Devonna

Return of the holy one



During the time when Deacon and Lynette had there first falling out Fch and
Loki waxed very ambitious approaching Lynette and other new comers about
various matches, some title and some non-title. One of the most memorable
non-title matches involved beautiful and mysterious, Devonna.

Fch was in the bookstore one evening just before closing looking through the
martial arts books; he found some on jiu jitstu and started toward the front
when he was stopped in his tracts by a tall stunning honey brown beauty in the
children’s section. Her long developed well-toned arms were juggling a black
Guchie bag with several kids’ books as her eyes were frantically scanning the
selections. She was wearing a cream colored form fitted sleeveless blouse,
which highlighted her muscular arms, taut v-shaped back, broad shoulders and
impressive six pack. Her basic black knee length pinafore accented the sexy
curvature of her delectable posterior and her lengthy well developed legs with
those diamond shaped calves so rarely found on sist’uhs.

"James and the Giant Peach" she mumbled repeatedly as her large lovely almond
shaped eyes raced transverse the crowded shelves. Gravity and her awkward hold
on her load caused a small book to fall, Fch rushed to pick it up.

"Thanks so much"

"Sure, you have quite a load there you must be a teacher"

"Yes I am"

"Elementary?"

"Well yes, I’m a stay at home mom and I home school my children"

"Oh that’s great" Though disappointed that she was married Fch really meant
what he said in that he was a great proponent of education. Fch started our
scholarship program for high school and college students and was single
handedly responsible for the full ride to Stanford that Bonita Bodyrock
received.

Besides, being in the presence of such a magnificent physical specimen even
for a moment was a comfort to any full-blooded man.

"Is this what you are looking for?" Fch said handing her a copy of "James and
the Giant Peach"

"Oh thank you sir!" she said smiling from ear to ear. Just then an
announcement came over the store PA system; "Attention "Half OFF" customers we
are now closed will you please bring all selections to the front counter so
that we may serve you, thank you". They turned and headed toward the front.

Lynette was alone but not for long, a young punker dressed all in grunge black
with numerous facial piercing joined her at the other end of the counter. They
got in Lynette’s line since she was closest to the children’s section.

"Is this all together?" Lynette asked the young lady" with a devilish grin.

"Oh no we’re not together these are mine" she said laying her books on the
counter to be rung up. Lynette winked playfully at Fch; she learned pretty
quickly that the men in the Battle Clan looked at every athletic woman the
same way, as a potential fighter and a potential lover. Fch could tell her no
different than what she was thinking because his eyes were constantly, though
quickly, scanning the woman’s exquisite form.

They made their way out the front door and went their separate ways in
opposite directions. Both placed their books in the rear of their vehicles
then after an echoed shutting of doors a call came to Fch from his left, he
stopped.

"Excuse me, sir" It was her, the striking well-built belle from the store but
what could she possibly want? He turned to see poetry in motion; her hips and
long black ponytail oscillated rhythmically to inaudible but unmistakable
Nubian cadence of her heels demonstratively meeting the pavement with every
step.

"Yes ma’am" Fch replied respectfully.

"My name is Devonna, does that mean anything to you?"

"Devonna, Devonna, Devonna" Fch said in a decrescendo while looking down to
search an invisible mental file. "Oh my god, Devonna" He looked steadfastly
into her eyes with awe and surprise.

"Then you are the Fchman?"

"Devonna", he said in a half whisper, still in shock.

"Yes, and you are Fch?"

"Aaah yes ma’am, please forgive my stupor it’s just that G-Man told us that
you had disappeared of the planet"

"God bless him," she said with a grateful smile. I promised her that her new
life after leaving the fight game would be completely anonymous. None of us
expected her to return especially me.

Devonna was the single greatest apartment wrestler I had ever seen. Her speed
power, technique and natural prowess were extra terrestrial for a lack of a
better word. The size, strength or skill of her opponents did not matter;
Devonna would find a way to win. Even when critically injured Devonna would
pull out a victory by knockout or submission. She was the Roy Jones of women’s
combat; she was also like a super hero of sorts, we never knew his real name
or where she came from, she just came, won, got paid and left to parts
unknown. I never even knew how she found out about The Battle Clan she just
appeared at what we were sure was a secret undisclosed location one day and
challenged our whole company of fighters. We had a fierce undefeated
catfighter named Paulette (we called her the "doll house bully") who accepted
the challenge in a no holds barred Extreme catfight. Battling for over an hour
we were astounded and the endurance of both women but when the dust cleared
Devonna was the victor causing Paulette not only to submit aloud but to retire
from the fight game altogether. Devonna’s fame grew as she vanquished one
opponent after another and the rest was stuff that legends were made of.

I had no idea who she really was; seldom could anyone keep anything from me
but somehow Devonna managed to and I learned to respect that. Though her true
identity was a secret she and I would talk in depth about the vicissitudes of
life and it’s little twists and turns and effects on us all. I could only talk
to one other person about everything and that was Deacon my best friend.

The ironic thing was that Deacon and Devonna had the same kind of
relationship; I know what you are thinking, some kind of love triangle, though
I must admit I was secretly in love with her it was nothing like that.
Devonna’s focus and agenda was about the welfare of the girls her "sisters in
struggle" as she called them. Devonna spoke in their behalf at every
opportunity and having our ears she was responsible for the way we treat the
woman in or organization today. Life and health insurance, on site medical
attention, drug testing, referees, judges, royalties on all recordings of
matches, rules insuring the ladies safety were all Devonna’s ideas. Devonna
was the conscience of the Battle Clan, she was my conscience and for that,
this old soul would be eternally grateful. Yes Devonna was the patron saint of
all female fighters in The Battle Clan that’s probably why the girls called
her The Holy One.

As time passed and as she matured, her life took a turn, I liked to think for
the better; she found God, she found love and she found her place, so she left
us just as suddenly as she came. Now she was back and exposed herself once
again to the Clan, but why?

"I need to meet with G-Man and you about some business"

"Yes ma’am" Fch said eagerly. "Ma’am please excuse my being forward but you
are even more beautiful than G-Man and Deacon described"

She smiled with humility and said "Thanks Fchman"

He gave her his card and instructed her to call him in 15 minutes. They
smiled, shook hands, him more than she did, as Devonna had to make him release
her and they went their separate ways. Devonna walk about five steps turned
and asked,

"By the way Fch how is Ol’ Deacon?" "Is he still having a hard time with the
ladies?" Fch chuckled and nodded his head.

Fch called me immediately on his cell phone.

"G-Man here"

"G, you will never guess who I just saw"

"You are quiet correct Fch I will never guess, so who was it?"

"Devonna" You could cut my silence with a knife. "G? G! You alright?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yea, she introduced her self to me and she knew who I was"

I chuckled "It figures, so what did she say?"

" She wants to meet you in ½ an hour at the usual place for Baklava and
Turkish Coffee".

We met at the Stone Cafe’ on Dairy Ashford near Westhiemer, it was our special
place. As usual she was there before me, dressed in a seductive black satin
dress, mid-sized heals; her ensemble was accented by a string of simple white
pearls. Her long legs were crossed and she was stirring her hot drink staring
into the swirl as if divining some ancient secret. As I approached she smiled
still looking down and said, "Traffic on the free way Poppy?"

"No my dear you know that it is "CP appropriate" to be fashionably late".

"Yea right!" she snapped playfully.

"Sit down Poppy" invited Devonna pointing to the chair opposite her. (Poppy,
every time she called me that I got goose pimples and felt like a schoolboy)

"Thank you my dear" "To the point Devona so that we can enjoy the rest of the
evening" I said smiling from ear to ear.

"Now G you know that after we get to the point the evening will be over" she
assured me. I know she was right but to me it was always worth a try.

"And the point is?"

"My husband is in an export business that is in trouble, we need money but we
have exhausted all lending avenues and we are in debt up to our eye balls".
"He does not know that I know and is too proud to say anything not wishing to
upset me or our children"

"He should know you are tougher than that Devonna"

"He has no idea," she said before sipping and while casting starring into my
eyes.

I knew not to offer her money so I waited for her proposal.

"Need some matches, well attended, video taped and with heavy wagers".

"Wagers?" I said with a pretense of innocence.

"G-Man don’t play, I know how you boys made as much money as you have over the
years" I smiled and raised my hands in surrender.

"Devonna, how will you keep it from him especially when you are gone and not
attending to you daily wifely duties, sustain a visible injury and have a
sudden wind fall of cash?"

"Got it all worked out"

"It figures, so come on girl give me the plan so that I can rubber stamp it" I
remarked sarcastically.

"I have convinced him that I am bored and that the kids need a summer break
from their studies also that since I spend so much time volunteering in
dangerous areas that I should take some form of full contact self defense and
last but not least that I want to make my own spending change by starting a
home computer business".

I could not help taking a dig at her. "Devonna, isn’t there something in the
Bible that says, "thou shalt not lie to thy unsuspecting husband?"

"G, I love him but he has hit a wall; he is too proud to accept help but we
will go bankrupt if I don’t do something"

"OK Boo, anything I can do to help"

"Thanks Poppy"

"Devona how will you get the money into his business without him suspecting
something?"

"Got that figured out too, his assistant is my first cousin we will create two
dummy company’s one for import the other for export we will be their ecommerce
go between receiving cash from both" "Shipping and handling will be between
the two companies"

"Pray tell, the names of these two companies?"

"She smiled devilishly and offered, "G-Man’s Artistic Curio and Deacon
Collectors Emporium"

"Devonna, Devonna, Devonna" I said smiling. What more could I say it was a
plan.

Now to the matches, she had those figured out as well. She suggested the most
dangerous match I had ever heard of: A "Bruce Lee Game of Death Match"

She would enter a five-tiered tower where on each floor would be an opponent
of a different style. Her only advantage would be that she was not restricted
to the rules of their styles, her opponents would be. Her disadvantages would
be that she would not know what the styles and conditions are until she met
them in combat and she would have no rest stops. After defeating one opponent
she would have to immediately climb the stairs to the next tier and her next
opponent.

"You must be out of your mind! I can’t, I won’t sanction that kind of match!
You could get killed or at least maimed" "remember Devonna, Bruce Lee’s gig
was a well choreographed movie with rest stops in between".

"Look G, every female fight fan, aficionado and fighter would pay their weight
in gold for a tape like that, and you know it". "What I’m counting on is the
uniqueness of the match and your reputation for bringing the most excellent
recordings of female combat in the world". "Besides it’s not like you have
never indulged in anything risky before. "How about that unsanctioned "Tammy
Terrell Back Alley Match" "The one you set up with me Dawnique and Paulette in
Fortworth, your two crazies almost killed one another, not to mention me".

"I could not believe it you fought those girls with no ref in pitch black
darkness using combination locks for brass knuckles and steel toed boots for
secondary weapons" I said staring off into space for a reminiscent moment.

"Yea but you have to admit that the use of three inferred cameras one behind
each combatant and one above was a stroke of genius," she said with a smile.
"Yea", I said with a stupid look on my face. "Wait a minute what am I saying!"

"It was a stroke of insanity; in fact I firmly believe the unstable nature of
Dawnique’s, Paulette’s and your thinking is directly related to that little
fiasco". "I must have been insane also to let that mess go on". I said to
myself.

"By the by Poppy I hear she is back in the fight game",

"Who?"

"Dawnique, and working with you via Deacon, true?" She asked seeking to
de-intensify the conversation.

"Yes but Devona.."

"This little Bodyrock girl tell me about her, I should like to meet her on the
mat"

"Devona!"

"This new love interest of Deacon’s from the book store, what’s her name
Lynette?"

"Yes but Devona"

"This Phenom Trisha what a match that would be".

"Devona no!" I whispered loudly trying to break her self imposed trans. As
usual she ignored me.

"For an exotic touch there could be Sheheeda"

"Devona!!"

"Yes my love" she said in a seductive tone sipping her drink after a nibble of
her baklava. I just shook my head exasperated.

"Imagine G, me and those powerful beauties testing Bruce Lee’s philosophy on
the "foreala" (cute little term she used from her childhood) locked in close
combat dressed in Frederick’s of Hollywood evening wear, sexy huh?"

"You have not changed! Not one iota, not one bit! And you are arrogant enough
to think you can still influence me into engaging you in your insanity".

"G, you are the greatest fight maker the world has ever known, neither B.T.
Barnum, Don King, Vince McMann nor even the Caesar’s of ancient Rome have
anything on you.

"Devona please spare me"

"G-Man I need this Poppy, my family needs this" she said clasping both my
hands with hers. Simultaneously Devonna hooked the back of my right ankle with
her toes and instep and began stroking my calf muscle then she hoisted her
ample breasts upward toward my face and said in the manner of a child asking
for an extra treat,"Please"

"Devonna" I said dropping my head with an exhail of surrender.

"G, I guarantee you the greatest sales of any video bootleg or otherwise,
bigger that Leon Isaac and Jane Kennedy, bigger than Pam and Tommy Lee even
bigger than R. Kelly".

"OK" I said looking away knowing I had been played once again with my eyes
wide open. Now I know how Deacon felt. By this time she was back on her side
of the table stirring her coffee again with a grin like the cat that just ate
the bird.

"So now then Boo let’s work out the details" she said in a devious manner.

"Yes Devonna Dear" I said sarcastically in a sheepish sort of way.

"Poppy there is one thing before we get started"

"And that is? I inquired. She suddenly started to converse in Portuguese; this
was our little secret language used when we wanted to be completely anonymous.

"A pelve"

"Imploro seu perdão, a pelve?"

"Sim Boo o osso de pelve do Gladiatrix de St de Dover. Você retornarão?

"O que são você conversa sobre Devonna?"

"TÁ BOM joga homem velho mudo mas roubar o osso de pelvic de um 2000 ano
gladiator feminino é um clarim indica avaliação psicológica funda".

Podemos receber ao negócio à mão? Pedi num tom irritado.

"G-Man" seguro

(The Translation: "The pelvis"

"I beg your pardon, the pelvis?"

"Yes Boo the pelvis bone of the Gladiatrix of Dover St. Are you going to
return it?

"Whatever are you talking about Devonna?"

"OK play dumb old man but stealing the pelvic bone of a 2000 year female
gladiator is a clarion call for deep psychological evaluation". Can we get to
the business at hand? I requested in an annoyed tone.

"Sure G-Man")

What frightened me more than Devonna’s suggestion and even more than my
agreeing was the agreement of the other girls. Curiously they all expressed
more interest in facing Devonna than even getting paid. Even more than
fighting her they all just wanted to meet the legendary "Holy One".

However in Dawnique’s case it was different, as usual Dawnique had a score to
settle. In their last encounter Devonna not only beat Dawnique bloody causing
her to submit but dragged Dawnique through her own neighborhood half naked.
Dawnique was the reigning undefeated Champion in Fortworth’s underground
street fighting organization. That match though not official and not recorded
for the general public or even Battle Clan regulars was a humiliating thorn in
her flesh. There was only one person that Dawnique wanted to fight worse than
she wanted Lynette and that was Devonna.

Something like this took the concerted effort of the entire Battle Clan; Loki
and Fchman handled the rules, officiating and the judges’. Racer X handled the
publicity and Deacon handled the girls training. Last but not least I created
the VIP guest list, organized the gambling and found a perfect vignette for
this monumental event.

We settled on who the participants would be and what kind of matches would
take place. We wanted Lynette but Deacon would not have it, we decided against
Trisha because we figured neither her or Devonna would submit and someone
would get hurt seriously or killed, I really did not want Devonna and Dawnique
to meet again but I was out voted but the girls and the rules we selected were
satisfying to all:

Bonita Bodyrock in a one fall knockout or submit "Bugnug Match",

Sheheeda in a no holds barred "Desert Scorpion Match",

Alima in a close quarters "Amistad Match",

Myna in a exotic "Foundation Vise Submission Break Match",

Last but not least and much to my chagrin she would meet Dawnique in an
everything goes "Crack House Brawl Match".

Only the Battle Clan board members knew all the rules details of the matches,
each of Devonna’s opponents knew their individual assignments and Devonna only
knew the names of the matches not even who she would be facing.

"The Bugnug Match"

Bugnug: {The Ant Eater} AKA Brown Eyes; She was the live-in African lover of
Japanese Anima’s anti-hero "Crying Freeman. Also an assassin Bugnug was known
for being magnificently built and for killing her victims when she was in the
nude.

This tower was on a new island I purchased near Bermuda. Constructed like a
Babylonian ziggurat with a spiraling staircase leading to each tier on the
north side where the only entrance was located on the first floor. We
coordinated the weekend so that Devonna’s hubby would be out of town on
business and all her home phone calls would be transferred to her cell or to
voice mail. We traveled to Bermuda on a Thursday, the ladies’ vacationed and
shopped for a day or so and the match took place on Saturday afternoon.

I know I usually narrate these things for you but I considered the fact that
no one could tell ‘this story’ like Devonna.

We took a 1-hour boat ride from the main port where our hotel was, there were
20 of us girls there in Bermuda but I had no idea who I would be up against.
Really it did not matter to me, I just needed to be focused, resolute and
settled in my spirit. I found that special place that every warrior must find
in order to be victorious in battle; that place is transient never in the same
location at anyone time. This is why meditation is so very important in a
warrior’s life. That place was in the memory of my intense training for these
matches and Deacons matter of fact yet firm hand guiding me. He was so helpful
in getting me just the right combination of trainers in order to prepare me
for this day:

For Free style wrestling, Tigra the Conqueress, for Jiu Jitstu Zee the Pit
Bull,

for Kick boxing Lucia Rijker the Shadow Warrior, for aerobic training Donna
Richardson-Joyner, and for strength training Th-Resa Bostic the Nubian
goddess. Though Deacon was very protective of his new love Lynette and would
not allow her to participate in the matches he did however choose her for my
workout partner. She was a treat, intelligent, funny, beautiful, and her
ability to catch on and master techniques was rivaled only by her nack for
counter moves. She and I got along well, unlike me and Dawnique of coarse we
had that in common we were both at odds with the "Fortworth Fury", for
different reasons of coarse. My mind rolled throughout the intense yet
enjoyable training and I drew strength from the spirits of my mentors.

We docked the boat and took a walk down a path that led toward the center of
the island. My senses were filled with the sight, sounds and fragrances of
exotic flowers and wild life, which seemed to welcome me with a symphony of
the natural beauty. I drew strength from this indigenous welcome in ways I can
not explain.

At one point in my journey the others ceased to walk with me and I continued
down the path alone leading me to the tower; it was white cylinder shaped
structure with no windows no porches and one door. I’m not sure to this day
but I believe that the tower was made of ivory, only G-Man. I was wearing a
padded red sports bra gray dancer’s warm-up sweat bottoms white anklets and
Nike cross trainers. Oh also Fch’s specialized crotch guards g-string undies
to protect what the fella’s so affectionately and inaccurately referred to as
my "womanhood".

I stepped through the open door in to an empty well-lit room with beautiful
wood floors. So glossy was the floor that it’s reflection intensified the
light and nearly obscured my vision. Also the uniqueness of the structure gave
me pause to consider what symbolic significance it held and what was the
significance of the room’s structure. On the opposite side of the room was a
beautiful young woman, completely nude, about 5’5’ with golden skin, a body
akin to a super-hero about 135lbs, 36-18-38. Her face carried a child-like
innocence with a protuberant but not overly large fore head, silky yet potent
shoulders, full perky flaxen breasts voluminous yet defying gravity,
well-sculpted abdominal muscles that poured like melted butter into the
voluptuous hips and athletic glutei. Heavily striated quads and thighs and
perfect diamond shaped calves. She was wearing some stylish dark sunglasses
like those of Wesley Snips in the Blade movies arms folded with a stoic look
on her face. Her motionless mannequin-like pose took my mind no off the room
and the tower in general, I knew from the look of her I was in for a fight.
She walked to the center of the room arms folded with her right hip cocked to
the side as if she was waiting for some thing.

Suddenly a man’s voice came for a hidden sound system; "Hello Devonna, this
match is to be a free style submission match with Ms. Bodyrock". "The reason
she is nude is because clothing can be used as weapons in this encounter but
it is your choice whether to disrobe or not". "Please indicate if you wish to
disrobe by lifting your right hand". I did so and cast my clothing behind me
toward the door the walked toward her in the middle of the large room. When I
came close enough to initiate contact the voice spoke to me again, "This is
also a blind match" I did not know what that meant at the time but I could not
be distracted I was to close to her. We crouched circled each other then
locked in a tight collar and elbow clench, then the lights went out. Pitch
black darkness how clever we were grappling nude by touch, I would have been
comforted by this turn of events except that I knew the Battle Clan and I knew
they were not going to miss any action so I deduced that the cameras were
infrared.

I can not begin to tell you how strong quick and skilled this young lady was.
In no time at all I felt her left arm hook the back of my head her right wrist
between my legs and her right hand gripping my butt cheek digging deep into
the muscle tissue then lifting me and slapping my body on to the hard wood
floor with devastating intensity; WHAP! "Uuhhahhh!" I bellowed. Upon contact
with the floor all my air left me and a shock wave of pain replaced my oxygen.
I am sure I would have started to cry at that point but my bodily functions
were focused on one primary goal; Toni Braxton said it best "to breathe
again".

Now what was I doin’ this for again? Oh yea my family; with that in mind I
struggled to catch my breathe while fending of any more serious damage that
she could inflict upon me. I searched her magnificent body with my feet
settling my heels in the grooves of her hips simultaneously grabbing her hands
so as to neutralize her onslaught. Though on the bottom I had the upper hand
so to speak because I was restricting all her limbs. I hurriedly converted my
block maneuver into an offensive one locking her head and right arm into a
triangle then with all my might I contorted my body spearing her into the
floor; AAAUHHHAAA! She whimpered loudly.

Because we were sweating so much I secured my hold on her by cinching it as
tightly as I could then grabbing my own ankle for security. I knew she was
mine at this point for several reasons: One, the impact of her head hitting
the floor it made a sound akin to the one you hear when your bowling ball
returns and slams into the other balls, a knot was immanent. Two, the cry she
made upon impact; I guess it’s a woman thing when a child cries out a female
can distinguish what kind of call it is if a man hears it he panics and "come
a runnin’" so to speak. We know from the type of scream if the child is
frightened, hurt or just hoarse playing, when that little girl hit the floor
believe me she was hurt. Number three, is something only an experienced
fighter would get. It is said that an animal can smell fear on you, in a sense
it’s true about fighters too. When in distress we secrete a different odor
while sweating than at other times like when we are exercising or just over
heated. I know what you are thinking ‘girl you are just a little bit too deep
into this, funk is funk’. Normally I would agree but in this fight game a girl
has to be aware of everything her senses are telling her, it’s a matter of
survival. Even our various orifices give off an unusual scent and little Ms.
Bodyrock had the panic aroma on her. Even though I was sure of all these
things I left nothing to chance; never under estimating any opponent. I
initiated a smothering move covering her nose and mouth she immediately
responded by arching her back and struggling with her free hand. The bridge
movement was an amazing attempt on her part to escape me; I could feel her
pert breasts jamming against my glutei and my body elevating slightly off the
deck. "GGGRRRRRAH!" She growled like a small she-bear each time she attempted
to break the hold. I could even hear her wet flexing butt cheeks and thighs in
concert with her sliding feet against the wooden floor. I continued to tighten
the hold until I was so numb I could not distinguish her flesh from mine, my
goal was to put her o sleep.

Eventually after some spastic movement and a deep wheezing sound then the
sound of her butt plopping to the deck she ceased to move. I reached back to
feel for her distended muscular belly then slide my hand into her inner thigh
to search for a pulse; it was barely there. I released her; she choked and
gasped for precious oxygen. It was over and whoever was watching knew it
because the lights came on and the man’s voice said "Congratulations Devonna
now proceed to the next level" I took a deep breathe looked with admiration at
the naked body of the beautiful yet broken sweat drenched youngster then
headed for the stairs. She was just one down there were four to go.

Devonna