Novel Bin Chapter 783 Quinn VS Edith
I thought my eyes were playing with me for a second but after taking a closer look, I figured out that we were from the same species… I think. However, I saw Javier from the Castillo Family holding up banners—like Enrique every time Tatiana went up on stage—for support.
The guy was basically smitten and it was much, much worse compared to when Mikhail first laid his eyes on Quinn.
\'As long as you\'re happy, no qualms about that…\'
With that said, their match ended with the champion from the Castillo Family managing to grab onto her opponent\'s arm. She definitely took a lot more damage before achieving that but the participant from the Cuervo Family was smart enough to know when to give up.
She came out with an L on her belt but the injuries she sustained were negligible compared to what she dealt.
It\'s just that in this place, a win was more important but like I said, she knew when to cut her losses.
If she struggled and tried to fight it out with someone far stronger than her—while being held in place and less than 5% chance of getting out, not only would she receive the same L but she would take a longer time for recovery.
Not everyone here was upholding the machismo shit Mr. Cuervo advocated for and it was a breath of fresh air.
What followed after that fight was a fight between the champions from the same family, the Garcia Family.
I for sure thought that with their calculated nature, they\'d probably choose who was the stronger one and let them proceed while the other forfeits to save some energy. However, the complete opposite happened because it was worse compared to some of the blood fights we witnessed but it was the most "eye-catching" cat fight of all.
I don\'t fucking know their history but they were already at each other\'s throats from the get-go. They threw punches, kicks, elbows, and knees but it slowly turned to hair-pulling, cat-scratching, butt-spankings, angry kissing, etc.
It just turned really weird when somehow, they dragged themselves into a puddle of mud and somehow-somehow, their clothes were slowly pulled off of their smoking bodies.
I really thought I\'d see a technical fight but I couldn\'t look away.
I\'m a simple man. I see boobs, I completely ingrain it into my head with my photographic memory enough to make a 3D model out of it once I get home or use it as "material" if I got really desperate.
On that note, the winner was eventually decided but the actual winner was the crowd.
Mr. Cuervo was disappointingly shaking his head all throughout this match but the one controlling the cameras went above and beyond for everyone.
That guy was the real MVP.
He recorded every nook and angle that was important and he\'d probably make a killing once he edits the footage.
With that said, the mood of the female finals changed a lot but I couldn\'t believe my eyes when I read the names of the people who would fight next.
Quinn De Leon VS Edith Rivas
\'No fucking way…\'
I instantly turned to Quinn who had already stood up, wearing a serious expression, and she actually looked a little nervous when Edith\'s name appeared on stage.
"Hey, Quinn—"
"Shut up. You didn\'t notice, did you?"
"I thought—"
"Thought what? That she\'s a sheltered little virgin that hides under Sal\'s skirt?"
"Not exactly—"
"Well, she\'s probably still a virgin—sheltered too, but if I don\'t take her seriously, it\'ll be bad news."
"She\'s that good?"
"Didn\'t I already tell you that she\'s a vir— Oh, wait. Fuck. Yeah, she\'s decent. I thought you meant something else…"
"Uh-huh…"
At this point, Quinn was actually stretching her whole body in preparation to facing Edith while more than half of the people present were wondering who the fuck Edith was even if she was crowned champion.
For the life of me, I still couldn\'t believe Edith passed through my radar but if Kaley was actually with me when I first met her, she\'d probably notice something off. However, fighting prowess doesn\'t always equate to a wild personality though they were the more dangerous ones in my book.
It was for the same reason I\'d gladly fight a drunk, 7-foot, 300-pound oaf compared to an old dude that was one cough away from puffing into smoke and dropping whatever he had on his person.
And once Edith came down wearing her battle attire—the complete opposite of her server uniform with the frilly apron—her body really looked decent. It wasn\'t particularly jacked or eye-catching but she looked more athletic than I thought. Furthermore, her back and leg muscles were nothing to sneeze at but you\'d need to pay a little more attention to see the hidden striations.
To be completely honest, I doubt she\'d win a contest of strength against Quinn, Katya, or Tatiana—even Kaley, but if Quinn was a little nervous about facing her, she probably had a few tricks up her sleeve.
It\'s just that I was still half-doubting Quinn\'s words when the two came face to face because Edith definitely flinched when Quinn hovered over her. She looked like Quinn could pick her up with one hand and have her way with her but her eyes just changed when the signal was given.
To everyone\'s fucking surprise, Quinn actually jumped back to put some distance between them but I saw Edith\'s hand twitch momentarily before cancelling whatever she was about to do.
She was slowly inching her way towards Quinn\'s location but Quinn was making it hard for her by circling around and moving back at the same time.
Edith was actually the one trying to initiate contact while Quinn was taking the conservative approach. Some people were fucking confused and it even looked like Quinn was ready to throw the fucking towel. However, to my eyes, she looked like she was just gathering data, just making sure she could handle the cold once she dove right in the freezing pond.
It was actually surprising to see Quinn take a calculative approach but her face just warped when Edith opened her mouth.
[U-Umm… Y-You didn\'t bring your gloves? I m-might h-hurt you…]
And Quinn instantly exploded.
[THE FUCK DID YOU SAY TO ME, YOU LITTLE BITCH?! GLOVES?! THOSE ARE MY GAUNTLETS, YOU FUCKING— JUST SHUT UP AND FIGHT ME, EDITH!]
Tears were fucking close to fall from Edith\'s eyes, [I-I\'m sorry! I d-didn\'t mean to! It\'s just—]
With Quinn fuming from anger, she suddenly lunged and bridged the distance in an instant—left arm already wound up to send a huge slap to Edith\'s face.
The gust of wind she took with her was enough to blow a candle from the next door neighbor\'s birthday cake but it felt like a drop of water when it got close to Edith\'s zone.
From my perspective, it looked like Quinn gifted her palm to Edith before Edith turned it clockwise with her left hand. After that, she looked like she slowly placed her right hand on Quinn\'s left elbow and applied a bit of pressure, turning it the opposite way before Quinn fell on her knees.
Everything happened in an instant but it looked so slow from the cameras.
\'...\'
Quinn\'s face was just red from pain and her attempts to get out of Edith\'s zone was just backfiring. Edith would just move her arm a certain way before piercing pain would reverberate through Quinn\'s whole body.
[EDITH, YOU FUCKING SUCK!]
[Wha— I was just— P-Please stop moving o-or surrender! I-I don\'t want to hurt you!]
[THEN FUCKING LET GO!]
[I-I can\'t! Aunt Sally would—]
[FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!]
[I s-said, don\'t move! Y-You\'ll hurt yourself!]
[I\'M NOT HURTING MYSELF! YOU\'RE HURTING ME! LET FUCKING GO!]
[I-I-I really can\'t!]
[Then you have to fucking break it…]
[H-Huh?]
All of a sudden, Quinn\'s demeanor just changed as her face looked maniacal. She forced her way to get out of Edith\'s grasp but the way her face contorted while her arm changed color concerned me. I don\'t know how much strength Edith had but from the looks of it, she could easily break Quinn\'s elbow.
However, she let go right at the critical moment before she received a huge slap from her opponent.
Edith just flipped over and tumbled down while Quinn looked pissed and disappointed.
[I told you to fucking break it…]
[B-But—]
[You still have a lot to learn, Edith…]
Quinn was this close to actually mounting Edith and sending her punches but Sal from the Rivas Family had already thrown the towel.