAKE THAT BACK YA OLE HAG!” “I can still whip your ass, little fool.” “OH YEAH! WHY I OUGHTA!?!?!” Brandy swung wild and WHIFFED! Only to take a shot to the STOMACH and then a SHOT TO THE FACE! FOLLOWED BY A PUNCH TO HER POUTERS AND SHE WAS QUICKLY SUCKIN TRAINING HALL HARDWOOD!!!! Floor, I mean the floor people, not dick. I tell ya, some of you are just total pervs. And if u elect me as your leader, then read my lips! NO NEW TAXES!!!!

Brandy sat up with a start “I PAID MY TAXES!?!?!?” then she glanced around like a cornered cat and wiped the sweat from her brow as she muttered “Those IRS muthafucka’s don’t play… I paid my fuckin taxes, ya’ll betta get the fuck outta here, I paid my taxes… paid my dues… dammit…” she laid back down slowly… drew the covers up… and immediately passed back out. And how did the Deposed get back to sleep so goddamn quick? Stress, simple as that. For the last year of her life… she’d been living in a never ending nightmare, all from one moment of carelessness. If she was still at the height of her power, she knew… shhhhhe knew, that if she was still relevant to entertainment… No way would all of this shit had happened to her… but? Her star had faded a long fuckin time ago. She’d made a shitload of money, and she was so sure that her star would shine in brightest day and darkest night! So sure that NO EVIL… would escape her sight… with recent events she was sure that there were those who worshipped evil’s might, without warning Brandy SAT UP AND SHOUTED WITH AUTHORITY “BEWARE MY POWER!!!! GREEN LATERN’S LIGHT!!!!!”

Angela barged in “What’s all the noise in here for?!?!” just in time to see Brandy fall out flat on her back in a huff “What is wrong with you?” OH LORD! Please don’t let her be hooked on drugs! PLEAZ, I don’t know what to do if that’s true.

But Brandy laid there, staring at the ceiling… as Angela asked her again what was wrong, and she finally admitted that “My life sucks...” she whispered “that’s what’s wrong… Everything is all fucked up, and ah don’t know how... ta fix it” even Angela was taken aback as Brandy melted down into a sobbing MESS “Ah don’t know whut ta do and the walls r closin in on meh and ah CAN’T STOP IT! I CAN’T!!!!” Never in her life was she as scared as she was now as she realized that everything had FALLEN APART! She just started crying as she realized that her mother, Whitney’s life, WAS DESTROYED! And her own life was NEXT! Even as Angela embraced her and tried to shush her, the pain of EVERYTHING?!?! She’d cost people their lives and she SWORE TA GOD THAT SHE DIDN’T MEAN IT! BUT NOBODY WOULD BELIEVE HER “There wuz uh time when people liked me, LOVED MEH!!!!! NOW EVERYBODY HAYTES MEH!!!!! AH DON’T NOH WHUT TA DO ANYMORE!!!!” “Settle down, you’re startin ta hyperventilate, calm down, please.” “NOH! MY LIFE, I’VE RUINED OTHER PEOPLE’S LIVES!!!!! AND I CAN’T FIX IT, I CAN’T!!!!!”

Even Angela could hear the fact that Brandy was drifting in and out of heavy southern drawl to “Please calm down!” Even as she held her, she could feel that Brandy’s heart was pounding in her chest and she just kept saying to herself, Angela just kept PRAYIN TO HERSELF! Lord don’t let this child have gotten mixed up in drugs. PLEAZE “Brandy!?!? Just?”

But Brandy was railing away and shaking like a leaf and then she abruptly sat out of Angela’s embrace and looked at her with the eyes of a lost lamb… a wayward… little girl… then she asked Angela softly “This… isn’t gonna turn into… one of those lesbian moments… because u know I’ve always wanted to taste you.” “WHAT!?!?” Angela’s face contorted as!?!?!

Brandy looked at her sheepishly and softly told the outraged actress “We had our way… with Halle… and she’s a freak… are you gonna… touch me in naughty places Angie? Pleaz b gentle, its been a while for meh.” “GIRL ARE U POSSESSED BY THE DEVIL!?!?!?” what the HELLL IS WRONG WIT

But Brandy shook her head slowly and then cowered back into the corner of the bed, pulling the sheets up with her as she told Angela “I’m losin mah FUCKIN MIND! I’M ALL stressed out and SHIT!” now Angela was more than a little, but Brandy told her “It’s like I’m not in control uh mah self! Like, like I’m some, some!?!? Sick figment uh somebody’s IMAGUNATION AND SHIT!” “Brandy!?!?” But Brandy only gave Angela a skeptical look as she told Angela to “STAY BACK! I can feel it! That’s y my life’s been so SHITTY LATELY!” “What are you” “It’s because we AREN’T REAL!!!!!” Now Angela was just “Brandy, just calm down now, you’re not makin any” “NOH! NOH! I BEAT U!” she pointed at Angela with a trembling finger as she told Bassett that “I PUT MISSISSIPPI PIE ALL OVER YOUR FACE AND SMOTHERED U OUT!!!!! BUT THEN AH WAKE UP AFTER DRIVIN OVER A CLIFF!?!?! AN I AIN’T DEAD AND U WON!?!?!? NOH! NOOOOOOOOOH!!!!! THAT AIN’T RIGHT! IT AIN’T RIGHT!?!?!?” “BRANDY STOP!” dear GOD what the hell is

“STAY BACK!?!?! STOP! DON’T TOUCH MEH IF U AIN’T GONE GIVE MEH NO TLC!!!!” Brandy tried to resist as Angela was trying to get her the hell up out of the corner of the bed! But Brandy RESISTED AS SHE SCREAMED “WE AIN’T REALLLLL I’M TELLIN YA! I SHOULDA DIED WHEN I DROVE OFFA THA CLIFF!!!!” “You didn’t DIE DUMMY BECAUSE YOU WERE ASLEEP!!!!” “NOH! I BELIEVE I CAN FLY!!!!” “Oh God, BRANDY STOP!” “ONLY IF U GIV MEH SOME! I’m addicted now, I GOT HOOKED AFTER HALLE! I’ma be a washed up has-been on BLACK LESBIAN BITCHES; BLACKS WHO LOVE BLACK ASS CRACK 10!!!!” Angela tried to… pry the wiry little… BITCH… out of the… CORNER, as she told her “THERE IS NO BLACK ASS CRACK 10!!!!”

Without warning Brandy stopped and sheepishly asked with a raised eyebrow “How would you know Mrs. Christian? Inquiring minds wanna know, hmmmm??!?”

Angela stopped for a second… then cleared her throat as she looked caught as all hell “Vance likes porn, not me.” “Mmmm-hmm, tell meh another one,” then Brandy leaned forward abruptly and yelled “oh Christian Jezebel.” “Look!” now Angela had had enough! But then Brandy put her hands out to stop Angela and kept telling her “Listen-listen-LISTEN!!!!” she looked around, eyes wide with fear, as she told Angela in a hushed tone “Listen, shhhh, listen… you hear that?” Angela glanced around as Brandy told her “Hear that… that’s what I mean… hear it?” “I don’t hear any” “SHH-SHHHHH!!!!! LISTEN, listen, listen…” Brandy kept staring around in the semi-darkness, as Angela was trying not to start crying herself at the sorry state of, but then Brandy told her quietly “Hear that… it’s the sound of… someone typing… it’s the sound of someone… typing… b-because,” she looked at Angela in absolute fear “we ain’t real.” Angela started to say something, but Brandy checked her with her hand and then murmured “Quiet, be quiet… or someone might know… that we ain’t real… I bet, I bet we’re like, some,” she searched for the worst fuckin possible scenario “some figment of somebody’s imagination, uh-huh… and? If, if they stop typin… then we stop existing! I’M SCARED ANGIE, HOLD MEH!”

Angela drew back just enough for Brandy to flop onto the bed and fall short of her attempted embrace “First I thought you were hooked on drugs, but I see now? You’re totally drained of everything, including common sense.”

But then Brandy responded through the muffle of talking into the bed “Maybe if ah suckled from your bountiful bosom I would be healed?” “Not happening.” “But… the fictitious God that controls our very existence demands that ah do it. Surely u wouldn’t wanna see meh go to some sorta non-existent hell, where?” Brandy sat up abruptly and clutched herself “WHERE NOBODY WRITES ABOUT MEH!?!?! THEN WHUT!?!? HOW UN-CHRIST-LIKE IS THIS TO HELP BANISH MEH TA NON-EXISTENCE! MUST MY LIFE SUCK TWICE, HUH!?!?! MUST IT!?!?! Let me have ah taste of thine forbidden, OH!”

Angela whacked her with the pillow again and shook her head, somewhat relieved, but knowing that perhaps it was just the stress that had finally caught up to Brandy, but that maybe, just maybe… she hadn’t fallen as far as her foster mother Whitney “You need ta stop playing, Princess.” “NOH! SHHHHHHH, I’m tellin u! I can hear it, ya hear it? Sounds like… those piano keys… from that movie Halloween… plus that awful-awful-AWFUL TYPIN SOUND!!!!! Can’t u hear it!?!? If u’d stop playin ah’m tellin u! See, see, listen… it’s the fabric of ours lives… bein typed out by some, I betcha it’s some MAN! An thas fucked up! We don’t even really exist, and its probably some MAN that’s makin all our lives up and shit!” but then Brandy realized that “OH MY GOD!” she immediately covered herself up “That means people can see mah boobies!” Angela smacked herself in the head as Brandy glanced around and shook her head slowly “They can see my hot, luscious, BODY!” “Oh you’re a lush all right.” “QUIET, I’m vibin here! Don’t spoil mah moment! Ahem, they can marvel at my beauty, and worship meh, for the sexy Black woman that ah am! Look at my sexy lips, my deep, PENTRATINGLY BEAUTIFUL EYES!” she gave Angela an air headedly EMPTY LOOK… then puckered her lips at her “Kiss me you crazy ole bitty!”

“Uhhh… yeah?” Angela got up slowly, knowing she needed to make a phone call.

But Brandy reached out to her “ANGELA!?!? Don’t leave meh here! All alone, in the dark, without chu?” Angela’s skin crawled as she didn’t even wanna know what the hell that was supposed to mean, but Brandy cried out again “WAIT! Wait, shhhh, shhhh, you hear it? U hear that?” again Angela glanced around and then… her eyes widened in “SEE!” Brandy pointed at her “U HEAR IT! TOLD-U! TYPING! AND THAT CREEPY HALLOWEEN MUSIC!!!! Like someone is typin out our whole lives, plus intentionally tryin ta kill meh! I mean, us. That FREAKY BASTARD! Layin out all our dirty little secrets, and how u long to taste my mighty Mississippi pie,” Angela glared at her, but Brandy told her “don’t worry, I won’t tell nobody.” "

But then Angela? Recognition set in… as she finally figured out that “That’s the WATER DRIPPING IN THE BATHROOM, DUMMY!”

Brandy’s face… turned somber… and then she whispered “Could you please turn it off so ah can get some sleep… and bring meh my purse from outta my car… I think I need… ta take my medicine.” “OH, YA THINK!?!? And stop lookin like some refugee and just lay down, you’re absolutely KILLIN ME, KILLING MEEEEH!” Brandy laid down as Angela stormed out… She returned, but Brandy had blacked out, and even she knew, that it was the stress. Possible jail time? Losing her comeback chance on that show, possibly losin her freedom!?!? Ray-J with that ho!?!? Ihllk! It was alllll just too fuckin much! But the reality of the fact was… Angela was so sure that a lot of Brandy’s problems had to do with… the fact that, Whitney? Whitney was done. And so was she. Soon as Angela woke Brandy, she didn’t waste any time downing the water along with her medicine that was supposed to help alleviate her anxiety. Angela was left to wonder if all Pop Princesses eventually degenerated. From Debbie Gibson, to Brandy, to Britney… was a meltdown always so inevitable?

But even as Angela looked at that? Within moments of lying down, the Deposed Pop Princess was fast a fuckin sleep, leaving The Empress Dowager of Actresses… to try to figure out if all that was wrong with the Deposed was just stress and her situation… or a carefully concealed… hardcore habit…

She walked in slowly, disguised quite nicely, but still showing the sexiness of the old Josephine Baker days. She’d put her sunglasses on and driven up to this dusty-ass DUMP, only because Angie had sworn that she needed her help. Since thinking about it wasn’t enough for the beautiful Black MILF “What a dump,” she murmured as she took her glasses off and her eyes adjusted to the dimness in here “looks like I made the right choice to avoid joinin Team Crackwhore.”

But Angela stepped out into the Training Hall quietly and told her sometimey friend “Even when you’re as quiet as a church mouse, that ego is still as loud as all outdoors.”

Lynn gave Angela a wry smile “So you called me here to insult me?”

“Course not.” “Then what’s the big emergency that I had to fly all the way across country to come here?” “Still a busy woman, Lynn?” “Wouldn’t have it any other way, now why are you stalling me and what’s the emergency?” Lynn folded up her sunglasses, put them in her racy leopard-skinned coat, as she waited verrrry impatiently for her on-again-off-again friend to come clean on why she sounded like something really bad had happened and only she could “I’m waiting Angie?”

Angela realized, shit, I shouldn’t have called her “I need some help… with Brandy.”

Lynn looked at her and at first she thought alcohol, but her mouth was already moving with “You mean bratty-ass Brandy? Please tell me that you didn’t call me all the way from New York City just to,” Angela tried to speak but the huff of disbelief from Lynn was more than enough as the REAL Black American Princess looked at Angela “You called me all the way over here for her?” “Now, Lynn, calm down.” “Calm down?” Lynn smiled and gave Angela the look of death with her black cat eyes “Lemme explain this,” then Lynn stopped herself as Angela tried to explain that she thought that “I don’t care what Little Miss Whitney Junior is doing. I told all of you when you formed that hole-in-the-wall gang, that Stone Rage’s Battle Zone, Battle League, whatever the hell it is this week! Isn’t for the fainthearted or the fly-by-night! I told you guys NOT TA JOIN!” she folded her arms across her chest as she gave Angela the “I’m waiting for a better explanation”-look!

But all Angela could say was “I know, and we misjudge

“MISJUDGED!?!? You guys went in there, got your asses handed to you, then dropped out of sight without warning! Whitney ABANDONED ALL OF YOU! NOW, noh, noh, because I’ve been waitin ta get this shit off my chest! YOU, you and WHITNEY, kept tryin ta sweet talk my Black-ass into this stupid scheme! Then when I said no, you guys TURNED ON ME! Called me all sorts of names and tried to drag my name through the mud!” “IT WASN’T LIKE THAT!”

But Lynn was quick to tell Angela “OKAY! Ok, maybe you might have been somewhat on the up-and-up, but Whitney and Whitney JUNIOR!?!? NO, they kept on talkin and poppin off at the mouth! NO WAY! NO” then Lynn’s mouth just fell open as?

“Hello, Lynn.”

Angela turned around and told Brandy “You should be resting.”

But Lynn simply… the words just kinda… fell outta her mouth in a low? It was shock “You look exhausted?” “C’mon Brandy, let’s get you back to bed.”

“Noh,” Brandy shook her head slowly, as she continued to speak softly “noh. Ah owe Lynn an apology. Ah messed up. Ah messed up big time, shootin off my mouth and all and I? Made a total fool of mah self.”

But Lynn was too busy just looking, she walked up on Brandy “You look like you’re wasting away, dear God?” she looked at Angela and she was hoping that she wasn’t!?!?

“Noh,” Angela murmured “but she’s exhausted and I don’t know where she can go to get back on her feet without the media finding out and making matters worse.”

Brandy stood motionless as Lynn embraced her and held her like she was her own daughter and then she spoke softly to her. It didn’t take long for the three of them to start talking, about shit that didn’t have shit to do with “catfighting”. The time flew by, and Lynn knew that from what she could tell, plus the fact that Brandy was taking a slew of anti-depressants and she just… she just looked totally worn out. The longer that Brandy talked to them, the longer that they talked with her, Angela had already guessed as much that whatever happened to Whitney? Brandy knew the truth, and it did something to her, nothing good though, nothing good at all. Eventually, Brandy gave up on trying to reach Whitney, but then again, she was already onboard her own sinking ship. And trying to help a much larger vessel like Whitney’s? Only magnified her own problems. By the time the Deposed Pop Princess had given up trying to bilge pump and salvage Whitney’s sinking ship? Her own was already beyond repair, but Whitney? Still able to power forward in all of this fog and rough waters… simply steamed off into it, like the Flying Dutchman… leaving Brandy to fend for herself. Just when things seemed to have been getting back to some sense of at least working order…

The 405 car crash totally destroyed everything that Brandy had rebuilt and this time, she couldn’t salvage her ship. In order to even survive, she had to scuttle it and make due… then drift on the open seas of obscurity… for a lonnnng, long time…

The sound of Lynn’s heels against the Training Hall floor resounded slowly, as she took each sauntering step, intentionally so. They’d gotten Brandy to bed, and just by the conversation alone, the things they’d discussed, the confessions that Brandy made, and even… the things that they had shared with her? The conversations were heavy and it was late. Just for these two Black MILF’s to talk so candidly with Brandy, who was barely pushing late twenties! Yes, both Lynn and Angela had some very stunning careers, but in all honesty, Brandy, whether anyone knows it or not, likes it or not, or remembers it, or not. She still is… one of the top selling artist in American music history, which is nothing to wave off, and for all of it to come down to an abandoned Training Hall, a black Porsche and literally living out of it!?!? Fate can be cruel… but now?

“Why did you call me here?” Lynn whispered. She had gotten out of her expensive coat a long time ago, and laid her suit jacket on her forearm since, but now? She was back in her black suit coat… hoping that Angie wasn’t gonna ask her… what she THOUGHT, she was gonna ask her.

“I need your help. I’m already bogged down at home, and it’s almost time for me to get back before Vance loses it, but?” “You just can’t leave Brandy here, can you?” Lynn looked at her and the hairs on the back of her neck were standing on end as she started telling herself that Angie would NOT think of, but then Angela spoke up softly “I need you to take Brandy to” “OH NOH! OHHHH, NO. NO-NO-NO-NO-NO!” Lynn smiled and waved and pranced a bit as she started for the door but Angie caught up to her quick and started talking face “HE’LL LISTEN TO YOU!” “HE, doesn’t listen to ANYBODY! Besides, he loves him some Bassett! I figure, give’em a little” but Angie cut her off “OH C’MON, I’M MARRIED WITH” “SO MUCH THE BETTER! He likes seasoned catfish. Now if you’ll excuse me” “If anyone has a seasoned catfish it’s you.” “Now that,” Lynn stopped “now that wasn’t really necessary.” “C’mon LYNN, PLEASE! I can’t go there by myself!” “And I CAN’T HELP YOU, NOH!” “LYNNNN, c’mon now, Brandy needs a place ta stay where no one will bother her! It’s a perfect” “A PERFECT, no. No, he doesn’t like visitors and” Angie had no choice now so she played all the cards she had in her hand as she cut Lynn off and reminded her that “Lynn you’re single and I know he’ll send a private plane over here to scoop you right on up, immediately!” Lynn frowned, but Angie kept on her, moving around to crowd her AWAY FROM the door “He needs a woman like you, you know that.” “What? Girl, PLEASE! He’s almost” “YOUNG ENOUGH TO TURN YOU OUT!”

Lynn’s head snapped back in disbe “Don’t get carried away now.”

“C’mon Lynn, you know that he won’t listen to me because he knows I’m married. I can’t sweet talk him.” “OH BUT I CAN?!?!” “Shhh, c’mon now, you’ll wake up Brandy.” Their argument dropped to hushed harsh words as Lynn told Angie “Look, I shoulda known that you were only callin me because you needed something from him, well look!?!? I feel sorry for Brandy, but I don’t feel THAT SORRY to lose my life trying to con him into lettin her stay on his Estate. You know that he’s got all of those wack-jobs already, and they’re trigger happy little tramps at that! Plus I haven’t spoken to him in almost a year! How is that gonna look if I show up, with a stressed out inpatient to drop on his doorstep! Uh-uh, NO WAY, sorry!” “So it’s like that!?!?” “Yes, it’s like that, and that’s the way it is, just like RUN-DMC said.” “Okay,” Angie sighed “ok, fine. If it’s like that?” Lynn knew already that something was wrong, but by the time she tried to, TOO LATE!

“HEY!?!? WHAT THE HELL!?!?” Angie had GRABBED LYNN’S LEOPARD COLLARED COAT AND!?!?

“AHA!!!!” she had just gotten into the inside pocket, just as Lynn was yanking it away from her and she pulled out… a PERFECT WHITE DIAMOND NECKLACE!!!!

“GIVE THAT BACK!!!!” YOU FUCKIN BITCH!?!? HOW DARE YOU!!!!

Just the tone in Lynn’s voice!? Angie was well aware of what the necklace signified and she was WELL AWARE that Lynn carried it on her AT ALL TIMES “SO! Still carrying this I see?!” “Give it back, Angie.” Lynn’s voice was a deep throaty sneer that reeked of ‘give it back or else’, but Angie simply moved to the center of the Training Hall “No way,” then she STUFFED IT DOWN THE CROTCH OF HER SWEATPANTS, RIGHT INTO HER PANTIES “you want it, come take it.” here we go, Angie prepared herself because she knew Lynn would fight to the fuckin death to get back her precious diamond necklace. Never mind that the fuckin thing was an ultra-rare find ANYWHERE on this balla mud we call home.

Lynn’s mouth hung open at the “How, DARE YOU STUFF MY NECKLACE IN THAT USED UP!?!?” then Lynn settled down immediately as she shook her head slowly “You’re just so caught-up in trying to help Brandy. You’re baiting me.” give it back you bitch. How dare you fuckin stuff my necklace down your dry-ass, in your GODDAMN “Look? Listen to meh, Angie?” even Angie was amazed as Lynn actually… fidgeted for a bit… and she knew, Angie knew that… You won’t be able to leave it behind Lynn. It means too much to you. I need your help, he won’t let Brandy stay if I ask him, but he’ll listen to you. I know you miss him and I know he misses you too, and I’m sorry. But I can’t leave Brandy alone and I just don’t have the means to bring her home with me. She needs space. She needs peace and quiet and privacy so she can

Angie was so lost in thought that she hadn’t heard a word that Lynn was saying to her and it damn near cost her as Lynn was actually starting to ease up on her, clearly aware that she’d spaced out “Noooo Lynn, nice try. You want this back? Then all you need to do is take it from me.” “You fool… you’d think you’d already know that it’s a dumb idea to do what you’re doing.” “Brandy’s life is hangin by a thread, and no I’m not being melodramatic. I know that if he allows her to stay there, then she’ll get the best care possible and be able to get back on her feet. But I can’t” “DIDN’T YOU HEAR MEH, I CAN’T HELP YOU!!!!” Angie recoiled from the sudden, then she saw? Lynn told her flat out, solemnly, softly “He’s finally in a committed relationship… I’d be just as powerless as you are to convince him of the price of tea in China. Now please… it’s all I

have left… please, GIVE ME MAH DAMN NECKLACE!!!!” “AHHHH!?!?!?” Angie tried to back away but Lynn tackled her to the HARDWOOD!!!!! DAMMIT, Angie cursed to herself, I let her get in the first shot! I have to!?!? Angie knew that Lynn is NOT Brandy! And Lynn knew that Angie was absolutely crazy to have pulled this shit! While Angie was trying to regain her composure and get Lynn off of her, the only thing going through Lynn’s mind was to get her fuckin necklace BACK, and then get the FUCK OUTTA HERE!

They both struggled pretty fuckin hard as each knew full well what had happened the only other time that they had fought! Angie wanted to do her damndest NOT to make the same mistake again! Lynn on the other hand was looking to get this over with quick and CLEAN! If that schizo-bitch Brandy came out here NOW?!?! She knew that regardless of the fact that Angie had just whipped her spoiled little ass earlier, hard enough to knock her the fuck out up against the goddamn wall!?!? I can’t linger here! FUCK WAS I THINKING EVEN COMING HERE!?!?! STUPID, STUPID, STUPID!!!!! Just the thought was enough to spur Lynn on to overpower Angie and put the sneaky little bitch on her back “You lured me here on purpose!” Lynn sneered “But no way are you gonna get me caught up in your Team CRACKHEAD HI-JINKS!!!!”

“Team Crackhead?” Angie grit her teeth as she tried to fend Lynn off “You and your… colorful fuckin imagination!” Then she finally got her right hand free enough to get it up underneath Lynn’s left shoulder and armpit, and then TOSS HER OFF! Lynn caught herself on her hands as she was still straddling Angie’s sweatpants covered waist! Angie tried to rear up to hit Lynn but Lynn was quickly back on her with a hard groan of frustration! Angie knew she had to be careful because Lynn actually knew how to fuckin fight! Too many mistakes like last time and it was all over for her and Brandy! If Lynn wasn’t such a stuck up PRINCESS, LITERALLY!

But the quick taste of Lynn’s right handed slap stopped Angie’s internal bitching and brought her Black-ass back to the matter at hand, LITERALLY “OH U!?!?” “You always were too fuckin stuck up for your own good, Angie!” And this only made Angie kick and flail harder to get out as she told Lynn “I was just gonna say the same shit about YOU!” She tried to shove Lynn off, to no avail AGAIN! Lynn’s black power skirt, pun intended, was riding high as she stayed straddled on this fake-ass Mother Theresa! I’m so gonna enjoy beatin the Black off of your ass, Lynn then followed up her thought with action as she grabbed Angie by her HAIR! Angie gasped “OH!?!?” as Lynn started trying to pound the back of her head against the HARDWOOD “GIMME MY FUCKIN NECKLACE UPPERCLASS GHETTO TRASH!!!!” Angie cried out and for once was hoping that Brandy heard this shit and would get the fuck up and HELP HER!!!!!

Ironically, hiding just behind the entryway from the interior into the main Training Hall, was Brandy. But she had no intention of helping, none in the least. Ah wanna see how the fuck you beat meh? Lynn is no fuckin joke and she’s already kickin your stank ass, so how the fuck u gonna get outta this one, Miss Christian. U betta pray ta God cause Brandy don’t like ugly. Helpin me or not, I’m sorry. Nobody beats me the fuck up and thinks I’m honestly gonna help’em. Brandy licked her lips as Lynn waylaid Angie again with another slap, but she saw that Angie was tryin her damndest to make sure that whenever Lynn tried to actually punch her, she did her best to block it. Ah see what u’re doin, think them slaps don’t hurt? Let’er catch u with one of’em the right way and we’ll see if you block them as hard as you’re blockin her fists. Either way, I win. You beat her? I lost the fight, not the war. I know you wanna help me, so I win. She beats you? I can already tell you ain’t gone go down without a real hard fight. So she’ll be sloppy seconds AND THEN!?!? I get ta have my cake and eat it too! I wonder what she taste like?

Angie kicked out hard as Lynn slapped the shit outta her AGAIN! THIS ISN’T WORKIN!!!! CAN’T GET ANY!?!? But Lynn hauled off and hit her again and then started grinding her body against Angie! Angie reached up and then had to pull back as Lynn went to trying to pound her head against the hardwood again! I AIN’T FUCKIN AROUND WITH YOU ANGIE “GIMME THE GODDAMN NECKLACE!” “JESUS CHRIST WHY ARE YOU FREAKING OUT LIKE THIS!?!?!” Good point, Brandy thought to herself? Brandy had got there too late to see what started it all. Everything was going close to how she planned it, except… for the getting-knocked-the-fuck-out-standing-up-while-humping-the-wall, part. Errrrr, Brandy grit her teeth as she knew for sure that-that, was exactly what the fuck had happened. Old BITCH! When she fuckin, woo, she is NOT playin. I see now, don’t get between Lynn and her jewelry. When that bitch hit me? Who am I kiddin, I was already all fucked the hell up. I didn’t think she had that kinda fight left in her tired-ass! Where was all of, then Brandy remembered. Oh that’s right. She started training with that monk dude after we all got our asses kicked and went separate ways. She got booted out though, this much Angie had foolishly told her FAKING FRIEND hours ago, as Brandy poured on the poor-me routine extra fuckin thick.

Lynn let go of Angie’s hair in frustration as Angie had once again fended off the attempt to put her the fuck away fast! STUBBORN SLUT! I’ll fix YOU! Lynn scooted up quickly as she pushed Angie’s wild flailing fingers away from her eyes! NICE TRY TROUT! I’ll fix your ass! She scooted up again till she got her leopard pantied pussy onto Angie’s sweat shirted stomach, and then!?!?

Angie flinched as Lynn got up on her knees slightly and then bore down on her STOMACH with her CROTCH! OH SHIT!?!? Things went from bad to worse for Bassett as Lynn then went back to trying to get a hairhold of Angela’s HEAD! Angela cried out as Lynn sat on her stomach AGAIN and drove the air out of her while she FINALLY broke through Angela’s attempts to keep her out of her hair “GOTCHA NOW, CHRISTIAN CUNT! And you KNOW what they say about them Church Girls!?!? XXX or Church, that’s where ya find’em at!” now lets wrap this shit up so I can go HOME! There’s a sale at Benny Maru’s in Tokyo and the planes all warmed up!

Angela gripped Lynn’s wrists as she tried to keep her head up while Lynn’s red nailed fingers were firm in her fuckin hair “U bitch!” she gasped! I CAN’T LET HER!?!? She actually arched her whole body up as Lynn bore down on her with all she had and yelled at her “JUST PRETEND THAT YOU’RE BACK IN COLLEGE AND GIVE IT UP LIKE THE GOOD OLE DAYS!!!!” “YOU,” Angie groaned “HAVE ME CONFUSED WITH YOU!” Angie quickly let go of Lynn’s left arm and quickly hauled off and hit her since Lynn had come in so goddamn CLOSE! Lynn huffed at the audacity and actually flinched, but the second shot to the left side of her face made her wince and turn away! Then with an angry groan she let go as she took a third shot that actually made her fall up against Angie! But Angie already knew as Lynn was bitterly whining against her that all she’d really done is what she needed! Lynn was quickly scrambling “U little BITCH!” to regain control of Angie, but then with a startled yelp she was pushed to the side and forced to catch herself! YOU LITTLE!?!? But Angie managed to dump her off of her in a hurry and Lynn cried out in frustration!

Brandy watched as the two middle-aged MILF’s scrambled apart, not daring to dive at the other. She didn’t know if Angie was more fucked up by the fact that Lynn had been riding her for this long? Or if the fact that Lynn didn’t finish Angie off when she had her, was why Lynn didn’t go right back after Angie! I gotta get better and what better way to learn, Brandy smirked and stayed back, stayed out of sight. What better way to learn than from two old bitches that I KNOW, learned from real fighters.

Angie got her hands up and came at Lynn, a clear violation of what the fuck she was taught, but hey, she got booted out so? Lynn’s high heels sharp sounds echoed in this otherwise dead of fuckin night. She easily evaded the sloppy punch of Angela’s and then threw one out there that caught Angela’s shoulder, turned her slightly enough for Lynn to take a step forward with the hard stamp of her heel, then a very much UNWANTED FOREARM BLASTED RIGHT THE FUCK THROUGH ANGELA’S FLIMSY BLOCK “SHIT!”

I’ve never heard Angie curse this much? Brandy was sure that, these two gotta lotta bad blood between them.

Lynn saw that flimsy or not, Angie had gotten her fuckin forearms up and blocked her “You are gettin on my last nerve, Ghetto Girl!” Angie was about to say something when Lynn’s left handed slap actually knocked her sideways! AN OPENING! Lynn drew back her right, close to her tits as she was just finishing the left handed slap! Angie couldn’t see past those, fuck is she UP TO!?!? Angie knew Lynn was up to some sneaky, she righted herself from the slap and BARELY SAW Lynn’s concealed STRAIGHT RIGHT AS SHE UNLOADED IT! Even Brandy was taken off-guard, HOLY SHIT!?!? By the speed and power behind Lynn’s punch as Angie cried out and countered Lynn by turning her body, she turned her waist AWAY from the punch so that it merely grazed by her! QUICKLY she GRABBED LYNN’S EXTENDED ARM WITH BOTH OF HER OWN, TYING LYNN UP “WHAT-THE-FUCK!?!?” Then, she YANKED LYNN OFF-BALANCE!!!! SHIT!?!?! LYNN’S HEELS HIT THE HARDWOOD IN A STUDDERSTEPPING SCUFFLE AS LYNN YELPED IN SURPRISE!!!! Angela held Lynn’s right arm hard against her with her LEFT, while she brought her right forearm up into Lynn’s GUT, AS SHE YANKED HER “UHH!” It was a sudden move on top of another sudden move, but then Lynn was reeled again as Angie KEPT HER OPEN, EXTENDED! YOU BITCH!?!?

Angie gave Lynn ANOTHER quick forearm shot that caused the Creole Queen to actually flinch and bear her teeth! Lynn’s heels hit the floor in another staccato attempt to break away as she cursed hard “FUCKIN CHRISTIAN CUNT, LET GOH!!!!” But Angie had gotten inside her defense and still had her fuckin arm and gave her ANOTHER quick forearm shot to her STOMACH! The sound of Lynn’s heels carried around the training hall as she took two hard steps back from that one while she groaned again! Knowing she needed out of this, Angie simply gave an elbow to Lynn’s GUT as Lynn was finally raising her left arm to try to do something! The elbow to the gut had the Creole Queen bitching bitterly, but not doing a goddamn thing but standing there in Angie’s clutches! Angie got her right arm from in-between herself and Lynn as Lynn was now clutching her blouse covered midsection from the four quick hits that she’d taken from this bitch! I GOTTA!?!? PULL IT, noh!

Lynn braced herself as Angie STILL had her fuckin ARM! GHETTO TRASH! She tried to get her left arm from around her gut, but Angie’s FIST connected to her FACE “UHHN!” and she planted her right heel hard as she was almost rocked by that one, FUCKIN WON’T!?!? Then as soon as she shook off that one she took ANOTHER SHOT THAT MADE HER CRY OUT! Brandy actually pressed herself against the doorframe as she was watching how Lynn was writhing around as Angie was taking it to her! She is KICKIN YOUR ASS, LYNN! I thought you were hotshot!?!? But then Brandy pursed her lips wet with her tongue as Angie socked Lynn again but this time with an open palm to the same side of the FACE! DAMN!?!? Fuck did she LEARN, I don’t even wanna know what she’d be like if she hadn’t gotten kicked the fuck out!?!?

Angie tried to pace herself as she knew full good and fuckin well that Lynn could take a shitload of damage, so she wanted to hit her in places she knew the stuck up bitch would actually FEEL IT AT! She barely held on long enough to get the fourth shot in, an actual SLAP! Before Lynn wailed angry, her high heels stomping and strumming the hardwood as she powered her way out! PANTING! Angie DID NOT try to go after her! NOT YET! She needed everything to SET IN, so that Lynn’s big-ass understood that she’d just been shown EXACTLY where she stood when she had the upper-hand, and when Angie had the upper-hand!

Lynn came to a stop panting hard as the whole left side of her face was stinging like a BASTARD! YOU BITCH!!!! She touched the side of her face with her left hand as she continued to hard pant, glaring at Angela “This isn’t OVER! Youuuu,” she sucked on her bottom lip as she just kept heaving at the fact that she had just gotten WORKED THE FUCK OVER! Busted my fuckin “youuuu?” Now? Lynn’s nipples were rock hard and she felt an intense wave of all consuming fuckin ANGER! Then she heard him “Hmpfh, I can’t teach you unless you’re willing to listen.” “Well? Just show me the ropes and?” “It doesn’t work that way Lynn.” “Then how does it work?” “I can see why Mfume stopped dealing with you.” “Ohhhh, funny, real funny.” “I’m not laughing and I wasn’t being funny. You’re a control freak, and you don’t like to listen at the weirdest times.” “You, callin me a control freak?” “Exactly. So we’ll make this our last lesson together till you learn what it means to learn from others before you start trying to boss around your teachers.”

Angie couldn’t figure out? Fuck is she standing there for? Even Brandy was trying not to slide her hand down her pants as she could see how Lynn was heaving as she stood there, but she had this? She was faintly… fuck… panting? She was standing there panting… like she was, she sounded like she was making that moaning noise that, OKAY!?!? Brandy shook her head and focused. No time for happy fingers! But… what the fuck is Lynn doing?

Lynn took a deep breath and re-gathered herself. What should I do? I can’t leave my necklace here with this bitch, I CAN’T! But? She wasn’t this good last time, so who the fuck did she FUCK, to learn all of this SHIT! I can’t leave without it, BITCH KNOWS IT! ERRRRRR, FUCK! Lynn picked her hands up slowly. She licked the corner of her mouth where Angela had gotten off a few solid shots. Her left cheek was slightly bruised and blemished, but she’d already stopped bleeding from the little cut to the left corner of her mouth. All right then… “C’mon Ghetto Girl gone Hollywood.” Lynn slowly sneered “This isn’t over by a long shot.”

Angie? Didn’t know what to make of Lynn’s weird ass behavior now. But she did know this much “I’m tired of you callin me that. It’s not my fault that I don’t fall into your tired-ass stereotype, stuck up bourgeois Black, BITCH!” Angie came in hard and fast and Lynn smiled and Angie knew she’d FUCKED UP! Soon as she swung!?!? LYNN CLOCKED HER RIGHT IN THE FUCKIN MOUTH!!!! Brandy actually turned away, ouch! She looked back in time to see Lynn GRAB ANGIE! Then they all heard the scuffle of Lynn’s high heels against the hardwood as she started KNEEING ANGIE! Angela tried to BREAK FREE, BUT LYNN’S GRIP WAS LIKE A VICEGRIP! She hammered Angela in the GUT AGAIN and the hard scuffle of her heels as she stayed on Angie, muscled her back and made her eat ANOTHER KNEE! THEN ANOTHER! ANGIE ACTUALLY CRIED OUT AND STRUGGLED TO GET FREE! ANOTHER KNEE HAD HER CRY OUT IN A COUGHING GASP!!!! LYNN’S HEEL’S SCRAPED THE FLOOR AND THEN SHE PLANTED AND GOT PICKED UP BY ANGIE AND DRIVEN TO THE HARDWOOD FLOOR “ARGH!!!!”

Both bitches were hard panting as they wrestled with each other till Lynn got on top of Angela with a bitter bark of resentment! She mounted Angie HARD AS FUCK and forced her to cry out! But then Angie slapped her RIGHT IN THE FUCKIN EAR! Lynn CRIED OUT AND ANGIE EASILY ROLLED HER OFF AND GOT ON TOP OF LYNN AS SHE KICKED OUT AND CURSED!!!! LYNN SCURRIED AND SCUFFLED UNDERNEATH ANGIE, BUT ANGIE MANAGED TO LAND SOME SLAPS TO HER FACE BEFORE THE CREAMING CREOLE QUEEN COULD TOSS HER OFF!!!! Lynn’s heels hit the hardwood with a series of scrapes as she scrambled up to her feet angry as FUCK! She turned around into a BITCH-SLAP FROM ANGIE “NOOH!!!” Then she lunged INTO ANGIE, DUG HER NAILS INTO ANGIE’S SHOULDER AND GAVE IT ALL SHE HAD!!!!!

“AAAAH-FUCK!!!!” Angie cried out as Lynn’s sharp as NAILS has actually gotten through the fabric of her sweatshirt and “OH SHIT!?!?!” She caught on too late that Lynn was actually looking to!?!? Lynn began to sling Angie around by her sweatshirt! Angie CRIED OUT AS LYNN’S NAILS WERE “DAMN YOU, YOU SABRETOOTH WANNA-BE!!!!” But Lynn quickly shut her up with a fist to the MOUTH! Then she yanked Angie into a KNEE-KICK! Angela cried out from her GUT as if she was about to lose it on the FLOOR!?!? Her fuckin tongue was hangin out and her eyes were watered the fuck up as she felt Lynn pulling her sweatshirt up “NOH!?!?”

Brandy’s pussy got even wetter as she admired the fact that Lynn was NOT fuckin around! She gets her shirt up over her fuckin head, IT’S OVER 4 U ANGIE!!!!

Angie STRUGGLED, but she was all fucked up from that knee and Lynn EASILY got her sweatshirt up and started to IMMEDIATELY GET HER TANGLED THE FUCK UP IN IT!!!! Angie began hyperventilating as panic set in! Her bra covered tits were exposed and supersensitive to the fact that Lynn had her in THE WORST FUCKIN WAY!!!! To this point the Empress Dowager had kept the Queen of the Creole’s on the ropes and moments away from puttin her tits down on this training hall floor, but now? This time this wasn’t Brandy’s sick lipstick lesbian lovefest from when she THOUGHT, she’d laid Angela out. This time, Angela’s sweet Black MILF muff, really was creaming over at the fact that Lynn only had to hit her the right fuckin way and IT WAS ALL OVER!?!? SHIT-SHIT-SHIT-SSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHIT!?!? BRANDY, YOU LITTLE BITCH!??!? HELP MEH!!!! HELP MEH!!!!

Brandy, was too busy with her hand down her fuckin pants fingering herself because she wanted to see Angela get KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT!!!! Then? Oh yeah… party time. I’ll knock out Lynn’s ass with the Grammy Award, to the back of the neck. In the main training hall dojo. She won’t have ah fuckin clue what hit’er. THEN!?!? I can have sloppy seconds on both of them! Brandy damn near came just from the thought of being in complete fuckin control of both of these dumb cunts. They think they’re helpin meh? Poor deluded old folks, it just ain’t right on some level, God ah’m so fuckin wet! But it ain’t right on some level to be foolin these two dried up bitches, but I gotta admit… For some ole stank bitty’s, they… they still look fuckin good. Ah’m a enjoy this… then blame it all on porn on the internet, video games from Japan, the stressful life of being a washed up celebrity… and Jerry Springer! Ah got it all worked out!

Lynn didn’t waste anytime! She tore into Angela IMMEDIATELY! A few quick shots to her exposed stomach! Angela cried out, but it was all muffled up by her own fuckin sweatshirt being overtop of her HEAD! She struggled and FLAILED TO NO AVAIL AS SHE FELT LYNN’S NAIL’S SCRAP AND SCRATCH AT HER! YOU BITCH “YOU BITCH-YOU BITCH-YOU BITCH!!!!” CAN’T LET HER GRAB ME AGAIN!!!! I CAN’T!!!! Angie tried to back peddle hard as hell, but Lynn was right on her and finally CAUGHT HER!!!! OH FUCK!!!! Can’t get this!?!? I CAN’T GET IT “UHHHL!!!!” Angela’s cunt flinched just as hard as the rest of her body as Lynn finally got a good hold of her and KNEED HER RIGHT IN THE GUT!!!! THEN ANGELA TURNED ON THE JETS AND RAMMED RIGHT INTO LYNN AND THE SOUND OF LYNN YELPING WAS UNMISTAKABLE, AS WELL AS THE SOUND OF HER FUCKIN HIGH HEELS NOT BEING ABLE TO GIVE LYNN ANYWHERE NEAR THE SUPPORT AND STABILITY, THAT ANGELA’S SNEAKERS DID!!!!

Lynn actually spritzed her leopard panties as she was slammed down HARD onto her BACK AND ASS AGAIN!!!! WHATTHEHELL!?!? She grit her teeth as she fended off the flailing of Angela against her body and then scurried from under the BITCH! Angela was hard fuck-panting in fear as she heard Lynn curse her and was clearly coming at her! She got her arms out of her sweatshirt, but her still  had it around her SHOULDERS, BUT SHE COULD SEE! LYNN RAMMED INTO HER AND THEY HIT THE HARDWOOD! Then Angie got Lynn onto her BACK “U BITCH!” “FUCK YOU!” “FUCK U TOO!” It was only at this point that Angie realized that Lynn’s precious white diamond necklace was getting spit shined and soaked in Angela’s pussyjuice! Mind you, Angie on top, didn’t last long, so Lynn’s necklace got another coat of cunt cream as Angela was shoved off and onto her back for yet ANOTHER TIME!

Now Brandy was just jealous! Fuck do these two OLD BATS DO!?!? DRINK THE BLOODA YOUNG BITCHES!?!? GODDAMN!?!? How the fuck r they still goin at this shit without their 1-ADay vitamins and shit!?!?

Angela staggered to her feet and stumbled backwards getting her goddamn shredded sweatshirt offa her “BITCH!” But Lynn was up only a second later, her bluish blouse was out from all of this back-and-forth with Angela! Gotta wrap this UP! Soon as she saw Angela struggle to get the, NOW! Lynn closed in hard and fast as Angela was JUST getting her sweatshirt off! OH SHIT!?!? Angela practically pissed as she fumbled with her sweatshirt and Lynn came in with a HARD RIGHT which WHIFFED! Lynn spritzed her leopard panties again as Angela sidestepped her and then wrapped her sweatshirt around Lynn’s THROAT “GACKT!!!!” Lynn IMMEDIATELY GRABBED AT IT LIKE A FOOL! ANGELA GAVE HER A GOOD HARD CHOKE AS SHE STRUGGLED AND TRIED TO GET FREE OF THE FUCKED UP NOOSE AROUND HER NECK “HOW’S THIS FOR A TASTE OF SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY, STUCK UP CREOLE CUNT!”

Lynn’s eyes watered and she cried out as she fought for air and then GAVE ANGELA A SERIOUS ELBOW TO HER HIP! Angela cried out and relented long enough for Lynn to elbow her AGAIN! Angela actually winced and whined and slumped towards her injured left hip and then she LET GO before Lynn could dole out another fuckin elbow! Lynn staggered forward and threw down Angela’s fuckin sweatshirt as she heaved for air and tried to see straight! Fuckin BITCH TRIED TA KILL MEH!?!? She stumbled a few more steps until she heard footsteps closing in and she simply turned and SWUNG! Angela CRIED OUT AND STAGGERED AWAY, CAUGHT, by wild-flail ATTACK! Lynn, panted, regained her bearings! As Angela staggered to the fuckin far wall, but stopped midway? She turned in time to see and hear Lynn walking up on her! Lynn gave off a guttural groan as she threw a punch that caught Angela right in her bra-covered TITS! Angela winced and took another shot STRAIGHT TO THE TITS and she felt all of her fuckin strength just DRAIN THE FUCK AWAY! She shined up Lynn’s necklace even more with her sloppy pussy sauce and knew that it was over! Lynn cried out as Angela BLASTED INTO HER WITH AN ANIMALISTIC CRY!!!! LYNN’S HEELS SCRAPED THE HARDWOOD AND AGAIN GAVE HER NO FUCKIN PROTECTION AT ALL IN KEEPING ANGELA FROM HOOKING HER LEFT LEG AND PICKING HER UP!!!! LYNN CRIED OUT AND SPRITZED HER LEOPARD PANTIES EVEN HARDER AS ANGELA SLAMMED HER ONTO THE HARDWOOD FOR A THIRD OR FOURTH TIME!!!!

Lynn whined loudly as Angela was just grinding against her as she lay on top of her. Then both bitches kicked and struggled till Angela lifted her head and groaned! Then Lynn craned her head back whined as she shut her eyes hard and tight! Angela, fuck-panting, took Lynn by her hair weakly. Lynn turned away and whined and then opened her eyes half-way as she kicked out at ceiling till Angela started forcing her the fuck up. Angela felt Lynn grab her wrist and then strike it, but she kept pulling as she groaned and groaned. Lynn then barked and SWEPT ANGELA’S LEGS OUT FROM UNDER HER! Angela BITCH-BARKED AND ATE HARDWOOD RIGHT ONTO HER FUCKIN CHEST AND CHIN!!!! Angela gave off an exhausted, loud and lusty moan, as her ass was up in the air and she was washing Lynn’s necklace in her panties with her worn out wetness and actual piss from being brought down by this BITCH! Brandy shuddered, that’s it! Goddamn, these two must fuckin HATE EACH OTHER! No wonder Lynn wouldn’t fuckin join, never mind that she’s a stuck up bitch to boot, but goddamn we coulda used her in the League. I gotta find a way to spin this shit so?

But as Brandy was trying to figure out what to do? The Creole Queen, stumbled to her feet, her heels echoing just how fuckin unsteady the Bayou Bitch was, but!?!? She savored seeing Angela flat on her fuckin CHIN! With her ass up in the air flinching along with her fuckin leg, from FACEPLANTING ON HER OWN TRAINING HALL FLOOR! Lynn licked her lips as Angela actually… tried to fight through it, she peeled back her lips and actually bared her teeth like an attack bitch, but her eyes tightened hard as hell… and then relaxed. She drew in a sharp breath through her clenched teeth like a woman of her stature should. She’d fought with everything she had, but? It wasn’t like she didn’t know what it meant to taste defeat, but she didn’t want it here… and certainly not to her sometimey friend, slash, rival, slash, “older sister”, slash, pain-in-the-ass! She exhaled and whimpered as she actually pulsed some spittle through her teeth and then settled down with a shudder.

Lynn, licked her lips slowly, savoring the moment, the victory “God,” she moaned softly “I’m gonna sleep for a fuckin week! You shoulda just gave me my shit back, bitch. Empress Dowager of Actresses, my ass.” Lynn crouched down and, she cleared her own tussled hair from her face. She felt a rush of power as she knew that a Dowager rules through her son. A Queen? Well, she rules either alone or with a King. Fuck could a bitch that rules from behind the screen, think she could compete with one who ruled openly. Dumb ass. Lynn did not hesitate to go up into Angela’s sweatpants and into Angela’s panties and “Oh u bitch?” Lynn looked at Angela from the side as she told Angela quietly “You gettin your rocks off on my rocks!?!? Christian cunt, what did I tell ya? XXX” “Or the Church?”

Lynn’s eyes widened in shock “HUH!?!?” just as much as Brandy’s did! OH SHIT SHE WAS PLAYIN POSSUM!!!!

Angela quickly swept her right arm out as hard as she could while Lynn was rushing to get away from her! Lynn YELPED as she was knocked off balance and forced to sit on her ass! Angela quickly scrambled after the stunned Creole cunt and brought her right hand that she’d used to sweep her off-balance! Back at Lynn for a dead center shot to Lynn’s TITS “HUHHL!!!!” Lynn was clutching her soaked white diamond necklace as she grabbed the center of her chest where Angela had just caught her! Her eyes narrowed as she struggled for breath while Angela was quick to climb all over her! With a hard groan Angela bowled Lynn over and Lynn cried out! They wrestled for a moment with Lynn still clutching her necklace and trying to regain her breath! WHAT THE FUCK!?!?! HOW DID SHE!?!? Lynn’s panties were pasted to her pussy as she was just drizzling and dumping hot sticky cuntjuice from the fact that Angela had somehow TRICKED HER!?!?! She pressed her legs together as Angela was forcing her back! Climbing up over top of her “YOU!?!?” She scooted back on her ass but Angela got to her feet and stayed on her, pulling her! TRYING TO FORCE HER UP! Then she felt Angela’s hands sink into her hair and get a firm hold as she scooted back again and finally started to gain some sort of, she finally started to recover from the shock that “Fuck did you survive that!?!?” she gasped!

But Angela dragged Lynn up by her hair, forced the Queen of Creole’s to get off of her ass and back onto her high priced hooker high-heels! Lynn grabbed at Angela’s arms, but she still had a death grip on her necklace so she couldn’t struggle for too long! She cried out as Angela kept her hairhold of her hard at her fuckin roots “YOU!?!?” But Angela only responded with a bitter groan as Lynn tried to pull away unsuccessfully! The sound of Lynn’s heels were like a bitch trying to stop from being dragged or forced out of the house or into a bath. Lynn groaned and whined and resisted till she cried out in an exhausted fashion and finally her heels hit the hardwood in a clear stumble and Angela got her going where she wanted her to go. Lynn balled up her left hand and rammed it into Angela’s GUT, but Angela stumbled for a second as she whined in her throat. But then she shoved Lynn by her hair and head before she could load up another gut-punch! Lynn whined and she staggered and stumbled, righted herself and turned.

Brandy knew what Angela wanted. She’s drivin her towards tha wall like she did me! Bitch!

Lynn threw a left then a right, but Angela was RIGHT UP ON HER! Neither of her punches connected and it looked more like two drunk bitches trying to do shit better left in their own fuckin home instead of in a ring or a catfight! Angela grabbed Lynn by her shoulders and shoved her back again! Lynn whined as she was forced back, but then she cried out as Angela caught her with a right cross that staggered her sideways and caused her eyes to narrow! FUCK! Soon as she righted herself she took a left, swung back wildly and missed with a whine! I got my necklace! I gotta get OUTTA HERE! Lynn started for the door but Angela grabbed her left arm and yanked her off balance! Lynn yelped, turned around and swung but once again Angela was TOO CLOSE! Her punch looped around and they clenched up again and Angela re-introduced Lynn’s stomach to her FIST! Lynn sucked her bottom lip and whined in her throat as Angela gave her two quick GUT-SHOTS! Lynn’s pussy was now just as sloppy and worn out as Angela’s! She heaved hard as she staggered back and then yelped again as Angela grabbed her blouse and ripped it open “MY SHIRT!?!? YOU BITCH!?!?”

Lynn got her balance again, but Angela yanked her blouse open and DOWN from around her shoulders, momentarily trapping Lynn! Lynn’s mouth fell open as she felt Angela pry her bra down and actually scratch her tits! BITCH IS “ENOUGH!” She came at Angela with another punch as she, but Angela literally GRABBED HER AND SHOVED HER to her right! Lynn stumbled to a stop “YOU!?!? UHHH!!!!” She slumped to her left as Angela caught her right on the right side of her face! She clutched her cuntjuice covered necklace as her own fuckhole was flinching fatal signs to tell her that she was almost finished. I!?!? CaN’T UnderSTAnD!?!? HoW!?!? HOW!?!? But as Lynn staggered back on her heels and righted herself again, she felt her spine tingle and her beautifully rimmed-puckered asshole was twitching hard from the fact that something was behind her!?!? Lynn knew she was almost to the wall! ShIT! I!?!? Lynn started to swing but Angela caught her AGAIN and her heels shuffled a few steps closer to the wall! Y the FuCK iS ShE!?!? Lynn’s arms were heavy as hell as she started whining harder to herself, HoW tHe fUCK, iS ShE!?!?

Brandy couldn’t BELIEVE!?!? She’s gonna fuckin BEAT HER!?!? HOW!?!? HOW THE FUCK COULD SHE HAVE!?!?

Angela didn’t think about anything as she knew she was about to actually pass out for REAL this time! If their was such a thing as “Karma points”, she knew she was usin them all up NOW! I let this go too far! I should’ve remembered sooner!

Lynn swallowed hard as she started fuck-panting with her mouth open, whining “YoU BiTCH! U wON’T, U cAn’T!” Whole fUcKin bod-D, on FIRE! WON’T LET U!?!? Lynn lunged right into Angela’s BITCH-SLAP! She yelped as cockspit was slapped right outta her fuckin MOUTH! Her clenching Creole CUNT, was already sitting open underneath her pasted up panties! Just like Angela she’d had more than her share of dick over the course of her lifetime! And good dick often left good pussy ragged and worn looking no matter what a woman tried to do to offset it. Never mind if she already had a cunt that had more character than this long-ass post! Lynn’s ragged lady cuntlips were covered in her Creole cream from going back-and-forth for all this time with this Christian CUNT! She knew, SHE KNEW! That Angela was NO BETTER OFF! BUT HOW, WHY!?!? WHY THE FUCK WAS SHE STILL RIDING HER ASS LIKE THIS!?!? Lynn couldn’t STAND IT! Couldn’t FIGURE IT OUT!!!! And that only made matters worse, which was actually what Angela had been trying to do since they started! She’d fucked up when she let Lynn get on top of her first! And she’d dragged this out far longer than she needed to by letting Lynn get the better of her early and often! It kept Lynn’s spirits up and in the fight. Kept her Creole cunt nice and tight. Angela knew that she was gonna lose if she kept going and going and going with Lynn being able to get the better of her more times than not. So… she gambled. No… she did what she has spent her life doing… acting. She gave Lynn something she knew could be used against her if she did it right… but she certainly didn’t mean to cut it this fuckin CLOSE!

“YOU TRICKED MEH!?!?” LYNN CRIED OUT!

Angela finally nodded slowly and then spoke softly “Those hooker high-heels of yours?” Lynn looked down at her beautiful black high-heels as Angela told her “Those knees of yours? Woulda hurt me a lot fuckin more if you had something where you didn’t haveta spend so much energy balancing yourself for fear a breakin your fool-ass-ankles.”

Lynn’s mouth dropped open and she fuck-panted harder as she looked up at Angela “I? I dOn’t UNderSTAND!?!?” Lynn felt the walls closing in on her as she couldn’t believe that Angela was!?!? It, bitch looked like she wasn’t hurt, she’s acting like “I dOn’T, UnDerStand!?!?”

Angela smirked “You took a lotta the power outta of them so that you’d be able to keep your fuckin balance, dumb ass. You may hate me, but your own body values ankles that ain’t broken by a bitter bitch tryin ta get even. I simply added some extra melodrama to some of your hits. Make no mistake… I did damn near knock myself the fuck out when I face planted, but that’s why they call it over-acting.” “You bitch!?!?” Lynn gasped! But Angela told her “I’m gonna knock you out now.”

Lynn clenched her fist and panted “YoU LuRed meh HeRE, cAn’T b-lieve, I fELL 4 ThIS ShIT!” She could feel the stinging sensation of every little bruise and bump, blemish! That this bitch had heaped up on her, while she wasn’t taking half of the fuckin damage!?!? ShE diDN’T taKE ½ ThE fUCKin PuNISHment THat I dId… fUCKIN GHETTO BITCH… triCKed MeH… tRicKED mEH… aGAIN… “U PIECE A SHIT!!!!” Lynn cried out and rushed at Angela who was right there to GREET HER WITH A BITCH-SLAP RIGHT TO HER COCKSUCKERS!!!! LYNN STAGGERED BACK WHINING HARD AS ALL HELL AS HER HEELS ECHOED OFF THE FLOOR UNEVENLY! SHE SPRITZED HER PANTIES WITH PISS AS SHE NOW KNEW THAT THE SOUND OF HER OWN HIGH-HEELS WERE JUST A REMINDER OF HOW THEY’D WORKED OUT AGAINST HER! SHE RIGHTED HERSELF IN ENOUGH TIME TO GET BITCH-SLAPPED SIDEWAYS AGAIN AND CRY OUT BITTERLY!!!! SHE TRIED TO RIGHT HERSELF AS SHE CLENCHED HER EYES TRYING TO DRIVE OFF UNCONSCIOUSNESS!!!! HER COW-TITS WERE HANGING OUT LITERALLY, ACHING! ESPECIALLY THE CENTER OF HER TITS! I’VE BEEN TRICKED! TRICKED! LURED MEH HERE KNOWING I WASN’T GONNA SAY YES TA HELPIN HER GHETTO TRASH, ASS!!!! MY SHIT IS RUINED, CLOTHES RUINED, EVERYTHING, RUINED!!!!

Angela shoved Lynn up against the wall causing Lynn to cry out again in a clearly exhausted whine! Lynn steadied herself against the wall, I wON’t gOh DoWN LiKE THIS!!!! But that only made Lynn moan harder in her throat as she started to push off only to get caught IMMEDIATELY by Angela “AHH! FuCK!” Angela had bitch-slapped her hard enough to turn her head hard to the left and finally undo the last pin that was holding Lynn’s hair from becoming anymore frayed and frazzled than it already was! Lynn slammed her hiked up skirted ass against the wall to stay up as she spritzed her totally trashed leopard panties! I wON’T GOH DOWN!!!! She started to reach up and sweep her newly fallen mane out of her face, but she felt the pins-and-needles and knew that Angela was already swinging for the fences AGAIN! It made her whole body tingle as she JUST COULDN’T, CAN’T TAKE MUCH MORE! I NEED OUT! I’VE GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE!!!!

But Angela BITCH-SLAPPED her HARD THE OTHER WAY which sent her senses spinning and she cried out again “AHHH!” She clutched her necklace as hard as she could while she pushed her ass out even harder against the wall to keep some sense of BALANCE! She fuck-panted rapidly as she started to reel and turn her head back but felt the onrush of air as she knew, NOH! As soon as the bitch-slap connected she just cried out like a broken bitch in heat “AHHGH!!!!” and her worn-out womanhood pushed her over the edge even further than she already was! Her black mane of hair was totally covering her face as she felt the nicks, scratches and stinging sensations of all of the shit that Angela had done to her! Plus the fact that Angela was actually turning her fucking head hard as FUCK with these FUCKIN open-hand SLAPS TO THE MOUTH! Certain bitches, for certain bratty-evil-bitches? Best way to put them the fuck down was by bitch-slapping them to SLEEP! Lynn knew this. Angela knew this. Brandy knew this. Vivica knows this. Salma knows this. Chiaki, Lucy? Halle? They all know this, but it’s more effective against Evil Bitches. Even as Lynn’s mane was hiding the fact that her fuckin cockspit covered tongue was hanging out like the broken bitch she’d been reduced to. Her eyes were shut tight as she knew that she should have known better than to allow herself to get lured here regardless of WHAT Angela said! She managed to draw her tongue back into her mouth as she felt ANOTHER stinging slap across her cocksuckers and SNOUT and she knew what Angela was doing to her “AHHHH-UH!!!!”

Brandy made a mental note to herself “Angela is brutal! She is WHIPPIN HER ASS!”

But as Lynn was turned by that last bitch-slap she knew that Angela was making it clear NOT TO FUCK WITH HER IN THE FUTURE! Lynn whined in her throat as all she could feel was the fuckin mind numbing STING, of being bitch-slapped SENSELESS! By THEE LAST BITCH, that she EVER, wanted to lose to! Her hair was all up in her FACE from a series of head turning-hair flying, cunt-and-ass kicking, BITCH-SLAPS! Lynn started to collapse as she felt her knees give out, but then she felt Angela’s hands in her HAIR! And she bitch-barked and instinctively grabbed at Angela’s arms, till Angela introduced the back of her fuckin head to the wall “UHHHHF!!!!!” Lynn’s ass hit the wall as well and she grinded against it for a hot second while she felt the sensations of pissing down her leg and the fact that her black nylons were already soaked from the everything as it was! She staggered forward with her only thought being to get to her cellphone or use the device she was given for emergency’s “Uhf!” The sound of her heels scuffling the floor as she slumped and stumbled off the wall, Geese? Haveta get back toooooo. She groaned in her throat as she weakly lifted her hands up to get her fuckin hair out of her face and in that instance everything just shut the fuck down. She could barely see straight but she saw Angela glaring at her while her fuckin legs just gave the fuck out. She cocked her head back as she weakly whined in a moan at Angela “TriCKed mEH!” And then she fell out onto the floor with a pathetic whimper. She tried to lift her head again, but now that she was laying on her tits with her body turned slightly on her hip? She could feel just how badly she’d gotten her royal ass whipped, and for a stuck-up, snooty, Evil Bitch like Lynn? Real royalty whipped and beaten by ghetto trash, AGAIN!?!? And that was at the heart of it, AGAIN! BiTcH Beat meh… ah… g….

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