From Whence Come Wars?
Not on Holy Ground!
Halvilah Vs. Cheradore
By Deacon

In my youth my dear mother used to say something that irked me then, yet serves me well now; common sense ought to tell ya’. The implication that I was not even commonly intelligent was a biting indictment against my youthful cognitive skills however I got used to it.

Evident from his occasional female inspired foolishness, for my good friend Deacon it was not an axiom used in his household coming up.

Long ago Deacon attended church services with the lovely and mysterious Devonna and Devonna introduced him to a gorgeous black beauty named Cheradore whom Devonna was attempting to mentor in the ways of righteousness. Unfortunately Devonna finally concluded that Cheradore was a hopeless and decadent reprobate even more unfortunate was the fact that Deacon was already hooked.

Cheradore though a demoniac seemed ironically to enjoy church life and all it’s trappings [Job 1:6-7
New International Version (NIV)
6 One day the angels[a] came to present themselves before the Lord, and Satan[b]also came with them. 7 The Lord said to Satan, “Where have you come from?”
Satan answered the Lord, “From roaming throughout the earth, going back and forth on it.”
]. She had become one of the pastor’s favorites at the New Freedom Church of Deliverance. Cheradore had become the Treasurer and President of the Lady Auxiliary AKA “the Busy Beez” all this to the chagrin of long time church worker Havilah Smithe whose family had been dedicated church workers for three generations.
Havilah and Cheradore butted heads at the very outset when Havilah found out that Cheradore and her secret crush Deacon were an item. Being the dignified sort Havilah never let anyone know how she felt about Deacon whom she had a fondness for since he taught her sixth grade Sunday school class. Thinking he was the most intelligent, sophisticated, and godly man in the congregation (Gee she did not know the Deacon we know did she LOL!). On top of taking her man Cheradore usurped her authority and hogged attention from the pastor every chance she got and the way Cheradore’s mind worked knowing that she was getting Havilah’s goat so to speak she would not let up. In fact she would make things worse at every turn.

One evening a special meeting of the church counsel was called there was a heated disagreement between Cheradore and Havilah. Havilah stormed out of the meeting the pastor went after her then Cheradore stormed out and Deacon went after her.
Deacon and the pastor ended up in the parking lot looking for the girls and though their cars were still there they were nowhere to be found but they were nowhere to be found. The rest of the counsel followed and were milling around between the vestibule and the parking lot expressing their shock and or outrage at what had just transpired. Pastor Dave was an intuitive man who suspected the worst so he instructed the remaining counsel members to go home and pray and instructed Deacon to look for the irate “sisters” in the Fellowship hall while he searched the back of the church.

Deacon looked on the first floor of the fellowship hall calling out to them yet finding no one, Cheradore! Havilah! As Deacon passed the stairwell leading to the second floor he heard a thumping and a rustling from above. Suddenly his nostrils flared with the scent of what normally would have been a welcome aroma; the fevered transudation of embattled females. Deacon hoped to interrupt the fray by obstreperously ascending the old rickety stairs however his noisy entrance was to no avail. As much as Ole Deacon loved what we do he was horrified and sickened at what he found when reaching the second floor caused a response; Oh my goodness , whispered Deacon bowing his head and closing his eyes as if in solemn meditation.
Shoes, purses and other feminine accessories sprawled all over the floor. Their skirts up heaved and blouses torn, their panty hose run; Cheradore his beloved and Havilah a young Christian lady he greatly respected were interlocked by mutually exclusive lower locks on each other. Pirates Hook-n-Blade was the name of Havilah’s hold; her left instep hooking the nap of Cheradore’s neck pulling her inward and the blade of her right foot pressing into Cheradore’s throat outward. Their hands were involved in a flesh indenting fingerlock while Cheradore.’s contorted torso allowed her to clamp on an excruciating Tit Crunch with her feet. They stared at each other with blood glazed eyes displaying an intense hatred growling like animals locked in mortal combat.
Stop! Deacon demanded. At the sound of Deacon’s voice they both relaxed their hold somewhat because they were startled but the did not let go completely until he physically parted the still growling vixens.
Holding them at bay with outstretched arms in either direction he asked “How could you, on Holy ground?”
“I’m not the Highlander so I have no location restriction for whoopin a b!%@#es @$$es!”, barked Cheradore.
“Cheradore your language we are in church!” admonished Deacon.
“She don’t care where she is because she always carries the gutter and that gutter mouth of hers!” railed Havilah with a disgusted look.
“What about you Sister Havilah, fighting in church?! I know rank sinners who wouldn’t even do this!” corrected Deacon.
“Well, technically it’s not church it’s the Fellowship Hall besides the scripture says “if at all possible live peaceably with all men” well she ain”t no man and she made it impossible for me”....
“Oh shut t up! How dare you twist scripture to try to rationalize your inexcusable behavior behavior! Point in fact these grounds this building is dedicated to God and you two have dishonored it and yourselves!
“You shut up Deacon you make your livelihood from women fighting!” revealed Cheradore.
“What?!” shouted Havilah in surprise with brows raised and her eyes wide open.
“My profession does not extend to this place Cheradore, a lot of us indulge in things that my be considered untoward however it is out of respect not hypocrisy that we do not bring such things here!” He declared in an unwavering tone. “Now get yourselves together so I can get you out the back way before the pastor discovers what you’ve been doing”, he commanded.
Just then the booming voice of their pastor hurried their departure out the back and down the fire escape. “Brotha’ Lee brotha’ Lee did you find the two sistas?”

Having removed all evidence of a struggle Deacon explained to the pastor that Cheradore and Havilah continued the argument but could not agree then left. Pastor Dave was a true Christian man but not a fool; he was from the streets. Upon reaching the top of the pastor Dave immediately recognized the scent of stress distended feminine perspiration. However he accepted Deacon’s equivocal explanation of things praying inwardly that the dispute was over.

“Ring, ring” (Havilah’s cell phone rings on her way home) “Hello?
Wanna finish it B!%@#! ?”
“I thought you had enough, I guess you like ice skating up hill” Havilah retorted sarcastically
“Well do you want to or not!” Cheradore said with a snapping impatience.
“Where?”
“Ray Miller Park, 1:25am in the gazebo, hand to hand no holds barred, win by submission or knockout. Oh and uhh B!%@#!
“What Whore of Babylon?”
Wear what you have on now I’m not finished rippin’ it off you till you’re butt naked and bleeding like them seven sons in Acts.”
“We’ll see” Click!

The problem with fights like this is obvious there are no controls no refs, no judges, no seconds to break it up if it gets out of hand. A greater problem was that this was between two church sisters, two women who should have been able to pray and talk and settle things in a godly manner, alas that was not to be.

Entering the drive of the small park about the same time the two combatants parked their vehicles about ten feet from each other then hurried to the gazebo without a word. As if prearranged they found places at opposite sides of the wood flooring in the moonlight. Nodding their heads then simultaneously charging one another, meeting in the middle the began peppering each other with a storm of vicious punches, kicks and clawing. Round and round they went banging their subtle feminine frames into the wooden railing causing an occasional yelp or scream however with no hint of relinquishing.

Lacking nothing in velocity and intensity in their assaults the drew blood sweat and tears from each other in the first minute of action. Occasionally they would clench doing a painful slow dance Cheradore hammering Havilah with her fist and Havilah spearing Cheradore’s ribs with her bony knee, still no one yielded only grunts and squeals we give up in this fray.
Cheradore was surprised at the amount of punishment that the slender girl could take from her and was equally surprised at Havilah=s ability to dish out harm.

Havilah’s background was showing in her fighting ability; she was the only girl in a family of nine boys she was from the country back in Arkansas and she had to perform every chore they boys had to perform. Knowing none of this Cheradore went into the fight thinking that Havilah's refined demeanor was a result of easy living and soft breeding. However she quickly abandoned that idea when embattled with the refined country beauty.

After five minutes of animalistic fighting they were nearly naked having lost their skirts blouses and with their bras barely hanging of their whisking moist war torn physiques.
Usually the psychological game of trash talking would have come into play by now but they were too exhausted and both women were wisely saving their strength for any unforeseen occurrences and or the coupe de Gras.

Catching there second wind about the same time they began a series of devastating grappling moves; flips slams and suflexes demonstrating their extraordinary physical strength.

The last slam delivered was by Havilah who decided that the deck was not a painful enough surface so she slammed Cheradore onto the railing in the cruelest fashion. Havilah slammed Cheradore such that her tailbone hit the wood first. Cheradore shrieked in agony for the first time in the fight but before she could even fall to one side or the other of the railing. Havilah spun around raising her right leg above her head and dropped her heal in Cheradore’s chest landing on Cheradore’s left clavicle, then with cat like speed the dark thin beauty Havilah wrapped her attenuated, moist, sinuous thighs about Cheradore’s neck and head placing the crack of her behind firmly in Cheradore’s face locking her legs in a tight figure four position. Clawed Cheradore’s abs with her left hand stabilizing her position then she pounded her with her left seeking a submission from her Afro Asian opponent. Cheradore immediately tried to free herself by clawing at Havliah’s petite, taut yet curvaceous sable rump. Naturally Cheradore used her legs to assist in her futile attempts to escape seeking to kick or clamp onto Havilah’s head. Havilah commandeered Cheradore’s muscular leg crossed them in a figure four and bent herself backward stressing Cheradore’s right ACL and kneecap and placing her glutei and softness in Cheradore’s childlike face.

Though there were no humans to speak of beside the two battling Nubian she cats, nocturnal eyes gazed on the action from the brush. Chipmunks, squirrels, owls, rabbits and possums all awaited the conclusion of the awesome midnight Malay. Out of strength because of her inability to breathe Cheradore’s stomach became distended though in a crunched position and her arms dangled.

“Now City Girl how does it feel to have you @$$! Handed to your by your betters?!” Havilah taunted rhythmically squeezing her narrow butt with every word. Cheradore’s responses were muffled and low. Havilah released her holds and rolled Cheradore forcefully onto the deck with a thud. Cheradore’s wet frame convulsed as she coughed cried and spit up mucus, which hung from her mouth and nose like the moss in the surrounding trees. Havilah taunted and teased her helpless mounting her back spiting on her and slapping her OK Whore of Babylon who’s yo mama? Who’s yo mama!?
Havilah then laid flat belly to Cheradore’s back spun around then clamped standing on Cheradore’s head. Not wanting to maintain the hold for long she quickly adjusted and inverted the thigh lock into a perfect side saddle figure four head lock securing not only Cheradore’s head but her right arm as well. Cheradore’s air supply was cut such that even squeaking sounds were faint, her only overt movement was her involuntarily gyrating rump seeming to simulate a lascivious act and her gaping lower lips which seemed to be seeking to aid her in breathing. Quickly her movement subsided and Cheradore was done so Havilah released her rolled her over then performed a slow straddle over Cheradore’s face until they merged lip to lip.

Now there is an unwritten rule of face sitting; the girl on top must secure the head movement of her victim with her thighs griping the jaws or carotid arteries of her victim. Besides humiliation this safe guards the girl on top from...well you’ll see.

Overjoyed and over confident about her dominance over the Ademonized city gal@ as she fondly referred to Cheradore Havilah broke the rule and settled over the downed Cheradore’s face in a leg spreading straddle and began to rock in a libidinous fashion while taunting her, “now hefa who’s the queen? Who’s the queen now?” “Euuuah Yeah! Euuuah! Euuuah ! Euuuah! Ooo Ooo Oooooo!” Havilah lips began to quiver her eyes to bulge and tear up then her nose began to run. Her mistake started to become evident she had not secured Cheradore’s head thinking she was totally incapacitated and Cheradore who was playing possum locked her teeth into Havilah’s large smooth labium. This was the beginning of the end for Havilah; Cheradore had under estimated the slim country girl’s strength skill and toughness but no more. Now it was her mission to destroy Havilah without mercy. Guiding her victim with her teeth Cheradore turned the whimpering Havilah over simultaneously she wrapped her mighty legs about Havilah’s lower rib cage crushing her and restricting her air flow. Havilah’s hands were free but her predicament prevented her from fighting she could only caress pat and stroke Cheradore in hopes to gain some mercy. One may wonder why Havilah did not just give up at this point well frankly she was in shock and could make no intelligible utterances.
Cheradore did not ease up until she was satisfied that she had crack at least one of Havilah’s ribs (she only bruised two). Cheradore did not let go altogether she merely replaced her teeth with her fingers and with the other hand and began wrenching Havilah’s petite bosom. Finally Havilah found her voice and began to implore her assailant for mercy. “Cheradore Cheradore Cheradore! She said rapidly. “Ok, Ok you the queen you the queen I give I don’t want no mo! please let me go Cheradore please!” Cheradore only laugh aloud flashing her blood stained teeth while wrenching Havilah’s vulva a bit more. All at once Cheradore released her stood to her feet the stomped on Havilah’s chest with both feet, remarkably Havilah almost ignored this devastating move because she was still favoring her tender genitals. Cheradore kicked Havilah in the head several times the grabbed her by the hair and positioned her between her mighty thighs inverted her and sat down into a crushing pile driver move breaching Havilah’s head at the hair line bursting her open and rendering her unconscious. Then she for her own perverted satisfaction dragged her broken and bleeding opponent to the center of the gazebo floor applied a reverse school girl pin over Havilah’s lovely but battered face and undulated until she reached a resounding and feverish apogee.

“You get that Loki?”
“Every punch kick and slam”
“Good, we can sell the copies on the net”
“Who are they anyway Deacon?”
“A couple of nobodies trying to prove a point”

he had hoped that Cheradore had learned something from church and would repent and convert but how could he even an old reprobate like myself could see that the girl was demon possessed. However knowing Cheradore’s most recent sick fantasy about an extreme catfight in the Ray Miller park under the moonlight he called Loki of the Battle clan to meet him there with his special night camera equipment to film the fight. At first Deacon thought to meet them and stop it but disappointed and disheartened in a woman who he thought were different than the females in our world and one he hoped to change he just did what came second nature to him, he recorded the fight.
Deacon was as brilliant a biblical scholar as he was a fight strategist but he was weak in the faith and even weaker when it came to Cheradore who worked her way into his life and home a few weeks later. Yes and he and she left the church and Havilah changed congregations never to be heard of again. Ole Deacon was comforted about just one thing in this whole sorted ordeal, that it did not take place “on only ground.”

“From whence come wars and fighting among you?” indeed.

G-Man aka his alter ego Deacon