Jaime's POV
As the square kept punchin' me up on my face, I kept throwin' punches his way too, I got a few more in the gut, but he got some too and I got a bit winded, just as he did too.
We pull off each other for a few seconds, just to get right back to it...I stared him down, as he stared me down too. He took off in my direction and I took off in his and we both met each other with full-fists...fist after fist after fist. I felt myself bleedin' now, and saw that he was too, mostly from our faces. That pale face of his was now turnin' all bruised and such...I'm sure mine was a great shade of bruises too...but bruises ain't that noticeable on darker-tan complexions like mine, or Isma's or Cornejo.
For a minute there I got distracted and Marcos gave me a good gut-wrecker that blew the wind right out of me, and all I could do was rise myself back up to'em and give him one good knuckle right to his face again, but this time puttin' my right foot right behind his left as he stumbled backwards from the instant hit he took...and I was able to get the pisser-square right on the ground, right where I wanted'em.
I fell on top of'em, and kept punchin' him nonstop, as he kept throwin' me punches right at the gut, one after another...over and over again, winding me out an awful lot. He switched his punches over to my face as I punched him now in the gut a few times, as he rolled over...on top of me.
Just as the square of Marcos was bout to hand me another full-fist to my face, on top of me, Isma comes from behind him and takes him off me...holdin' his arms now behind his back, and draggin' him away from me.
I get myself up from the ground, as Ismael holds on to Marcos...and as I'm walking to'em both, I shake myself some bit, as I got all rolled-up in the dirt and such, so I'm covered in everything you can think of.
As I'm walking to'em both I wipe the side of my mouth and notice I've got my own blood all over my hand. It's to be expected cause this here square keeps up a good tussle too, just like I do. But I ain't holdin out neither here, my girl is mine...and only mine, and I ain't sharin' my sweet, beautiful Susie with no one, don't care who I have to take care of, cause that angel is mine, and no one bastard is gonna take her for his!
"HEY...HEY...HEY, Jaimito...guess who you got here waitin' all lonesome for that dance you you promised, cause you know what they say sucker...there ain't no time like RIGHT THIS MINUTE BOY...this here tiger ain't got no clawin' left my 'compadre', this kitty ain't clawin' no more here...ain't you skippy-boy..." Isma yelled over at me, holdin' on to Marcos with a tight grip, keepin' both his arms firmly behind his back, all the while the piss-square was strugglin' against Isma's arm-lock and squirmin tryin'a get loose, as I kept gettin' closer to'em both.
"You ain't gonna stop nothin' from what's here with me and Mary Sue...you goddamn greaser, she ain't gonna be rollin' with no one with the likes of you, so you better get it done right now cause I ain't stayin' from that girl...cause what I want, I get...and you ain't nothin', YOU HEAR..." the pissin-poindexter yelled over at my face as I kept comin for'em!
"Let'em loose sucker...I ain't gonna dance with both'a ya, my type is just this pissy-square who's got his ticket made...YOU HEAR, NOW LET'EM GO SO I CAN GET MY DANCE HERE I PROMISED THIS BOY..." I yelled at an Isma who growled back in dissatisfaction at my request, but let the square of Marcos go from his tight 'arm-lock' grip he had'em in, holding-up both his hands and arms in a 'surrender' pose lettin' me know that pisser is all mine here, and Imma end it with him just like he said he wanted it...as I got closer to the now free Marcos comin' my way to keep the party, goin...except while he spouted his noisy-nonsense I got here my sensual, and heaten' 'Pearl' (switchblade) out, so she could get to know'em a little bit better.
I ain't havin' no 'kat' all over my Susie at no time, cause she's for me, she's my girl...and no one else is gonna be there, not a single one!
Marcos comes at me like a bull on a streak, cause he thinks he's gonna have some more hits on me and Imma keep 'prancin' like some 'scooter-peddle-pumpin' pisser like himself, but I ain't gonna keep trailin' the dirt here with'em...his number up.
I take off at'em too, and as I block his first blow with my left, to my face...with his right, he forgets his gut again...and here I go...with my right, but instead of a punch directly to his gut, I get my pretty 'Pearl' (switchblade) right into the pissin-sucker...nice and deep!
He freezes and buckles a bit...knowin' something caught up to'em worst...as I pull out my baby 'Pearl' from'em, from his now bloody gut, and I push on that gut a few more blows with my right, right where she went in first...once, twice, three times.
I got'em good bout four times in that gut of his with my little 'Pearl' here before the square of Marcos fell to the ground, before me, squirmin' some and coughin' up some blood...from his face bruises, or my pokes...who knows now!
"YOU GODDAMN GREASER...I AIN'T GONNA STOP CAUSE I AIN'T FINISHED HERE, WE AIN'T FINISHED YOU HEAR..." Marcos yelled up at me, with bloody lips and some pantin' and coughin' too, from the ground.
"You ain't got no more dance in you, you goddamn pissin-square...and you ain't got my sweet Susie no more neither, cause you ain't comin' back from that you goddamn piece of scum..." I yelled bright back at'em, as he lay on the ground there, spoutin' his mess. I got near and I spat at'em on his face and laughed myself right out of his squirmin scene on that ground, as I walked away and met up with a jumpy Isma, now all over me!
"LET'S SPIN IT MY BOY...cause you ain't want none of this here, trust me fella..." Isma yelled as we take off across the street, back a few blocks in the direction of the 'cat'...I hope 'Cornejo' still has his spirits in one piece cause he ain't gonna like this one bit, but it ain't chagin' one bit neither...cause that's how things go when you gotta finish something.
Yeah...I left that goddamn square on that ground, bleedin' to death from my 'Pearl's' pokes and what of it...he ain't gonna take my angel away from me. And I doubt he makes it passed tonight cause that many blows from my 'Pearl' ain't never been no easy blow for any 'kats' out there who step-up to me or any of my crew...most have met the maker with a lot less!
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