Warstar vs Tita By Curtis D. James Tita has 20 inch biceps Update: 25/09/1997 to james WAR STAR VS. TITA As her reputation continued to grow, War Star's forays into Scofield became less and less frequent. Not that she had any reason to physically fear any of the townspeople. But rather, she was tired of being confronted by wanna-be toughs (of both genders) who sought to achieve instant status by challenging her. In most cases, she intimidated these would-be challengers by simply staring them down or at worst, by knocking them down with a single punch. None were willing to dust themselves off and actually wage war with the dark princess of power once they'd tasted a daunting blow. But there seemed to exist a conspiracy of sorts on the part of some Scofield residents to find someone, ANYONE, who could humble the Indian girl who had earned the hard-fought distinction as the "toughest woman in the world." It seems that her total annihilation of Sharon Hull some months before had attracted national attention. And War Star was besieged by media requests to defend her "title" against any and all comers. For her part, War Star wasn't the least bit interested in proving herself to the media or anyone else. Unfortunately, that didn't dissuade the media and other parties from attempting to lure her. Most of the challenges came by way of phone calls from various so-called "promoters" and media types from back east who offered her mega-bucks to face one of their "contenders." Some of the offers were extremely tempting, but War Star had vowed not to exploit her physical prowess for mere profit. This decision had been a difficult one since War Star realized the kind of positive good she could accomplish for her people with the money garnered from these "tough-woman contests." But she had made a solemn vow, and she intended to honor it. But as it happend, the "gunslinger" who finally succeeded in calling her out, didn't come from far away, but very close to home. And to War Star's shock and surprise, the beginnings of this fateful meeting occurred at Scofield's local grocery store. 2 Of late, the last several trips to Scofield had been uneventful. But after months of being left alone by the good townspeople of Scofield, War Star finally found herself targeted once more. And this time, her antagonist appeared somewhat more formidable than the usual redneck drunk or wanna- be "toughgirl." As War Star casually pushed a shopping cart along aisle #9 at the supermarket, she caught a peripheral glimpse of a powerfully built woman approaching her. The woman appeared to be Mexican and her fierce eyes glared at War Star. Her short, tight tank-top revealed a pair of truly awesome arms and a bare abdomen chiseled with muscle. Seconds before the actual impact, War Star made an attempt to swerve out of the woman's way. But the muscular Mexican was determined to strike, and she drove a huge shoulder blade into War Star's upper-body. The force of the collision was so great that the Indian stumbled backward into a shelf filled with cereal boxes. A number of boxes scattered into the aisle as the Mexican's taunting expression made clear her intent. "WHAT'S WRONG, SQUAW? CAN'T YOU SEE WHERE YOU'RE GOING?" War Star's gut reaction was to simply smash the Mexican's leering face. But something about this potential foe gave her pause. Perhaps it was the way the Mexican's biceps bulged as she folded them over her impressive pecs. Whatever it was, War Star remained frozen in shock as the muscular Mexican's confident grin dared the Indian to challenge her. "LOOK, YOU OBVIOUSLY RAN INTO ME. WHO THE HELL ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU WANT?" "So, the wooden Indian can speak. That's good. Well, the name is TITA. And I guarantee you'll never forget it." An almost uncontrollable rage welled within War Star as she clenched her fists and prepared for a showdown right then and there in the middle of the cereal aisle. 3 But the Indian's rage was once again stayed. And this time, War Star understood the reason all too well. Because, for the first time in her memory, she was being confronted by a woman whose physique was clearly superior to her own. Tita's enormous brown biceps were definitely in the 20 inch range compared to War Star's own 18 inch guns. But what really captured War Star's rapt attention were the Mexican's legs. Those massive quads had to have been nearly 30 inches. Openly feeding on War Star's intimidation, the mighty Mexican flexed and flared her tree-trunk thighs as if posing on a bodybuilding stage. "You like these?" Tita inquired. "Well, you won't when they get through with you." Tita's dark eyes snapped with confidence as she sought to provoke War Star with a gentle slap to the Indian's cheek. "What's wrong, squaw? Aren't you going to defend yourself?" War Star remained oddly indecisive as Tita sprung forward and seized the Indian girl in a most serious headlock. War Star groaned as Tita's irresistible headlock crushed her jaws shut. "Why don't we take our little disagreement outside," Tita suggested as she dragged War Star down the aisle. And while dozens of customers looked on in amazement, Tita led a moaning and groaning War Star right through a checkstand and out the front entrance. All the while, War Star pried at Tita's viselike arms as they continued to grind away on her head with relentless pressure. It was truly an absurd sight, a headlock parade, as Tita marched War Star through the supermarket's parking lot and onto a grassy parkway at the side of the store. "I THINK EVERYONE SHOULD HAVE A CHANCE TO SEE THIS," declared Tita as she leaned over and shouted into War Star's contorted, puffing face. And sure enough, within seconds, a large crowd of enthusiastic onlookers began to gather. At first, they stood around in mute wonderment, but as Tita bore down on the headlock and the Indian's plight seemed increasingly desperate, the growing audience responded more 4 and more vocally. "Rip her fool head off," screamed a middle-aged housewife. "Teach that snotty Indian a lesson," hollered a slight teenage girl. But they all grew silent when Tita suddenly released War Star from her unbreakable headlock. "I insist on a fair fight. How about starting from scratch?" But Tita's question went unanswered as a dazed and wobbly War Star massaged her temples in an effort to regain her senses. Tita cackled sadistically before she reached out and grabbed the Indian's flannel shirt and proceeded to rip it from her body. "HERE, LET ME HELP YOU WITH THAT," Tita snarled as she ripped the shirt away. The humiliation of being forcibly stripped down to her bra seemed to paralyze War Star as Tita wasted no time. She quickly circled around her prey and secured a full-nelson. "TRY THIS ONE ON FOR SIZE," she snickered. War Star winced in severe pain as she found herself suddenly hauled into the air and then dashed to the ground. Moaning and squirming, she tried to wriggle free of the Mexican's neck-breaking grip, but as with the headlock, Tita's powerful arms held sway. Unfortunately, that wasn't all that War Star had to worry about. "I warned you about these," Tita whispered. But her warning came too late to help a suddenly gasping War Star as those 30 inch anaconda quads came brutally into play. It was a truly incredible sight as Tita's mammoth thighs swelled and hardened around War Star's ribcage. Tita kicked off her high heels as she locked her ankles. Then, fully extending her legs, she gritted her teeth and sent jolt after jolt of bodyscissor shockwaves through War Star. In fact, Tita was so intent on punishing War Star with the bodyscissors that she forgot all about the full-nelson. Of course, it hardly mattered at this stage. For it seemed as though War Star had become a helpless pile of quivering jello between her unrelenting legs. Or had she? Perhaps she underestimated her Indian rival. Perhaps we all did. Because, out of nowhere, War Star 5 somehow found enough strength to throw a desperate elbow. And that errant elbow found its mark on the side of the Mexican's face. Tita howled and grasped at her head. That moment of stunning pain provided War Star with a last-ditch opportunity as she summoned the rest of her fading strength and pushed down hard on those punishing thighs. Parting those thighs was no easy task, but the Indian finally managed to get to her knees, turn and face the still stunned Tita. "OKAY, LADY. THE PARTY'S OVER. AND NOW I'M GOING TO TURN OUT THE LIGHTS." Tita tried to block the first punch with her arms, but War Star connected solidly with a fist to the face. Her head slammed against the turf and those mighty thighs finally parted for good. "IT'S PAYBACK TIME," War Star vowed as she landed a second punch and Tita's lips oozed blood. Then she planted herself on the Mexican's throbbing chest and pinned those massive arms to the ground like they were hollow tubes. All the while, she bounced violently up and down on Tita's chest, crushing her breasts and leaving her breathless. "I can't believe it. Aren't you strong enough to get out of this little 'ole pin?" War Star taunted. "Well, maybe you'll have better luck with a different hold. Hmmm, maybe this grapevine is what you've been waiting for." Tita's arms flailed madly at her sides as War Star quickly wrapped her head up and hugged her face into her own rockhard chest. "Having a little trouble breathing down there? Well, maybe this'll take your mind off that." Muted screams could be heard beneath the popping of Tita's knee-joints as War Star savagely separated her legs with the grapevine. "How's that feel, honey? Your legs may be strong, but I can snap them like dry twigs if I want to." And War Star smiled up at the crowd of spectators as her own swollen 27 inch thighs kept Tita's legs painfully spread while she smothered Tita into her chest. She'd turned the tables dramatically and now she was enjoying the looks of disbelief and disappointment on their 6 collective faces. "I don't understand it. You were so talkative before. C'mon, let's hear something from you." And with that, War Star repeatedly arched and slammed her pelvis into Tita's solar-plexus. "AAAARAGGH, AAARAAAGH" groaned Tita with each thrust of War Star's jackhammer pelvis. Tita teetered precariously on the edge of conscisousness as the combination grapevine, smother and pelvic pummeling took its toll. "Hey, you can't give up that easily. I'm just beginning to have some fun." But Tita could only mutter incoherent syllables as War Star sat astride her chest and slapped at her cheeks playfully. "Remember this? You know what they say, turnabout's fair play." "Huh, you really do look out of it. Maybe if I slap you just a bit harder." And War Star began winging stinging backhanded slaps and Tita's head jerked violently from side to side. Finally, Tita came out of her coma with a roar and reached for War Star's throat. But the Indian warrior easily took her by the wrists and pinned her arms back down. "See, I knew you were playing possum. Look, you've had a rough day. Let me help you up." Tita shrieked in pain as War Star took her by the hair with both hands, peeling her off the ground and back to her feet. Still nearly unconscious and swaying unsteadily, Tita would have collapsed had it not been for the tenacious grip on her hair. "So, you like to play the humiliation game, do you?" Not expecting a reply, War Star removed Tita's tanktop with a single slashing rip. This move proved as effective as a cold slap in the face as Tita came back around and tried frantically to cover her exposed breasts. But War Star beat her to the punch so to speak as she dug her fingernails into Tita's tits and squeezed mercilessly. Tita hopped about in utter agony, and then desperately lashed out blindly with a right-cross intended for her foe's chin. The relatively weak blow grazed War Star's chin. The warrior just laughed and retaliated with a couple of slashing hooks. One to the kidney, the other one sinking into Tita's sagging left breast. 7 The incredible pain froze her stiff as War Star hugged her body off the ground with her famed and feared bearhug. Almost instantly, the breathtaking pressure of the bearhug caused Tita's head to flop crazily while her arms flapped wildly at her sides. Now it was the muscular Mexican who found herself completely reduced to helplessness as War Star's immense arms engulfed her middle with rib-breaking intensity. Her gasping mouth drooled and her purplish face finally drooped over War Star's shoulder as the bearhug finished the fight she had foolishly started. And it was indeed a strange sight, as Tita's huge muscular body fell to earth for what seemed like minutes. When finally it thudded lifelessly at War Star's feet, a hush fell over all those gathered. That, along with a renewed sense of awe and respect.