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In 1909, Beta Gama Beta Sorority became one of America's first Greek-letter organizations established by Black college women. Her roots date back to Howard University, Washington, D.C., where the idea for formation was conceived by Ester Starchild-Kennan of East St. Louis, Illinois. She viewed the Sorority as an instrument for enriching the social and intellectual aspects of college life by providing mental stimulation through interaction with friends and associates. Through the years, however, Beta Gamma Beta=s function has become more complex. After her incorporation as a perpetual body in 1913, Beta Gamma Beta gradually branched out and became the channel through which selected college-trained women improved the socioeconomic conditions in their city, state, nation, and the world. These are the ladies in the beautiful AChroma and Emerald @

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Iota Lambda Tau Sorority was founded on February 14, 1914 by twenty-two collegiate women at Johnson=s University. These students wanted to use their collective strength to promote academic excellence and to provide assistance to persons in need. The first public act performed by the Iota Founders involved their participation in the Women's Suffrage March in Washington, D.C., March 1913. Iota Lambda Tau was incorporated in 1930. These are the ladies in the dynamic A Ruby and Ivory@

Accepted history is usually pristine in it’s perception by the masses and very worthy of praise and honor unless of course the historian(s) intends to demonize the subject under consideration. G-Man and I have affection however for what the noted radio commentator Paul Harvey calls Athe rest of the story@; those little know facts that most scholars dismiss as Afolklore and urban legend.@ I=m about to share a tale that would have fallen into those categories for me as well, accept that I saw it with my own eyes.

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Though frowned on in every official Greek circle hazing and fighting involving pledges have been happening on every campus since the beginning. Sometimes the women are worse than the men. AWhat the female mind when corrupted can come up with frightens even the basest male@.-G-Man

Both the Iota‘s and the B.G.B.’s are known for producing women of color who distinguish themselves in society. Since the arrival of the Iota‘s on the Howard University campus in 1913 a “friendly” rivalry has ensued. America has always encouraged friendly competition publicly and privately lauded even mercenary tactics between business and organizations however no one expected anything serious between sororities.

When the Battle Clan was contacted to organize a AChampion=s No Holds Barred, No Submission, 3 Ordeal, Winner Take All (unless there is a draw), Lady=s Room Match”.
G-Man and I laughed out loud as we envisioned two Debs in their ball dresses slap boxing and hair pulling until someone broke a nail. Imagine, we the premier promoters of feminine combat in the western hemisphere, two black men Ain the know@ not having a clue. We had no idea that our two most famous black sororities had organized girl fights since 1930. Well I had no clue G-Man had heard rumors but nothing was confirmed until the call.

Evidently territory had to be established between the two organizations, the B.G.B.’s were the most elite group and only sought after the elite to join them hence their membership was limited. Most of the power and influence they obtained was because they are smart, great organizers and they as my grandmother used to say, Amarried well.@ Besides they were the first, B.G.B.’s believed from the very start that they could and should have it all.

Iota‘s wanted to uplift the working class and a few of the poor, to a higher station also they sought financial independence and social power for their members and women in society in general. Some Iota‘s were pioneer’s in their social attitudes, even willing to sacrifice relationships and family in order to succeed.

Both groups took different yet necessary stances for the race and their gender to go forward and had our utmost respect; but fighters?! Well anyway, they fought down through the years on just about every college campus where they existed. Some battles were because of general rivalry but always clandestine and usually small local affairs. What they asked us for was to be Athe big one A the grandmother of all battles.

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Many B.G.B.’s as I said tended to marry well and their husbands were some of the most powerful black men in the country, unfortunately at their request and sometimes
just for gender discrimination=s sake, the men would sometimes block the strides that the independent Iota‘s would try to make in business, education and politics.
According to malicious gossip Iota‘s allegedly would respond by sleeping with some of the B.G.B.’s men to regain some influence. Only the foolish would believe this kind of dribble and only cruel sick minds would come up with it.

Not only were Iota‘s allegedly astute in the boardroom, brilliant in the classroom and forceful in the rooms of the various parliamentary House floors, allegedly they were magical in the bedroom and could get anything they wanted. If you remember Lea Racon=s character ASunshine@ in the Eddie Murphy=s film AHarlem Nights@, as the folklore would have it their coital skills are unparalleled. These of course are horrible myths started by their enemies.

The unrest among the black elite was intolerable and Athe matter had to be settled once and for all@ so said the AGrand Arcon of the Alpha Bole=@, he also said that it was a matter that >the women had to settle among themselves Afairly and with honor@. In past skirmishes when there was a >one on one= confrontation the B.G.B.’s would complain that the Iota‘s were cheating by using Aringers@ , pro fighters who were not even Sorors, drug induced females and even she-male(hermaphrodites). When they fought in groups Iota‘s would accuse the ladies in the beautiful Apink n green@ of increasing their numbers at the last minute with imported Sorors and even bringing in Agang members@ to tip the balance. All these accusations were unsubstantiated but the rumors continued.

Where the Battle Clan came in, we were to be facilitators; doing complete background checks on both ladies making sure they were not recent recruits, checking the combatants for drugs, physical enhancements or anomalies and foreign objects. Making sure the venue was secure and that there was no interference and at the same time adequate medical and security staff available in case of emergency. AThe Friends of Amnestied@supplied the Asecret undisclosed location; >The Battle Clan = supplied the medical staffing and officials. Transportation to the location was supplied by the Honorable Marcus Garvey=s organization.
The ladies back ground checked out with only a few oddities which at the time did not alarm us.
student, spoke 3 languages, volunteered in several women=s shelters, 2 political campaigns, lived in Ghana as a foreign exchange student in her junior year of high school and was a youth leader in her church among many other involvements.

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AT@ who was the Iota‘s champion was a business major in her senior year at a certain West coast campus. She was truly a remarkable young lady; AT@ was the youngest of 6 children and the only girl, the precious daughter of a hard working widower who promised his late wife that he would raise her to be Aa proper black lady@. Hence with a business of his own and two extra jobs he afforded her membership in Jack-n-Jill and all accompanying debutante events in her formidable years. She was a straight A

T was a beautiful earthen toned Nubian specimen:

Bust 34, Waist 23@, Hips 36@, Height: 5=6@, Weight: 140 Lbs. She could squat 275lbs, dead lift 360lbs and bench over 200lbs. With very little body fat, she possessed a physique like a modern day Olympic sprinter, a true brick house! It was said that when she was an infant she was blessed by a visiting holy man from Kenya who essentially said that she would be an Aundefeated warrior@. The story was that she had never lost a fight with a woman, a man or a beast. AT=s@personal urban legend was that a rabid pit bull got loose in her neighborhood and started to attack some small children.
AT@ was reported to have pounced upon the crazed animal wrestled him to the ground then cracked his jaw and neck with her bear hands.

She was the protégée= of each of her brothers who were each black belts in different martial arts disciplines; Okinawan Karate, Korean Martial arts, Kung Fu, jiu jitsu, American boxing and African martial arts. In addition she learned good old African American whoop @$$! From dad.

AT=s@ reputation as a fighter came through her Jack and Jill experience where she would thrash any; male or female who would dare to disrespect her because of her lack of pedigree or working class background. The particular chapter of Jack and Jill she was in disciplined her harshly however the did not expel her taking her background into consideration and being run by Iota‘s who knew she would be useful in the future.

As interesting a background as T=s was Cat=s was even more so; to say there was a bit of a mystery in her history would be an understatement. Cat=s mother was a child of
Athe old guard@ one Giselle Saint Marie Dereon , though the identity of her father shall we say was Ain question.@ Giselle was the Acream de la cream@ her future was set and celebrated. Giselle excelled in all academics, arts and social events she attended every major cotillion in the country she received every accolade that Jack - Jill=s local and national chapters could afford yes Giselle was truly an African American Princess.

She participated in every major black social event in the country; she was expected to marry Athe best of the best@. However in life=s road of circumstances Giselle took a bad turn when the twins Malcolm and Jean De Monet= came into her life. Their father was from one of the first families of New Orleans and their mother was a direct descendant of the liberator of Haiti Thiocyanate Louverture.

But those twins, those accursed twins; Malcolm was the one she loved and married he was a heart surgeon with a PhD. in Biology when he was not in surgery he was in the classroom teaching at Howard, with such a demanding schedule he scarcely had time for his stunning new bride. His brother Jean was the rebel in the family; a preacher of the Independent Free Will 2nd Baptist (Premillenial Fundamentalists). One may wonder why he was considered a rebel, well most of the old guard tended to be Ahigh church@,

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Orthodox, Catholic, Methodist (CME), Anglican etc.. and the twin’s family was Anglican and very alarmed at Jean=s departure into such a radical splinter group of a low classed protestant faith movement. Theology and religion not withstanding, what alarmed them most though, was his deep physical attraction to his brother=s wife.
Jean=s frequent visits to her when his brother was away on business were cause of great concern. Scandal was not a strong enough word for the torrid affair between Cat=s mother Giselle and her uncle Jean; there escapades had become brazen, blatant and shameless.
The Godless affair soon became evident to Malcolm yet he kept quiet at first trying to process the disgrace and work this out like a gentleman.

Alas Malcolm lost patience not being able to withstand the disrespect. Hence he ceased being the noble husband and began to torture his wayward spouse psychologically and physically locking her away in the attic or the basement when he was away and beating her when he thought too long and hard of her incestuous and adulterous crimes. Giselle was to pay for her unbridled lust for her wayward cleric uncle a thousand times over until she lost her mind then ran away for weeks. One can imagine the family was in a panic searching for her while trying to keep her disappearance on the Ahush hush@ at the same time.

Adding to their worries in the midst of their search a panther escaped from the local Zoo after attacking a keeper and completely devouring him, so for a long time some thought she was the victim of the beast. Finally she returned almost unrecognizable, scarred and suffering from exposure, babbling to herself in riddles impossible to decipher. After she was examined by the family physician she was found to be with child, but whose was it?

Was it Malcolm=s or his adulterous brother Jean? In those days there was no DNA testing nor would anyone even think of having such a test done on a lady of her standing so the mystery was set and the secret kept. To add to the poor woman’s injury after her return neither twin claimed the child.

You would think Cat was a nickname, a term of endearment, short for a longer name but no it was whether half demented mother named her, perhaps because she ran off like a common house cat and returned pregnant.

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The rules of the fight were peculiar to say the least:

“Three Ordeals@ in stead of rounds(???); the first Aordeal@ was to be a taped fists boxing match all punches elbow strikes holding, head butts were and below the belt assaults were allowed. A win was secured by a knock out or one woman not being able to continue, no submission was to be asked for or accepted.

Next the second Aordeal@;( providing they both survived the first), there would be a half hour break to rest and be attended to if necessary. Then an extreme wrestling match all holds, locks, slams, and shock moves allowed. The same half hour break rules for winning and losing applied.

Lastly the third Aordeal@ an extreme catfight; no holds barred in this final ordeal the only restrictions they had was they could not use weapons and we made sure of that with our complete cavity searches of them both. (We were astounded at the rules they set to say the least.) In this contest there could only be one winner, who would it be?

The stakes were these (so we were told); if the B.G.B.’s won, their husbands would be off limits and if they were vying for a major social position the Iota‘s would back down and fully support the B.G.B.’s. If the Iota‘s won there would be no interference in their business and political ventures in fact the B.G.B.’s would have to officially support them.

The only people to be in attendance besides the combatants, security, medical staff, film crew, G-Man and Myself were two ladies; representatives of the prospective sororities. Let=s call them ALady E@ representing the B.G.B.’s and ALady S@ representing the Iota‘s. Keeping them separate but informed by close circuit technology was a good idea considering how they were talking about each other. Never have I seen two old ladies begging for a fight the way they did. Their fever for their organizations they actually gave us a mini geriatric step show with accompanying cries of Opp Opp=s and Skee Wees and the oh too familiar hand signs. The whole thing was surreal to say the least but this was just the beginning of the bizarre things we would witness that evening.

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THE FIRST ORDEAL

Four cameras were set up in a large Bathroom stall (It was a precursor to our modern day handicap facilities) in a women=s rest room in an abandoned building of an undisclosed mid western HBCU (the girls were blindfolded when brought to the location). The hand railing various dispensers were removed the toilet remained. The only light came from the room=s ceiling fixtures and as with all stalls there was only one way in and one way out.

Dressed in sorority proud garb the ladies were ready for battle; T was wearing a two toned , crimson and cream colored Brazilian styled singlet with a Iota‘s symbol exposing her impeccable cascading abdominal water fall which poured into her deliciously “curvaceous musculus adductor brevis” (sorry I mean her thighs). Her arms were a magnificent pair of sinewy pythons poising from her solid tree shaped frame.
The g-string like make up of the singlet displayed T=s mighty glutei which were like conflate earthen toned moons that quivered at her whim periodically with the anticipation of conflict. T=s exposed back development was equally as impressive showcasing her seductive V shaped musculature.

Cat=s outfit was equally stunning if not even more so. She wore a sheer Pink and Green fishnet body suit that showcased all her magnificent femininity. Though Cat=s body was not as athletic as T=s it had qualities which would be the envy of every woman and the open desire of every man.

Cat=s breasts were like golden melons which mysteriously defied gravity as they protruded accompanied by her erect dark chocolate nipples as if they were drawn on her. Cat=s arms were no were near as muscular as T=s but they were taut and shapely displaying obvious power. Supporting this sexy top half was a petite semi athletic waist setting atop thick curvaceous thighs and beautifully rounded glutei packed with the promise of power.

Their attire really did not matter accept to them and our lustful gaze, what mattered most was the readiness for the fight. Neither woman was ill injured nor menstruating, both had ample rest and a good meal so their would be no excuses.

Though they were the same height T appeared larger because of her build; hence it appeared to be a mismatch at first glance. Background information on Cat let us know this was not the case at all; Cat had literally fought every week since she was 12 years old; injured, ill and menstruating and she could count on one hand the fights she lost. Most loses were when she was young against older opponents who she had rematches with and crushed severely. Still we could not help but wonder how long that soft curvaceous frame could hold up against a Nubian warrior queen the likes of T.

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Their hands were wrapped with tape but there were to be no gloves just their fist wrapped with the tape. T entered the stall first and went to the far corner of the stall then Cat entered and backed into an opposite corner as if she did not trust her foe.

ADon=t worry B!%@#! What I do to you I will do it face to face!@, barked T

AI=m sorry Sir my parents told me not to speak to strange Amen@, were you speaking to me?@, said Cat sarcastically making fun of T=s musculature.

F()@%k! You! Pink n Green! When I get done you will be callin= me Mama!

Cat started at T and T came towards her, they met nose to nose and tit to tit. Cat positioned her ample breasts on top of T=s to show superiority, T would have moved backward but she dare not show anything that might be construed as fear. Cat whispered an eerie dialog to her opponent,
AThey did you a disservice Behemoth; they told you that you would be fighting someone from this realm. Tell you what; if you give me a good fight I will make sure you are out cold when I devour you”.

Crazy @$$! B!%@#!, returned T with a sickened gaze.

AWhat you did not know that you Iota‘s are our food? She asked smiling while backing to her corner of the stall.

T had fought mentally unstable women before so though she was a little taken aback she was not rattled, T was ready for action.

A small gong sounded and they rushed toward each other dancing, jabbing and hooking; there was not much feeling each other out they simply went to work. It was not long before the stood toe to toe flat footed and pounding away. T aimed mostly for Cat=s pretty face and head thinking that the fair skinned beauty would yield to preserve her good looks, but T had no idea. Cat slipped most of T=s punches and worked the muscular girl’s body challenging T at her strength. It was obvious from the sound of their cracking and popping blows and their grunting and growling responses that they were hurting one another bad yet neither backed up. The ladies were there to put in some work, all night long if necessary. Hands bound tightly with once white tape was now frayed and bloody. Sweat matted Cat=s hair to her head and face and caused T=s hair to partially contract into it=s original African form. Their pretty faces and exquisite bodies twisted with every punch, chop, elbow and head butt delivered. Oh, did I not mention the only rules for this ordeal was that the could not grapple, kick, gauge or bite but all hand and arm strikes were allowed until the next round if there was to be one. Suddenly we saw something that at first amazed us T initiated a clench holding Cat=s arms from

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striking, Cat resisted shaking herself and trying to pull away from T but to no avail, T had her locked in a tight embrace.
All at once T cocked her head back and rammed it into the bridge of Cat=s beautiful straight nose causing the golden beauty to let out a blood curdling scream.

Falling to her knees in a daze Cat soon found herself on all fours hyperventilating and creating a puddle of blood below her. T was not finished she delivered several unforgiving blows to the top and the back of Cat=s head until Cat was face down in her own juices moaning and groaning in pain. Placing her hands above her head, pressing the tips of her index fingers and the tips of her thumbs together making the sign of the Iota then letting pout a victorious OOP! OOP! OOP! OOP! Suddenly T mouthed the battle cry with no sound she was also on the balls of her feet, eyes wide open leaking a stream of tears, her mighty butt a quiver, abdominals tightened and seemingly about to burst all this as if she was shocked with an electric volt. Premature victory celebrations left her surprised in the worst way; Cat mustered enough strength to deliver a panther fist upper cuff to T=s vagina making the Nubian Amazon=s pelvic bone ring with unspeakable pain! Cat gained her second wind even though inwardly she was concerned if her nose was broken; she pinched clawed a nerve found at the lower end of T=s right but cheek. Holding her steady, Cat relentlessly popped T in the clit while taunting her @ poor Mr. He-She no d!@%! No balls and he-she only has a little girl=s p()$$%!”

T twisted her body and fell then rolled away from her cruel foe. Cat started after her on hands and knees but suddenly the gong sounded signaling the end of the first ordeal, they both appeared to be relieved.

Both women were tended to by medical staff who worked more like pit crews in the Indi 500
Cat was examined for a broken nose and broken ribs, T for a cracked pelvis. Both were given bottles water previously sealed to insure that no drug was administered to either combatant.
The break was generous however to each girl it seemed like a fleeting moment before the Second Ordeal.

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The Second Ordeal

They ran toward each other as if they missed each other; then locked in a collar and elbow tie up which did not last long converting into a double headlock then with T gaining the advantage and slapping Cat=s supple golden body to the cold concrete floor. Cat responded by hooking her leg about T=s mighty thigh, grabbing a hand full of T=s hair with her right hand then loosely clawing T=s stomach with her left hand. However T=s vice-like hold was secure and punishing causing Cat to whine like the creature she was named for yet not yielding.

Obvious from her childlike grin, T was enjoying herself and as she cranked her muscular arms to apply more pressure. Cat was in trouble she could not escape and the headache created by T=s hold interfered with her thinking; she was near convulsing as her eyes crossed and her mouth watered and leaked from the sides indicating nausea. Suddenly Cat went limp and T rolled her over onto her back then lifted Cat=s left leg and positioned herself for a left leg and settle into a kneeling cross pin. T raised her hands above her head in victory then turned them inward so as to make the sign of the Iota’s once more not noticing that though she was winded and too exhausted. Suddenly Cat turned her body thrusting herself away from T and using the soft part of T=s neck as the push off point this accomplished two important things it secured Cat=s escape and caused T to gag and spit uncontrollably buying Cat much needed recovery time.

Cat amazed us all after gaining her bearings she rushed towards T grabbed her by the arms lifted her off the ground and tossed her bouncing the lady bodybuilder off the steel wall of the enclosure. Then quickly she raised her dazed opponent to an upright position mounted T from behind tucked T=s head under her arms backwards and locked on a Dragon Sleeper. Like a python strangling an ox she tightened her deadly holds. T fought to free herself but to no avail Cat was in the zone in fact it almost seemed she was reaching some strange sort of ecstasy as her legs crushed T=s ribs and with her arms cut of T=s air. All at once in what could only be described as a dueling epileptic fit between Cat and T; Cat was affixed to T=s back one golden tit hanging over the brown bomb shell=s left shoulder the other pressed into T=s upper back, her mighty thighs wrapped about the matchless muscular sweat drenched torso of the Iota champion while her copious sun colored glutei flexed violently creating a sucking sound from the mingled soma and swelter. This went on for an unbelievable 5 minutes or so; a lesser woman would have collapsed sooner but not T, she growled, flexed and clawed until her arms dropped and quaked with every compression of Cat=s body grip. Finally they fell backward to the floor and Cat adjusted her leg hold into a crotch stretching Split Lock hooking T=s ankles with her feet. We could tell that T was feeling it in her lower region because it seems to wake when it was first applied indicated by her pointing a quivering hand in the direction of her crotch along with a telling squeal and moan.
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Obvious from Cat=s loud B.G.B. cries of victory, ASKEE WEE SKEEE WEE! She sensed victory although T gave no indication of submitting no matter how hopeless her situation. AGong!Gong!
T was literally saved by the bell! AF()@%! Cried out Cat in obvious frustration; she had her sleeping almost, a few more squeezes, just a little more time. However it was not to be; the last and most delay ordeal was to come.

I was tempted to request that the match end then and there but I knew that was out of the question; Athere could only be one@ as they say. Either of them could be the one; they were both exhausted and battered to the point that they needed medical attention but it was not my call. Not even the girls had any say, decisions fell on Dr. Du bois= ATalented Tenth@ The Elite and they were in Akill mode@. I wonder what he would have thought of this form of degradation especially among the women.

The third and last ordeal was the scariest for obvious reasons; there were no rules. Going Aall out@ until someone broke was the only rule; no quarter given no quarter asked. Whichever woman could not continue either because of injury or knockout would be the victor and only then would the gong sound. Their sororities would take full responsibilities for whatever happened in this mortal combat. I could not help think how crazy it was for the best of the best among black women to have such an ongoing ABlood Feud@ and that it was not just an individual thing with individual chapters across the country but it was condoned by the very highest authorities among them. Nonetheless it was a tragedy that would not be avoided judging from the conduct of ALady E@ representing the B.G.B’s and ALady S@ representing the Iota’s; in their separate booths.

They were both stepping and chanting like primitives as if they were conjuring power for there champions, we did not disturb the ritual. The combatants were being prepared by the medical staff for most of the rest period then for the last five minutes were given private audience with the two matriarchs. Then the last gong sounded calling them down the dark corridors to the ALadies Room@ and to battle. Both had newly rapped hands and they were bandaged where necessary, with their hair pinned back and their faces smeared with petroleum jelly as if prepared for an urban school yard scrap they entered the stall for the last time.

The gong sounded and they rushed toward each other with reckless abandon. Technique was no longer an issue with either woman they were going for broke punching clawing kicking, chopping finger jabbing toward each other=s eyes and when the locked they clawed and bite one another like crazed she beats, animals! T sunk her teeth into Cat=s trapezes and Cat her teeth into T=s upper chest just above her left tit, because they were so over heated their blood was thin and ran down their sexy bodies like crimson streams. T clawed Cat=s side with her left hand and knuckle punched her in the back just below her lats. Cat held one of T=s butt cheeks tight while she clamped on a groin attack; at first we thought it was a vaginal assault but we found it was a deep
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tissue claw hold on T=s inner thigh area. The spun around like curious human tops bouncing of the stall walls growling like two embattled wolverines. At first glance it looked as if T hand the upper hand however Cat=s hold proved to be more damaging; as the battle went on T came up lame like a wounded horse letting out a yell that filled the room and made our sound person remove his ear phones.

Once Cat saw that she was successful at crippling the Nubian Amazon she delivered a shoulder block toppling T to the floor then Cat started on T=s abdomen; in the same deep tissue grabbing manner Cat sunk her right hand into T=s musculature while simultaneously jabbing her ribs with a left Apanther fist@. T was not idle while this was happening she responds by cracking the golden beauty in the head with her elbow. One would think that those elbow strikes would have done the trick; T closed one of her eyes and put a Aspeed knot@ on her forehead but Cat was in some sort of zone and continued her curious work. When the elbow strikes switched to grasping at Cat=s claw hold and T=s breathing became labored it was obvious we knew Cat=s assault was well planned. Cat wrenched and stretched T=s stomach muscles until they looked like they were dislodging from her body. T began to wale her eyes blood shot, her veins popping in her neck and forehead and her lips quivering and springing saliva that ran down her lovely dark face like a down hill stream.

This battle had long since ceased to be enjoyable to us now it was simply two beautiful black women destroying each other (one more than the other) and we wanted it to be over but T would not yield or pass out, she only cried out in agony. Either because of the heat of battle or just not caring Cat would not let up on T. Cat climbed her body then inverted herself and jammed her elbow into the fallen Iota’s pelvis breaking it.
At this point T was crying out to a deity asking for assistance but there was no prayer answered for her she belonged to Cat and every one of us knew it.

Cruelty was Cat=s way and mercy was not in her heart; she stood straddling her victim and began to celebrate with Skee Wees , B.G.B hand signs and erotic step moves. Immediately after her little ceremony Cat carefully locked on a face to face figure four leg lock match box press combination; her left leg pressing against T=s her left foot crushing T=s right collar bone, her right leg locking T=s right ankle her body pressing T=s straightened left leg which Cat forced toward T=s head that she had in a finger lock press from the back. First T=s back cracked then her collar bone then her neck then her and here leg. Cat then released T and hovered over T=s broken body on all fours hyper ventilating her straight dark brown hair dripping sweat bouncing off T=s battered frame. Cat then rolled over her suffering foe over straddled her below the knees and started pummeling T=s glutei and thighs with very deliberate and no doubt crippling blows that drove through meat, popping bones along the way.

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Simultaneously as if through some telepathic agreement though in separate locations both Deacon and I said, Alet=s stop this it=s obviously over@ but both Asorority matrons@ refused indicating it must be completely finished.

Cat then with continued abuse applied a Boston crab with T=s right leg and sat her sweaty butter hued glutei a top mahogany until T=s hip was wrenched out of the socket. T wailed like a flogged Kunta Kente about to say Amy name is Toby@ but little did she know that her suffering had just begun. Cat grabbed the broken brown beauty=s other leg and slowly methodically did the same damage with another Boston crab. T=s greatest enemy now was her own constitution for she was not prone to fainting hence she felt the full brunt of every physical cruelty.

T screamed bloody murder but to our surprise not for mercy in fact the look in her red tear drenched eyes was more of disappointment than of the distress of fear. She bellowed in pain until Deacon could not stand it and went for the door where he was stopped by two rather large dark skinned football types who carried him back to the viewing area. At this point Deacon and I realized that we were just being used as pawns to facilitate a death match and that we ATHE BATTLE CLAN@ were not in control. The two seemingly dignified elder ladies both had entered into really strange rituals which involved stepping and chanting in what seemed to be some kind of a Greek and Yoruba patois bifurcation. What was even more shocking and disgusting was they both started to disrobe while going through these histrionics. In truth the sight of two sweat glazed, wrinkled and sagging senior ladies were more horrific than anything taking place in that ladies restroom.

The barbarism that was resident in Cat=s soul was unforeseen by the onlookers, we could not imagine what other cruelties she could place upon the broken bodies of her victim. Soon the mystery would be solved; Cat caught her breath as she straddle T who=s breathing was labored and out of natural rhythm. Cat was panting; her massive golden chest rising and falling with savage grace beauty that almost made me forget the ugliness of her recent acts of inhumanity.
But how could I judge her considering my peculiar and exploitive profession, yet still I did judge her.

T=s body was a twisted lump but not silent she whimpered and wailed no doubt damning and bemoaning her exceptional constitution which kept her conscious during this excruciating ordeal.

Meeting in the Ladies Room

Suddenly Cat stood to her feet still straddling T; obviously having caught her second wind. Cat hooked T=s legs again with both her arms as if to re-apply a complete Boston Crab hold but she remained standing then balanced her self stepping on T=s face with her right foot and parking her left knee in the crack of T=s might behind. Then with the balance of a circus performer Cat twisted T=s torso causing a screech, a crack and then a final exhale. When we heard it there was a unified gasp then Cat let T flop lifeless to the floor. Without seeing each other=s faces tears sprung from me and my partners eyes with our heads bowing in sadness and shame; for we had done what we swore we would never do we had facilitated the death of a young beautiful black woman and we hated ourselves for it!

We were sure then that we were witnesses to a heinous killing, a death match, much like those put on by our rivals ASIMBA@ , however we had no idea that the horrors which lay ahead was far worse than witnessing the death of one or both flawless beauties. Several things waxed even more bizarre after the slaughter of the young Nubian gladiatrix; through entire event the security was more than stoic, statue-like as if they could not react to the horrors displayed that night for me it was that surreal effect created by film makers when the shot slows down and augments exaggerating all the forms displayed before me.

What happened next made me sick to my stomach; Cat with the sudden movement of a predator in the wild opened her mouth wide and sunk her teeth into the side of T=s pulsating neck puncturing the artery and sending her victim into shock. Still there were more horrors to come; it was obvious to us that the other inhabitants of the room were used to this kind of thing and were going to do nothing to save poor T. I attempted to raise thinking I would break the glass with my chair jump out of the room and rescue that poor young lady. Evidently they security was reading my mind because they hoisted me up from my seat slamming me on the floor and pinning me there. Something else was frightening me a thought , a realization that the gargantuan guards were not there for the combatant or even to protect the persons of the Elder Lady Greek Organizations but to secure our not interfering.

Cat was ingesting T=s blood and only using her flared nostrils to breath T=s body just began her death twitch like deer caught by a puma. This position was saturated with irony because we saw a thing that neither of us could have dreamed possible; Cat began to morph into a great cat making all the sounds and movements of a panther feeding as she turned into a beast. G-man and I looked at each other to check to see if we were looking at the same terrifying spectacle.

Meeting in the Ladies Room

Back in the booth our two visitors were continuing in their ritual chants and gyrations. One standing and dancing her disgusting dance in the nude (Lady E) and Lady S lying prostrate on the deck and in an even more disgusting display she humped and chanted in some undistinguishable Yoruba dialect as she lay.
In a serious “catch 22” situation we both just shut our eyes to both disturbing sights.

Suddenly we heard a blood curdling scream from Lady E who had just previously indulged herself in a kind of ugly (I say ugly because she was buck naked, well into her seventies...yuk well I’m sure you don’t need the visual) victory celebration. Our eyes popped open to seek something impossible, but it had to be possible. The great feline beast that Cat had changed into before our very eyes had now morphed into the fallen warrior T, naked intact and covered with and standing in both women’s human juices.
We also noticed that Lady S had ceased her chanting and broken into laughter.

Some ancient spell had been cast, one that would give immortality to the devoured.
Did the Iota’s knowing Cat’s curse plan for T to lose or did they know that even a warrior as great as T would fall under the power of the B.G.B’s monstrosity? What of poor T who would live out her existence not truly herself, not truly human

We were debriefed (threatened) by the Bole, paid and sent on our way. Why am I telling the story now? Simple I’m old and I have lived my life to the fullest and G-Man even more so besides they can only kill us once, I think?/???

Ole Deacon
And
G-Man