Wednesday, 10 March 2010

The Bull God: Part 2

Huevos del Toro suddenly stopped talking, and spun around.
He had heard a faint female scream of distress nearby, and he was poised for action.
He looked like a big bull-man ready to charge. Then he scraped the ground with his booted toe, snorted, and ran towards where the sound had come from. For a big strong man he was surprisingly quick and agile on his feet.

He peeped through the open side-window of a low wooden hut. He saw a big dark shape of a man in a wide hat leaning over the silent naked body of a pretty teenage girl!
Huevos leapt through the window like a big springing cat and was on the man's back in a flash.
His strong hands clamped round the thick neck and he rolled the heavy man away from the girl. They fell together across the rug and floor, and Huevos could feel the power and strength of the big man as he struggled violently to shake him off.

Huevos snarled at the killer in the black cape...
" You murdering bastardo !
Hold still, or I will break your neck ! "

Surprisingly, the man with the big scarred bald head, stopped struggling. His fancy hat had fallen off.
The grim voice spoke calmly and laughed...
" No ! You have got it all wrong.
She is not harmed. She is just knocked out. She had an accident.
See... she is breathing... Look ! "

Huevos could see her petite ribcage and pointy breasts moving up and down. Her beautiful flesh did look unhurt.

While the wrestler was slightly distracted by naturally lusty male thoughts, the bald man burst into action and elbowed Huevos very hard in his stomach!
Winded, the grappler loosened his grip in shock, and his big tough opponent quicky prised himself free, and then spun round to see him for the first time.

Krondagg [ Main character ] was so surprised to behold the face of a bull on a man in strange garb!
He took a pace backwards in awe and slight fear. His voice trembled a bit...
" By the horns of Satanus! What manner of demon are you?
Have you been sent by my mistress? "

Huevos, gasped, stared long and hard at the big grim-faced thug who was slowly backing away. The wrestler was cunning, and realised he had a chance to gain valuable information from this scared foe...
" Yes. You worm !
I grow impatient with your whining.
Who is this poor girl, and what is your business here? "

Krondagg sat down on the floor. His mind was racing fast and he was sweating now.
He quickly told the Bull-demon that the girl was a virgin, who was not to be harmed, and he had cut some of her hair. He must take it to his employer, Mordama the Sorceress, tonight.
She had told him to look out for more strong rogues and warriors who might want to earn a lot of money in secret work.

Huevos, scratched his bull chin, blinked his eyes a lot, and threw his head back in booming laughter...
" You crazy big bastardo. You do talk some stupid sheeet, eh? "

Krondagg was suddenly very relieved, and soon realised his mistake. He began to laugh too, and slowly rose up with his hands in the air, and moved nearer to the laughing bull...
" Yeah, I can tell the best funny tales, my friend. "

Krondagg was intrigued by this new guy in the painted mask, and he always respected strength and great fighting powers. And he thought Mordama could use a tough guy like bull-face?
" Hey, I like you.
Let me take you for a drink at the tavern?
You look thirsty from a long journey?
And later, perhaps you would like to meet my beautiful employer? She sure pays well."

Huevos shrugged, sighed, and then beamed a big smile of relief...
" Ok, Baldy.
But what about the girl ? "

Krondagg picked up his hat, tossed a blanket over the now snoring girl, and gently kissed her on the forehead...and chuckled...
" She will be fine.
You can come back and marry her later, and I will be your best man, eh? "

The wrestler now noticed that his new 'friend' walked with a limp.
They both slapped each other on the back, and went laughing lustilly down the dark street towards the rough local tavern...

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The Bull God

Huevos del Toro staggered to his feet and pulled his mask straight. His opponent, the mountainous Vestido Peligroso, was already rushing towards him again. The Mexico City crowd erupted as Huevos was grabbed in a double underhook and El Peligroso fell back, smashing his opponent's head to the ground in a deadly "brainbuster" move.

For Huevos del Toro, the world went black and began to spin. Awareness of his surroundings dropped away as he entered an unconscious void. All that remained was the sensation of revolving in space as he fell deeper and deeper into the abyss. Gradually, however, he began to notice specks of light, streaking like shooting stars in the dark . At the same time, he became aware of a whooshing sound that filled both ears and a pulsating headache. Colours flashed as his aching brain struggled back to consciousness.

Beneath his head; that was not canvass! And where was the jeering crowd, baying for blood? There was a sound like the sea. It was the sea! And that was sand he was lying on; a beach!

Disorientated and weary, Huevos wiped the blood from his eyes and looked around him. In the distance from where he lay on the beach, he could see a city. Nearer, there were palm trees and a small cluster of dilapidated huts. Wincing as a fresh wave of pain swept across his brow, Huevos hauled himself up and slowly shambled over to these signs of habitation.

Knocking on the door of the first hut, Huevos was taken aback by the extreme age of its occupant. The toothless elder who answered, for his part, seemed terrified to see Huevos. Somewhat confused by this response, the luchadora felt his own face and thought "Of course, I'm still wearing the mask!" Huevos' mascara was a complicated bright red adornment, fashioned to look like a bull, complete with stylized horns.

The ancient sank to his knees and prostrated himself full length on the dusty ground. "Doom, doom!" he mouthed, "I never thought I'd live to see it! First, the Warriors from the Sea and now, the Bull God himself... Truly the Day of the Prophecy has come; the Dead One who Lies Sleeping must have risen!"

"Excuse me, SeƱor", asked Huevos, "Do you think I could trouble you for a glass of water? And please could you tell me where I am?"