Return of the Holy One
By G-Man
"Desert Scorpion Match" Devonna vs Shaheeda


As I was nearing the second tier I felt a definite climate change the first
room was cool but not cold this room had a tropical feel to it. When I entered
it was like stepping into another world it looked like an oasis; palm trees,
desert flowers and miniature pond I even felt a gentle breeze yet there was
heat and strangely enough little or no humidity. The floor was covered with
astro-turf In the midst of all of this beauty was a woman seated with her back
to me she sat in a semi reclining position with her legs extended to one side
exposing Junoesque hips and muscular lower leg development that included
abundant rhombus formed calves. Her thick wavy raven locks tightly braided
into a ponytail that reached her untypical African butt. Her V-shaped back
development was a perfect complement to her massive sinewy shoulders.

Suddenly from the side of me a familiar voice. "Devonna" I turned to see who
it was and to my surprise it was my new sparring buddy Lynette with her arms
and hands full. She was carrying a large terry cloth towel a beautiful sheer
"I Dream of Jennie-like" pink and white /hot pink garment; please excuse my
ignorance but I have no idea what the proper name of the outfit is. Also a
beautiful alabaster box with a golden latch on the front. "Listen don’t talk
Girlfriend, she insisted. I am going to dry you off then you are to step into
these "Jennie Pants" (she was doing so as she talked) and then I will fit
these on you", she opened the box after dropping the towel and as I stepping
into the garment. What I saw was the most flawless of all jewelry; two white
golden scorpions with black diamonds for eyes and white diamonds set at the
tips of their claws and their tails. This amazing bit of jewelry was
captivating until I realized what they were weapons. Specialized "tit blades"
designed by some sick mind to damage women’s mammary, a weapon designed by the
sick minds of Simba. I came close to quitting right then and there but I
remembered why I was there and I regained my focus. "Remember I told you about
the one blade match I saw and that move that was done? She whispered. I
nodded. "OK Boo avoid the move then use the move; remember in all things my
sister, be like water", with that little Bruce Lee admonition she squeezed my
hand and left the room.

"Begin" said the mysterious male voice. My opponent stood and turned to face
me. She was even more stunning than I first supposed; She looked like a
picture of an Ottoman princess. She was tattooed about her massive sinewy arms
like a seasoned Marine. Her large almond shaped mahogany colored eyes
decorated by thick yet feminine jet brows, high but softly placed cheek bones,
a hawked nose perfectly suited to her face and full burgundy lips accented by
a strong yet comely cleft chin. It was a shame that I was about to mess all
that up but I knew that she was a Simba fighter and if I did not get her first
she would get me and with no mercy.

Seldom in my life have I ever been incited to competitively "strut my stuff"
so to speak, well with the exception of those insecure prepubescent Jr. High
days but this woman’s sensuality was challenging to say the least. Girls
fighting over boys is just a smoke screen, an excuse or at beast symbolic of
our true competitiveness. As she traveled to the center of the room she was
silently saying that she was more of a woman than I in every way was. Like she
could defeat me, take my man, and look better than me in all my favorite
outfits. I know that sounds ridiculous but that’s a little insight into why we
women sometimes don’t like each other at first sight. For us competition
starts at a glance based on looks and presupposition. Queen Latifah’s
character in her now canceled sitcom "Living Single" said If there were no men
there would be no wars only peace and fat happy females" I disagree because
men or not some one would have to be "Grand Diva" and the fights for that
title would probably be "to the death".

I met her nose to nose and tit to tit or blade barely touching we had the
fighter’s stare down searching for weakness in each other, we found none so
the question would be settled in battle.

"Fight!" Said the voice; I struck first with a head butt to her beautiful
nose, she screamed in agony backed away quickly with tears and blood pouring
down her face. Much to my surprise she jumped strait up cocked her legs spun
around in the air and delivered a flying side kick to my solarplexous. Having
no air left in me I flew backward and was left writhing in pain. I could only
think that I had to recover before she did or at least at the same time. I
arose to my feet only to find my foe up and ready for the second clash, we
circled each other cautiously with a healthy respect for the others ability.
Yet I had no idea how agile this woman was; with the speed of a viper she
elevated herself wrapped her legs and thighs about my head and slapped my body
to the turf so hard that I bounced. I was so startled that I rolled then got
to my feet again only to stair at her sweat-drenched physique and bloodied
nose coming at me again.

Timing is everything when one is fighting an opponent of such skill, subtlety
and agility; I knew she figure it was her time to strike so a took a posture
of defeat. She immediately took to the air her ample breasts directed at mine
lead by those horrible blades. A milli-second after she left the deck I took
to he air with greater force for greater elevation directed my blades just in
back and to the sides of her sinking the tails of my scorpions into her outer
nipples then I inverted myself in the air and envelop my legs about her head
in a reverse triangle hold, lastly I sunk my teeth into her abs and then
double clawed her groin area just outside her ancillary labium.

The more superstitious of my acquaintances think that I have some special
mystic power it’s not that it’s more like Magic’s eye-hand coordination, Bruce
Lee’s Speed or Babe Zaharius’ strength. It’s God given ability enhanced by
practice. I can just slow down action in my head, calculate it’s velocity and
anticipate human movement.

When facing an opponent of this woman’s caliber distribution of pain is a must
in order to create at least momentary confusion. I blocked her air passages
breached her flesh and constricted her blood flow from and unlikely spot hence
she fell over like a chopped tree with me attached like a giant leach. Now all
I could do was wait; for the sound of her muffled cries to subside, for the
sight of at least a ¼ liter of blood to spill and for the violent tremoring of
her lower half. It seemed like for ever but it was only a moment as I squeezed
her head and neck between my thighs gnashed at her flesh and compressed two
main arteries that she reacted first by clawing at my thighs and butt to
relieve the crushing of her head and the twisting of her mighty mammary. Her
clawing then turned to gentle pleading patting of my buttock signaling
surrender so I released her rolled of and lay on my back next to her panting
as she coughed.

Once again my legs have delivered me in combat but they were growing weary and
my general condition was weakened and I knew my next opponent like the first
two would be fresh. However that was the point of the tower matches wasn’t it;
how long could the "Great Devonna" last against the best the Battle Clan had
to offer.

Lynette appeared again accompanied by two of G-Man’s medical staff who
attended to my beaten foe. Lynette attended to me giving me something to wash
my mouth out with, water to drink and toweling me off. She whispered, "you
have just beaten Sheheeda the "Desert Scorpion" from Afghanistan, I don’t know
who is next but I do know it gets worse from here, stay focused’.

"Devonna, time for the next trial, to the next tier please" the mans voice
spoke again. So I headed for the stairs. To be continued....

By G-Man