The Bullfighter By thormanoftunder@yahoo.com If you are an artist and would wish to picture this stories (draw, collage, shoot, whatever), please feel free to do it and e-mail me. But remember, this is just for fun and you will not be paid or anything, as I did writing. Warning - Adult material. Not recommended for minors This is a fiction story and all similarity with other works and characters is mere coincidence. Walter Connors was a reporter for a tabloid specialized on weird stories like "I Dated an Alien Last Weekend", "My Neighbor is a Vampire" or "Boy Scouts Are a Secret School for World Domination". This time he was on vacation in Spain and Portugal watching bullfights and heard that in Mexico people started to fight adult bulls since very early ages, even girls. Some told him an amazing legend about some young female bullfighters that faced the beasts fearless since five years old. This information impelled him to investigate and try to create a story for the tabloid. He took the first plane to Mexico and went to the small town the guys in Europe told him. There he met Don Alejandro Franco who was the Master of the Bullfighters there. He was a severe man, with some scars he got from the bulls along his long bullfighter career and still was not retired. Walter could not believe man in his eighties could face an adult bull in an arena. Walter asked him about the story he was told in Europe and the old man just laughed on his face: - You "gringos" believe in everything you're told, ha, ha! This is not true, but follow me, son, I´ll show you something that for us is normal, but you can rate it as an impressive feat. Walter followed the man to the arena. He was almost worshiped by the younger bullfighters, men and women. Don Alejandro whispered in Spanish to one of the bullfighters who looking to Walter smiling and left immediately. The old man invited Walter to seat beside him at his honor place behind the wood wall at the floor of the arena. Bullfighters and staff were leaving the arena, but a young female, dressing a traditional bullfighter costume. Very tight pants, long leaves blouse, and that famous bullfighter hat. She came close to Don Alejandro kissed his hands and they exchanged some words in Spanish. Walter was realizing why he did not listen to everybody and learnt Spanish... When she was close, Walter noticed she was young, no more than twenty years old. A beautiful Latin look, red sexy lips, large brown eyes, smooth black hair tied in a high ponytail hanging from the top back of her head to the middle of her back. Her blouse was unbuttoned, but tied ahead, showing a golden cleavage and uncommon muscular abs She was shining under the sun after a period of warm up exercises. Walter could not stop thinking how hot she was. - Alicia, this is Mr. Walter Connors, a foreign journalist that wants to write and picture your talent. Mr. Connors, this is my granddaughter, Alicia. She is following my steps, as her father and her mother. I am personally training her. I see she has potential to become the greatest bullfighter ever. - I'm impressed, Don Alejandro. Very impressed. - No, Mr. Connors, you are not. You will be. Alicia, my darling, please, go ahead. - With pleasure, grandpa! Pay attention Wally! Alicia left smiling and winking to Walter, sexily walking to the center if the arena. Walter noticed she was not wearing shoes or boots, but high stiletto heels! This enhanced her muscular thighs and calves as she walked. In every sexy step, her gluteus pointed challenging gravity and looked like they would rip those pants. - Don Alejandro, what will happen? - Asked Walter. - My friend, we are in a bullfight arena, what do you think it will happen? Release the bull !! - shouted Don Alejandro. Then a huge adult black bull entered the arena, running in rage, attacking everything. Walter noticed there was no clown to help the bullfighter. The raging animal ran toward Alicia who, always smiling as a dancer, teased it looking like she waited for the impact. But at the final moment, she moved the red cape above the bull. She did this several times, but no sword could be seen. Walter was imagining what was going on. There was nothing special on that, but braveness and asked the old man: - Don Alejandro, with all my respect, we are on this for some time and nothing happens. Is she only making the animal tired? - Patience, "amigo", patience. Keep shooting... Then Don Alejandro signed to Alicia who nodded positively. Alicia ran from the bull to take distance, stopped right in front of Walter and teased the animal with the red cape shouting loud to it. Te beast was very angry and full charged in rage toward Alicia. Don Alejandro was smiling in proud: - That's my little girl! Alicia was waving the red cape as the bull was running to her. But in a slight error of calculation the bull hit her and pressed the girl to the wall. Wally stood up in disbelief fearing for the girl's life. The other bullfighters were doing nothing to help her, just watching from distance. Don Alejandro remained seated, with a small grin on his face and, with his hands, signed to Walter to calm down, who was getting desperate. The loud BLAM produced when bull and girl hit the wood wall was scaring and the bull was pressing Alicia and hitting her repetitive times against the wall. Its only objective was killing her. With hands on his head, Walter watched the bizarre scene. How could a man stay so calmly watching his granddaughter being slaughtered by a raging adult bull? The impacts were very strong. Alicia's hair, in a ponytail, was being thrown up and down at every hit. At this moment, Walter saw what was the most impressive scene he had ever seen in his entire life. Alicia was there, being hit by a 500kg bull, and defending herself with her arms only, remaining alive and conscientious. The bull hit her abs that absorbed the several impacts. Then she grabbed the animal by its horns and, with an unreal strength, made it stop hitting her. Alicia showed she was driving all her power to her arms, grinning her teeth and got to pull the bull back. Step after step, holding its horns, the girl took the bull to where her grandfather was. There she stopped and stared him. Her arms were trembling, but a forced smile was on her face. Don Alejandro finally stood up and raised his arm ahead with closed fingers. For about thirty seconds he kept that position. Walter was getting crazy and could not say a word. His lungs were empty... Alicia kept the animal there for all that time and finally Don Alejandro released his thumb pointing it down, like Romans used to do with gladiators. Alicia nodded positively again and with all her might flipped the bull's head. This dropped the bull on the ground and Alicia released it The bull stood up quickly again and Alicia ran to it. Right in front of her grandfather and Walter, Alicia punched the animal's forehead, right between the eyes and horns four times. The punches sounded loud as a hammer hit. The bull fell on the ground and no movement could be noticed. It was dead. Alicia stood still and raised her arms in glory. Don Alejandro was laughing and clapping as well all other bullfighters. Alicia was wet and breathing hard. Walter still was with hands on his heads. Don Alejandro congratulated Alicia who smiled and sent kisses to her few spectators. Some roses fell on her feet. Alicia took two of them and walked to her grandfather. - This is for you, grandpa! - Thanks, my darling! - And this is for you, Wally! Hesitating and trembling he took it. She said to Walter: - Now you just say thank you, Alicia! Walter could not say anything. Don Alejandro interfered: - You must breath before speaking, son. - Ah...! Yeah...! Y-You're welcome...! I-I-I mean... thanks! Oh, my gosh! Alicia left for a shower and the bull was removed from arena. Don Alejandro explained to Walter that its meat would be given to poor people around and that all the carcass could be used as any farm animal is. Walter returned to his country and wrote his article. However, with no extraordinary pictures, once he stopped shooting at the best moment due to his personal impediment. Anyway, Who would believe on a story reported on his tabloid? ______________________________________________________________________________ __ Looking for last minute shopping deals? Find them fast with Yahoo! Search. [ Part 2: "1143361610-Bullfight.txt" ] The Bullfighter By thormanoftunder@yahoo.com If you are an artist and would wish to picture this stories (draw, collage, shoot, whatever), please feel free to do it and e-mail me. But remember, this is just for fun and you will not be paid or anything, as I did writing. Warning - Adult material. Not recommended for minors This is a fiction story and all similarity with other works and characters is mere coincidence. Walter Connors was a reporter for a tabloid specialized on weird stories like "I Dated an Alien Last Weekend", "My Neighbor is a Vampire" or "Boy Scouts Are a Secret School for World Domination". This time he was on vacation in Spain and Portugal watching bullfights and heard that in Mexico people started to fight adult bulls since very early ages, even girls. Some told him an amazing legend about some young female bullfighters that faced the beasts fearless since five years old. This information impelled him to investigate and try to create a story for the tabloid. He took the first plane to Mexico and went to the small town the guys in Europe told him. There he met Don Alejandro Franco who was the Master of the Bullfighters there. He was a severe man, with some scars he got from the bulls along his long bullfighter career and still was not retired. Walter could not believe man in his eighties could face an adult bull in an arena. Walter asked him about the story he was told in Europe and the old man just laughed on his face: - You "gringos" believe in everything you're told, ha, ha! This is not true, but follow me, son, I´ll show you something that for us is normal, but you can rate it as an impressive feat. Walter followed the man to the arena. He was almost worshiped by the younger bullfighters, men and women. Don Alejandro whispered in Spanish to one of the bullfighters who looking to Walter smiling and left immediately. The old man invited Walter to seat beside him at his honor place behind the wood wall at the floor of the arena. Bullfighters and staff were leaving the arena, but a young female, dressing a traditional bullfighter costume. Very tight pants, long leaves blouse, and that famous bullfighter hat. She came close to Don Alejandro kissed his hands and they exchanged some words in Spanish. Walter was realizing why he did not listen to everybody and learnt Spanish... When she was close, Walter noticed she was young, no more than twenty years old. A beautiful Latin look, red sexy lips, large brown eyes, smooth black hair tied in a high ponytail hanging from the top back of her head to the middle of her back. Her blouse was unbuttoned, but tied ahead, showing a golden cleavage and uncommon muscular abs She was shining under the sun after a period of warm up exercises. Walter could not stop thinking how hot she was. - Alicia, this is Mr. Walter Connors, a foreign journalist that wants to write and picture your talent. Mr. Connors, this is my granddaughter, Alicia. She is following my steps, as her father and her mother. I am personally training her. I see she has potential to become the greatest bullfighter ever. - I'm impressed, Don Alejandro. Very impressed. - No, Mr. Connors, you are not. You will be. Alicia, my darling, please, go ahead. - With pleasure, grandpa! Pay attention Wally! Alicia left smiling and winking to Walter, sexily walking to the center if the arena. Walter noticed she was not wearing shoes or boots, but high stiletto heels! This enhanced her muscular thighs and calves as she walked. In every sexy step, her gluteus pointed challenging gravity and looked like they would rip those pants. - Don Alejandro, what will happen? - Asked Walter. - My friend, we are in a bullfight arena, what do you think it will happen? Release the bull !! - shouted Don Alejandro. Then a huge adult black bull entered the arena, running in rage, attacking everything. Walter noticed there was no clown to help the bullfighter. The raging animal ran toward Alicia who, always smiling as a dancer, teased it looking like she waited for the impact. But at the final moment, she moved the red cape above the bull. She did this several times, but no sword could be seen. Walter was imagining what was going on. There was nothing special on that, but braveness and asked the old man: - Don Alejandro, with all my respect, we are on this for some time and nothing happens. Is she only making the animal tired? - Patience, "amigo", patience. Keep shooting... Then Don Alejandro signed to Alicia who nodded positively. Alicia ran from the bull to take distance, stopped right in front of Walter and teased the animal with the red cape shouting loud to it. Te beast was very angry and full charged in rage toward Alicia. Don Alejandro was smiling in proud: - That's my little girl! Alicia was waving the red cape as the bull was running to her. But in a slight error of calculation the bull hit her and pressed the girl to the wall. Wally stood up in disbelief fearing for the girl's life. The other bullfighters were doing nothing to help her, just watching from distance. Don Alejandro remained seated, with a small grin on his face and, with his hands, signed to Walter to calm down, who was getting desperate. The loud BLAM produced when bull and girl hit the wood wall was scaring and the bull was pressing Alicia and hitting her repetitive times against the wall. Its only objective was killing her. With hands on his head, Walter watched the bizarre scene. How could a man stay so calmly watching his granddaughter being slaughtered by a raging adult bull? The impacts were very strong. Alicia's hair, in a ponytail, was being thrown up and down at every hit. At this moment, Walter saw what was the most impressive scene he had ever seen in his entire life. Alicia was there, being hit by a 500kg bull, and defending herself with her arms only, remaining alive and conscientious. The bull hit her abs that absorbed the several impacts. Then she grabbed the animal by its horns and, with an unreal strength, made it stop hitting her. Alicia showed she was driving all her power to her arms, grinning her teeth and got to pull the bull back. Step after step, holding its horns, the girl took the bull to where her grandfather was. There she stopped and stared him. Her arms were trembling, but a forced smile was on her face. Don Alejandro finally stood up and raised his arm ahead with closed fingers. For about thirty seconds he kept that position. Walter was getting crazy and could not say a word. His lungs were empty... Alicia kept the animal there for all that time and finally Don Alejandro released his thumb pointing it down, like Romans used to do with gladiators. Alicia nodded positively again and with all her might flipped the bull's head. This dropped the bull on the ground and Alicia released it The bull stood up quickly again and Alicia ran to it. Right in front of her grandfather and Walter, Alicia punched the animal's forehead, right between the eyes and horns four times. The punches sounded loud as a hammer hit. The bull fell on the ground and no movement could be noticed. It was dead. Alicia stood still and raised her arms in glory. Don Alejandro was laughing and clapping as well all other bullfighters. Alicia was wet and breathing hard. Walter still was with hands on his heads. Don Alejandro congratulated Alicia who smiled and sent kisses to her few spectators. Some roses fell on her feet. Alicia took two of them and walked to her grandfather. - This is for you, grandpa! - Thanks, my darling! - And this is for you, Wally! Hesitating and trembling he took it. She said to Walter: - Now you just say thank you, Alicia! Walter could not say anything. Don Alejandro interfered: - You must breath before speaking, son. - Ah...! Yeah...! Y-You're welcome...! I-I-I mean... thanks! Oh, my gosh! Alicia left for a shower and the bull was removed from arena. Don Alejandro explained to Walter that its meat would be given to poor people around and that all the carcass could be used as any farm animal is. Walter returned to his country and wrote his article. However, with no extraordinary pictures, once he stopped shooting at the best moment due to his personal impediment. Anyway, Who would believe on a story reported on his tabloid? [ Part 3, "1755151363-Bullfight.doc" Application/MSWORD 42KB. ] [ Unable to print this part. ] [ Part 4: "3722696661-Bullfight.htm" ] The Bullfighter By thormanoftunder@yahoo.com If you are an artist and would wish to picture this stories (draw, collage, shoot, whatever), please feel free to do it and e-mail me. But remember, this is just for fun and you will not be paid or anything, as I did writing. Warning - Adult material. Not recommended for minors This is a fiction story and all similarity with other works and characters is mere coincidence. Walter Connors was a reporter for a tabloid specialized on weird stories like "I Dated an Alien Last Weekend", "My Neighbor is a Vampire" or "Boy Scouts Are a Secret School for World Domination". This time he was on vacation in Spain and Portugal watching bullfights and heard that in Mexico people started to fight adult bulls since very early ages, even girls. Some told him an amazing legend about some young female bullfighters that faced the beasts fearless since five years old. This information impelled him to investigate and try to create a story for the tabloid. He took the first plane to Mexico and went to the small town the guys in Europe told him. There he met Don Alejandro Franco who was the Master of the Bullfighters there. He was a severe man, with some scars he got from the bulls along his long bullfighter career and still was not retired. Walter could not believe man in his eighties could face an adult bull in an arena. Walter asked him about the story he was told in Europe and the old man just laughed on his face: - You "gringos" believe in everything you're told, ha, ha! This is not true, but follow me, son, I´ll show you something that for us is normal, but you can rate it as an impressive feat. Walter followed the man to the arena. He was almost worshiped by the younger bullfighters, men and women. Don Alejandro whispered in Spanish to one of the bullfighters who looking to Walter smiling and left immediately. The old man invited Walter to seat beside him at his honor place behind the wood wall at the floor of the arena. Bullfighters and staff were leaving the arena, but a young female, dressing a traditional bullfighter costume. Very tight pants, long leaves blouse, and that famous bullfighter hat. She came close to Don Alejandro kissed his hands and they exchanged some words in Spanish. Walter was realizing why he did not listen to everybody and learnt Spanish... When she was close, Walter noticed she was young, no more than twenty years old. A beautiful Latin look, red sexy lips, large brown eyes, smooth black hair tied in a high ponytail hanging from the top back of her head to the middle of her back. Her blouse was unbuttoned, but tied ahead, showing a golden cleavage and uncommon muscular abs She was shining under the sun after a period of warm up exercises. Walter could not stop thinking how hot she was. - Alicia, this is Mr. Walter Connors, a foreign journalist that wants to write and picture your talent. Mr. Connors, this is my granddaughter, Alicia. She is following my steps, as her father and her mother. I am personally training her. I see she has potential to become the greatest bullfighter ever. - I'm impressed, Don Alejandro. Very impressed. - No, Mr. Connors, you are not. You will be. Alicia, my darling, please, go ahead. - With pleasure, grandpa! Pay attention Wally! Alicia left smiling and winking to Walter, sexily walking to the center if the arena. Walter noticed she was not wearing shoes or boots, but high stiletto heels! This enhanced her muscular thighs and calves as she walked. In every sexy step, her gluteus pointed challenging gravity and looked like they would rip those pants. - Don Alejandro, what will happen? - Asked Walter. - My friend, we are in a bullfight arena, what do you think it will happen? Release the bull !! - shouted Don Alejandro. Then a huge adult black bull entered the arena, running in rage, attacking everything. Walter noticed there was no clown to help the bullfighter. The raging animal ran toward Alicia who, always smiling as a dancer, teased it looking like she waited for the impact. But at the final moment, she moved the red cape above the bull. She did this several times, but no sword could be seen. Walter was imagining what was going on. There was nothing special on that, but braveness and asked the old man: - Don Alejandro, with all my respect, we are on this for some time and nothing happens. Is she only making the animal tired? - Patience, "amigo", patience. Keep shooting... Then Don Alejandro signed to Alicia who nodded positively. Alicia ran from the bull to take distance, stopped right in front of Walter and teased the animal with the red cape shouting loud to it. Te beast was very angry and full charged in rage toward Alicia. Don Alejandro was smiling in proud: - That's my little girl! Alicia was waving the red cape as the bull was running to her. But in a slight error of calculation the bull hit her and pressed the girl to the wall. Wally stood up in disbelief fearing for the girl's life. The other bullfighters were doing nothing to help her, just watching from distance. Don Alejandro remained seated, with a small grin on his face and, with his hands, signed to Walter to calm down, who was getting desperate. The loud BLAM produced when bull and girl hit the wood wall was scaring and the bull was pressing Alicia and hitting her repetitive times against the wall. Its only objective was killing her. With hands on his head, Walter watched the bizarre scene. How could a man stay so calmly watching his granddaughter being slaughtered by a raging adult bull? The impacts were very strong. Alicia's hair, in a ponytail, was being thrown up and down at every hit. At this moment, Walter saw what was the most impressive scene he had ever seen in his entire life. Alicia was there, being hit by a 500kg bull, and defending herself with her arms only, remaining alive and conscientious. The bull hit her abs that absorbed the several impacts. Then she grabbed the animal by its horns and, with an unreal strength, made it stop hitting her. Alicia showed she was driving all her power to her arms, grinning her teeth and got to pull the bull back. Step after step, holding its horns, the girl took the bull to where her grandfather was. There she stopped and stared him. Her arms were trembling, but a forced smile was on her face. Don Alejandro finally stood up and raised his arm ahead with closed fingers. For about thirty seconds he kept that position. Walter was getting crazy and could not say a word. His lungs were empty... Alicia kept the animal there for all that time and finally Don Alejandro released his thumb pointing it down, like Romans used to do with gladiators. Alicia nodded positively again and with all her might flipped the bull's head. This dropped the bull on the ground and Alicia released it The bull stood up quickly again and Alicia ran to it. Right in front of her grandfather and Walter, Alicia punched the animal's forehead, right between the eyes and horns four times. The punches sounded loud as a hammer hit. The bull fell on the ground and no movement could be noticed. It was dead. Alicia stood still and raised her arms in glory. Don Alejandro was laughing and clapping as well all other bullfighters. Alicia was wet and breathing hard. Walter still was with hands on his heads. Don Alejandro congratulated Alicia who smiled and sent kisses to her few spectators. Some roses fell on her feet. Alicia took two of them and walked to her grandfather. - This is for you, grandpa! - Thanks, my darling! - And this is for you, Wally! Hesitating and trembling he took it. She said to Walter: - Now you just say thank you, Alicia! Walter could not say anything. Don Alejandro interfered: - You must breath before speaking, son. - Ah...! Yeah...! Y-You're welcome...! I-I-I mean... thanks! Oh, my gosh! Alicia left for a shower and the bull was removed from arena. Don Alejandro explained to Walter that its meat would be given to poor people around and that all the carcass could be used as any farm animal is. Walter returned to his country and wrote his article. However, with no extraordinary pictures, once he stopped shooting at the best moment due to his personal impediment. Anyway, Who would believe on a story reported on his tabloid?