Fortworth Fury II

The Latin Showdown

It was now the turn of the two tall Latin beauties, both tall, striking females with dark serious eyes. Consuelo was never defeated in a street fight; she even had the distinction of running off her homegirls who jumped her into the gang of her youth. Very few in her former circle of influence wanted to challenge her; she was quick, strong and vicious.

Now the Brazilian girl Narcissa was raised with her brothers and sisters on the streets of San Palo, the oldest of five, she literally had to fight for every meal, a few times to the death. A local ju jitsu master decided to teach her and entered her into various tournaments where she never lost a single match.  J.C. discovered Narcissa in his travels to Brazil’s Carnival. He saw her fight in Rio, made an offer to care for her siblings if she would fight for him in the U.S. and the rest was history. Narcissa was a peerless beauty; tall with perfectly proportioned limbs, long wavy sandy brown hair, and the face of a child with that Afro-Euro-Native amalgamates Brazil is so famous for.  Her abs were a smooth sensuous six pack and her dark eyes almost like that of a nocturnal creature.

    Consuelo had a couple of advantages no one new her or her skills conversely Nikki heard something on the street about the “Maroon She-devil” so Nikki advised her, “Box this b!%@# don’t let her grab you or take you down, if she does claw and bite her hard to break the holds cause I hear her s#!% can break your bones. Watch her hands at all time she will snatch your p()$$% and try to give you a f(@%ing hysterectomy.  If she does grab your p($$% grab hers and remember bite that b!%@# and don’t let go until she does.”  After this sage advice Consuelo was more than ready for battle.

Consulelo was fair skinned, dark eyed with full shoulder length black hair, thick burgundy lips, a small watse line and long sinewy arms and legs.  She looked like one of those NFL cheerleaders.

The Latina warrior princesses approached each other cursing in their first languages (Spanish and Portuguese) their fists raised in a Muy Tai fashion.

Once within range the action started, it was very one sided; Consuelo was obviously the skilled boxer delivering a flurry of punches move from side to side spinning and turning the Maroon beauty who was desperately trying to grab Consuelo. Consuelo remembered the advice of her friend and partner and used it to her advantage snapping Narcissa’s head back and side to side with ever blow. Narcissa’s face began to swell, her nose to bleed and her lucious lips were now disfigured yet grunting, squealing and grabbing she kept coming. Consuelo was taunting her in Spanish as she pound her for every move she made peppering her face and head with ”dem 5th ward bees”.  Narcissa finally fell to one knee her hair matted against he head with sweat and her face toward the ground slowly dripping a blood and perspiration mix. Consuelo circled her ridiculing her and spitting on her and occasionally kicking her in the head.  J. C. hung his head and just shook it as if to say ‘what a shame’. Everyone pretty much figured the fight was over, everyone but Narcissa. Narcissa was patiently and painfully waiting for Consuelo to make a mistake and she did. Consuelo in typical female street fighter fashion wanted to “walk” her beaten foe; this was a custom of humiliating your opponent by stripping her, exposing her breast and or buttocks then parading her around the neighborhood for all to see. “Walking” was akin to what the Romans did to their conquered before execution, dragging them around before the public in what the called the Circus.

Consuelo confidently walk over to Narcissa and grabbed a hand full of her hair to pull her into a headlock. Narcissa ceased the moment and countered the move into a backdrop.

Narcissa wrapped her right arm around Consuelo’s waste, interlocked her hands between her legs lifted Consuelo up and fell back ward smacking Consuelo’s head and back to the ground “Whack!”  “D” responded to what she saw by saying “Oh S#!%!”.  Nikki just dropped her head. For the first time in the fight Consuelo was in serious trouble, really any at all. The pain ran from both sides of the back of her head and shot through her eyes now filled with tears. Consuelo’s first instinct was to turnover and crawl away to regroup, this too was an error Narcissa mounted her when she turned over and like a large snake locked Consuelo into the Anaconda.

Anaconda was a combination sleeper-chokehold and lowerbody scissors hold. Narcissa rolled Consuelo over, tightened her choke, pressed her interlocked heel into the Mexican fighter’s crotch and began to taunt her in Spanish (one of the five languages she spoke.  “Ahora ramera que usted es mío, yo lo pelaré como un melón y rasgón maduros fuera su a semejanza de vagina el centro no deseado entonces yo tendré la misericordia en usted y lo mata”.

 TRANSLATION:

 “Now bitch you are mine, I will peel you like a ripe melon and rip out your vagina like the unwanted core then I will have mercy on you and kill you”. Consuelo’s had no time to consider the threat; her dilemma was now a loss of oxygen because of her carotid artery being crushed plus Narcissa’s might thighs were squeezing any epigastric reserve out of her.

Consuelo sought in vain to relieve her self from this deadly hold but to no avail; she bridged and tried to pry Narcissa’s arms from her neck. As if all this pain was not bad enough Consuelo soon learned Narcissa was skilled in switching back and forth with various holds and displayed this talent eagerly.  Narcissa released her holds stood straddling Consuelo who was barely on all fours coughing and gagging and before she could catch her breath Narcissa stomped her in the base of the skull, “Oh mother of God! (In Spanish).  Now Consuelo lay flat face on the ground moaning half conscious while Narcissa quickly lifted Consuelo by the ankles placing the insteps of her feet on her shoulders then she grabbed Consuelo’s wrists.  Narcissa the stood straight up then began to bounce her on the deck bruising her ample tawny breasts and the brim of her rib cage, at the same time cracking her back and nearly wrenching her arms out of socket.  Normally most fighters with Narcissa’s advantage would be seeking a submission but not Narcissa, she was the only female out of the four who had taken a life in these kind of contests and secretly looked forward to killing her first American. After some time Narcissa became bored with her new maneuver so she switched back to her old one which was little or no comfort to Consuelo.

Suddenly with some hidden reserve Consuelo turned over on all fours and began to crawl with Narcissa affixed to her back like a wolverine attacking a larger prey. While sweat was dripping form every inch of her body, gagging, eyes bulging, veins popping, and foaming like a sick dog, she still crawled.

Narcissa began to tighten her holds even more Consuelo faltered from her hands to her elbows yet remarkably Consuelo kept crawling. Consuelo made it to a small car that was low to the ground she rolled herself and her unwanted attachment on to the hood. Narcissa was amused and said,  ¿, ”La mira ella está loca antes ella muere, no? Ah ah ah ah!”

 TRANSLATION:

 ”look at her she is crazy before she dies, no? Ha ha ha ha !” Little did the Brazilian bombshell know there was method to Consuelo’s madness. This small car was a low rider and had a sharp protruding hood ornament that Consuelo planned to make good used of. With one last bust of strength Consuelo almost unconscious raised to her feet atop the vehicle and fell backward causing the large pointed ornament to be embedded into Narcissa’s back. Narcissa’s death hold was broken and she cried out in blood curdling agony, Consuelo opened her mouth wide and gasped for as much air as she could get, then she went to work. Restricting Narcissa’s arms pinning them to the hood with her hands then smothering Narcissa with her thighs and crotch. Consuelo took another deep breath then twisted her hips sharply; Narcissa’s neck popped and her arms and legs slowly rested; Consuelo dismounted from Narcissa’s head. Narcissa was now hanging from the hood of the car up side down foaming at the mouth neck disjointed sweat glistening off a twitching frame.

Consuelo exhausted walked away slowly saying “take this B!%@# to emergency “ then Consuelo dropped to her knees and fainted in the arms of her friends.

J.C. mouth was wide open, he never thought he would live to see Narcissa the “Maroon She-devil” defeated.

To be continued...