The Luchador

Synopsis:  An up and coming fighter El Oso Grande, aka Filipe Dias, finds himself in the ring against a massive opponent he uses his speed and strategy against.   He impresses a young woman by the name of Tiffany Briggs.    His family isn’t too keen with Filipe dating a white woman but they are soon swayed by her charm, warmth, generosity, exceptional spirit and mind-bending wit.    

Chapter 1--The Main Event

Fillipe Dias was apprehensive.    No one had seen this side of El Oso Grande before since typically, he was the type to be full of swagger, braggadocio and flamboyance.   The opponent he had was one that had been a luchador far longer than he.   El Gordo was certainly indicative of his moniker due his spheroid appearance.    Not only was he intimidating to look at but although kids adored him, one stern look from his eyes left them either crying or soiling themselves.   

Fillipe knew it was wise to be reserved and calculating. Respecting the experience of El Gordo. Fillipe had studied everything he could on Gordo. Every move, feint, slip, hand positioning, feet, legs, and arms. Looking for a weakness for him to exploit so he can win. Fillipe knew it would be a great achievement if he could tie with Gordo, or make his victory hard fought. For Gordo was almost flawless in his movements. His command of the ring and crowd was impeccable. Fillipe knew that long before the fight was to take place in the ring it was imperative that you remain confident and train to limit your faults. Working the crowd was one final attempt by both sides to mess with each others heads before it began. Many many times while growing up Filipe saw a fighter who was better get beaten just because of the opponents flaunting and crowd working. So when it came time for him to work the crowd he simply smoothly walked into the center of the ring and slowly spin around with his hands at his sides looking at the crowd. Hoping to ooze confidence that he didn't need the crowd's applause to take Gordo on. The crowd had never seen this before. Every opponent Gordo had faced they would try to out do his antics or sulk into the middle crest fallen, as if the battle was already lost which it evidently would be. Yet Filipe didn't. This drew stunned silence from the crowd. Not one boo resounded only silence and sporadic hushed whispers. He looked at the gaggle of kids who were swooning at Gordo and they had deer in the headlights looks on their faces. When he finished his circuit he slowly walked back to his corner. All of a sudden as if they the crowd broke free from their trance they all booed in unison until Gordo lifted his arms and they cheered. The announcer stepped into the center  to announce that the main event was about to take place and go over the all too familiar rules before it began.

Fillipe was in his corner during the intro getting the usual pep talk from his trainer/handler. He congratulated him on coming off as a bad @$$ in the crowd working. Saying that Gordo looked a little shocked at least when you dominated the crowd without even trying. Yet since everyone was looking at Fillipe he succeed in playing it off that he wasn't worried when the crowd began to boo.  

‘Looks like the crowd is standing by me, Gordo !’, Oso said, becoming more confident.   Move by move he began to wear Gordo out until he actually pinned him in a small package.   Gordo, unable to maneuver a way to get up on his feet was finally beaten.   He had been undefeated for so long but at last he had met his match in a fighter 10 years his junior.   Oso was only 27 and new to lucha but he knew how to hold his own, remaining undefeated for the present.    Felipe could inhale and exhale in peace, at least until his next match.    

Gordo shook his hand reluctantly and patted his rival, now friend, on the shoulder.   

‘Excellent bout.   I know should we tumble again, I won’t take you for granted.’, Gordo complimented.   Gordo’s handler, Ruis, lead him out of the ring and they talked about strategy for the next bout he would face.   Oso’s trainer, Martinez, couldn’t stop giving him compliments.   All of his hard work paid off.  

‘This calls for a celebration.  Drinks on me at Herradura.’, Lou Martinez said, clapping his hand on his fighter’s back and drawing him into a jovial hug.    

Chapter 2--The Adoration of a Fan

Fillipe spotted Tiffany standing and clapping. He exited the ring and after a hot shower and massage he emerged from his locker and was going to head to the car when he spotted Tiffany sitting near by. She looked like an angel as she beamed to him. He extended a half smile thinking he looked terrible as he approached. She rose and shook his hand.

"I see you enjoyed watching me tonight.", Filipe mentioned, hand behind his head, shyly.

Tiffany answered with a genteel grin, "Why not? Seeing a sexy man duel it out with someone else is always a win in my book." She shot

Fillipe  "But I didn't win last night."

Tiffany " You nearly won. I've never seen Gordo have to work so hard for a win in all his career."

Fillipe "Yeah well, I'd rather not talk about fighting right now. Since you want to get to know me how about dinner? I know this little hole in the wall place where the food may be cheap but it tastes amazing."

Tiffany swallows a lump in her throat. She thought she'd have to work a lot harder at getting to know him but she sure wasn't about to turn down the offer. "I'd love to Filipe."

Fillipe "When is good for you?"

Tiffany turned red in the cheeks. She was free tonight but didn't want to seem like a desperate whore. "Any night is good for me. I don't really have a social life."

Fillipe "Tonight is okay?"

Tiffany turns even redder. "Yes."

Fillipe "When would you like me to pick you up for it? I'd like to go home and change first."

Tiffany "An hour?"

Fillipe  "In an hour it is. Call me when you are ready and tell me your address or place to pick you up then." Tiffany is mute and stares at her feet since she is blushing so hard. She just nods as she feels his eyes on her waiting for her reply. Fillipe lets his gaze linger on her beautiful frame a bit longer before turning to leave. Tiffany with her face fully flushed now watches him depart and she feels a warmth in her womanhood.

Chapter 3--A Romantic Escape

Fillipe was wearing a grey smartly tailored suit with greased hair and a hint of cologne. Tiffany sported a black low cut dress with pearl choker and curled hair, and smells of fruity perfume. They both find they have a lot in common and the laughs flow freely from their lips as they eat the delicious food set before them. Eventually Filipe helps her from the table after paying for the meal and they both seem to not want to have her go home and end this night, so they go strolling for a bit in the cool of the evening.

The gelato they had consumed kept their spirits up but the camaraderie they shared made the evening all that much more magical.    The more the two spoke, the more they fell deeper in love.   Felipe felt his manhood become turgid in his trousers and became bold momentarily.   He took her into the park when no one else was around and began making out with her quite heavily on a park bench.   Contrary to popular belief, this wasn’t at all uncomfortable.  

Tiffany felt herself become hot under the collar.   She began to unzip her dress and let down her shoulders.   Underneath, she wore nothing at all.   Her breasts were exposed and her nipples stood erect in the capricious breeze of the evening.    Compelled, he kissed them and began suckling them, rotating his tongue in a circular motion.   Tiffany was surprised, especially how incredible this felt.   His mouth was miraculous.    She hoisted his gaze close to her’s and deeply tongue kissed him.   

‘Take me.’, she begged.  

‘Are you sure ?   You’re the first woman I have ever been with.’, he mentioned, feeling slightly awkward.    She trembled lightly.  

‘You’re my first, too.  I want this badly, though.   I think we can learn, together.’, Felipe said, becoming bolder and harder every second.   She undressed him, nibbling on his clavicle and nipples.   Felipe felt a feral growl leap from his throat.

‘Oooh, mami, you make me feel wild.’, Filipe roared, pinning her to the bench.  The two went after each other like animals, removing their clothing and kissing each other as if they had been intoxicated.   

Felipe found himself licking the entirety of Tiffany’s body, causing her to shake and moan uncontrollably.   Moving downward to  her mons, his tongue flickered on her clit, sucking and kissing it.    He held her legs back gently and nothing he did harmed her, only enhanced the pleasure.   His dick seemed to be throbbing at the thought of penetrating her.   Lowering his boxers, he lifted her right leg back behind her head and guided himself inside her.    He thrust deeply, his jewels beginning to slap against her.   She crooned, holding him and compensating in kind.  

‘Ah, darling, don’t stop !’, she screamed.   She had a feeling that if the park had been patrolled, both of them would’ve been arrested for indecent exposure.    Being a quiet park and a safe neighborhood, the lovers rolled in the grass for what seemed to be hours.    

Felipe wasn’t averse to trying new things with his new lover.   They were making love in all sorts of positions, exploding in passion.    After hours of ecstasy, the duo finally plotzed.   

‘I’m totally spent.’, Felipe huffed as he gathered a mussy haired Tiffany into his arms, covered solely by his smoking jacket.    

‘You were magnifico...I have never felt anything like that.’, Felipe said.   In his mind, he wondered if he could talk her into a ‘round two’.    The look in her eyes suggested that she was more than ready for another rumble with her newfound lover.   

Chapter 4--More Comfortable Accomodations

Tiffany never took her eyes of Felipe or his muscular form.   He was even more beautiful au natural than he was clothed.   With that spandex hugging his body so closely, however, it left little to Tiffany’s imagination.     He still looked so elegant and refined in his tuxedo and tails but deep down inside, Tiffany always knew he bore the heart of a tiger.  

Felipe let his hands and lips do the talking for him as he became more at ease with Tiffany’s body.   Her curves were like a playground to him.   He had never been with a woman so beautiful and after diving into her intimate embrace for what was probably the 3rd time that night alone.    He unveiled her nude form and nibbled her neck seductively.   

‘Oooh, that tickles.’, Tiffany giggled, running her fingers down Felipe’s back.   Felipe knew this was already ‘amor prohibido’, but he didn’t give a tinker’s dam about that.   

TIffany took control of the situation, nailing him down in the firm bed.   Felipe nearly lost his mind with the rhythm of Tiff’s hips.    He was afraid that he was hurting her, thrusting into her so boldly and with great precision.    He was a genteel lover, only wanting to elicit pleasure from his beautiful paramour.    She reversed her position, completely lost in the undulation of his strong, taut body, so much so that her soul felt like it merged with his.

Their lovemaking lasted until the wee hours of the morning.   Tiffany was certain that her legs had gone numb momentarily but she and Felipe slept like logs that night.    When she awoke she could smell breakfast from the common room downstairs.   

‘Care to join me, my pet ?’, he inquired, tracing the lines of her curves.    She drew him close for a deep kiss holding him tightly.

‘Definitely.   Let me make myself decent.’, TIffany said.    From behind, he watched her dress, admiring her cute little heinie.     Playfully he patted it before she put her panties back on.

‘I truly do love you.   I’m glad you’ve come into my life.  I hope getting involved hasn’t been too fast for you.’, he said, genuinely concerned.    

‘No, not at all.   The feeling is mutual, I guarantee you that.’, Tiffany reassured him, giving his firm bum a squeeze in return.     The two of them ate voraciously, left the hotel and departed from each other, pondering when they would see each other again.

Chapter 5--Getting Daddy’s Approval

When Felipe’s dad had heard about him dating a ‘gringa’ he nearly went mad.   He was so irate the vein nearly jumped off his head from pulsating too wildly.  

‘I will not have this…’, Jorge began.

‘Wait, Jorge.  Hear Felipe out.’, Carmen pleaded.  

‘Why should I ?   The Bible says ‘one should not be unequally yoked !’   If he marries her, he is marrying into her culture !   What does she know about being Latino ?   Nada !’, Jorge fumed.  

‘Perhaps she isn’t so bad as you paint her, caro.’, Carmen poised.    Jorge loathed to admit it but his brilliant wife had an exquisite rebuttal.    He had heard Felipe say nothing but praise concerning this white girl.    So, in order to get to know her better, he invited her over to their casa.  

Tiffany was nearly trembling but she kept a low-key profile.   Her demeanor was placid but her hands were jittery.   Fortunately, neither of Felipe’s parents could see her fear.  Her voice conveyed nothing but confidence and deep love for El Oso Grande.   Even though he had lost his bout with El Gordo, he had won many other bouts in the past weeks.   Eventually he would have a rematch with the nearly indestructible Goliath.   It would be a ‘Grudge Match’; people paid top dollar to watch those.   

‘No pressure.’, Felipe thought, on many levels, beginning to sweat.  He gazed at his beautiful girlfriend.  She was sporting a red mermaid dress and her breasts were tight, rising and falling with her measured breaths.   Her pearl necklace gleamed in the florescent lights, dazzling his eyes.   For a moment, he had inappropriate thoughts and shook them off.   It was pretty natural for him to find a place to make love to her after his fights.    They had been together for 8 months now and were a serious item.   No one even questioned that they were officially dating and thought they were ‘adorable’ together.   They completed each other, it was obvious.   

Jorge started to grill Tiffany but she answered each of his questions without missing a beat.   She made relatively good money as a masseuse and even had her own salon and estiqueria on the side.   She didn’t participate in ‘barbershop gossip’ as most stylists did but if anyone divulged anything to her, she kept it in her mind under lock and key.   

‘Do you know anything about our culture ?’, he finally asked after taking a big bite of the burritos that Carmen had so lovingly baked for them, topped with tantalizing jalapeno queso.    Tiffany took a big gulp of grape Faygo and cleared her throat.   Now Jorge was breaking out the big guns, she mused.   She discussed that she loved Latin culture and dance and had been interested in it since she was young.   Even according to her profile in 23 and Me she had discovered that although she wasn’t directly Iberian, she had 23 people in her family who were of Spanish descent.  

‘Maybe I had you all wrong.’, Jorge said, starting to soften.   He had seen Felipe’s expression around her and observed the way he reacted to her.  He was a better person and even started eating healthier food thanks to her influence.   

‘You’re not so bad.   Not only that but you are absolutely gorgeous and brilliant.   I’m sorry I came across as stingy or stringent.’, Jorge apologise.   

‘You’re just being a dad.   My parents were much like you.  They gave me the 3rd degree until they met Felipe.   Now they love him.’, Tiffany admitted.    Jorge offered fried ice cream as an olive branch.   Oddly ice cream in any culture, has an incredible ability to make amends and cement friendships.  

Epilogue

Once more Felipe fought El Oso Grande.   This time, Tiffany was with her family, watching the intense action in the ring.    One move after another, Felipe dominated the match and finally brought Gordo to his knees.   It was no contest, even though the bout went on for at least an hour.   Catching his breath after the victory he had one more thing to do; profess his love to Tiffany.

Tiffany and Felipe had only been dating for 8 months now but she accepted his proposal and the spellbinding ring he had chosen.  It was a line of diamonds fashioned as infinity.   The inner etching read, ‘My One, My Only, in you I am complete.’   

Tiffany kissed him deeply and held him close, knowing that her life would transform in the year to come.   For now, she basked in the euphoria that was his love, affection and devotion.   Nothing could even come close to this sublimity, save the lovemaking that they made almost every night they could.   

The End