Tournament of Darkness: El Chupacabra vs Spear

      The boat might seem out of place heading across the Caribbean Sea, its occupants even more so, however theirs is an intent. By the behest of the current rulers of all things supernatural and paranormal the two known as Alana and Spear are heading to the island now under the control of Paramalia. There is however an unexpected stowaway the small Chupacabra in the silver mask hiding in a crate whose contents were supposed to be just offerings for the island.

 

   “You can come out now.” says Spear, a woman whose face and black hair in a bun might scream of professionalism if her tight black dress didn’t look like it belonged on a teenage girl or a hooker trolling for sex.

 

   She points at the crate, “I Spear challenge you El Chupacabra to a battle of the Dark Tournament, right here and right now!”

 

   The top of the crate practically explodes as the diminutive figure leaps out, “It was my intention senorita to challenge the four on the island to back to back matches. But if you want I will fight you here and now yes. Do not feel bad for the awkward trip to the island.”

 

   He gets in fighting position, his large red eyes scanning the small ship, there is little space to fight…for a human, he has the advantage.

 

  Spear glows with darkness and rises into the air a great darkness forms behind her and her legs with their high heel boots spread apart, the boots becoming stiletto heels with pointed toes. A massive Black Widow Spider body forms behind her taking up most of the tiny ship, her legs spread apart and hanging from either side of a spider mouth barely hidden behind a black cloth with a red hourglass design on it; however from El Chupacabra’s point of view the mouth is obvious. Where the eyes should be her human torso is, except it is covered in a smooth black carapace with a red hourglass on her abdomen, and a white point in the cleavage of her hard round breasts that extends up her throat and her white face with its black lips and solid black eyes, she has very short black hair, much shorter than her human form.

 

  “Must be a weakspot,” thinks El Chupacabra, “on the back of her head. Foolish woman, at that size she can’t maneuver at all, I have the full advantage.”

 

   With incredible speed El Chupacabra is off, with is Luchelibre moves he bouncing off her legs, swinging on them as he makes his way up the ship behind her, she can’t even turn around. Alana is standing to the side not interfering in this match as El Chupacabra makes his way to the upper deck and leaps off intent to tackle onto her back. While in mid-air he cannot maneuver aside as Spear merely shifts her torso down and spider body up, shooting a massive web that covers him and much of the ship in its white sticky silkiness. Using her back legs she casually grabs up the stuck and struggling luchedor warrior and starts rolling him up, passing him under her body to the upper legs and into her armored claw like human arms.

 

   “You lose,” says Spear, “you really shouldn’t underestimate a giant spider…”

  She opens her mouth and extends out two long needle fangs; however in a green flash there is nothing left to bite save for a handful of web.

 

   “Damn,” says Spear, “the rules…now all that web wasted and a meal lost; perhaps on the island.”

 

   “It had best be livestock,” says Alana, “The goddess Paramalia has claimed all the humans there; who now worship her as their patron goddess. They spent generations thanks to that man worshipping giant tentacle creatures from the sea; and now they have one, and she is eating up the attention. Take one of hers and you’ll have her to deal with.”

 

  Spear is un-phased by her words, seeing as she knows how to be discreet as her body shifts back to its human form.