Within hours, the two were in a heated argument over personal space. Saxony was a territorial cat and had claimed the entire room. Marshawn felt she should have at least half of it, and quickly decided Saxony should be eliminated altogether. The differences in the conditioning of the two women was evident from the start. Saxony is a tall, thick, large-breasted stripper with an ass that shakes with every movement of her body. Marshawn is another tall woman, but she is tighter and more toned, presumably from all of the dance training. It looked like a woman built for shaking would do battle with a woman built for endurance.
One can only imagine what took place when the doors were closed. There wasn’t much time to ask questions. But some things were obvious from the sounds and the things they said. One powerful, sexy Black woman had gotten comfortable in her space and another powerful, sexy Black woman had come to supplant her. Being powerful made them confident. Being sexy made them used to winning. Being Black made them willing to stand up for what is right even if it means getting persecuted. So the war of words began, and quickly turned into a battle of power. The two women went at each other, and the tighter body of the dancer prevailed. The stripper lost her ground and her body was moved backward, causing her to hit a nightstand hard, and fall to the ground. The stripper regained her footing and returned to the war of words, but by now the dancer was comfortable with the power struggle. The stripper talked loudly and harshly as the dancer ejected her from the room.
This is the part where everybody else learned of the problem. About six teenagers were in the area when the stripper was put out of her room. I was sitting in a room with my uncle, drinking cocoa. All of us came down the hall to watch the stripper pounding the door, demanding to be allowed back into the room. I thought to my self, “damn”, wishing I had a blank tape for my camera. But I didn't so I just sat by a wall and drank my cocoa while waiting for something to happen. I could imagine the dancer in her newly claimed room, raging and thinking to herself, “I’m about to fuck this bitch up.” And when the door opened, she came out and said, “I’ma fuck you up.”
Mother entered the room as the two women tried to get a hold on each other. Then the stripper broke free and told my mother, “That bitch put me out of my room!” She then went on about how she had been shoved into a nightstand, and her leg was hurt. Mother said we couldn’t have any fighting in the house and it would have to be taken outside. They would also have to be quiet so they would not disturb uncle. She didn't have a problem with the fight in itself. So the dancer said, “Let’s go outside.” The stripper said no, and tried to go back into her room. The dancer grabbed the stripper and swung her around, starting the fight again in the hallway. Everybody managed to dodge the shaking, raging women except me, sitting with my cocoa. So of course my cocoa ended up all over me as Marshawn tripped over my legs and fell to the ground.
Suddenly, the stripper was the one with the upper hand. She wasted no time kicking the shit out of the dancer. The dancer rolled over with the blows, unable to get to her feet. She ended up in the room with uncle before the stripper picked her up. The dancer tried to fight back, punching the stripper’s upper body and finally getting her arms around the stripper. The two women swung themselves around, barely missing my uncle, and crashing into various pieces of furniture and innocent vegetation. Then the dancer gained the upper hand and started shoving the stripper around and hitting her. They ended up in the living room, followed by everybody except my uncle.
In the living room, the frantic stripper resorted to throwing blows and just hoping something would go her way. The ghetto in her showed very clearly. The dancer was fighting back, throwing punches into the stripper. After about ten seconds of this, the dancer went down. By now, my legs were sticky because of the drying cocoa spilled on me, and I was recording the fight over a tape of a church service. The stripper was now in control, kicking the fuck out of the dancer. I think she felt like she would have her room to herself if she could get the dancer out of the house. So she picked up the dancer, who was no longer able to fight, and hauled her out of the house. She then went back down the hallway, shoved Jessica and Felicia out of her way, and went into her room.
My mother quickly ran to Jessica, who had been put on her ass by the shoving. Felicia and Jessica are both teenage girls. Mother was frantic that two of the younger people in our home were assaulted by a grown woman. So she said, “Get her out of here”. So I went and got my girl Tanisha so we could go kick Saxony’s ass. Saxony had locked the door behind her. So we went to get something to open the door. But by the time we got back, Felicia and Jessica had already gotten the door open and jumped Saxony. Jessica had Saxony’s left arm and Felicia had Saxony’s right arm. Saxony was kicking and screaming as they hauled her out of the room and down the hall. As they hauled her past my mother, Saxony made a plea to her, saying “Everybody has fights in here! I wasn’t doing nothing different!” Mother just watched them carry Saxony away. I followed with the camera as they took her into the garage and put her up against her own car. Then they proceeded to beat the fuck out of her. When they had her unable to put up a fight, they dragged her out of the house and left her there.
So we spent some time cleaning the floor where the cocoa spilled, and resetting the plants and things that were knocked over. We also spent some time wondering if we’d have to see the police over this one. Marshawn disappeared and Saxony ended up ringing the doorbell and demanding to be let into our garage so she could get her car. She got beat up again. Then she got her car. I suppose when she recovered, she left. So I lost my houseguest and mother lost hers. I think I was a little more upset about losing my cocoa than the friend.
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